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nyyrami · 21 days

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MELLOWING ON THE PAST DOES NO ONE ANY GOOD…

𓏲 synopsis. mellowing on the past wasn’t good. shoko most of all knew that. she’d encountered loss time and time again, she couldn’t help but ponder on the dead…

𓏲 tags. wc. 0.9k satoru gojo x reader. reader dies obviously. everyone’s dead. canon timeline kinda. shoko is depressed. horrible mental health. smoking. descriptions of dead body. morgue. angst angst angst. shoko pov. mentions of suguru.

𓏲 a/n. scrolling through Pinterest and thought of this after seeing a sad shoko post. don’t blame me. blame the app…

IN SOME distant fantasy land, shoko married a prince. A prince of some mighty kingdom where he had all the money in the world and all the alcohol she would ever need. In some distant world she lived her best life, doing what she loved best, surrounded by her family, her parents. She would be loved and cared for, safe and content.

In her wildest dreams of course. She would love that fabled life she wanted to so desperately to live. Instead she lived in Tokyo and she was a Jujutsu Sorcerer and she most definitely did not have her family or her parents surrounding her.

She sighed, blowing a puff of grey smoke out of her mouth throwing the shrivelled cigarette into the dustbin. Oh yes. In another life, she would quit her smoking habit. She wouldn’t inhale the toxic fumes any more and she’d be free of her addictions.

Walking towards the sink in the morgue, she wiped the blood of her hands. It stuck underneath her fingernails and permanent shaded her fingers a light red. Forever a reminder of her job.

It could’ve been worser though, she thinks. She could’ve been like satoru or even nanami, dying in action in gruesome horrible ways. Maybe that fate would be better, instead of witnessing the dead corpse of her friends.

You lay on the embalming tables awaiting an autopsy waiting for the cause of your death to be found. It was clear though. The moment Itadori walked into the room carrying your lifeless body, it had been clear what had killed you. The hole where your heart should have been was large, so large she could see the table beneath you.

She looked you over once more before she shook her head. It was comical to say the least, you looked so peaceful, as if you were sleeping. Anyone could’ve mistaken you for resting. Anyone but her. She knew a dead person when she saw one and the blue of your once red lips was clear evidence.

Once, those lips would’ve been curled into a smile. Or they would be cracking a joke with satoru. You’d always been by him. Wherever you went, he followed. From your school days till now, it was clear his infatuation with you was more than just a silly crush.

It had been relieving for shoko when you finally confessed to him. Many years of shipping you together had payed off. Ever since, you’d both been lovesick for eachother. If shoko was being honest, sometimes she was jealous of the love you’d achieved.

If only suguru were there. He would be paying her a 1000¥ now. She pulled the white sheet above your head, refusing to look at your body any longer. It was saddening to say the least but shoko had practically become insensitive to seeing her close ones dead bodies in front of her. Or that’s what she would like to say.

Leaving the cold room, she returned to her office, digging for something in the cupboards. Ah. She pulled away after finding what she was liking for. A long sleek brown bottle anyone could realise harboured alcohol, you could practically see the contents spilling around through the brown transluecent material.

She took a long swig, feeling the burning liquid slide down her throat and settle in her empty stomach. Yes, shoko would like to believe she was insensitive to seeing the death of her loved ones but she would always down the bottle after.

Her eyes hooked on the picture on her desk from her jujutsu high days. Youth was evident and clear on all your faces. Sad that most of the ones in the picture were dead. Maybe it was by coincidence from the horrible settings that she realised that suguru had never been smiling.

His eyes were downcast, the loss of sleep clear in the slight dark circles beneath his eyes and in the mess of his once perfectly kept hair. How did she not realise then that her friend was struggling with something? How did you all not realise it? No, she was lying. You guys did, of course you noticed. But foolishly you just didn’t want to believe it. Believe that maybe your friend felt he wasn’t cut out for this life. It was clear in his reluctance to do anything.

Shoko took another swig of the bottle before setting it down on her oak desk, picking up the picture simultaneously. It was so clear now that he had been doomed from the beginning, suguru geto, the one who consumed curses.

It was no shock when he became one too. Shoko moved towards the window basking in the afternoon light for a few minutes, relishing the brightness of the sun that these days, never seems to come out.

She held the picture up one final time before she used the lighter and set the picture on flame. She watched as the faces of her friends were swallowed by the orange flame, consuming all she loved and leaving only ashes. She too soon blew those tensing ashes into the wind, watching as they flew on a phantom wind.

Turning back to her desk, she took a seat, finally allowing her limbs to rest from a long day. The ache was unbearable. She took another swig of the drink, relishing in the burning feeling. She would’ve liked to believe she was indifferent to seeing death but it would be a lie, one she repeated to herself over and over but she’d carry on drinking the alcohol either way.

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riswippiesx · 3 months

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Fallen God! Gojo Satoru X Fem! Reader part: one

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Thinking about fallen god Gojo, who had been living at a small village for a hundred years. People, who once worshiped him, now didn't even go near to his little hut. He lived by himself. When he went out, everyone used to go back inside their respective huts. The sheer loneliness made him distant and arrogant. His grumpy face scared people ever more. It was continuing untill oneday he met you. Your family had to change village because of some allegations about thievery. Your family was poor and helpless. To at least save your life, your parents had to change villages and thus you ended up reaching to the very village Gojo lived.

You didn't know much about the village stuff. You were twenty and full of energy. You had to explore and then you found gojo. His gorgeous blue eyes took a scrutiny of you from head to toe before approaching you with a grumpy expression. Unlike the locals, you didn't flinch a bit and stood stright infront of him and greeted him with a smile. This surprised Gojo, a lot.

From once or twice, it turned into daily meet ups between you two. Your bubbly personality brought peace and glory in his damp life. He smiled and talked with you. Everything was going well. You found yourself drowning in those blue eyes and he saw his soul intertwining with yours. It didn't took very long untill the friendship turned into something more. From friendly gestures to little blushes, you turned twenty five. Your parents wanted you to get married but knowing your past allegations, local men never accepted you. It wasn't like you want to be accepted either. You had already offered your soul to your fallen god.

It could have gone this way but life is a curse. Some unknown illness started to spread across the world, infecting almost everyone. Your village wasn't an exception. Your parents died. Soon the curse of this illness fell upon your life, blowing out all the candles you lit along with Gojo, all these years. The illness being dangerously contagious, no was was there to held the funeral for the dead ones. Bodies were thrown here and there, some, who were living alone, stayed inside, waiting to be rotten.

When Gojo found your body at a street side, laying lifelessly, his existence shattered infront of his eyes. He ran to you, picked you up. He was so powerless to rescue you. He couldn't. His blessing was often said to be turned into curses. Even for you, it turned into a curse, snatching you away from him, forever or so he thought.

Then the civilization progressed, people strated to use better technologies and started to live modern lives. Gojo had to change himself according to the era. He moved to a country side, lived in a cheap apartment, wore modern cloths, worked as a janitor for small offices, enough to handle his own little expenses. Everything changed but you stayed still in his heart. Never for once, he could forget you.

The god of fate was probably feeling a bit amusing, so he made Gojo meet a girl, who looked exactly like the girl he once adored and loved. When his eyes fell on the girl, buying some candies with a smile, he couldn't even trust his reliable eyes. You? It was you? It was really you?

He was quick to run to your direction. "Y/n...?" was all he could mutter which made you turn as you heard your name. "Yes?" you gestured him with a smile which was very known to him. It was enough to make his knees went weak. He kneeled infront of you. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he hold your hands with his. Your hands were as warm as he could remember. Your hands always warmed up his cold hands. "It is really you..." he mumbled.

Confusion was consuming you. You couldn't recognise the mysteriously gorgeous man infront of you. He hugged you, cried on your shoulder, your heart ached for some unknown reason. You let him untill he tried to kiss you. You felt uncomfortable and slapped him. Then pushed him away.

"Go away creep!" You started to walk away in annoyance. He would have followed you if the people of the street didn't stop him, suspecting him as a creep, trying to harrass girl. Did you come back for him?

No. You came back to live a better life. You were reincarnated. By fate, you had the same name. Gojo could clearly remember how the previous conclusion was. He couldn't let the history repeat itself. He would walk away. His blessing, rather his curse won't affect you for the second time. He missed your voice, he missed your sweet smile. But for his happiness, he couldn't push you further to your misfortune.

He started as you walked away with a disgusted face. Your hairs swayed with the air. His eyes softened, he was adoring you. He couldn't look away untill your silhouette blended with the further scenary.

"I love you...my love"

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sukunasdirtylaugh · 6 months

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tags: ghost!gojo x f!reader, mentions of death, manga spoilers, mentions of character death(s), mentions of sick parents, reader being nurturing, satoru being intruiged by reader, reader talking to herself even though she knows she's being listened to, slight fluff at the end, gojo feeling some type of way word count: 2.2k a/n: someone help me name this series. this is the quickest time I've written a pt. 2 after a part 1. also, shout out to mitski's my love mine all mine for the extra kick to finish the end. I was supposed to sleep 2 hrs ago, so here's the unedited chapter. here is part 1. some inspiration to the gojo clan home: photo 1,

5 months into your arrival as his nephew's tutor, satoru thinks you've finally accepted his presence, yet he never plans to outwardly reach out to you because what if you told his family in the estate?

he should feel relieved over this, but bringing his clan in this issue would surely bring more problems than he'd like to admit. if he were 'dead' now, imagine what his clan would do once he really died?

shortly before finishing his fight with kenjaku, satoru was blindly cursed. "I may not be able to bring the strongest with me, but I will curse you, satoru gojo," the words still echo in the back of his head.

"your spirit will remain the same, your being remains, but you will be here no more, in the presence for others to see. you shall remain invisible, a ghost to all, and you'll be lucky to be noticed by anyone who does not already know your inherit value as a sorcerer. known by all, but never remembered."

satoru thinks back to that fateful day, ending the life of a stranger inside the body of his best friend, the epitome of his youth, hopes, and aspirations. satoru remembers the look on his student's faces, blank disappointment. either at him or themselves, but he knows it's geared towards him. shoko's knuckles barely turn white as her lips press into a tight line, while yuuji chokes on air as he's on his knees, other students at his side, attempting to console him while megumi lays unconscious several feet away. he turns out okay in the end, with a minor concussion and a few injuries he'd like to thank shoko for fixing up, the boy lives.

and on that day, gojo satoru died from the face of the earth.

he doesn't know how or why he ended up in his estate. a large, but quaint home with endless scenery and a garden right out of a movie. the house still holds traditional japanese elements, but the peony shrubs his mother had planted stick out like a sore thumb.

just like her.

young, beautiful, and once full of life. hopeful to marry into a family that would one day accept her albeit she was a foreigner, marrying a man whom she thought was serious and sophisticated enough to handle marriage.

but oh how foolish we are to assume the best in others when it comes to matters of the heart.

when he was alive, satoru would regularly check in with the old nanny, ensuring that the shrubs were trimmed and water just right. he knew just how much those flowers meant to his mother. a pretty housewife who no matter what she did was never enough to impress the clan.

until satoru was born. her pride and joy, holding no mind to the comments of his white hair and how he held ancestral resemblance to an ancient sorcerer from within the clan. all his mother knew was that she was head over heels in love with the peaceful human she was able to carry for nine months. no concern for the future, only hope that his son would see and be treated with the humanness he deserved to have. but oh how fate twists. one thing leads to another and his mother now requires a blanket everywhere she goes. she still hangs out in the gardens, spending what time she can with her son who is now 5, nearly 6. and then she's bed bound, finding solace in the brush stokes against the canvas and the warmth of her son.

sometimes, satoru carries the bitter reminder yet anger towards his father. he never saw them happy, only formal and curt, almost as if being together was a chore for him, and his mother's smile would falter when he would avoid a hug from her. the smell of cheap vanilla perfume stained his coat, hanging by his arm, and satoru's mother would simply look towards the ground. almost in shame.

he never loved his mother, satoru then realized as an adult. not even bring her up in the lonely nights, reminisce her life, what they shared, it was as if she was a long-forgotten chapter in his life.

you arrive in august, cheerful and kind. he thinks you won't last long because his family demands unreasonably long hours and surely your boyfriend back home would not approve, but he was surprised, 3 months in your stay that you continued to tutor his nephew. you seemed much more genuine than any other temporary nanny he had when he was a kid, satoru thinks, but then again he and hotaru are completely different in terms of cursed energy.

when november is nearing it's end, you decide to stay a few extra minutes in the garden. hotaru has now joined his family for dinner, and he watches the estate nanny walk towards you and hand you a mug. he can't quite hear what you're both saying since the leaves rustle a little too loudly for his liking, but he notices the 'oh' you make is serious, followed by a nervous chuckle after the nanny had said something.

satoru wonders what you must have said as the nanny suddenly rises from the garden stone bench, looking at his direction as he leans against a tree. she tells you something before departing, and you sigh moments later.

"I can feel you're around, you've been watching us for some time, and I know it." you speak almost so knowingly that it makes satoru swallow the lump at the back of his throat, but the feeling quickly dissipates as soon as the white housecat, mochi, startles you.

you leave shortly after.

12 days of your normal routine pass when satoru notices something is wrong. hotaru doesn't eat as much and at night, he calls for you. "you'll spoil him if you keep letting him be around that commoner," a distant aunt of satoru, one who he wasn't particularly fond of sneers at the nanny, "now he's calling her before bedtime,"

"he's 5," the nanny says, almost defensively. if anyone were to speak to his aunt like that then the staff would have surely been fired, but after working in the estate for nearly 30 years, satoru's father would have prohibited the dismissal of a staff member with this much seniority over something like this. "his mother is ill, and the boy's tutor has been his only maternal rock at this point. he doesn't open up to anyone but her, so we would be doing the nephew of gojo satoru a disservice by treating his nephew the way you treat him." satoru watched at how furiously the woman's brows furrowed then softened, speechless and at a loss for words before she gives up and leaves.

within an hour, you are quick to make it to the estate with a much more informal set of clothes. a pair of joggers and loungewear ideal for the nearing winter. it is past 10 when you hold the boy in his arms, talk to him about his problems, make a pinky promise (not just any promise) with him, and read him a bedtime story you had so thoughtfully decided to bring in your bag.

within minutes, the boy instantly falls asleep tucked to your side and the look you hold in your face makes satoru stare in admiration as he sits from one of the rocking chairs across the room. gently placing the book down, you kiss hotaru's forehead. "I'll see you on thursday," you promise the sleeping child before heading outside where hatoru's nanny greets you. she bows her head momentarily.

"we cannot thank you enough for your work, miss." she says, hands formally clasped together at her front. "we have made sleeping arrangements for you to stay the night. we insist, as a commute back home at this hour is late," she adds, "we have set up nightwear and can even prepare dinner for you miss."

"thank you," you say simply, politely, "I... I really don't mean to intrude nor cause any-"

"oh you could never," the woman says, "please, allow us to be your host for the night. and do not worry about waking up at an hour in fear of inconveniencing us. we have multiple guest bedrooms and would be honored to let you stay."

satoru notices the expression in your face soften as he knows that you can't possibly say no know, so you accept. choosing to spend the night. the staff set you up in a nice, private room with your own exit to the gardens. and the estate chef sends you his best soup and side dishes to fill your stomach on this cold night.

"you clearly don't have to worry about anything in here," you speak lowly but loudly enough for satoru to hear. you sit and lean against your slide shift door, facing the garden as satoru sits on the wooden surface of the 'sidewalk' (referenced in photo one). and he nearly wants to laugh at your comment, swaying his feet that he almost kicks some of the pebbled stones.

"but... hotaru still worries," you definitely have his attention now as you sigh softly, troubled, not knowing the spirit of hotaru's uncle listens to you.

"sometimes... I don't know what to do. sometimes... I feel like I can cross a boundary, but I'm an employee at the end of the day. how can I act as his therapist without... being this motherly to him?"

there was clearly a problem that satoru didn't know the answer to, but he sympathized with you trying to take on as many roles as you possibly could. he knew how complicated his family clan was. how you would always and forever walk on eggshells around them and no matter what you accomplished, it was never enough.

"I try, I really do..." your murmur to yourself, and a long silence passes as you sit in the quietness of the room. "I..." you chuckled, "I'm sorry, I can't believe I'm doing this- talking to myself, hoping something or some spirit is listening when in reality I'm just speaking to myself like a complete fool, or a japanese spirit is here right now truly mind boggled as a girl speaks in english," you stand to your feet and chuckle, heading to your bed. as satoru hears yourself bickering, the corner if his lip tugs ever so slightly upwards.

he wants to say something. thinks about what the possibility of you talking with him would be like. and as you're making your way to the bed, you still go off on a tangent.

"...no, I bet they do understand me." you argue with yourself, lecturing as if you had your own personal podcast, "if feelings are universal, so are energies and vibrations... meaning one of two things." now you're walking back and forth, concentrated on your own footsteps. satoru wants to chuckle, scare you off even, but this entertainment was the best thing he's had since he could remember. so he decided to wait this one out.

"1- the spirits must think I'm an idiot, I mean I already look like one here, but... 2, they can sense my energy." satoru feels his figurative heart drop to his stomach when you instantly look in his direction, did you know he was here all along? he thinks for a split moment, your eyes sharp with knowing.

you shudder, as your hairs stand on the sides of your arms. not unpleasantly, but enough to know some energy besides your own was here. after a short consideration, you speak.

"move a pebble if you're here," your eyes don't leave his direction, and satoru sits motionless, almost afraid you could see the real him, break all notions of metaphysical theories and curses, and then, you walk towards him; sitting criss cross applesauce.

"I know you're here," softly, you whisper, and satoru can see how you're cold, hugging your frame as your jaw slightly tenses. "I just don't know if you choose to ignore my attempts because you want to or because you genuinely can't communicate," your energy warms him, he doesn't know how else to describe it as you lean closer and closer. he thinks that if he were still alive, then you'd probably make fun of his faltered composure.

I don't know how, he wants to say, but deep down, if he wanted to try he could. he just didn't have the guts to do it.

a long minute passes, you wait patiently before you sigh, but not in defeat. "but either way, I'll be here. and your nephew will be okay. I don't know if that's the reason why you're here, but..." you trail, eyes fixated on the garden as your brows furrow and unfurrow, "...he's going to be okay." shortly after, you stand up, closing the conversation, and satoru senses he shouldn't be here anymore as you make your way to the bed. taking his cue, he leaves with a fuzzy feeling in his chest, remembering your words that oddly felt like a promise. one he hasn't been made to in forever.

he could learn to trust you.

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makingfanfictionstosleep · 4 months

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My First But Not My Last.

Pairing : Gojo x Femreader, Geto x Femreader

Setting : Started from Pre-Cult Suguru Geto // Some folks will not die // Modified that Kenjaku will not totally take over Geto's subconscious later on // Girl bff Shoko, Mei Mei & Utahime, Strong sorcerer reader // Death, Murder Spree, Romance, Lemons.

Rating : M || m i n o r s d o n o t i n t e r a c t

Part 10 : My First Love

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"This is…" You said in both awe & rage, "This is what I'm looking for."

You're in fury that none of the archives in Tokyo High holds this knowledge. Then again, if it falls in the wrong hands, then it'll all be pointless.

"This is not going to be easy," you muttered in frustration as you read through the files that you can find about the prison realm & Ryomen Sukuna, "I'm gonna kill Geto the second I find him."

"That's all there is," Maki said as she dusted her hands, "I hope you were able to find it."

"Yes I did. But it's not going be easy," You hissed, "Fuck!" You slammed your fists on the table.

You calmed yourself down as you recalled the information that you got. "Let's go, Maki."

And if possible, Shibuya was totally unrecognizable.

"The fuck happened here?" You exclaimed as you approached Shoko.

"Where the fuck have you been?!" Shoko shouted & this is the first time you have ever heard your friend raised her voice in temper. Of course anybody would be in this state, given the conditions.

"Sorry, Shoko. I had to find a way to break the seal," You explained, "Walk me through it, Muta."

"Takaba is fighting Geto now & Yuta is finding the right timing to kill him," Muta explained, "Megumi… was taken over by Sukuna."

"I can neutralize Sukuna once Gojo is out, but we need to get him here first or else he is going to rampage all over Shibuya," you said.

"I have to face that farce-Geto myself," you stated, but Shoko & Muta were trying to stop you, "I know Kenjaku is IN there, but Geto… Suguru is also in there… somewhere."

"No, you can't! Think of all the efforts of the other sorcerers, if Yuta fails to kill Geto, then by all means, back him up. But if he doesn't, then don't do anything!" Muta countered & it brought you back to your senses because he is right, You can't waste the efforts of others.

"Shoko, if Yuta succeeds, put Suguru to peace, will you?" You mumbled weakly, "He's my ex, I can't forgive him for what he started, but he's still our Suguru."

"You know I will, Y/N," she answered, wrapping her arm around you.

You grounded yourself, leaving Muta to work. You looked around & saw Inumaki & Nanami being tended to. Inumaki almost lost an arm as you were seconds from grabbing him away from Sukuna's domain. You only found Nanami by chnace & thank goodness you did because the man is already exhausted. He deserves a break. You'd personally sponsor his ticket to Malaysia after all this is over.

You are hoping that Kugisaki will survive, thankful that Todo & his team mate found her.

Meimei & Ui Ui are back, along with Utahime. You don't know where the rest are, but you need to lay out your plan.

And that you did, however it was disrupted by Muta.

"Y/N sensei! Yuta needs back up!"

Up on your feet, you wasted no time. Ui Ui understood & transported you to where Yuta & Geto were fighting.

You came face to face with the man you used to love. But this is not the man you fell in love with. He died & Kenjaku defiled his body by taking over his entire being. You feel your insides churn in pure disgust as the man before you smiled sweetly, but not the same smile you fell in love with. It was evil & sinister.

"I'm sorry sensei!" Yuta shouted in remorse, "I had to drag you in here!"

You recalled what was written in the book. Bodies that were taken over have memories.

"Yuta," you whispered, "Order Rika to attack me, then you'll get another chance. Don't waste it."

"But sensei-"

"Just fucking do as I say," you said in gritted teeth, hoping that the books were right.

"Remember our training, keep your eyes locked," you said calmly.

"On the enemy," Yuta finished, his voice trembling as he order Rika to attack you.

And right on the spot, you saw Geto's body lauching towards you, not to harm you, but to protect you.

You watched his face warp in confusion as you cowered your head down his chest as quick as you could, seconds later you felt hot liquid drip on your shoulders, you knew that your instincts were right. You knew that Yuta succeeded.

"Sensei…"

You held on to Suguru's body, to the love that you once had, to the friendship that you cherished, to the memories that you have shared. To your first love.

And finally, he can rest.

A/N : i dunno how I came up with this. Sorry if it was all over the place or filled with loopholes cause I was just drabbling & drabbling until I got here.

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noroi1000 · 1 month

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❝𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮-𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐢❞ Chapter 20

Satoru-Sensei | ←Previous chapter • Next Chapter→

Summary:"...What now?" He asked in a whisper.

"Now you will fall asleep." Gojo said, happy to feel the warmth of your body next to him."Fall asleep?"

"You will fall asleep and wake up as if it had never happened here. And she will stay here with me. You can't take her from me. You won't even remember that we talked like that. Everything will be fine again."

All the days you lived were supposed to disappear.

Because they want to hurt you. They know you're here. They know that you are with Gojo.

That's why they will want to take you away. Because none of them want to believe that you are there with them because you want to be there with them. This is what you want, and you will always only want this. However, they don't know this.

They don't know that this is the only way you will be completely safe.

No negative emotions will reach you. You won't have to suffer because of your cursed energy.

As long as you are happy and calm, your cursed energy remains dormant and never causes trouble. When your life is peaceful and happy, you live just like a normal person.

You don't have to worry about whether you are strong or weak. Because Satoru will always be with you.

And if others can't respect your choice, that's their problem.

But because they can't do it, you have to suffer?

If he hadn't done something, you would be being held by a divine dog right now, and everyone around you would want to run away, just to get you off this island. Regardless of your feelings.

There are moments in life when moral principles may not be followed.

Gojo has already done this once. Kissing you suddenly. Then he took you away so that you could never be sad again in this world. May you forget all your sorrows and live with a smile. Together with your Satoru-Sensei.

Not with your teacher. Not with your former teacher. Only with your Satoru. With someone who is most important to you.

The white-haired man let go of your body gently and stood up, joining his hands to appear next to his students and touch their foreheads. Fingers gently dig into their skin to send unholy energy to them. To their brain and consciousness.

The air was spinning, and they didn't know for a moment where they were. What is this place? They wanted to go to sleep. It was as if they were sitting in a dream and suddenly started waking up. The sand was soft under their feet.

Kugisaki fell and sat on the sand, rubbing her eyes from tiredness. It was as if she was about to fall asleep. Itadori sat up slowly and placed his hand on his forehead, feeling slightly dizzy.

Gojo appeared in front of Fushiguro and placed two fingers on his forehead as well. By sending a dose of particles of his cursed energy that will work, but will do nothing to him.

"What are you-" he groaned and staggered.

"You could have listened to her instead of scaring her. She can't be nervous. Because her body is not adapted to her Jujutsu technique. Her body is not entirely that of a sorcerer. She feels better without it." he told him, placing his hands on his shoulders to help him balance. "I took her here so she wouldn't have to live the way she didn't want to. No stress or sadness. I do everything I can to make her smile. I wanted to see her smile always and forever. You're right about that. But I do it as much for myself as for her. I give her more than I take. She loves me."

He turned to you with a slight smile. You stood up and brushed the dirt off your pants as you slowly walked towards him.

You saw Fushiguro's eyes widen as he looked at you. You went under Satoru's arm, hugging him.

"(l/n)... You..."

"... Fushiguro... Satoru's right..." you said calmly, running your hand lightly over his shirt.

"But... Why didn't you tell us you were alive? You don't know what our lives were like after you died... We thought you had died! Everyone thought it would be better if you lived and one of us died!

"Fushiguro. That's okay. You can hate me for what happened. Sorry. But I didn't know that I would live. Thanks to Satoru, I can live a normal life... I'm sorry that I was the reason for what happened now. Satoru gave me a chance at a new life. That's why I won't waste this opportunity this time. Thank you for worrying about me. But I'm okay. As long as I'm here, I'll always be okay."

They reached for his arm, and suddenly she hugged him lightly.

"Thank you for your efforts. Im alright. And after you go home, it'll be okay too. Everything as it was supposed to be. Everyone is in their place. As it was meant to be from the beginning."

Maybe you were always that shy girl who was too quiet. A shy girl who got along best with her teacher. And this teacher knew in her someone he wanted to protect and then love.

Your hands moved away from him, and you clung to Satoru again.

"...What now?" He asked in a whisper.

"Now you will fall asleep." Gojo said, happy to feel the warmth of your body next to him.

"Fall asleep?"

"You will fall asleep and wake up as if it had never happened here."

And they will also forget something else. Something will completely slip from their minds for the rest of their lives. Something they may be looking for but won't know what it is. Because it was only in their dreams for them. There is no need to say more.

"Wait...What about (y/n)?" He asked quickly.

"She will stay here with me. You can't take her from me. You won't even remember that we talked like that."

"That's not the point... What about her? You'll know about what happened here."

"It's okay. As long as I can, I will live peacefully. Even if it means knowing that no one knows I'm alive."

"Am I not enough for you?" White-haired whispered with a funny smile.

"Yes Yes. You're the only one I want to live like this with." You whispered with a tiny smile and blush.

Now Megumi knew what a big mistake he had made.

He wanted to hurt you. Even more. Make yourself cry instead of smiling.

It was better for you to be "dead" than to live the same life you lived before.

"You'll wake up, and I'm sure you won't remember it. Satoru has never let me down, so when he said that, I knew he would."

Gullible and innocent? It was you. However, you believed in Gojo unconditionally. Because you always knew he would keep his word.

By giving you happiness, he gave you this.

"And your parents? Friends? Surely everyone misses you. I understand that you want to live this life, and I won't stop you. But the lives of your loved ones are the most important." He looked into Gojo's eyes.

The lives of your loved ones are the most important. Gojo just saw it.

You shook your head slightly from side to side.

"As long as I know I'm happy here, I know they're happy there. If you want, you can forget about me completely. And don't worry. I'll say it straight now, in case I ever forget, to calm your heart completely. I am safe and happy here. Satoru gives me the best life I could ever have. The perfect life that anyone can dream of."

Gojo-sensei was with them. Therefore, everything was fine.

Were they fighting a curse?

What is most important...

Questions swirled in their heads. They were falling asleep.

And when they woke up, there were a few questions on their minds.

They will never get answers to questions they don't remember. They are smiling. They live as they were supposed to live.

Their lives, the same as always. But without the old sadness holding their hearts.

Their dead classmate was gone.

Because the question they asked themselves when they woke up was:

Who is (y/n) (l/n)?

Has there ever been a person like (y/n) (l/n)?

They do not know.

To them, (y/n) (l/n) was a dream that didn't really exist. A person who didn't exist in the real world.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x you #gojo x y/n #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #gojo #jjk x reader #yandere gojo x you #yandere gojo #yandere gojo satoru #Satoru-sensei

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akiras-wolf · 7 months

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CHAPTER 236, Y/N GOJO.

SYNOPSIS: you’re Y/N Gojo, the second heir to the six eyes. Satoru is your older brother. You look just like him. (kinda bad synopsis but give it a chance)

WARNINGS: manga chapter 236 SPOILERS, mentions of the after life, sucky writing?, gege’s bad decisions, female pronouns

A/N: wrote this in class because i literally cannot get chapter 236 out of my head. do NOT read if you haven’t/don’t want to see the manga leaks because this takes place in that chapter.

I also kind of wanna write a fic where reader is a gojo who impossibly has the six eyes among her brother, bc it’s something i’ve been daydreaming of FOREVER. if i do write that, it’ll probably have better writing than this lollll. anyways, spoilers below :)

“I will win.”

He didn’t win.

Gojo Satoru had sought out to fight Ryomen Sukuna knowing he wouldn’t win. Knowing he wasn’t truly the strongest. He thought Sukuna shared the same loneliness as him; that of a person who has transcended their own mortality, but Satoru was wrong. He was so wrong.

Ryomen Sukuna, the strongest Jujutsu sorcerer; victor of the battle.

Y/N stood there.

Her brother was in two halves, a smile resting on his cold, deceased body.

She stood there.

Her eyes were dazed. Was this her awakening?

She almost didn’t hear it at first, but there was Sukuna’s voice.

“I will never forget Satoru Gojo.”

Her head turned. He spoke. He spoke. He spoke.

Awakening was supposed to feel calm; but calmness was the last thing she could possibly feel. Akira was filled with rage. It was evident in her face. In the way the crook where the eyebrows met the nose crinkled. In the way her pupils were constricted, showing the six eyes that once resembled her brothers. In the way she had to physically stop her body from shaking.

Y/N’s eyes burned into Megumi, but she didn’t see Megumi. She saw Sukuna. And unlike her brother, Megumi’s body was none of her concern.

It took less than a second for her to be gone from her original position. It took less than a second for her to appear behind Sukuna, her eyes feral. It took a second for Sukuna to slash her down the way he had her brother.

She saw a bright flash of white, forcing her to close her eyes. When they reopened she saw Satoru. And Geto. And Nanamin. And Haibara. They were all dead.

They were all dead, yet here they were, standing in front of her, in a cafe of sorts. It was a peaceful atmosphere. Quiet. Completely contradictory to the chaos and destruction in the living world.

Her eyes darted between the group. They were all younger versions of themselves. Satoru was the first to speak.

“Y/N? Was it Sukuna?”

Y/N nodded. Was she dead. Did she fall the same way her brother did?

“Did you give it your all?”

No. She didn’t give it her all. The fight had just started and she was already dead?

“I shouldn’t be here. I-” Y/N struggled to take this all in.

She couldn’t have died. She couldn’t have let Sukuna win.

“Satoru, I need to go.” Y/N still had her cursed technique reversal.

Unlike her brother, she had spent more time focusing on honing that. One day she’d be the sole wielder of the six eyes and limitless. That day had painstakingly come.

The last thing Akira had seen before returning to her body was Satoru smiling at her. The same way he had smiled in his death.

She was back in her body, in the same position before she had “died.”

The look on Sukuna’s face would’ve made a great picture to hang on a wall. To look at it when you’re feeling down, and to remember how Ryomen Sukuna had been shocked for once in his life.

Satoru Gojo was not the only enigma of the cursed world. Y/N was a curse herself, as two six eyes cannot coexist.

“Domain expansion.”

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theficcafe · 1 year

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𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 - 06

↳ Genre: Angst, Fluff

↳ Pairing: college!gojo x fem!reader

↳ Warnings: unrequited love

↳ Playlist: (will link here!)

↳ Masterlist: 01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08 09 10

song for this chapter: question..? - taylor swift

"Good girl, sad boy

Big city, wrong choices."

You didn’t have any history of insomnia.

In fact, you had a healthy relationship with sleep. Unlike Shoko, whose body clock has been completely altered, you valued having 8 hours (or more) of sleep. You once explained the long term effects of having frequent all-nighters to Shoko using a PowerPoint presentation you created in an hour after seeing how exhausted she looked during the daytime, only for her to wave it off and say “everyone dies one day, anyway.”

It’s funny though - how you’re looking at Shoko now, fast asleep next to you, looking peaceful as ever, at 11PM. And yet here you are; eyes wide open, no trace of grogginess. You were wide awake and you knew it’d be awhile before you can join her in the dream land.

You reached for your phone on the night stand, unlocking it to look at the pictures you had taken earlier. The sunset looked beautiful in Tokyo, and you couldn’t help but take a piece of it with you through photography. You took quite a few selfies for remembrance, and spent the rest of the time thinking of someone admiring its beauty.

A text notification from Yuuta snapped you back to reality. A small smile made its way to your lips upon seeing his name.

yu: when are youuu coming back home? mei mei’s so unforgiving with the shifts that i am covering for you! she said it’s for when you come back. you’d have all your shifts covered, so that means you still get paid. and i don’t get any?! i’m her brother!

You chuckled. Mei Mei has always been playful with Yuuta, teasing him every chance she gets. It’s always a fun dynamic to watch whenever you would be invited for sleep overs at their house. Though Yuuta sees it as a never ending cruelty imposed by his older sister, you, as the spectator, knows that this is Mei Mei’s way of showing his love for him, despite the age gap.

With them, you never once felt alone.

ramen provider: you get half, i promise!

yu: i better get half. also, i took all your ramen packs yesterday. figured they needed to be eaten by someone before they expire..

ramen provider: that’s the plan buddy

yu: why are u awake btw? you usually sleep early when you don’t have anything to do

You paused.

You knew the answer; it’s already in the back of your mind. A certain name.

How could a faceless person knock on the walls of your mind and make it their throne without your permission? How mighty could he be, Gojo Satoru, for him to reach every corner of your mind as his own?

For you, he was the unexpected guest; one who knocked rapidly on your heart, only to be answered with deadly silence. But despite your eyes reflecting a very angry thunderstorm, he took his shoes off and barged right into your heart.

You diverted your attention back to your conversation with Yuuta.

ramen provider: just losing sleep lately, i guess..

— or going insane.

“We’re going somewhere nice next week!”

You munched on your toast, eyes fixated on your phone. Mornings with Shoko were always eventful; once upon a sleepover when you both were 18, you woke up to Shoko completely awake, hugging a pillow, just.. looking right at you. It freaked you out to say the least, but you didn’t have time to react or even scream because even in that moment, Shoko is certain what she wants to do for the day.

“Do you want to skip school with me?”

You could even barely blink.

What you loved about your best friend is her skill to be able to specify plans. Whenever you were with her, you were always out. It wasn’t bothersome to you because you thought your dynamic is perfectly balanced, with you being introverted and Shoko being the best of both worlds. She isn’t the most sociable, but she’s way more sociable than you could ever be. She is your walking itinerary - your personal travel document. She’s always going somewhere, and she knows how to get there.

When you say you'd probably be found dead in a ditch somewhere without Shoko, you meant that.

“And where could that be?” You asked, slightly distracted, eyes scanning your SNS feed. You stumbled upon an exchange program advertisement and got curious.

Shoko took a sip of her coffee, eyes twinkling in excitement. “A close friend of mine from med school - who is, by the way, filthy rich - invited me to their staycation. I actually turned him down but he insisted, so I told him I have to bring my bestest friend in the whole world or I am not getting on that boat. He was more than happy to agree.”

You felt as though you got slapped. Glancing up from your phone, you barely managed to register her words before you were up yelling. “What?! I didn’t get to say yes!”

“Were you going to say no?”

“Well - Iei, I don’t know them!”

Shoko pouted, standing up to take her now empty “I Hate Mondays” mug to the sink for a wash. “That’s the whole point - you can get to know them! We won’t be alone with him.”

You almost fainted. “That’s even worse! Iei, You know I am the worst with people.”

Shoko turned around, mug still in hand, but is now covered in dishwashing soap. She sent you a disapproving look. “No you aren’t. You just choose not to mingle with people.”

Feeling defeated, you sat down in despair. You let out a groan, to which Shoko responded with a giggle. She turned to you with a reassuring smile. “C’mon, Y/N. I think this is the perfect opportunity for you to branch out and get out of your little shell. Of course, if you really don’t wanna go, I won’t force you. We can stay here in Tokyo and visit a lot of places. I just figured you’d want to get to know the friends I made here, too.”

You suddenly felt guilty. Taking a good look at Shoko (who’s still busy washing her mug), you realized that though she may look the same as before, for some reason, she looked somewhat… far. Living with Shoko means living with familiarity—like a mug of cocoa on Christmas Day when your parents would actually be home, and they’d prepare a simple dinner before exchanging gifts. Shoko felt exactly like that scenario.

She’s so familiar that somehow, along the way of basking into this familiarity and loneliness, you unconsciously blurred out her life. What did you even know about Shoko after you both went to college?

Of course you tell each other everything (with Shoko being more talkative than you are) but now, actually thinking deep about it, you realized how vague her stories have gotten; it’s almost full of “Here’s how my day went”, “I’m so tired!”, “I hate med school!”

You never dug deeper.

That’s why the last line of her reply struck you the most; because she’s Shoko, your best friend since forever, the one who witnessed you go through the horrifying consequences of transitioning to adulthood, the only person who you can call at 4 am when you’re in the middle of an academic breakdown or when you want to make a long commentary about the show you’re currently watching. Your person - and despite this, you never even bothered to ask if she had company. If she has made good friends.

Today, at 6 o’clock in the morning, with the sound of tap water running in the background and Shoko humming softly to a song, you realized how big the world has gotten.

It was no longer just Shoko and you.

“Yellow looks so good on you.”

You scowled, red hue rushing its way to your cheeks. “No, Shoko.”

You’re not sure how you got yourself in this situation - a happy Shoko swiping her cards left and right, hopping on every store she sees to “better prepare for the trip.”

An hour ago, you told Shoko you were going; but on one condition - you’d never go swimming.

It’s not as if you were the worst swimmer out there, it’s more of the fact that you never packed a swim attire. When you told Shoko, her eyes gleamed so bright you could mistake her for Christmas lights (and you know she’s just going to use your dilemma as an excuse to go shopping and splurge).

You never anticipated yacht parties and big pools and rich medical students on vacation, so hey, who could blame you?

You had agreed to go shopping for essentials; sunscreen, water bottles, blankets, towels..

..and yet you’re in a bikini shop.

“Oh please!” Shoko exclaimed, grabbing your shoulders to give you a playful shove, “I have seen you wear bikinis a thousand times, Y/N. And every time you do, you always rock it.”

You stuck your tongue out playfully, “That was years ago, Ie.” You snatched the clothing from her hand and quickly put it back in the rack. “Everything has changed.”

Shoko sent a playful look, “Oh really? I don’t know - you wanna show me?”

You rolled your eyes playfully and sighed. “You know what. I just wanna get this over with, so alright, I’ll take the yellow one.” You pulled your wallet out of your pocket just in time when Shoko suddenly ran towards the cashier at a fast pace.

“No, this one’s on me!”

"Shoko."

She continued to run, fully aware of the daggers you are shooting her way. You sighed, finally admitting defeat. "Fine, but the food's on me!"

Looking back at your pouting form, Shoko sent a playful wink and gave you a thumbs up, "You got it!"

You didn't know if it was all the shopping, or Shoko literally dragging you everywhere (maybe this was mostly it), but you suddenly felt sick. Not sick-sick, more like the idea of hopping onto a yacht for God knows how long with a bunch of people you completely do not know or have any history with finally sinking in, in the middle of a swimwear store.

Holy shit.

A million thoughts ran through your mind - as a socially-selective person, you honestly did not know how to prepare yourself for this trip. No amount of sunscreen and wine can prepare you for conversations, your number one enemy.

Despite the chaos in your mind, you remained seated, embodying the perfect image of a stone for being so still. Shoko seemed to notice, already crouching down to meet your gaze. She had a worried look on her face, an image you're all too familiar with.

"Hey," She spoke, hand coming up to poke your cheek. Your eyes instantly met hers, mustering a tiny smile to reassure her that you're dying inside okay.

You made a mental note to write cue cards and practice conversing with yourself in the bathroom back at Shoko's apartment.

Standing up, you let out a nervous chuckle to mask the fact that you are one second away from backing out of this rich friend-yacht-party rendezvous. "Alright, enough with shopping, please. You know I have a high metabolism, I think I burned half of my soul from all that walking."

Shoko rolled her eyes, a playful smile making its way to her cherry-red lips. "We literally went to three places, Y/N. One of them was the bathroom."

"That still takes up so much energy."

You both walked out of the swimwear shop (and finally, finally tasted true freedom) when Shoko grabbed your free hand, her playful smile turning to a grin so contagious you found yourself smiling too. "Why are you so smiley?"

You asked, and yet you knew. She shrugged, looking ahead. "This trip means a lot to me, and I know you aren't really built for things like these, so thank you for choosing to come and fighting the urge to finish the world war II documentary I know you've been watching. The urge is strong, I know; because you're a nerd."

You just smiled to yourself silently. She really knows you like the back of her hand; at the same time, you were creeped out - because you only really watched the documentary around 4AM when she was fast asleep on your shared bed.

A thousand walks later, you were finally the first one in line for a famous restaurant Shoko has been blabbering about for the past few days. At this point, you were finally convinced that your soul has finally transcended from all the waiting you'd done on behalf of your angry, frustrated best friend who kept complaining about how unfair the staff has been treating the customers. The truth is, you could have been inside thirty minutes ago if it wasn't for the rich-looking couple who obviously did not reserve a slot and lied about it to get ahead. What's worse is the staff not even sparing a glance, allowing them to walk inside.

Aside from waiting, you had also been suffering from secondhand embarrassment. Shoko, the ever-so-feisty one between the two of you, had been talking to the staff responsible for the reservation list. The more she got upset, the more her voice got louder, and you had to pull her back to remind her that you guys were in public.

"I swear," Shoko huffed, hands on her hips, rolling her eyes at the unbothered staff who clearly knew what he was doing, "I will rate this zero stars."

"That's mean." You uttered, pushing her back slightly. "It was just a person - the whole crew doesn't need to suffer from a negative review."

Pushing back, Shoko sent you a firm look (that did not even intimidate you; you think she only looked like an angry cat.)

"My legs are cramping, Y/N! I am wearing heels!" She whispered, pain laced in her voice. You laughed lowly, sending her a teasing smile. "You literally could've just sat on the waiting chairs."

"There were chairs?"

Before you could even let out a funny comeback (that you thought was genius), a deep voice spoke from behind you, the scent of wood sage and sea salt cologne coming off strong, almost making you feel dizzy from how strong it was.

That's when it started.

The loud, clicking sound; follows its own rhythm, getting louder and louder as the scent from behind you becomes stronger, filling your nostrils.

"Shoko?"

You turned around at the familiar tone, one that reminded you of train stations and parks.

You were meant to meet his eyes - the kind man who offered to walk to the park when you got lost. Toji, if you could recall well, was his name.

But you met someone else's gaze instead.

The clicking in your mind disappeared. It had turned eerily quiet, except for the low buzzing in your ears. It seemed as though the clicking faded out, like a countdown reaching its last number.

Somewhere in your mind, you could hear Shoko speaking, mixed with Toji's voice who kept calling your name.

But you were someplace else.

Somewhere blue.

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𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓴𝓪𝓸'𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓻!

hi everyone, it’s kao!

it has been mONTHS!!! i missed everyone on here so much!

thank you for all the kind words! even when I was away, I had been receiving messages and replies from my lovely readers. i got too busy juggling work and school and had literally zero time for my hobbies. you guys have no idea how much I missed writing!

anyway, i have been [secretly] writing chapters in my drafts just in case I finally found the time to proof-read them and finally publish it for you guys ˃̵ᴗ˂̵ but I had to focus on more important things for me this month, so I left these babies unpublished for the meantime. i wanted to make sure everything was perfect before publishing them!

but fear not my friends, i am [officially] back in business!! ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

as always, feedback/reblogging would me a lot to me! thank you for the small appreciation you guys have shown! ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡

see u guys in chapter 07!

kao, out! ʚ♡ɞ

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eydi-andrius · 5 months

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ENDING BLUE

PLEASE DON'T READ IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN THE FIC SUNDAY MORNING COFFEE YET.

author's note: Thanks for reading! You're probably one of those who loves the angst and sad endings. ME TOO!

I hope you like this one! 💙

divider by: @cafekitsune

💚

The waves were peaceful today. The soft breeze and crisp smell of salt in the air is amazing and relaxing.

The sun that was usually harsh and unforgiving were tamed by the clouds, adorning the blue sky.

Such a majestic view. You know Nanami will love it here.

“How about it, my darling? It's beautiful isn't it?” Clasping the pendant filled with some of Nanami’s ashes, you looked at the sea and imagined him walking and running around in happiness.

Everywhere you look at this place, the waves, the soft glow of the sun and the smell of the beach……. All of it reminds you of Nanami.

He never made it back.

That night he promised to follow you after a week or so, but it didn't happen. Instead, it was Yuji you saw in front of your parent's door that day. He was holding a white envelope filled with Nanami’s will.

You don't even need to hear what he has to say. His youthful face adorned with scar, right ear covered in bandage and eyes red from tears, you just know what happened.

You broke down in front of him. Your wailing scared your parents and they rushed to wherever you were. Yuji, who obviously tried his best not to cry on the way to where you were to deliver the news, broke down in tears too, he used his left arm to cover his face.

There was no body recovered. Yuji told you how he died. You’re not even sure if the ashes given to you had a body on it or it was all just the things that remained after he died. They also gave you his blunt sword, which looks more worn than when you last saw it. Holding his weapon made you cry but not in tears of losing him this time. But from knowing that he fought hard that day and up until his last breath he protected those kids to the best of his ability, even if his power is not on par with Gojo. You are proud of him. He died for those kids’ future, that's so much like your Nanami, your darling.

“Hey? Do you like this one?” Yuji’s voice echoed throughout the empty villa and you looked back at him with a smile.

“This is perfect.”

It turns out, anything written on a sorcerer's will, will be granted by the association. They will provide all of it as a thank you for their services until death.

At the moment you and your legally adopted son, Yuji, are looking for a house near the beach. This was all just temporary, until Yuji turned the legal age and can live on his own, that will be the time that you will move to Malaysia, on a beach house, you and Nanami have been eyeing once, and was mentioned on the passing.

Yuji’s adoption as well were handled by them. You’re not sure what strings they pulled for you to legally adopt Yuji, but they did it. It was also written on his will, not for you, but for Nanami or so they said. He wished to adopt Yuji and take care of him. You were told you can deny that wish, being a single mother is tough, but you accepted it with all your heart. Because Nanami wrote the conversation you had with him on that one movie night. It was a conversation you had together.

“Yeah. He will love it here.” Yuji smiled back at you as he stood beside and leaned against a pillar, his hands inside the pocket of his hoodie. After a brief look around at the scenic view, his eyes landed on your frame.

“How are you?” With a tilt of his head, he asked.

“Better than nothing.” You replied, short and curt.

“Hmmmm” Yuji nodded in agreement and a comfortable silence fell.

You breathed the fresh salty air and the smile you have is not even reaching your eyes. Everyday you miss him. Everyday is a struggle to wake up knowing that you will never see him again. Everyday you are afraid that one day you will forget how he looks, how his voice sounds, how his presence makes you feel safe and loved. Everyday you are thinking if it was even worth it to live without him by your side.

However, you know Nanami will want you to move forward. To live the life you dreamed of together, even if you have to walk the beach alone. With only your footprints on the sand following your path forward.

You touched the pendant again and prayed. You missed his warmth.

“It’s only a matter of time, my darling. I can't wait to see you again. But for now, be with me, and let's live the life we dreamed off together.”

#eydi andrius #fic: sunday morning coffee #ending blue

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@ashestxashes : ‘ hc ‘ + sleep for Toji

it's an escape and a cage all in one swift movement. there are nights when sleep is welcome, when his body aches and he's ready to just recover, to tune out the world that he lives in and into something much more pleasant. those of the days when he dreams of his love, when he dreams of his son, when he finds the warmth and peace that he's been trying to find ever since he was a little boy. the dreams in which it doesn't matter that he isn't a sorcerer, that he isn't some grand disappointment to the zen'in clan. he's just a person, falling in love, finding an escape from the abuse, and curling into the warmth of a family that loves and accepts him for who he is. for the hands that hold his scarred face in their smaller ones and promises that this will be okay, that they can have a future together. that everything will be perfectly fine.

those are the dreams in which she never dies –– in which their family is lovely with megumi growing, small hands fisted in his mother's skirts and sticking his tongue at his father. he has no chance of inheriting the sorcerer inside of the clan or the techniques. no, he's just a child, carefree and living the life that toji never got to. and he learns –– learns to be a proper father, learns how to hold megumi close and treasure him. he learns to leave his work behind, to curl into the warmth of his wife and his son and the family unit that he never once got to have.

but then there are the nights that haunt him, the ones where scars are given. the ones where a sword cuts through his face and he's gasping, cursing the heavenly pact because right now he needs something more, needs to be able to breathe and succeed.

those are the nights when he dreams of gojo, of the strongest, and losing his life to him. the searing pain and then nothing at all. the selling of megumi. the nightmares of him going to the zen'in clan and coming out looking like him, a jaded piece of work that cares only about pain and being the best. that manufactures himself to fit into the zen'in clan ways. that doesn't grow up to be kind like his mother or even remotely good ––– that falls like his father, angel wings cut and tumbling to hell.

those are the nights he dreams of shibuya, of megumi not getting through to him. of cutting his head straight off and crushing it under his shoe. of never caring that he's the monster that killed his son –– all that matters is kill or be killed, and it's what he needs to do to survive. he is a monster, a machine, and he will kill all sorcerers until there is nothing left but their blood staining the earth.

those are the nights he wakes up screaming, throat raw and sweat coating his body, hands fisting in his hair as if to hold onto himself and his new reality. there's an ache in every one of his bones and he can feel the hot tears building up, despite convincing himself he was done crying years ago.

#cc. ❝ toji fushiguro ⧽ ❪ headcanons ❫

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lunawritingspaceoxoxxx · 7 months

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Gojo laid staring up at the blue sky, red spider lilies surrounding him as he stayed there, motionless, for once he didn’t feel drained by the six eyes, being able to look his old friends in the eyes. Death. Everyone died, Gojo knew that, but to claim he didn’t know he was going to die by the hands of Sukuna, wasn’t something expected, but Gojo was tired mentally.

The “gifts” that he was born with placed a heavy burden onto him since he could conceptualize the gravity of his gifts. Suguru, Nanami, Shoko—all close friends of his, but they couldn’t fathom the weight of being the strongest sorcerer. It was liberating, but so isolated at the same time. Trying to bend the rules of society to only becoming a cog in the machine—it was soul-draining.

Gojo plucked a spider-lily from its stem, blindly inspecting it as he came to terms of his death. “Are you the strongest because you're Gojo Satoru? Or are you Gojo Satoru because you're the strongest?” He thought over Suguru’s question when they parted ways all those years ago, never quite understanding what he truly meant.

Humanity is very fickle and fragile creation, Gojo had no intention whatsoever to participate in the machine of this society, but as Gojo grew older, experiencing the lost of Riko and killing his own friend, he had no other choice, but to adapt and accept—burying his own feelings as he buried Riko and let Suguru go.

Running on fumes can only get him so far. Gojo thought as he raised himself onto his feet, basking under the warmth of the sun. Even if he could, he couldn’t find himself joining his students onto the battlefield once again. He had nothing to give them, strength nor hope. He was tired, both in body and soul. It’s selfish to put yourself before others, but Gojo, individualistically, was sacrificed even before he understood his purpose. For once, he wanted to be selfish and be at peace about it.

As the spider-lilies fade into lilac irises, he has hope that his students successfully put an end to this pointless bloodshed and be at ease until their final days.

#gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen spoilers #jujutsu kaisen #jjk chapter 236 #sad stuff #I wanted to get my thoughts out #it’s not gonna be a fic

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brisugu · 2 years

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Carapherneila

(S.Gojo x F!Reader x S.Geto)

Series Masterlist

Series Summary: Where she reminisce of the past.

Chapter Title and summary : On the 3rd day--- “Time is a construct.”

Chapter: Twelve

Warnings: Angst, Blood and Gore

Word count: 3,211

They say when you die, you will have everlasting peace. That you will ascend into the afterlife and meet those you've lost. You will live forever surrounded with warmth and be rejoiced.

That is what you like to think, to believe.

There was no warmth, no light...nothing when you died. You felt as if you were drowning. The feeling of being sucked backward was extremely slow. It clogged your lungs and flooded your senses. Memories of your life came in all at once. The guilt and the overwhelming feeling of abandoning your loved ones were a lot to take in. It wasn't long before the darkness and the coldness sparked a state of panic in you. With no escape, this blackness faded in and out, and you succumbed to this.

But, just as all hope was lost, someone or something pulled you out of your suffering.

You gasped as a stinging feeling spread throughout your body. Your eyesight went blurry as you tried to focus on your savior. You expected a slender body with snowy hair or a raven-haired boy with a ponytail. But your heart sunk when you realized your savior...was a monster. He resembled a demon with four arms and two faces. He had unique markings on his forehead, nose, cheeks, and torso.

He also had a second pair of eyes under his eyes, but they looked closed. A sudden chill went up your spine, and hair quickly stuck up from the back of your neck. You were afraid to blink, speak, or even breathe.

"Well, speak, little girl." It wasn't a request... it was a command. You attempted to move your lips, but your body betrayed you as no sound came out. There was a foreign coiling feeling in the pit of your stomach. It wasn't haunting... it was sinister. Something you couldn't explain, something you wished could've stayed dead. "I said-" he leaned down, and his disturbing face hovered over you. "Speak."

Your lips quivered, "am I dead?"

The monster smiled. "No, something much worse."

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Day 1

"Tell me again but keep it short and sweet."

"Sir, there is nothing sweet about this."

"You know what I mean, Satoru."

Gojo nodded before swallowing something hard down his throat as he hunched his shoulders back. "I-It happened so fast, and I couldn't even think." Yaga nodded and motioned for him. "She was losing so much blood a-and—"His mouth started to quiver, and his right leg began to bounce. He shifted his gaze to Shoko, asking her to continue for him, at least for your sake.

"And then I brought her here." Shoko interrupted. "Where she's stabilized but induced into a coma… w-we don't know when she'll wake up." It wasn't a lie. You were in a coma, but it was nothing that Shoko had ever seen. No heartbeat but curse energy still blossoming. It was a phenomenon—a confusing jigsaw puzzle. There was no explanation, no book or dictionary to answer your state. She lost sleep because of it, grew eyebags, and refused to eat in an attempt to solve this puzzle. Gojo was the one who looked after her—the one to pull her out of this state. He was the one who offered a shoulder to cry on. And in turn, Shoko looked after Satoru. While Geto confided in his room, she was the one who comforted him. She knew the facade Gojo puts on to reassure everyone; he masks his feelings and pain to help others without helping himself. Shoko was the one to pull him out to the surface. She was another anchor he didn't know he had.

"Where's Suguru?" Yaga asked, pulling Shoko out of her thoughts. Gojo lowered his head and glanced at the empty seat to his left.

"Still in his room." It hurts seeing Geto like this. No communication, no contact. It's like he was treating them like a ghost. "Want me to get him?"

"No, let him be." Yaga sighed and turned away from his students, headed to the exit. "And another thing," he looked over his shoulder. He noticed the fatigue and miserable appearance of his students. He slowly removed his sunglasses from his face and frowned before saying, "It's not your fault."

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"I'm not going to ask you again..." You shivered as a shiver ran up your spine. "How did you get here?" You shook your head, and your lips began to quiver.

"I-I told you. I don't know how I got here," you swallowed a hard lump down your throat. "Please, just let me-"

In an instant, blood spat out from your mouth. You whimpered as a familiar coldness wrapped around you. Your eyes begged the monster for mercy, but how could there be when your heart rested on his palm? "You are very annoying." He glowered as your body sank to the ground. He then carelessly threw your heart behind him like a useless toy. He sucked his teeth and rolled his eyes. He lifted three fingers and silently counted down to one. Instantaneous, your body suddenly sprang to life as he was about to burn your body. His eye twitched, "how many times do I have to kill you before you go away?" He grabbed your neck and lifted you off the ground. You could feel the air being sucked from your lungs, and you vigorously tapped on his arm. He squeezed your neck so tightly that you felt like your head was about to pop off.

Eyes were bulging out from your pocket, and you stuck out your tongue in an attempt to allow air to enter your lungs.

This was your nightmare... your hell.

Suddenly you felt a slight release from your neck that allowed you to breathe. You coughed at first before taking a deep breath. At first, you thought it was a ploy, and he would go back in torturing you at any given moment, but he didn't. The demon grinned. There were glimpses of his teeth that resembled a human. "Why is it that you are the only one who is alive?"

"What?"

"Fascinating, isn't it? I should've felt that some girl was siphoning my cursed energy."

"I-I don't understand. Does this mean you'll let me go?" The demon shook his head before laughing. The sounds rattled your ears and the burning feeling in the pit of your stomach intensified.

"Go?" He squeezed your neck, and fear made its way back to you again. "You stupid girl...you knew this would happen, didn't you?" He slightly shook you. "You knew you would come here. You knew what would happen." Tears began to stream down your face as you shook your head.

"I don't know-"

"You are as stupid as your ancestors... as my descendants." Your eyes widened. "Oh, don't act dumb with me, girl. You knew about this." he narrowed his gaze at you before releasing you from his hold.

When you fell to the ground, you couldn't muster up the strength to stand. You cupped your hand over your mouth and silently sobbed. The guilt of lying to your loved ones and yourself ate you apart. You couldn't face the truth. Slowly turning to your captor with eyes brimming with tears, you spat at him. "I won't do it! I'll never do-"

"You don't have a choice, my dear," one of his hands grabbed your face and pulled you close. The smell of rotten flesh burned your nostrils. "Now, I advise you to decide if you want to see your lover boys again." Your heart began to rise when he mentioned them. "But before we do that, I prefer you to call me by name." You gasped as his arm went through your chest. "Sukuna is just fine."

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Day 2

Gojo sacrificed an arm and a leg in attempting to make soba...it was Geto's favorite. He'd always devour it every time you cooked. His smile was the highlight by the end of it.

Gojo strolled the boy's dormitory carrying a hot bowl of soba in his hands. As he reached Geto's door, he took a breath and knocked. "Suguru." No response. Gojo tapped his foot in irregular beats, "I made you soba." No response again, and Gojo started to lose patience. He knocked again. This time it was louder. "Listen, Su, I almost burned down the kitchen, so I'm not letting this go to waste." Another round of silence. That's it. "On the count of three, if you don't open this door, then I have no choice but to force my way in." Gojo set the bowl down and moved it a couple of inches back. "One," he got in a fighting stance. "Two..." He concentrated on his curse technique. "Thr—"

"Satoru? what are you doing at my front door?" Gojo instantly turned around to find Geto standing next to him. His appearance appeared to be messy. With wrinkled clothes, messy hair, and red eyes, Geto lacked motivation. "Did you forget your room is next to mine again," he chuckled dryly.

Gojo chewed the inside of his cheek and shook his head. He kneeled to grab the hot bowl, and when he stood straight up, he pushed it against his friend's chest. "It's yours."

"I'm not hungry," he pushed it back and shoved Gojo slightly. "Do you mind? I'm tired." As he twisted the doorknob and stepped into his room, it didn't take long for Gojo to follow right behind him.

"How long since you have eaten, Suguru?" The raven-haired shrugged as he made his way toward the futon. When he sat down, his body shuddered as he recalled the many memories he made with you—the time when you patched up his wounds and many other things .

"Why does it matter to you?" He snapped. He didn't want to display any weakness or the fact he was hurting. He hated how Gojo looked at him with pity as if he was a dying pup. "Why are you here?"

"Why did you let me in?" Geto held his breath. Maybe it was an impulse to let Gojo in. Perhaps he consciously desired Gojo's help. Maybe he wanted him to be his moral compass—to fix him.

Geto exhaled and took the warm bowl from Gojo's hands.

"See! I knew you wanted it." Gojo exclaimed. That irritating voice perked Geto's ears. Although he would not admit it, he misses his friend's usual childish behavior. His annoying personality makes him wonder how he fell for the white-haired sorcerer. It was something that drew him in.

As Geto ate, he felt strands of his hair getting played with. He turned to find Gojo hyper-fixated on his raven hair. He rubbed them against his fingers, then watched as he twirled them around it. "Satoru?" He asked.

He didn't answer; he continued playing with his hair as if it was his prized possession— like something delicate but beautiful. "You should wash your hair." He finally said.

Geto frowned. "What?" Gojo removed the bowl from his hands and set it aside before taking Geto's hands. "C-can I wash your hair?" What has gotten into him?

"Satoru is-"

"Please." It wasn't a request nor a demand. It was... something else . "Let me help you," Geto felt his heart clench. For a moment, he was about to say yes. Say "yes" and allow Gojo to help him, help him take away his pain and misery. He needs the touch of a god, the one sent from heaven, the one who is the righteous one.

But the other side of Geto crept from the back of his mind.

Why would he need help? He doesn't need fucking pity from him. These thoughts were slowly plaguing him. Who is he to judge? Just because he is the strongest, he doesn't need to be a martyr and go around saving everyone. He doesn't need to be saved.

"It's fine," Geto forced a smile. "I don't need your help."

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You don't know if you are strong enough to face them again... you were going to be coward.

"Hey, brat! Have you chosen how you will serve me yet?" That voice rings your ears, and you turn in his direction.

Sukuna's malevolent shrine was as chilling as it appears in the history books. Skulls everywhere, which seems fitting for his character. You also later discovered that when you died, your consciousness had transported to his dominion expansion. "I have made my choice," you said monotonously.

"You poor thing," he slowly strolled towards you, and instantly your veins ran cold. Flashes of the horrific acts he committed against you flood your brain. You feared he would dismember you again or rip your heart out of your chest. "Such a shame for you to turn out like this," he smiled as he extended one of his arms to you.

"It's not like I had a choice."

"You should thank me. I'm saving your life."

"No, you're corrupting it," you clenched your fist before glaring at him. You were about to make a deal with the devil. You cautiously extend your forearm and grip his hand, your fist loosening as you do so. There was a warm feeling that washes over you. This must be the binding vow; This is the feeling where you sell your soul. This wasn't a compromise. It was a sentence. "Don't make me hurt them, please."

He didn't answer; instead, he grinned. It was demonic and taunting; his forearm went straight through your chest, instantly blood pooled out of your mouth, and pain welcomed you. As he opened his mouth, you made out what he said before darkness consumed you. "See you on the other side."

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Day 3

Time is a construct, its merely an illusion.

It's perceived as a simple motion through space. For example, the past is simply our memories. The future is our expectations of what will happen. And a photograph is called "a snapshot in time." Time has stopped in the photo.

Time is not a thing.

For 36 hours, Satoru Gojo sat in a chair staring at a photo of you and him. Nothing was changing. The photograph was stilled. He remembered as if it was yesterday the moment he took the photo. He can still feel your smile; it haunts him, your smile, your laughs.

Time is nothing.

"Are you going to eat something," said Shoko. She was tending to you, making sure you were comfortable and safe. A few days ago, the incident with her medical utensils floating above you was a phenomenon. It was strange and eerie; it still delivers chills. Today everything was quiet; the only thing that remained the same was your heart. Still no heartbeat.

"I've already eaten," he said quietly. It wasn't a lie; he had eaten something, but it was only a bowl of miso soup and nothing else. "What about you?"

"I'm fine," she was on her notepad, writing something. She had not once looked up at Gojo the moment he entered the infirmary. She was either adjusting your pillows or scribbling down on her notepad.

"Shoko, you look like you haven't eaten in days," she scoffed at his accusations. "You haven't slept either. For three days, you were here." Shoko deeply exhaled out of her nose, paused, then looked up. Gojo immediately noticed her blood-shot eyes and messy appearance.

"At least I'm trying to bring her back," she snarled. "At least I'm trying to do something."

" I am doing something," Gojo frowned. "I'm trying to find answers."

"That is not enough!" She slammed her hands on the desk. Her lips began to quiver, and she quickly turned her face away before the tears started to pour in. "I-It's just," she sniffed before resuming."I always have the answers to everything, a-and I can't come up with an answer as to why she is like this." She stifled a sob and wiped her tears with her shoulder."E-Everything has been so hard lately, a-and I don't know what to do."

Gojo nodded before standing up from his seat and heading toward her. He approached her and slowly wrapped his arm around her as she turned slightly, allowing her face to be buried in his chest. "We can help each other out," Gojo whispered while Shoko sniffed. "I promise you we will get her back. And I never break a promise," He placed his under-chin on top of her head and squeezed her body a little. "In the meantime, let's go-."

Gojo froze, and for a moment, he felt Time had stopped. His blood began to run cold but then switched to warmness. A feeling of panic and comfort had overwhelmed him. And there was something familiar about this sensation.

Gojo's eyes widened, and he immediately let go of Shoko.

It all happened so fast. One moment you were lying on a table, and the next, you were sitting up, screaming. Gojo noticed terror etched across your face as if something spooked you or if you were having a nightmare... a terrible nightmare.

Your screams were blood-hurling, and it was piercing through his ears. You were shaking non-stop, and Gojo didn't hesitate to rush toward you."H-Hey, you're okay (y/n), you are okay." He grabbed you and hugged you by his side before turning to Shoko, whose mouth was parted but faced slightly relieved. "Get Senesi." She nodded and looked at you before darting out the door.

You stopped screaming not long after, and he felt your hand against his forehand. "S-Satoru?"

"Yea," he didn't want to take his eyes off you. He wanted to make sure he wasn't hallucinating, and this was real. That You were real. But before you could answer, he heard gagging noises coming from your mouth, and you tapped his arm to allow yourself to bend over. "Shit," he quickly looked around for a bucket, and he found one under the medical table, and he instantly bent down and grabbed it before you could vomit. You began to as soon as he placed it under your lap. Gojo stroked your hair as you did so. He felt a sharp stinging from the corner of his hair and bit his lip to stop it from quivering. His nose began to burn from the scent of vomit, but he wouldn't care less. He doesn't care how suddenly you awoke, at least not yet. All he cares, all that matters is you.

"I'm sorry."

"Huh?" He heard you give out your last spit as he gently removed the bucket from your lap and placed it under the table.

"I said I'm sorry," he heard you choke before bursting into tears. Gojo began to wipe your tears; he pulled you close to bury your face into his chest and sobbed. He didn't care if his shirt got ruined from your tears or if it smelled as you continued to mutter your apologies.

"It's okay," he whispered. "Don't apologize."

"I'm sorry for the pain I caused you, to all of you."

"You are all that matters now," He started to caress your hair. "you're the only person that matters to me right now. You're safe now. Stop apologizing."

Gojo Satoru believed Time to be nothing, to be an enemy.

Now Time is his divinity.

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roll-da-credits · 3 years

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SC: Sorcerers' voicemails before their death

Characters: Gojo, Nanami, Nobara

Hi there! Writing this made me sad lmao, also the 200 followers event special is coming up so keep your eye open for that! I'm rather proud of the theming and how it works. Extra also, I was going to write for Mei Mei but then I realized she'd probably be talking about how much she'd love you AND THEN about money. (I love her sm)

Gojo Satoru

Gojo coughs out as he backs to a cold wall, blood trickling from his mouth going down his chin. He reaches into his pockets for his phone, clicking frantically, and then, he pauses. He smiles down at your name. A part of him curses himself for doing this to you, realizing how much pain and suffering this will bring to you.

But he was a selfish man, a selfish man who wanted closure right before his death.

The phone rang once, then twice, then a few times, he snickers.

"Hi, there! I'm not on the phone right now so please leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as possible!"

Even in his death, he couldn't get the closure he wanted, so he did the next best thing.

"Hey love, guess what's happening right now? I bet you can't guess it huh? I bet right now you're listening to this with a weird confused face, ahaha, I wish I could see it right now." Gojo paused, thinking how to approach the subject.

"Something happened today, I found out something!!! Something REALLY exciting!!! Turns out! Turns out! I'm not the strongest!!! Isn't that funny? When I get back I know you're going to tease me, don't be too mean though!" he smiled.

"So, all jokes aside, promise me something okay? Promise me, someday, you'll be the strongest. Then I won't have to worry about you so much. Maybe you'll kill this annoying curse who made me this beat up. I'm sorry." his voice cracked at the end.

"I love you, remember that, I love you so much, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I LOVE YOU!!!!" he yelled out at the end, voice cracking all the way through.

As sobs racked through his body, he tried to keep a smile on his face. He thought to himself that just maybe if he dies smiling, he'll die with no regrets.

"I'm sorry,"

Nanami Kento

Nanami groans as he struggles to stop the bleeding on his abdomen. He stubbornly tries to wrap the wound the best he can using his shirt, now stained with blood. He knows better than to keep trying, he knows what's about to happen.

So, he stops.

He let himself fall to the ground and stopped putting pressure on the gaping hole in his abdomen. He tried to think about other things than his obvious death and in that string of thought, he reached you.

Nanami couldn't risk you being near your phone and actually answering your phone, instead, he decided to send you a voice message. Hopefully, you'll hear it before the news of his death comes.

"I knew one day things would go like this," he sighed, "Being a Jujutsu Sorcerer is truly shit."

"I won't try and beat around the bush, I'm dying, when you're getting this message I'll probably be lying on the cold concrete floor dead. I'm sorry for putting you in so much pain just because I wasn't strong enough." Nanami closed his eyes and tried his best to focus, despite the growing headache from his blood loss.

"I hope you can find peace as soon as possible after my death, most of my money would probably go to you, not that you'd care I bet. Sometimes I wonder if it was best for me to leave the Jujutsu world, maybe stayed as a businessman. But if I did that, I wouldn't have ever found you. To be honest, you made the days much easier. When I had to do overtime, seeing you smile was enough for all the tiredness to leave me."

Nanami soon realized he was slowly losing strength on his arm, no doubt a sign of his upcoming death.

"I apologize for leaving you so abruptly, and I apologize for not wanting to call you. I didn't want to hear you cry and," he couldn't finish his sentence as blood rose up his throat causing him to choke.

After wiping down his blood and trying his best to keep his consciousness Nanami spoke again. His voice much more hushed this time.

"I'm sorry for that, love, listen, I love you. I would go through hell and back for you and I hate that I'm going first. I love you with all my heart and I hope after everything's done, you'll forgive me for not coming home."

Kugisaki Nobara (this was completely a self-indulgent fic cause I love this woman with all my heart)

Nobara scoffed loudly, stubbornly trying to stay standing, though her legs were aching and covered with blood and scratches everywhere. She stumbled slowly to the side, away from all the curses she just exorcised. The same curses who gave her all the injuries that littered her body.

It seems as if, there were one too many injuries. Or maybe the injuries were too deep?

She didn't know at this point. Nobara struggled to keep herself balanced and yet she still had the energy to yell out a few curse words towards the world. Annoyed she was placed into this situation.

Despite her stubbornness, she wasn't dumb. Nobara knew the cave she landed herself in, now had a collapsed entrance, which only means it'll take more time for help to arrive. Time, she didn't have. She quickly reached into her pocket and called the first person she could think about.

"Babe?! Are you okay?! Listen to me, help is on its way! Gojo sensei is coming there, please, please hold on. It's going to be-"

"No, you listen to me," she interjected your words, "I might not have a lot of time left, that curse really put a toll on me. It's gone now, but I don't think I'll make it out alive."

"Don't say that," you whispered, only to be shushed once again by Nobara.

"Listen, I don't want our last conversation to be an argument on whether or not I'm going to die or not. You think I want to die?! Just in case I do die, let me say my final words ok?"

Nobara could hear you sigh loudly, "Ok." She smiled.

"You're annoying, you know that?" She laughed loudly only to wince in pain, "Sorry, ignore that, I can't believe I'm dying here. I can't believe I'm dying BEFORE everyone else! It weirdly makes me feel weak."

Nobara could hear you want to speak out but immediately shut yourself up.

"But that doesn't matter now, I wish I could spend more time with you idiots. Maybe go to the beach in winter, buy matching outfits with you. We might even get scouted for a modeling gig because we both look that good."

Slowly, her legs gave out. Nobara slid down the cave's walls to the ground. Losing feeling from both her legs.

"I don't think I have that much time left, so, thank you, for everything. Thank you for taking me to that one restaurant with the cute pancakes, thank you for helping me spar, and thank you for dealing with me honestly. I love you so much. So much more than I've ever told you and I wished I said it much more often than I did, but I love you."

Nobara heard you muffle a sob, and just like that tears began to stream out of her own eyes.

"To make up for the times I didn't say I love you, I'll just say it right now. I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you so damn much that it hurts hearing you cry right now. Maybe if next lives exist, we'll meet each other again, and maybe then I'll be able to say I love you more." Her voice was barely above a whisper.

Nobara didn't have the energy to do anything at that point. She placed her hand down on the cold rocky floor and closed her eyes to the sound of you screaming I love you's from her phone.

She only had one regret, she wasn't able to hug you as you cried.

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mochikeiji · 3 years

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Come Home

↠ Pairing: Gojo Satoru x F!Reader

↠ Warning: anxiety attacks, pregnancy, manga spoiler! chapter 91 (for those who have not read)

↬ Word Count: 2k

If death was giving you a sign at this very moment, it would be the cold ticks each second the clock on your empty apartment room echoed. Each second comes an outbursts of numerous emotions. On the first tick sent shivers on your skin, the second felt like small pricks of hair slowly rose up as goosebumps followed after, third was the frantic tapping of your foot on the carpeted floor as you bounced your leg.

On the outside, you would've been labelled as overreacting. On the inside, you were slowly dying.

As of now time felt like a never ending torture. It was a tug of war between trust in your husband or the one in your gut; a battle between mind and heart, to whom should you choose to believe in? How long do you plan on standing at the edge of the cliff not knowing the faith that has been laid out for you and the most powerful shaman? To whom do you concede to?

A critical position for you to be in. If Gojo were here beside you, not only would you have to wince at the feeling of his finger flicking your forehead, but also a round of uncharacteristic scolding about how bad it is to be stressed out or anxious because of the growing life inside of you. Well, none of this wouldn't have happened if he didn't left. But as all married couples are out there, you are one of the majority that did not want to tie their partners down from what they were meant to do. Especially if your partner is the most needed person in the world.

You couldn't tell him not to go out. Not out there on the field you've come to grow as a sorcerer yourself. The deaths of your fallen comrades and innocent civilians, the demands of the elders and powerful clans. Most of all, being part of the theatre death had directed. No one knows who'd be next to live another day or to be at forever slumber. And your husband was one of the main casts in this scene. Someone who'd always be near death's door only to keep taunting the horrifying God.

It was all fun and games before. It was either ride or die with Gojo during your youthful days. But as time progressed, and the upcoming family you both had dreamed of was at its peak, from that moment every thing came crashing down. It wasn't hormones anymore. It wasn't simple.

You were beyond terrified.

"Please come home."

Not even realizing you were already kneeling down from the couch you were seated, hands clasps together hard, the veins prodding out as if they were going to pop. A silent mantra of pleads to the unknown world you were stuck in. Chest heaving harshly, tears and snot mixing as they fell down the cushions. You didn't feel them. You couldn't see anything.

There was no way to describe the gaping hole that had swallowed you to your deepest depths of fear.

"Come home, Satoru.."

Was the last thing that had been uttered out from your lips before the dark hushes turned into soft cooes. The once imaginary prickly like nails that was scraping your body changed into gentle strokes on your back and onto your bulging stomach.

If there was no way to describe your fears, what is there to be said for the immense heart break of your own husband coming home to see you knelt down with cascading despair written all over your features? The image of the cheery, and powerful woman he's had of you now haunted by what he had came home to.

Though Gojo never had the brightest personality to everyone, he would trade every thing he has if it meant for you to be pulled out from where he had dragged you in.

He knew from the start loving you would mean a lot. You were every thing he wanted and yearned for in life. The love he always came home to. Cursing his naive self of erasing the fact that you were only human.

You had your limitations and this was it.

"Hey, wifey, shhh." the warmth of his breath next to your ear made you choke a sob. Having his body shield your smaller one from behind with his hands now trapping your still clasped ones. "I'm here, I'm not going any where. Not now or ever." his white hair tickling the side of your cheek as he rubbed the side of his face onto the your tear stained ones. If there was one thing everyone knew he was good at, it was being overly affectionate. Not that you'd complain.

His thumbs massages the back of your hands, smoothing down the veins in hopes of easing your grip. He should probably thank Yuuji for passing out hours ago, if not he'd be still stuck training the young lad and have you deal with this torment possibly longer. Even so, he was glad he had manage to finish up early. At your 7 month of pregnancy he wouldn't dare take longer. He didn't like being away, he never did. Always cursing at those who demand his presence. All he wanted was to stay home with you.

Home where everything is safe.

"Let's get you up, kay? May I carry you?" it was a shock on how uncharacteristically cautious he's become ever since your pregnancy. No one knew the Gojo Satoru knows when to tone it down on situations. It was all heart warming, you wanted to cry.

You gave him a small nod, feeling your body hoisted up from the floor and nested on top of his lap with ease. Never failing to amaze you how you managed to marry this man. The man you'd devotedly pray to the heavens would come back to you alive.

As his arms finally settled on your waist, moving at an upward then downward motion, he rubs your sides. Slowly coming to the globe of your stomach with a soft hum, he watches you deeply with a soft gaze behind his interfering blindfold.

Sighing shakily, you shifted your position a bit to the side, allowing yourself to lean your cheek on his left pectoral, listening to the rhythm his heart beat, sobs died down into sniffles and hiccups. You twiddled with his fingers placed on your stomach. The anxiety inside you barely disappeared, but tamed for the moment.

A light peck on your forehead was placed, snapping you back from the little world that had consumed you, down back in the arms of your beloved husband as he smiles and wipes away the left over tears, "Hi there, honey."

Focused on the warmth his palm emits, you reached out over his covered eyes, sliding away the blindfold, freeing the captivating azure gaze he possesses as they held nothing but love piercing back to your teary ones. His hair framing his adorning features, yet so perfect and lively he was smiling at you. The image of this man you wanted to wake up to every day. To welcome, to smile with, to live, and to love.

"Satoru.."

Cupping your cheeks in worry, the serene peace disappearing from him when his brows furrowed with his lips frantically hushing you. Parental instincts kicking in as he eyed your stomach in wonder how your dear child was holding up with the mountain of negative emotions crowding you, "Honey, you need to stay calm. Our little bun in there might have trouble baking you know?" he whispered close to your lips, foreheads leaned onto yours.

"Oh, Satoru." a broken smile formed from your quivering lips, "You're home, you're home." thumbs coming close to stroke his lids softly down to his cheeks. Fragile, that's how you'd describe yourself in touching your husband. Every day from the moment you lived with him are days you two cannot be separated from each other's lingering touches. Even so, on those days it still felt like it was too good to be true to have each other embraced away from the terrors of the world.

"I'm home, I'm home." sealing away your sobs with his lips to yours, letting you feel all of his emotions and unspoken vows within the action of only you two could share forever. The love he never knew he was capable of only for you and your child to be gifted of.

"I'm scared." pulling away as you shut your eyes. The dark hushes returning, coming back to haunt you of what is in store for tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and so on. The strings attached upon you two, unknowing who was in control of your faiths. "Satoru, I'm scared. Please don't go anymore."

Confessing all of your troubles, he tightens his hold around you. Not a chance, he curses in his head would he allow himself to be defeated so easily and submitting himself to the awaiting gates of death.

"What if you don't come back to me anymore?"

Not a chance, was he going to die after happiness is just within his reach. Longing for something so surreal his entire life. He wasn't going out without having a taste of the sweetness of he now calls home in his life. Not ever. Not when he knows he's the strongest and will continue to reign as he is.

"Honey loves, I'll always come home to you." a vow he seals with the gaze he has locked with yours. The golden band that was proudly worn on his finger from his left hand above your stomach, "I'll always come home to you both, my sweet loves." a vow for only the two people in his life that kept him going. He will always keep his word by heart.

Though it was known that it wasn't enough to fully assure you. The comfort of today was much appreciated and needed for you to finally sigh out one last bit of the sadness, and giving him a teary smile.

"I love you, Satoru."

A melodic sound his heart would crave for every day. Definitely another thing worth coming home if he could hear it again and again.

Smiling mischievously, he reciprocates the feeling by stealing another one of your kisses whilst cradling your body and stomach. He wonders how long would it take for your baby to come meet him. He could hardly wait anymore.

"I love you more."

Was the last thing he had said before his eyes shut close to bask in the warmth and safety of his domain. His and yours little domain. One day to be shared with either a mini you or him between your arms, erupting small giggles into the air.

He couldn't wait to come home to that very day.

Not to wake up another second.

Or was it a minute?

An hour?

He couldn't tell. For time was unpredictable inside the realm he was kept imprisoned.

"Oh, another dream."

An old memory he has with you over months ago.

A breathy chuckle comes out. Was it another thing to mock him of his moment of weakness? Where he could do nothing but lay down and wait for he knows nothing of what could and what was happening?

His bones were on fire. The caged rage inside of him waiting to be freed as he could hear the cackles of his own enemies having to won over him.

"Come home to me."

No, they have not.

The fight was still going. He knows deep down as his faith on his beloved students remains strongly as his love and promises to you. Somehow, some way, he will get out. Like before, time is the enemy. He could only hope that you're holding up for the mean time. It was only matter of time you would be giving birth as well.

And he wasn't planning on missing out the biggest part of his life.

Nor was he planning on letting his enemies run free easily. They were going to pay.

He was going to pay.

"I'm coming home. Wait for me."

Thus begins the string of faith as every thing is set into motion.

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greycaelum · 2 years

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Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru X Reader

(Chains Series)

[Bedtime, Nov 2 I give you—]

11:49

Satoru held his hand up feeling warm substance sticking to his skin. His being tried denying the red patch of pooling blood trickling down like a never-ending stream.

It's not his...

Looking down his gut violently rebelled at the sight of you. Sprawled on the ground is your mangled body he could barely recognized. No, no, no.

"You can't, you promised me Y/n!"

Satoru drop to his knees and like a deranged man started to desperately scoop the blood oozing from your body pulling them close, thinking if he did so he could save your blood and bring you alive.

"Y/n! Please no, not like this!"

Where did he go wrong? Did he fail to save you again? How many times have you died? All of them he wasn't there to save you.

"She's dead Satoru."

The last person he ever wanted to have at this moment showed up before him.

Looking up the light in Satoru's eyes further faded at the monk robes and somber face of his sworn brother.

"Suguru..."

He lost this man once. And now he lost you as well. How many more will Satoru lose til he can find peace?...

Or maybe no. Never. Satoru will never find such thing.

You are the last straw of his salvation and nirvana. But here you are in his arms, just like that day you died with Riko Amanai—it's just that this time you're nothing but cold corpse in Satoru's arms.

Fuck! He's the strongest! But he can't even reach you before you slipped through his finger!

"I could save her."

The salvation he terribly yearn come in the most unexpected form.

"I could save her in exchange for something."

"What is it?!" Fool, Satoru knows he's being a fool. What could this man give him decently? But he's going to bite the bullet to grab that sliver of hope.

He can't let you go. He won't let you go. Heavens forbid but you're the thing he wants to have he can give up the rest. If he can't have too much then at least he just wants to be with you.

"Sell me your soul Satoru. Sell me your soul and I will save her, can you do it?!" Sadistic smirk curve over Suguru's lips seeing the strongest bend in his words.

Satoru shot up straight gasping for oxygen, cold sweat and dread ran down his spine. Dazed he pulled up his hands and seeing no blood only did it sink he's in his bedroom.

Breathe Gojo! Fucking breathe! He rub his aching chest and count 1-10 to get his bearings back.

He's home. That's right he's in his bed and you're just a room away. He had dinner with you... Dinner earlier. What did he have with you at the dinner?

Fuck! Head spinning and malfunctioning he scampered out of his room stumbling over the coffee table and strode to your room.

Opening the door his eyes roam the room, feral and jumpy until your figure rouse from the bed, rubbing your eyes with a frown etched over your face.

"Sator—"

Satoru crossed the distance, climbing over the bed and pulling you to his arms. Finding the spaces of your shoulders he hid there breathing your sweet scent to ease the panic circulating in his nerves.

It's fine. You're here. Beside him. Alive, breathing. It's fine... The words kept repeating like a mantra in his head.

You tried to struggle but halted when his cold palms and sweaty forehead made contact with your skin.

"Bad dreams?" You murmured, stroking his head and urged him to lay down. Satoru let himself be guided by you, curling to your side hugging you like his life depended on it.

He seek the warmth radiating from your body, like the bonfire in the artic regions he received solace.

"It's fine, I'm right here." You coo him, thumb drawing circles on his back til you felt his frigid muscles slowly loosen and relax in your hand.

"Don't leave." He whispered faintly, like something heavy is being pushed into him.

Pulling him underneath the covers is a hard feat, when Satoru is practically draping on you refusing to move but only to hold you.

"Silly, sleep. I will never abandon you."

Perhaps it's the appropriate words from you that set him ease. That's right, don't put him in the pedestal for being the strongest. Treat him like a human. He needs someone who will stay—don't abandon him.

Heavens yes don't leave him. Satoru needs you he's not afraid to die alone but the idea of you dying scares him to the pit of his guts.

"Sugarplum... Hold me please." Succumbing to the rythhm of your stroking Satoru finally calmed down and let himself sink in the confines of your soft arms holding him, shielding him away from the bad dreams.

Looking down at his tired face you stroke his cheeks and gather the moisture trapped in his lashes.

"Y/n... I love you..." So faint you barely recognized his slurred words.

Just then your heart pulsed painfully as if chains are clenching around the beating organ coiling to rip it apart. Coppery tang taste envelope your mouth but you endure it not wanting to wake the exhausted man.

"I'm sorry, I will fix this," you sighed to relieve the ache in your body, playing it down you endure the bubbling cough from the back of your throat and reach for the towel beside you wiping the trickling blood from your mouth.

—GreyCaelum

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kurootoot · 2 years

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captured, a three part series - gojo, geto, sukuna, toji

when gojo is captured by his enemies, they decide to take it out on his girl.

this will be a three part series, describing what geto, sukuna and toji will do to y/n when gojo is captured by them.

author’s note: thank you so much for 100 followers! it means so much to me :”) i think most of you here have come from the toji professor au fic, but some from the haikyuu one. i’ll be sure to upload more haikyuu content soon, but for now, here’s some jjk filth as a present for 100 followers ;)

parts: part 1 - geto, part 2 - sukuna, part 3 - toji

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part 1 - geto

warnings: JJK MANGA SPOILERS (chap 76-92), nsfw, fem!reader x geto while gojo is watching, non-con, forced voyeurism, it’s fucked up

word count: 4k (don’t ask me how i did this)

LOTS! OF! VISUALS!

upon seeing his dead best friend, geto, gojo is successfully sealed in the prison realm. gojo is apathetic about being sealed, that is until geto brings you, his girlfriend into the realm...

[in this au, geto did not die. this is the real geto. the prison realm obeys every thing geto wishes. and i mean everything.]

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gate... open!

“yo, satoru!”

standing in front of gojo was geto suguru, his best friend, and someone he killed a year ago with his own hands.

how- how could it be? fucking hell.

at an instant, three years of his youth flowed through gojo’s mind.

geto was his partner in crime, his closest ally. when he killed him, a bit of gojo’s soul died too. he was never the same. a part of him wished that his eyes hadn’t deceived him, that it was, in fact, geto that stood in front of him. even if that meant geto had truly become evil, maybe, just maybe, he could be saved. gojo would do anything to have him back at his side.

the monstrous apparition in front of him enveloped his body, holding it in place. gojo couldn’t move a single muscle or feel any bit of cursed energy -- was this checkmate?

gate... closed.

krak... kchk!

gojo satoru has been successfully sealed.

---

“looks like time doesn’t pass here.” gojo said apathetically, sitting on the floor of the prison realm, relaxed.

“crap, i messed up. it’ll be fine...”

he was alone accept for the skeletons decorated his surroundings. gojo was confident that his students and allies would be able to handle whatever hell was unleashed outside of the confines of these four walls -- these four, very small walls.

there was nothing he could do about it. the prison realm was definite. once you were sealed, there is nothing you can do to get out from the inside. multiple scenarios buzzed through gojo’s head one after the other. it was infuriating being powerless, something gojo was not used to.

although from the outside, the prison realm looked tiny, the insides showed a different scene completely. it seemed to be boundless, stretching as far as you could see. in this incredibly lonely place, gojo thought about his friends outside.

i have faith in them.

he thought about you.

would you be worried about him? you’d be alone without him. he closed his eyes and pictured you.

you were lying in his bed next to him, eyes opened softly. your skin was bare. he imagined your smooth shoulders, your collarbone, your neck... his fingers gently grazed over your skin, he wanted to pull you into his chest. but alas, you weren’t there.

but more intrusively, he thought about geto.

who was this man?

it was certainly not his friend, even though everything points to that. impossible. it’d been an entire year since he’d seen him. after spending all that time keeping busy, staying numb, seeing geto in the flesh was more painful than any injury he had ever suffered from. it was even more painful than dying before being brought back to life. gojo was confused, furious, but most of all--indescribably sad.

at least i’ll have my peace here... he thought, but soon he’d change his mind.

---

after a while, or more like no time at all, a shifting sound rattled the prison realm.

kraaakkkkchhh!

“hm?” gojo looked up, his blue eyes glistening and brows furrowed.

from a distance, a figure appeared, long robed and tall. the man walked steadily towards gojo, his form materialising more and more clearly. it was geto.

anger washed throughout his entire being.

“WHO ARE YOU”

“HURRY UP AND ANSWER WHO THE HELL ARE YOU”

the veins on his neck bulged and his body strained. he wanted to grab the imposter and pound him to the ground, again and again until he was nothing but pulp. but however much he tried, even with all his strength and will, he sat rooted to his spot.

geto laughed hysterically, “sheesh! calm down satoru, you're going to hurt yourself.”

tears welled up in gojo’s eyes. a sinister grin crept onto geto’s face, his sly eyes slanting at gojo.

“it’s me alright.”

gojo’s mouth parted. impossible. it can’t be. he felt like his heart was being thrown into a ditch and dunked into cold water repeatedly.

geto turned away, pacing around mindlessly.

“you thought you killed me didn’t you? well, sometimes you are wrong satoru.”

gojo still couldn’t process anything.

“i needed time for my plan to work. you were the only obstacle in my way,” geto explained.

“genius isn’t it? get the strongest shaman to kill you with their own hands, and suddenly you’re off the hook--completely off the radar.”

geto now squatted in front of gojo, lifting his head with a finger under his chin.

“thank you gojo, for helping me.”

gojo seethed. his face twitched. yet, he couldn’t do anything.

geto got up and began walking back to where he came from.

“you must be wondering why you can’t move, saturo. well, that’s because i’m the one who set the terms of this realm.”

“everything that happens in here obey’s me and me only. in short, i have full control.”

gojo was uninterested in whatever he had to say. who gives a fuck about how this place works. i don’t care about your stupid cursed techniques. i don’t give a fuck whatever you do to me.

why are you doing this suguru? why? i can’t understand it. how could you betray me like that? we were friends weren’t we? weren’t we going to save the world, be the most powerful sorcerers? why? why... why...

“shut up, suguru. i don’t want to hear you talk. do whatever you want with me, i’m here aren’t i?” gojo looked at the floor. his usually luminesce blue eyes were dull and empty.

“anything?”

---

from the darkness, geto reached down to grab something. gojo couldn’t quite make out what he was doing.

a deep, menacing laugh ripped from his throat. “you sure got a catch!”

in one harsh motion, geto swung his arm.

it was you.

---

gojo’s heart sunk to the bottom of his chest. his breath hitched.

it can’t be.

your body was thrown into the light. now, gojo could see you clearly.

you were barely conscious. your clothes were tattered and torn. there were scratches all over your body from the resistance you’d put up. you lay on the floor, shallow breaths creating a slow rise and fall of the chest. your black hair was strewn across your pretty face, your slender legs falling onto each other to the side.

it was definitely you alright.

“y/n!” gojo screamed with all his might, he wanted to spring onto his feet, to sprint in your direction but-

“stay.” geto’s voice reverberated throughout the realm. gojo’s body froze, he couldn’t move a muscle.

“sat..toru..?” your soft voice uttered, eyes fluttering open but just barely.

the tears rolled down his eyes, but his pained expression soon turned into fury.

“what’s the meaning of this, suguru?! what the fuck did you bring her here for?” gojo shouted.

geto kneeled next to you, hovering above. he brought his hand to your face and gently stroked your cheek with his finger. you winced at his touch.

“so pretty...” he purred. gojo was going to kill him. his blood boiled and his neck went hot.

his hand still stroking your face, geto looked at gojo.

“satoru ah, do you know how it feels like to be powerless?” geto asked.

“huh?!” what the fuck is he on.

“gojo satoru, the most powerful man in the world... you have no idea how it feels like to be weak.”

geto’s voice turned stern now.

“you’re too fucking arrogant satoru. did you know i hated you? you have it so fucking easy.

“you stood in my way. you’re too cocky. “you thought you got rid of me but you didn't.

“it’s time you know how it’s like to feel utterly fucking useless.”

---

you looked up at geto, mortified. this can’t be happening. tears welled up in your eyes, spilled over and trickled down your face.

you had no idea where you were. the last thing you remember was flailing your arms with all your might, trying to get away. then, things went dark.

when you awoke, you were already in this godforsaken place. it was disgusting. when you saw gojo, an unspeakable sense of relief washed over you.

gojo, your gojo. with gojo around, you felt safe. you knew he would do anything to protect you, anything at all.

you recognised the man who brought you here. suguru. geto was gojo’s best friend, how could you not know him? except, the person that brought you here was a stranger, completely unlike the geto you had met an uncountable amount of times before.

you’d known geto as a kind man, someone who would never hurt an innocent person. what’s going on?

still on the floor, muscles weak, you turned to face gojo with pleading eyes.

when he caught sight of your eyes, he crumbled. the only thing he wanted to do was run over the pick you up in his arms. run, run away. get away from here. but he couldn’t.

geto cupped your cheek into his palm, making you turn to look at him. he was blurry, your eyes filled with tears.

with his thumb, he swiped your eyes gently. “tsk tsk, don’t cry kitten. you’re too precious to cry.”

his hand stroked your face tenderly. “i’ll make you feel better in no time, i promise”

---

geto’s hand moved away from your face and to your neck, tracing your body downwards until he was between your chest. his hand rested gently on your breasts before moving back up.

“get your fucking hands off of her you bastard,” gojo hissed. his entire body was numb with anger.

geto snickered. “watch closely satoru.”

geto’s body hovered over you and he lowered his face close to yours. he placed his thumb onto your bottom lip, rubbing gently. pressing down, he forced your lips slightly apart. cocking his head to one side, you felt his lips brush against yours.

“stop... please stop...” gojo pleaded. he couldn’t look anymore.

geto rested his forehead on yours, his hands roaming downwards til they were at your chest again. he cupped one breast in his hand, squeezing gently.

he continued squeezing softly as the other hand found its way to your other tit. both his hands moved in unison, tenderly massaging your chest. the only thing separating the two of you was the thin shirt between you, already torn such that bits of your skin lay exposed. you could feel the roughness of his hands on your soft skin.

“geto-san...” you choked. this was wrong.

“shh... y/n, call me suguru.” his voice reverberated again.

“s-suguru.” you uttered. you had no control over your own body, your mouth had acted against your will.

he chuckled lowly, “good girl.”

every muscle in gojo’s body screamed. hearing your voice, your oh so familiar voice, say geto’s name like that made him want to die. that’s the voice you use to call me, y/n. you belong to me. his teeth clenched.

geto brought his fingers to your nipples, circling the sensitive area. his face was nestled into your cheek, his nose pressed against yours and his lips just shy of your lips.

“you’re so pretty y/n...” he said in a low voice. your nipples were getting hard under his touch. the perky tips poked from your thin shirt.

his face then moved to your neck and his body came on top of you. you could feel his hot breath. the way his body pressed against yours, the feeling of his hands on your nipples, you felt your core twinge.

no, no. this is wrong, this is so wrong.

he parted his mouth slightly, letting his hot tongue lap gently at your skin. wet, warm saliva coated a small spot on your neck. you closed your eyes and threw your head back in pleasure.

he sucked harshly at your skin before going back to licking, soothing the pain, repeating this process while fondling your chest. you felt his leg slip between yours, his muscular thigh pressing onto your core.

you almost squealed in delight at the relief but controlled yourself. gojo... i’m gojo’s... he’s watching i can't-

geto removed himself from your neck, making you disappointed at the loss of contact. then, in one swift motion, he ripped your shirt apart, completely exposing your chest.

fuck you. fuck you fuck you fuck you. gojo’s eyes burned with resentment. still, he couldn’t bring himself to look away.

your breasts were full and supple. your nipples were fully erect. very pretty.

geto brought his fingers to your nipples, pinching softly.

“mmm y/n, you have perfect tits you know that?” geto was upright now, still on top of you but letting himself take in the full view of your bare chest.

his fingers alternated between twisting your soft buds and cupping your entire breast. you could feel something hard press against your abdomen.

he lowered his face back down, now right on top of yours.

“you kiss these pretty lips satoru?” he turned his head to look at gojo in the eye. gojo said nothing, just glaring intently as if his stare alone had the power to obliterate the man. he wished.

geto stuck out his tongue slightly. with the wet muscle, he traced the shape of your lips. then he prodded your mouth, dipping his tongue into it.

“mmm...” he hummed, as his tongue explored your mouth. all you could do was take it, your mouth following his motions.

the kiss became very wet. your saliva mixed with geto’s, forming slick strands that connected your mouths together.

he moved his head from side to side, pressing into your mouth generously, lips harshly moving against yours. one hand rested on your breast, rubbing gently, while the other roamed your body, moving up and down your sides.

he pressed his body into yours. you could feel his firm muscles against your body. he rocked his body forward every now and then, in sync with the movements of the kiss.

his thick thigh still grinded against your core. you could feel yourself grow damp, your panties sticking to your folds. the friction and heat was just too arousing.

gojo watched as his best friends tongue dipped in and out of his girlfriends mouth. he watched as you closed your eyes and your mouth moved in tandem with geto’s. he imagined your core getting hot as geto’s thigh rubbed against your clit. fuck. you’re supposed to be mine. why, why?

after god knows how long of passionate kissing, geto parted from your lips. you stared up at him, your eyes wide and glistening.

“god satoru, her lips are so fucking addictive. selfish of you to keep her all to yourself.”

“don’t fucking talk about her like that. stop this, just stop.” gojo was bordering begging at this point.

geto chuckled, “not like you can do anything.”

---

“y/n... you turn me on so much...” geto purred.

“can you feel how hard i am?”

you could, but you didn't say a word.

“answer me.”

unwillingly, you nodded your head and whined. his hard length made a clear imprint on your hip. you could feel how big he was.

he chuckled. moving his hands down your abdomen, he dangerously approaching your sex.

“let’s see if you’re turned on too.”

he slipped his hand into your underwear and pants, his fingers directly coming between your slick folds.

a loud whine escaped your lips. his fingers were immediately coated in your juices.

he laughed loudly. “holy shit, you’re fucking dripping.”

he turned his head slightly to look at gojo, “looks like she's enjoying it.”

he dipped his fingers in and out of your folds, slipping up and down and stroking tenderly. soft moans erupted from your throat as his thick, coarse fingers grazed against your clit and hole.

when his fingers were sufficiently wet, he took his hand out of your pants, bringing them to his lips. now in sight, gojo could see your slick dripping down his fingers and palms. looking straight at gojo, geto lapped at his fingers, savouring the taste of your pussy.

“gojo, she tastes amazing.”

he got up now, taking steps away from you and towards gojo. squatting in front of him, gojo’s eyes were filled with contempt and his face was scrunched up in disgust.

“here, try some.”

geto pressed his fingers onto gojo’s lips, forcing his mouth open. he bopped his fingers in and out, making gojo suck on his fingers and taste you. gojo winced. it was weird and distasteful but god- he savoured every bit of you,

geto removed his fingers with a pop, turning back around to reach you.

he tugged your pants and underwear down your legs, revealing your clean, dripping pussy.

“fuck-” he hissed. your folds were glistening with slick, the juices spilling out and coating your inner thigh slightly.

he playfully swiped his fingers in your folds a few more times, spreading your lips just slightly to get a better view. your pussy clenched and pulsed, making him positively aroused and cocky at how much you wanted him.

“so fucking wet for me.” he said before dipping his head between your thighs. you let out a kitten-like moan.

the feeling of his warm mouth on your pussy was dizzying. he kissed your clit passionately, licking generously and sucking hard. you saw white, throwing your head back completely blissed out.

he nuzzled his mouth against you, creating friction and making you scream out.

“feel good kitten?” he hummed into your pussy, sending vibrations that made you squirm.

no no no, god no. fuck. i can’t control myself, it just feels too good-

gojo... you turned to look at him. his eyes met yours, just like they’d done a million times before. i’m sorry...

geto’s tongue moved more and more quickly. lewd, slick sounds echoed in the realm. you felt your high building up inside of you.

you felt so good it almost hurt. your hands went to geto’s head, fingers intertwining with his long locks, pulling at them. you tried pushing him off, feeling too close. but his large hands wrapped around your wrists and pinned them down harshly.

his lips sucked harshly on your clit and tongue twirled around your vulva. before long, your orgasm had unravelled.

a loud moan ripped from your throat, whiny and desperate. your body twitched and convulsed, grinding softly against geto’s face. he obliged, keeping his head in place as you rocked your clit against his wet lips.

his hands roamed up and down the sides of your legs as you rode out your orgasm.

i’m sorry gojo... that was the only thought that went through your head as waves of pleasure crashed in your core.

when you stayed still, only your chest heaving, geto got up. your head was turned to the side, eyes closed, still processing the intense orgasm you just had.

in front of you and kneeling between your legs, geto hastily removed his robes. as expected, geto’s body was muscular and firm. his shoulders were wide and built. his abs were hard and chiseled, his waist slim and slender.

you stared at his v-line and imagined where it led to, eyes following them until you were ogling at his boxers.

slowly, he tugged down his boxers, revealing his length inch by inch until it was finally free and snapped up and out of the cloth.

he was painfully hard, the tip swollen and an ungodly amount of precum leaking. thick veins bulged at the side and his balls were heavy. he was slightly less thick than gojo, but god was he long.

you gulped in anticipation.

it was painful seeing you like this, desperate for geto. how could you? gojo felt betrayed although he knew it was not your fault. it wasn’t your fault that geto had dragged you here against your will and without your consent. but still, you weren’t supposed to feel aroused by anyone but him. by my fucking best friend...

geto took his heavy shaft in his hands, pressing it down onto your wet pussy. you whined at the contact, feeling his tip at your clit.

he swiped his dick against you a few times, letting the slick of your juices and his precum mix together. both of you threw your head back, relishing in the feeling.

then he pressed the tip into your hole.

you gasped loudly and he hissed.

gojo looked away.

“look.”

straining, gojo slowly turned his head back. he was grimacing, but all he could do was stare.

geto pressed in further, his weight resting on his palms. you cried out, your arms slinging around his shoulders and clawing at his back.

“so fucking tight. fucking hell. you’re so soft inside, hm?”

geto was unrelenting, not letting you adjust as he steadily pushed himself all the way in. your pussy wasn’t giving in, straining and clenching around him even as he pushed down with his entire weight. tears rolled down your cheeks in pleasure and pain.

fuck, that pussy’s mine. get the fuck off you bastard. gojo cried inside.

slowly, he started pulling out, before pushing back in. he was so deep in you. you were crying.

he thrust into you agonisingly slowly, but each time making sure you took his entire length, his tip bumping against your cervix.

stop, stop no- you never wanted this. you loved gojo.

geto picked up the pace, thrusting into you harshly. his went down onto his forearm, leaning his weight forward you he could pound into you harder.

“fuck, satoru she feels so fucking amazing. ha!”

you couldn’t think straight. his cock rammed into you over and over.

gojo wanted to close his eyes but he couldn't. he stared at your pussy and watched his best friend disappear into you again, and again, and again.

your moans echoed, uncontrollable noises escaped your lips.

with each thrust, a new wave of pleasure hit you, slowly building up until you were a groaning mess. your limbs went slack and your head fell to the side.

when you opened your eyes, they met with gojo’s. you looked at him as your body jerked backward repeatedly. his eyes were filled with tears and his brows furrowed in anger. he felt himself get hard.

i hate you suguru. i will kill you. i will kill you.

a load, throaty groan erupted from geto’s throat.

“you fucking love this, don't you kitten? come on, tell me how good this feels.”

you said nothing, again, only whimpering in pleasure.

“tell me the truth.” he barked, voice hoarse.

once again, your voice resonated without your will. “it feels- ah! so good! suguru...”

“i need- hyuk! you to- fuck me!”

gojo’s heart sank to the floor.

“HAHAHA!” geto erupted into laughter. “hear that satoru? she fucking loves me.”

geto got onto both forearms, ramming at an unrestrained speed. your pussy was sore and hot, you were going to cum.

he hissed into your ear, his face buried into your neck as he pounding into you.

with one last thrust, he jerked you up so hard your body jumped. his cock twitched sharply and his veins throbbed.

spurts of liquid coated your walls, hot and thick.

your second orgasm erupted as well. this time, you made no sound, mouth agape but speechless.

burning waves rippled through your core.

geto continued thrusting into you, an ungodly amount of cum squirting into you.

“fucking hell y/n... you made me cum so much...”

his arms were wrapped around your body.

“i bet gojo couldn’t make you cum this hard,” geto purred, his head turning to look at gojo.

gojo glared at geto with an intensity that can only be characterised by insatiable rage.

a wide smirk was plastered on geto’s face.

he wore his robes back on, getting up and walking in the direction he had appeared from. soon, he was out of sight once more.

you lay on the floor in front of gojo, still twitching in pleasure.

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author’s note: i hope you guys liked that ;) this shit’s pure filth omfg. ok i hope to do this with sukuna and toji next. keep yourselves posted :)

the visuals are edited from the manga / artworks online and are not drawn by me. (all hail gege akutami)

(next part out soon)

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