#gojo satoru is a little shit

[sorcerersseestars]

synopsis: Gojo blames you for the first-years' disaster that the higher-ups caused.

pairing: Gojo Satoru x gn! reader

genre: hurt/comfort, angst to fluff

warnings: mention of death/a corpse, yelling, heavy feelings of self-blame, stuttering (it makes sense here tho I promise), emotionally constipated Gojo, mention of not eating for an extended period of time/being hungry (due to the situation), manga spoilers!! (star plasma vessel arc), indirect confessions

word count: 5.2k

notes: There are some slightly non-canon details. I’m pretty sure that Nanami and Yuji don’t know each other at this point, but let’s pretend they do. Also, I’m insinuating a more seasoned bond between Gojo and Yuji/reader and Yuji - let’s also pretend that they’ve been teaching Yuji for longer at this point, for more angst potential. :) LAST THING - you used to be a very mediocre child/adolescent actor in a few small/bad films. Only relevant for one detail.

Also, Gojo may be a bit ooc here - possibly overdramatic in his wordings - but I really wanted to write a Gojo that loses control of his emotions, since I think it'd be difficult to elicit such a reaction from him. I hope it suits him okay!!

GOJO HAS ALWAYS had a soft spot for you. In high school, he would regularly volunteer himself to take your blame, even though you never asked him to do it and would practically begged him not to. But, he was frustratingly persistent and would do it despite your many protests. If you ever cheated on an assignment, Gojo would claim he copied yours. If you fumbled during a mission, Gojo would lie in the report. If you both snuck out and got caught, Gojo would say he dragged you out with force. Whenever you would have an argument with someone, Gojo would comfort you afterwards, insisting the other person was in the wrong even when they obviously weren’t.

Although he has eventually ramped down this ridiculous treatment over the years, you will never forget this boyish idiosyncrasy from your younger days.

Today, however, it’s like those days never even existed. You don't recognize the person standing in front of you. You can’t blame him for his reaction – it's wholly natural – but it still jars you.

Today, you fucked up. You fucked up so badly that there's a very permanent, unchangeable consequence to your actions – or rather, your lack thereof. The consequence of your stupidity, the result of your thoughtlessness, lies unmoving in this room. The body of Itadori Yuji, separated from reality only by the thin plastic covering of a body bag, rests on a table only feet from where you stand.

His mentor, one sworn to protecting his students, sworn to delaying his impending execution as much as possible, stands before you. His signature blindfold obscures his eyes, and you can only imagine the wild, swirling gaze you would be faced with in its absence.

Yuji’s mentor – your long time close friend, who has never blamed you in any great capacity for anything through the entirety of your friendship – now looks at you scathingly.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” He spits, tone icy.

He's not looking at you as he rigidly hovers over the operating table, but you can feel the intensity of his emotions despite the distance. Words fall out of your brain, and you struggle to string together a cohesive thought.

“I-" You try to swallow the lump in your throat. “The higher-ups told me not to go with them, I don’t know wh–"

He barks out a harsh laugh, cutting off your pathetic excuse. His head is in his hands, fingers roughly carding through his disheveled hair. He pauses in his ministrations to face you: he is suddenly towering over you, broad frame filling even the corners of your vision.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” He growls. “Did you stop to think for even a second? Why would they ever ask a teacher to stay behind?”

Tears begin to slide down you cheeks. You quickly wipe them away and will your building urge to break down to go away.

He sighs, his breath leaving him loudly and aggressively. “I don’t understand how this happened. You know how this works, (Y/N)! You know how the higher-ups are!”

“I’m sorry,” You choke out quietly, voice stretched and thin. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t bring him back, (Y/N)!” Gojo shouts.

Shoko and Ijichi are silent. Shoko is looking at the ground, her stony expression difficult to determine. Shoko, your friend who always sticks up for you no matter what, especially when dealing with Gojo. Shoko, who hasn’t spoken a single word to you since you arrived. For once, she agrees with him.

Your eyes land on the black body bag laying on the operating table, and you can’t hold it back any longer. Your legs weaken underneath you and you begin to shake. The sobs you’ve been suppressing rip out of your throat. Ugly, choking sobs.

Nobody moves to comfort you. If anything, Gojo’s scowl deepens, and Shoko turns away at your display of emotion.

“I know,” You sob. “I know it doesn’t. I know it's my fault.”

You take a few shaky breaths. “I didn’t know- I didn’t mean for it to happen- I- it’s my fault.”

He slides his blindfold down, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers. You are about to blurt something else out, but before the words can leave your tongue, you catch his gaze and you’re immediately frozen. His boiling blue irises steal your breath and leave you rooted to the spot. Never in your life have you seen him this angry or even display this much emotion.

“If you keep standing there and crying, I think I’m going to kill something,” He says lowly.

“Gojo,” Shoko interjects in a warning tone.

Gojo bites back, “Why not? We all want the higher-ups gone. It’d be so easy. Shit like this wouldn’t happen anymore.”

Ijichi pales. Shoko roughly says, “Are you crazy?”

He doesn’t answer, and the determined look on his face isn’t necessarily comforting. It seems a storm is brewing – the most powerful sorcerer is being driven to a point.

You’re reaching a point, too – your breaking point. You feel like you can’t breathe. When you inhale, your lungs refuse to inflate past the shallowest of breaths. It’s all hitting you now, clear thoughts rising past the fog of adrenaline that overwhelmed your mind. The reality is that you fucked up, and it’s not fixable.

You fucked up, and there’s no going back in time to change your decision, to go against orders to stay with your students. There’s no way to bring Yuji back.

“Why are you still here?” Gojo says with an exasperated huff, addressing you directly. “Seeing you only adds to my anger.”

You say nothing, your mind occupied only with your regrets. He frowns and tries again.

"Unless you want to dive further into this preventable death," He says coldly. "Leave. There's still a job to be done.”

You barely hear his words. Your brain doesn’t have the energy to collect them, to interpret them, as it hyper-fixates on the horrible hole forming in your heart. Your eyes are wide, pupils enlarged, and you are visibly quivering.

“Didn’t you hear me? You need to leave!” Gojo growls, frustrated at your lack of reaction, believing it to be indifference.

“They must be in shock, Gojo,” Shoko murmurs. “They’re shutting down.”

Shoko’s diagnosis is indeed correct. You don’t hear a single word that comes out of their mouths; your shoulders and heart have grown heavy, leaden, from knowing the fate you led your students to. One deceased, two severely injured. All because of a risk you did not take, an order you did not disobey.

Yuji’s bright smile burns into the back of your eyes, a reminder of what you’ve lost, of the ultimate mistake.

One second, your eyes are on the black body bag, and the next second you can’t see anything, your vision blurred by tears and by speed. You’re running, you realize, legs pumping as fast as they can. Your lungs ache and your legs cramp up, but you can’t will yourself to stop. You can’t think. You can’t catch your breath.

When you inevitably collapse, you don’t know where you are or how much time has passed. It’s just a patch of grass damp with dew, a few maple trees dotting the banks of a small neighboring stream. You’re laying under one of these trees, your arms outstretched so your fingers can comb through the cool, wet blades of grass. You’re vaguely aware the the sun set at some point after you left. Maybe it’s been a hour, or a few more. You have no idea.

You want to scream, you want to cry, but you don’t. You can’t; it won’t come. When his grinning face and determined smile taunt you, reminding you of your sins, you can only screw your eyes shut, willing the torture to end.

Wetness finally runs down your face, and you taste salt. It is oddly comforting. Your hands repeatedly grab the gentle grass, numbing your mind until exhaustion eventually overtakes you.

There’s a buzzing filling your brain. You groan and roll over, reaching out to your bedside table to grab the offending object. You startle at the feeling of sharp gravel under your fingertips – it’s unpleasantly damp, as well, leaving muddy residue on your hands.

The buzzing starts again, and this time you clearly feel the vibrations through your leg. You sit up, scooting back until your back firmly hits the tree trunk behind you, and force your tired eyelids to part. You have to squint, as the sun has already risen and has crossed the sky a fair amount – it must be approaching noon already.

When the buzzing persists, you grumpily rip the phone out of your pocket. It’s not an alarm, as you had expected. In fact, you startle at the caller ID: Gojo Satoru.

You stare at your phone blankly, your brain buffering. You ultimately let it ring out, although your finger hovers over the answer button. Once the screen fades to your usual background, your throat goes dry. Missed calls from Shoko, Nanami, and Gojo fill your screen. You quickly skim the accompanying texts and wince.

Shoko <3: I know we’re all upset, but we shouldn’t have taken it out on you…just let me know you’re alright, okay? (10:43 pm)

‘Nanamin’: I heard what happened. It isn’t your fault, (Y/N), no matter what anyone says. Call me if you need anything. (6:26 am)

Satoru: Where are you? (11:34 pm)

Satoru: Pick up (11:59 pm)

Satoru: please (12:03 am)

Satoru: I fucked up. I need to talk to you, please let me (12:05 am)

Satoru: I understand if you don’t want to talk to me, but let someone, anyone, know you’re alright… (7:12 am)

Satoru: Megumi just told me he tried to visit you but you still weren’t home. (Y/N), please…say anything…I need to know that you’re okay (11:17 am)

It all rushes back to you: your lethal mistake, the deserved reaction you received from your two best friends, how you shamefully ran away. Fuck. There’s no way you can face any of them, especially not Megumi.

You wish this never happened. Hot tears burn your cheeks again; your eyes flood with regret. Shame quickly floods through you, making you feel hot all over. How can you feel sorry for yourself when it was your fault in the first place?

You roughly wipe your face with your sleeve and stick your phone back into your pocket. There’s no way you can respond right now. It’s bound to die soon, anyway, so there’s no point in trying.

You don’t want to move from where you sit. You want to sink into the ground and stay there until the horrible feeling inside you goes away. But…

“What if it doesn’t?” You whisper those words out into the universe, a sinking feeling in your gut telling you the answer.

You want to cry more, allow yourself to shed more tears, but you don’t. You wobbly stand up, and are surprised at how weak you are. When was the last time you ate – yesterday morning, before the disastrous mission?

You have to go home. You can’t stay here, in the middle of nowhere, neglecting yourself. It’s a thought that rings in your head and won’t leave you alone until you decide to listen. Okay. You will go home. You can manage that.

It takes a while, but you find your way back to your apartment. Last night, you had apparently meandered into an expanse of empty land neighboring the school, as you pass by Jujutsu Tech on your way back. It is a bit off the beaten path – you doubt anyone has ever intentionally gone where you ended up last night.

During your journey home, you have to reference your Google Maps app a few times, but you somehow successfully get back home, despite your directional challenges and weakened state.

Until you step into your apartment, you don’t realize how cold you are. Your feet are numb from being cold and wet, your toes icy when you peel the damp socks off. You cringe at how unaware you have been at your body for the past 24 hours: your mental state ignored all physical needs.

Your stumble to your bedroom, aching body screaming for a rest. You relent easily, collapsing on your bed face first. You’re so grimy and covered in remnants of the dirt bed you laid in last night, evidence of your outside stay covering your clothing. Bits of twigs and leaves invite themselves into your sheets – you couldn’t care less right now, though. You don’t even think about it.

On instinct, you plug your dead phone in without even looking. There’s silence for a minute or two before it whirs back to life, the screen flashing at your tired eyes.

There’s another message waiting to be opened.

Megumi: Come back soon, sensei. He’s getting unsufferable

Megumi:…more than usual

A hoarse chuckle leaves your throat, the first laugh that’s left you since the whole incident. You sigh immediately after though, as you begin to wonder how Megumi has been dealing with everything. If you hadn’t run away, then…

Your head is in your hands again. No matter what path your thinking strays down, you keep returning to your immense guilt over what happened.

You wish you were mad at someone. You wish that you felt angry at Gojo, but you aren’t – you can’t be. In your eyes, he wasn’t wrong; how could you be mad at him when you agree?

You’re not mad, but there’s this other unpleasant feeling. It feels like one of Nobara’s nails has been lodged in your chest, and every time you think about his reaction, the nail twists a little deeper into your heart. He’s never yelled at you before. That hurt.

It’s understandable, but it still hurts.

Gojo…You don’t think you can face him yet, but he may come to you if your radio silence continues. Maybe you should just get it over with and call him. You can just tell him you’re alive and hang up. That should suffice.

Without thinking further on it, you grab your phone and dial his number. Within two rings, the line connects.

“Yo, (Y/N)! Long time no hear!” His chirpy voice booms through your speakers. He’s back to his usual self – overly casual and full of mirth. He sounds way too cheerful; it throws you off guard.

A sharp inhale leaves you as you’re about to tell him that you’re fine and to not worry, so that you can hang up and avoid him. But, nothing comes out. Everything you thought of saying flies out of your brain. You’re left wordless, mouth hanging open.

“You there? (Y/N)?”

You shake your head, coming to your senses.

“Yes,” The single word that leaves you is weak and breathy.

“You good? Are you home now?”

“Yeah. Home now. I’m alive, so no need to bother checking in on me,” You say thoughtlessly.

God, that was lame. You can’t help but cringe at what you just said. It’s what you intended to convey, yes, but that’s not how you wanted to say it.

“Just alive? Sounds real peppy over there!” He chuckles. “I was going to come over anyway, but you’ve really pushed it over the edge.”

“Ah,” You say somewhat panicked, searching for a way out of this. “There’s really no need. I just need rest so there’s no need. I’ll see you later, then.”

“You mean soon!” He chirps before you can hang up. You groan into your pillow; this is exactly what you had been trying to avoid. How are you even going to look at him?

You’ve just put your phone back on your nightstand when there’s sudden footsteps approaching your bedroom. Before you can think further, the door is flung upon and a familiar figure appears before you.

“Ultimate best friend Gojo Satoru has arrived! Everyone applaud!”

A series of small claps ensues, while you just stare on in silence and disgruntlement. A wide smile stretches across his face at your displeased expression.

“C’mon angel, not even a single clap? That’s cold.”

You roll your eyes, but only half-heartedly. The gesture is so pathetically slight that Gojo’s smile falls a fraction. You don’t have much emotional energy to expend on humoring him, it seems. Because of him.

It’s then that he fully takes in your appearance. Tear stained cheeks, dirt caking your clothes and body, scraps of organic material matted in your hair and clinging to all parts of you. There’s even smudges of dirt around your eyes where you’ve attempted to wipe away tears.

He questions your appearance, trying to appear lighthearted, “Was the forest calling you? You really didn’t sleep here?”

You immediately feel self-conscious of your appearance and cross your arms. You manage out a quiet, “Something like that.”

“No, seriously…where did you sleep?” He probes, this time lacking the lightheaded tone.

A weak, sheepish smile appears on your lips, “Ah…the ground? You were right, I guess.”

He blinks. You rub the back of your head and avoid eye contact, softly laughing an awkward little chuckle.

“Seriously?” He asks, but it lacks any judgment. He is truly just in disbelief.

You just nod.

“Hey, are you…are you sure you’re okay?”

You weren’t expecting that. You wish he would stay in his childish mindset – these real questions are worse.

You breathe out slowly, “I mean…yeah. I’m fine.”

It’s not a very convincing delivery, but it was the best you could manage. The corners of his lips turn down slightly, almost unnoticeably, but he doesn’t comment on your answer. He knows he should question you further, dig a little deeper, but he doesn’t.

Instead, he excuses himself, “I’ll be right back. Just stay put! I’ll know if you move, so you better not move an inch.”

He raises two fingers to his eyes, then directs them to you, clearly saying ‘I have my eyes on you!’

It’s amusing - he’s always amusing - but when you try to smile, your lips just flatline. You can’t tell if he notices, since he has already turned away and walked into the bathroom, but you hope he couldn’t tell.

When he returns, he’s holding a dampened washcloth.

“Bath time!” He says, shaking the cloth excitedly in front of you. You flinch a little as a few stray drops of water unexpectedly land on you, which he lightly laughs at.

And then he begins swiping away the dirt that has accumulated on your body. He starts with your face. He’s on his knees, one elbow resting on the space neighboring your right thigh, leaning in to have more control with the cloth. You close your eyes when his face comes within inches of yours - too close. Even when you feel as horrible as you do now, your heart won’t stop thumping quickly against your ribs, as if it cannot deny those deeply hidden feelings you harbor.

He hums while he works, gently dabbing all the places where you have visible dirt. It’s comforting, or at least it should be. You heart begins to clench tightly, and you so badly want a hole to appear in the ground to swallow you up.

“Gojo, why are you being so nice now?” You ask, voice small. “I don’t really deserve it. I’d…prefer the alternative. This feels wrong right now.”

He sets down the cloth, wincing at your pitiful words. Is that how you really feel?

He pauses. He’s not good at this sort of thing – acknowledging other people’s vulnerability, lowering his own walls to empathize with others, any of it. He hates it. He hates how emotionally he acted yesterday, he hates how it has affected you.

“No,” He sighs. He speaks slowly as he carefully chooses his words, “I…shouldn’t have acted like that yesterday. It wasn’t fair to you.”

Your bottom lip trembles, but you force yourself not to cry, “It’s okay. I don’t blame you for it. Everyone was thinking it.”

He tries to catch your eye, but your gaze is downcast. He ducks, lowering himself to the ground even more, to enter your field of vision.

“Hey,” He says softly. “Do you trust me?”

Your brow furrows; you don’t understand why he’s asking you that. You feel yourself nodding, though.

“Everything I said yesterday,” He starts, but then shakes his head at himself. “No, everything I yelled at you yesterday – it was misdirected. What happened wasn’t your fault. There was no way of knowing what was about to happen.”

“But now, it’s obvious,” You mumble. “I should have known.”

“Hindsight is twenty-twenty. You were following orders. The ones assigning the orders are at fault, not you.”

You grab your sheets with tight fists. You turn your head to the side, away from his invisible gaze, “Orders that were obviously suspect. It’s still my fault as an experienced sorcerer.”

Gojo’s chest constricts. You sound exactly like he did yesterday; the consequences of his actions echo back to him from your mouth.

“I promise it’s not,” He insists, but it falls on deaf ears. “I’ve made mistakes too. I’ve made mistakes, but you never treated me like I treated you yesterday.”

Gojo clenches his teeth. This is hard. He hates bringing up this side of the past, but he’ll do it for you.

“You never judged me for what happened during the Star Plasma Vessel mission. Even though you wanted to leave that night, and I ignored you, you never blamed me.”

“You were seventeen,” You say quietly, shakily. “We were all kids. That was over a decade ago.”

“But you knew how to make it better,” He says breathlessly. “And you never even once insinuated that it was my fault.”

You smile sadly at him, and your next words are sure and immediate, “Because it wasn’t.”

Gojo’s mouth hangs open for a second, still amazed at the understanding and kindness that so easily shine through you even in the darkest moments.

He reaches out for your hands, unsure, and squeezes them when he finds them. “Can I…can I start over ? From yesterday?”

You blink blankly, not completely understanding, but give a hesitant nod anyway.

He exhales deeply and lowers his head to your hands until his forehead brushes your fingertips. It’s completely unexpected, and you freeze upon contact. His head is bowed to you – embarrassment and confusion flood you.

You are relieved when he raises his head to speak.

“What happened with our students isn’t your fault,” He says quietly but with conviction. “It’s the work of the higher ups - it’s their fault, nobody else’s. I’m…”

He pauses. Words he never says need to come out.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry that this happened while you were here and I was away, I’m sorry that I blamed you for things out of your control. This was never your fault.”

You are silent. You say nothing. You don’t move. Your expression stays blank.

He panics. He takes your silence as a sign of not being forgiven – which is not what he fears, in fact he doesn’t want to be forgiven. But he doesn’t want to lose you, and that’s exactly what he thinks has happened. Did he completely sever the bond spanning more than a decade?

“I understand if you can’t forgive me, but,” He swallows thickly, the anxious feeling rising. “But I hope this doesn’t…”

He tries again, “I hope our friendship…I hope you- I don’t want to lose you after all we-”

“Satoru – it’s not that,” You say quickly. “You haven’t, I promise. I have already forgiven you. I forgave you from the moment it started.”

You close your eyes, clenching them shut. You don’t want to cry again. “It’s just that…even if I’m not directly at fault, Yuji is still dead. Our student is dead. Despite anything that can be said of the situation, that fact will not change.”

He really shouldn’t tell you this. He needs to, but he shouldn’t.

“Do you trust me?” He says again, voice only a whisper. He’s even closer now, only inches away. A hand raises to ease his blindfold down so that it rests loosely around his neck.

Your eyes on his are so clear, and reveal so much – surprised by his bare gaze, confusion clear in your beautiful eyes he finally can see so clearly up close.

“Of course,” You whisper breathlessly. “Always have.”

“Close your eyes, and hold on,” He says. “Don’t want you getting lost again, angel.”

You know what that means. Teleportation. But where could he be taking you that is so important right now? Maybe somewhere he knows you like to calm you down?

You’re taken aback by the rush of air around you even though you’ve traveled like this many times.

The few uncomfortable moments in the strange vortex allow you to question where be could be possibly be taking you. Before you can decide on an answer, however, the roar in your ears subsides, and you are steadied by his grip around your shoulders. He's so close again, wisps of his soft hair tickling your neck. One of his large hands drops down to clutch yours. You’re ashamed about now nice it all feels in such a situation.

Then all that slips away and you're immediately on guard - there's another cursed presence nearby.

“Gojo-sensei, you’re back? That movie was kind of weird and bad, but I swear that one character was (L/N)-sensei. Do they have a twin or something?”

Your eyes pop open. Your hand falls out of Gojo’s as your grip completely goes slack. That voice…Youthful, full of energy and a kind innocence. It could only be...

Gojo responds ecstatically, dramatically, “Ah, but of course not! I have brought an honored guest! An old time Hollywood star whose home was the red carpet! The famed, the budding talent, (Y/N)-”

He’s cut off by a shriek. He blinks twice, and you’re already far from his side, rushing to the secret he has to keep - the secret he couldn’t possibly keep from you.

You crash into Yuji, binding him in a crushing hug. He's open mouthed and spluttering in surprise, but you don't have it in you to be embarrassed right now. You have no idea how, but he is standing before you, living and breathing. As seemingly endless tears pour down your face, you miss now the confusion on his face morphs into a look of grim understanding. He doesn't know what you went through, but he can guess.

And then you're laughing. Crying and laughing. Heaving breaths to accommodate your almost hysterical laughter, standing back to wipe away your tears before hugging Yuji again.

The sight of you hugging your student so tightly, healing with just this action, coaxes a half smile out of Gojo. Only half because he is in danger of faltering himself, bottom lip wavering as a wave of emotion flows over him.

The abandoned blindfold is clenched tightly in his hand as he tries to hold back the emotions welling in his brilliant eyes. He almost wants to put it back on to hide the emotions underneath, but he can’t, not when the whole reason he took it off was to see this with his own eyes.

No words are exchanged for a long while. They don't need to be, and even Gojo can see that.

By the time he is taking you home, your dynamic has shifted back to something more normal. It's raining, but you insist on walking back, citing the fact that his teleportation makes you horribly dizzy. (Or maybe, just maybe, you want a little more time with him. But you'd never admit that to yourself.)

The constant overhead drizzle is a bit annoying, but is bearable despite Gojo's claims of it tainting his very existence. He’s clearly back to his overdramatics - it's comforting.

The streets are dark, with only muted warm yellow lights lining the sidewalks, creating only vague halos of light due to the misty air. Gojo walks close to your side, an arm wrapping protectively around your shoulders. At some point through your chatting, it slips down to your waist. You don't notice it right away, but once you do, all you can do is wonder if he's done that before - if it's normal for friends.

You notice something else strange. His blindfold is still loosely hanging from his body, his baby blues on display. It's hard to look at him like this - you feel too exposed - even though you desperately want to get lost in his eyes. Yes, your deep affection for him still rings true, even if he yelled at you, even if he did expose your horrible, cringey child acting.

“I can’t believe you put on that movie!” You exclaim, miming exasperation.

Gojo chuckles, “Scolding me again, that’s a good sign. Even if it’s for an illogical reason – c’mon, ‘Painters in Paris’ is a classic!”

You can’t hold back your wide, devious smile, “I guess you would think that since you literally look like a fucking paint brush!”

His jaw drops, and he looks at you faux-offended as you practically double over in laughter.

“Angel! No, I really should be calling you devil! You- get over here!”

Although you run from him, he quickly catches up to you and you’re in his grasp. He immediately overwhelms you with vicious tickles.

“Gojo!! Satoru, you– stop that!” You say between bouts of laughter. You’re off balance, and his relentless attack isn’t helping. “Hey, stop, I’m gonna–!”

You stumble and begin to topple to the cold cement, but you’re scooped up before you meet your demise.

A small gasp escapes you at your proximity, and at his eyes so clearly looking deeply into yours, yearning burning through them. He's never looked at you like this - has he?

“Woah! That was close, huh, angel?” He smiles, tone nonchalant and voice steady. He seems unaffected by your closeness, but his eyes tell a different story. You don't know what to trust - him or his eyes. But they say that the eyes are the windows into the soul – what answer does that leave you with?

And what answer do you have? Right now, with his strong arms around you, those beautiful eyes glittering as if they hold a sea of stars, that sweet smile that never fails to give you butterflies, those lips you can’t help but glance at for too long–

You know.

Without thinking, you give in to your instinct to keep leaning in, and your lips meet his. It's not a passionate crash, but more of a gentle whisper to the soul. A soft brush to his lips, all the sweetness he brings to you returned.

Then, you pull away slowly, almost in confusion. Did you just do that?

You’re horrified. What did you just do without a single thought behind your action?

A gentle chuckle brings you out of your momentary horror.

“So what, you’re a paint brush kisser now?” He chuckles softly, his thumb gently brushing against your lower lip.

You take in his expression - flushed cheeks, a soft smile, eyes full of a softness you've never imagined they could have.

"Yes,” You agree, your mouth stretching widely from the excitement and happiness you can’t hold back, “ l proudly am.”

He pulls you closer and kisses you deeply, again and again and again until you're both out of breath. You both stay in that moment, feelings that lay hidden for years finally spilling out, until you're completely engulfed by the rain.

note part 2: I have a tendency to be over-detailed about boring/fluff details, so I tried to do that less here. First one shot in a while !! I hope the flow is still okay…I also couldn't decide how to do the ending, so l hope this works?

Also wow I can’t stop writing hurt/comfort and Gojo being an ass! I have another story drafted that’s also Gojo x reader and hurt/comfort as well…

Here’s a hint about that one: 🌸🩸

If you’re looking for more hurt/comfort, here’s my gojo hurt/comfort series: here (more action-y than this though)

Thanks for reading !! :)

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Ahemm hear me out ......

Gojo is like a male bird for you. He is desperate for your attention and love.

Oh my god, I can totally see him finding out about like a peacock mating dance, and the next time you come home you find him strutting around and flapping his arms to attempt to woo you despite already being married.

#lee's brain's asks #gojo x reader #gojo satoru is a little shit #crack post

[pfrjnd]

first post wooooo

hey ppl!! i'm making my tumblr debut as a for-fun writer looking to improve. this first one is just a short lil dump and i didn't spend much time on it nor did i proofread.. but i basically just wanted to capture shoko's silent suffering (she was there too wasn't she) and gojo just being a lil shit but it's alright they're chill at the end. feel free to give advice/criticism!!!!! i will gladly take it

also is this a divider idk im just gonna put it

Suguru, have you lost weight? You okay?

Just a little tired from the summer heat…

Gojo clutches the cardboard box tightly to his chest. He had just finished packing Getou’s belongings from his room and was starting to head off to throw them out; Teacher Yaga had given Gojo the job of cleaning out his best friend’s dorm a few days after news about his classmate struck them. Gojo doesn’t know why—he never understood Yaga’s elaborate way of reasoning anyway. Maybe the physical throwing out of his things is supposed to be some act of closure?

He scoffs at the proposition; how corny. Killing the dude would be enough closure for him.

(Or at least, that’s what Gojo wants himself to believe.)

Just as he was about to step out of the room with the box, Shoko walks through the door, a trail of smoke spilling from her lips and a half-lit cigarette between her fingers.

“Oh, surprise to see you here. I wouldn’t think you’d ever step foot in this room again.” Shoko says nonchalantly. She peers over Gojo’s shoulder as she scans the now-empty room and brings the cigarette up to her lips, taking a slow drag.

“Yaga tasked me with cleaning up his stuff,” Gojo replies, lifting the box up.

She lets out a puff of cigarette smoke as she perks up. “Actually, let me go through that. Getou asked me to bring him some of his things back.”

Gojo’s eyes widen. Ouch. “He asked you?”

Shoko winces at the boy’s tone. “Yes, he asked me. You know, you weren’t his only friend, Satoru.” She lifts the cigarette back up to her lips.

“I know, I know,” Gojo dismisses loudly.

Shoko huffs out another cloud of smoke and shrugs. “Well, he is a criminal now. It’s not like he’d wanna see the person who wants to kill him.”

“But I don’t—“ He hesitates. “I don’t wanna kill him…”

Shoko notices the waver in the boy’s voice and raises an eyebrow. “Special-grade sorcerer Satoru Gojo doesn’t want to kill a criminal?” She asks, sarcasm dripping from her voice.

“Satoru Gojo doesn’t want to kill a friend.”

“A friend that broke the rules of jujutsu sorcery. Doesn’t sound very ‘special-grade’ of you to just let him off like that.”

“God, shut up,” Gojo grumbles.

Shoko’s expression drops, but she quickly forces out a laugh and says, “Just teasin’ ya.” She takes another drag from the cigarette and glances down awkwardly.

A moment of silence passes between the two.

Gojo is the first to break it when he asks, “Why didn’t you kill him?”

She scoffs and looks up, a puff of smoke escaping her lips along with the sound. “What would I have done, reverse cursed technique’d him to death?”

“Oh, yeah. I forgot.”

Shoko looks away as she takes one last drag. “Happens a lot, I think.”

Another drawn-out silence goes by.

“You’re lucky you don’t have to make the decision to kill him or not,” Gojo mutters.

Without turning back, Shoko hums her agreement. “Yeah, I don’t even know what I’d do if I had the power to…” she replies, cigarette smoke hanging in the air alongside her words.

When Gojo looks over at the girl, he notices a faraway look in her eyes, but she quickly turns back when she notices his stare. Her attention is brought back to the box in Gojo’s arms. “So, will you let me take that off your hands?”

“Yeah, alright.” He drops the box unceremoniously onto the wooden floorboards. “Mind if I help? Got nothing better to do than rummage through some dude’s old junk, unfortunately.”

Shoko chuckles and says, “I don’t think he’s just ‘some dude’ to you.”

“God, I wish he was.” (No, he doesn’t.)

“Seriously, though. I appreciate the thought, but I’m definitely sure you do have better things to do,” Shoko says as she drops to her knees in front of the cardboard box. “Besides, I don’t wanna hear you sulking over him all the while.”

Gojo rolls his eyes, but doesn’t push further. “Alright, fine. I’ll see you later for dinner, though. Gyudon or what?”

Shoko perks up at that. “Dinner? When did we agree on that?”

“It’s Sunday, no? Suguru always told us Sunday means dinner together.”

The girl’s expression wavers, but she cracks a smile. “Sounds good then, Satoru.”

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #fanfic #jjk fanfic #gojo satoru #shoko ieiri #gojo satoru is a little shit #shoko ieiri is sad but like rlly quietly #not beta read #is this how tags work

[toruslvt]

imagine Satoru fucking his cute shy gf 🫢

mdni. ( the word good girl is used once ) creampie.

“aw, baby, don’t get all shy now, let me see that pretty face of yours” is the first thing Satoru says, not even giving you a moment to think or react as his fingers wrap around your wrists, pinning them down next to your head while his hips roll intentionally hard against your own.

it’s not fair how adorable you look, all whiney and flustered, making Satoru bite back a smirk of pure satisfaction.

your eyes are filled with tears at this point, of embarrassment and bliss, all mixed together by the soft roll of your boyfriend’s hips fucking his cock a bit deeper inside your convulsing cunt, he can’t help it, wishing to tear every single sound out of your puffy lips, to watch your eyes cross and face scrunch at the impeding orgasm that promise to make you scream.

“toru!” you beg, almost like a broken whimper that makes your boyfriend’s cock twitch, dribbling precum inside your warm pussy and easing the friction between his length bullying your small hole. he goes absolutely insane by the look on your face, sobbing louder now, fingers flexing and contracting under Satoru’s big palm keeping your hands still and unmoving.

“i know, baby, i know” he rasps, a bit of mocking hidden behind his words, although you can’t quite guarantee it due to how his actions seem more erratic, his forehead pressed against yours, taking in each detail of the mess of your face he created himself, open mouthed pants and grunts while his hips fucked into you unforgivingly, knocking the wind out of your lungs with each wet smack of his balls against your ass, “s’close, are you close?” he babbles, utterly lost in the feeling of your pulsing cunt, not giving you a moment to nod as his thumb swipes over your clit, forcing your hands to clench, locked solely by one of his strong palms.

“good fuckin’ girl” Satoru groans, tearing his eyes out of you for a brief second to watch the white ring of cream creating at the base of his cock, his chest rumbling with appreciation before returning to you, just in time to take in the sight of your jaw slacked face as you scream and cum, a bit of drool escaping your lips right in time as he explodes inside of you, painting your walls with white creamy cum that dribbles down your ass and stain the sheets below in a wet puddle just like any other night alongside your desperate boyfriend.

#satoru is a little shit canon facts #i am a slt writing smut at 9 am #gojo satoru smut #satoru gojo smut #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk gojo smut #jjk satoru smut #𐔌᭥ᩙ༉

[ipostmysimpingstuffanonymously]

sorry for the disgusting handwriting Gojo: Yoo, guess who's back

Gojo: Oh! Just what I needed Gojo: Perfect (Let's see... Where is the next pastry shop?)

Itadori: Not even a hello?

Shoko: I'm not surprised

#I am praying for a emotional reunion between shoko and gojo but let's be honest #gege is probably going to shit post #but i'd be happy with any interaction #if not i'll go cry in my little headcanon conrner #jjjk #spoilers #jjk spoilers #jujutsu kaisen #shoko ieiri #gojo satoru #fanart #IPMSSA_Panels #IPMSSA_canon!Fixit

[wysteria-bloom]

▨ "i just wanted a taste..."

JJK characters taste your flavoured lipbalm

Genre : sfw, tooth-rotting fluff

Warnings : slightly suggestive i guess? Geto is Geto - not Kenjaku for obvious reasons :)

A/n : taking requests! You can read my profile description for rules

Characters : gojo, geto, shoko, nanami

⟢ gojo satoru ␥

Humming as you applied your lip balm, you looked over your shoulder at your boyfriend," Satoru, 'm leaving now." You murmured walking over to him.

Gojo grins when he hears you, reaching out to grab you just as you’re passing by. “Not so fast,” he says, his voice playful. He moves to kiss you, but stops as he sees something on your lips. “Hm?” he says, glancing down.

He looks back up at you, his lips still inches from your face.

You know just how to make his curiosity peak.

You raised a brow at him in confusion,"... what?" You deadpanned up at him," You look dumb."

“You’ve got something on your lips,” he says, running the tip of his finger along your bottom lip curiously, “What is it?”

"Flavoured lip balm... why?"

Gojo laughs when you tell him this. "Lip balm, huh?" he says, sounding just a bit suspicious. "Hm... You know, I think I need a taste test."

He reaches up to lean in and kiss you, but stops when he's an inch away from your lips. His eyes gleam with a hint of mischief. "Gotta see if you're speaking the truth. Don't want a liar for a partner, now do I?"

You let out a tired sigh," there's no need for the dramatics. If you're gonna kiss me then just do it." You rolled your eyes.

"Okay, okay," Gojo says, taking your chin in a gentle hand and then leaning in to kiss you. He presses his lips to yours, his fingers moving to wrap gently around your neck. The taste of the lip balm and his own mouth collide over your lips, the flavors surprisingly good together. His tongue darts in at the last second to run along your mouth, tracing along the outer edge of your lips with a playful, teasing feel.

You pull away with a groan," You're gonna lick it all off!"

Gojo breaks into a fit of laughter, then smiles. "Don't complain," he says. "I'm not going to stop until you tell me what flavor it is."

His hands cup your face, his fingers brushing your cheeks as he stares down into your eyes. "Hmm... raspberry?"

"You... could just keep guessing until you get it right?" You prompted, looking off the the side inconspicuously.

"True..." Gojo says, his tone thoughtful and then leaned down to kiss you again, "Blueberry? Blueberry pancake? Grape? Strawberry?" With each incorrect guess he dove in for another kiss.

He continues off in a steady stream, sounding more and more unsure as he goes. After a bit, he pauses, then grins, as if a new thought has hit him. "Wait... it's watermelon."

"Ding ding." You droned out lazily and then huffed," Jeez... I don't even have any on my lips anymore. It's not healthy to eat lip balm, y'know?" You grumbled out grouchily.

Gojo laughs. "I know, I know," he says. "I just wanted a taste..."

⟢ geto suguru ␥

"Babe, do you have any lip balm?" Suguru hummed out as he walked into the kitchen, tapping his lips cutely with that little smile of content on them," My lips are kind of dry..."

You turned around to face him and nodded," Yeah, I've got some on now. It's flavoured~"

"Flavoured? What flavor is it?" Geto was curious and walked towards you. He looked at your lips, intrigued by what he saw.

Geto suddenly leaned forward and gently kissed your lips.

"Mph!" your breath hitched in your throat by his sudden kiss but leaned into it almost immediately, your lips molding together.

The kiss made Geto's body heat up. As he stepped back slightly, he noticed the flavor of lip balm on his lips. Now he definitely knew it was strawberry flavored.

Geto's voice was as rough as always, but now there was a hint of something else, "You taste like strawberry..." His head tilted to the side in an innocent manner, but he was far from innocent.

"Y-yeah... your favourite." You stuttered out, blinking up at him before chuckling," I guess that's one way to get some lip balm."

He smiled down at you when he heard you chuckle and raised a teasing brow," I dunno... think I need a little more~" He cooed out gently as he pressed you into the kitchen counter, large hands settling on your waist comfortably.

His fingers gently grasped your waist as he pulled you closer once again. He brought his lips down on yours for another intimate and passionate kiss. The feeling of your body pressed against him was enough to drive him mad. Geto's eyes were shut and he enjoyed every second of it.

As the kiss broke off, he panted, "(name)..."

"You're... gonna end up kissing all of the lip balm off.." you mumbled out with a pout on your now glossy and plump lips.

"But it tastes so good." Geto licked his lips, taking in the scent of strawberry. "I want more... lots more." He was now leaning down to kiss you again.

For a second... the disgusting taste of curses were forgotten thanks to your sweet kiss.

⟢ ieiri shoko ␥

"Bleh... my mouth tastes gross." Shoko grouched out with a frown on her lips.

You snickered at her as she leaned onto your body lazily, head resting on your shoulder," That's typically what smoking cigarettes does, hun." You teased out.

"Shut up," she replies, but there's a smile on her face, and she seems to be leaning in for a kiss. The cigarette dangles from between her fingers, and if you get too comfortable, she might just have to ash it on your shirt.

"Leaning in for a kiss, how bold of you..." you hummed out, but you weren't bothered in the slightest as your eyes watched her lips closely with want.

"Who said anything about boldness?" Shoko asks, her voice soft. Her long fingers reach up to cup your cheek, the cigarette dangling between her fingers lazily. Her eyes hold yours for a few moments before she leans in for a kiss. As always, it's slow and deep, and she takes her time with you, letting it linger for as long possible. When she finally pulls away, she's got a small smile on her face.

She ran her tongue along her lips which now had your lip balm on it," Mm... tastes like chocolate." She hummed out lazily.

Your fingers gripped onto her hips gently, running them up and down soothingly as you smiled cheerfully at her," you like?" You wiggled your brows suggestively.

She chuckled," Yeah, I like," she smiled out," didn't know I was a sucker for flavoured lip-balm..."

"Definitely beats the taste of cigarettes, huh?"

"Certainly..." She leaned down again, lips pulled into a smirk," or maybe its your lips that are influencing me..."

"Huh... funny how things work like that, eh?"

"I'm not sure what tastes better..." Shoko chuckles, then shrugs. "If I'm going to be honest, I think I do like the taste of cigarettes."

"But... it's certainly an acquired taste," she continues, her tone shifting to a playful one now. As she leans down again, Shoko's eyes flicker to your lips and then to your eyes.

"But... you've made me curious about other flavours of lipbalm.. I think we need to try more."

And then she's kissing you again, deep and passionate.

Humming into the kiss, you shut your eyes and pulled her closer to you by the waist until she was halfway on your lap.

Shoko meets your kiss enthusiastically, her hands running through your hair, tugging gently. You can feel Shoko's heart racing against your chest, and her grip on you is tight and needy. She's not thinking, she's just following the feelings coursing through her body.

The taste and smell of the cigarette in her fingers is quickly forgotten as she just wants to lose herself in this moment. Even if there was now a permanent burn mark left on your sofa.

⟢ nanami kento ␥

A tired sigh fell from Nanami's lips as he walked into his home, taking off his shoes at the front door in exhaustion.

When walking into the house, he was greeted by the mouth-watering smell of food cooking.

"I'm home." He called out lazily to his partner, setting his briefcase aside.

"In the kitchen!" Your voice called back.

The tired man walked to the kitchen, setting his goggles aside to get a good look at his partner when his eyes first land on them but he was surprised when a blob of (hair colour) ran into his chest the second he stepped to the kitchen.

A soft groan escapes his lips as you run up to embrace him with excitement. He brings a hand up and rubs your back lovingly in return, burying his head in the crook of your neck.

“You know I don’t like you putting in too much effort for me when I come home, (name).” He looks at you with mild disappointment in his eyes, yet his voice is soft and calm, pressing a kiss to your neck.

You gigged lightly," Oh, are you saying you don't want dinner then~?" You teased out lightly with a gentle smile pulled onto your lips.

"Oi... don't get bratty." Nanami replies with a grumble, a smile of amusement threatening to twitch onto his lips, and he makes his way from your neck to kiss your lips.

However, your flavoured lip gloss surprises him, and he pauses his kiss to look at you.

"Since when did you start using lip gloss?" He asks curiously, his expression softening slightly as his thumb prodded at your bottom lip gently.

"Since today." You hummed out, leaning into him more, clearly wanting a deeper kiss from him," Do you like it?"

A soft smile spreads across his lips as you lean into him, causing butterflies to flutter through his stomach.

"I like it a lot," He replies simply, his expression softening further as he wraps his arms around you and draws you closer," Tastes like apple."

He gently pulls you towards him and tilts his head slightly to the right before kissing you deeply on the lips, one hand placed against your cheek as he holds you close.

The kiss took hold of you, wrapping around you and filling you with warmth.

Nanami's presence usually did this. The comfort and safety he provided was addicting.

As the kiss continues, Nanami's grip around you tightens, and he runs his fingers through your hair with his free hand. His lips part slightly, and his tongue presses against yours, his breathing quickening as he becomes immersed in the taste and sensation of your lips.

His eyes remain closed as he continues to savor every bit of your mouth, gently pulling you closer until your foreheads are touching and your bodies are pressed tightly together.

The kiss leaves you breathless as he pulls away moments later. Nanami's soft expression and his warm embrace causes some of the tension in you to melt away, and you notice that he's still holding on to you tightly, as if he's afraid you would disappear.

"You're addicting, (name)," he whispers quietly, his gaze locked onto yours.

"Hm... if I had known my lipbalm would affect you this much, I would have worn it sooner~" you giggled out, arms wrapping around his neck so you could pull him downwards and press kisses to his cheeks and nose.

"Oh please, you know very well that I don't need much to be swayed by you," Nanami chuckles quietly, his arms still wrapped around you as you pull him down and continue to shower him in affection.

His voice becomes slightly muffled as he buries himself into you, his body pressed against yours as he holds you close.

"Just you is enough for me..."

#nanami x you #nanami x y/n #nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento x you #nanami kento x y/n #nanami x gender neutral reader #shoko x reader #shoko ieiri x reader #shoko ieiri x you #shoko x gender neutral reader #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x gender neutral reader #gojo satoru x gender neutral reader #gojo is a little shit #geto x you #geto x y/n #geto x reader #geto x gn reader #geto suguru x reader

[knightingale-errant]

#making myself laugh to prepare for the depression s2 will bring #gojo being a little shit #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk shitpost #jujutsu kaisen shitpost #nanami #gojo #itadori #nanami kento #gojo satoru #itadori yuuji

[tojifm]

- consequences (m.) -> g. satoru

*𖥔 ݁ ˖ pairing: gojo/reader 𖥔 ݁ ˖"words": 1k ‧₊˚contains: orgasms, public humiliation, vibrators, not enough plot. ‧₊˚

i.* | ii.

He was a tease. He always had been. It didn't slip his attention how much that seemed to turn you on.

His chest was pressed against your back, warmth permeating through his white buttoned shirt, chin resting on the top of your head with a half hearted pout. To anyone else, it seemed an innocent position but you were all too aware of the outline pressed against your ass to consider it that.

His breath was hot and damp when he leaned down - watching you from the reflection that the train's window cast - and whispered in your ear, "Are you wet?"

The train was packed, bodies shuffling to make place for a newcomer at every stop. "Gojo!" you hissed, looking around to make sure nobody else heard. "Shut up."

"Are you?" His fingers wandered down from your waist and traced the band of your skirt. "Can I check?"

You were mortified. Half because you knew he truly meant it, he'd shove his finger down your underwear at any given chance, and half because you felt the slick trickle down the insides of your thigh. "No, you dumbass!"

"I won't do anything," he promised, "just wanna check."

You squirmed. It didn't escape his notice. His blue irises darkened. "Please."

"What if someone sees?" They're bound to, right? The place was packed, the smell of sweat heavy in the air.

"I'll kill them," his hips move, pressing harder against your flesh. You protested, remembering the last time you had cum over his fingers when he had pulled you aside in an alleyway under similar pretenses.

You rolled your eyes. "No."

His hand retreated to its original position in defeat, wrapping around your rib cage. He was insistent. "What underwear are you wearing?"

A frown etched itself between your eyebrows, face tilting to look at him instead of through the glass. "The one you got me yesterday." It hadn't been a surprise. Gojo had the tendency of dressing you in things only for him to rip it to shreds. Sure, it was lacier and heavier than the usual garments but you figured it was due to the metallic clasps around the string that rested on your hipbones.

His expression brightened at your reply. "Really?"

You nodded, a little confused. "Yeah, why?"

He didn't reply staring at your crotch in the window. "No reason."

You started scrolling on your phone occasionally showing him things you found interesting and thought he'd find cool, he's attentive, occasionally humming in agreement. "You'd look good in that," he said pointing out a slim black dress, simple and low cut.

You open your mouth to disagree when suddenly there's buzz against your core.

It shocks you so much you jolt against your boyfriend, head bumping against his chin, and drop your phone. People give you odd looks as you apologize, bending down to grab the device, his long fingers tightening around the jut of your hip so you didn't fall over. "You good?" He asked when you straightened into your original position against him.

"Yeah," you whispered breathily, the sensation lingering in your legs, struggling to compose yourself.

What had it been?

The train went into a tunnel, the lights dimmed, and in the reflection of the window, Gojo's eyes glowed cerulean and he grinned maliciously, flashing his white teeth. Right as it dawned on you, you felt another jolt. This time you would've been on the floor had it not been for the arm that suddenly wrapped around your abdomen. Gojo tsked in your ear. "I would've been nicer if you had let me check."

Vibrating panties. You bit down your lip and clenched your eyes shut. "Y-you asshole."

He bit the edge of your ear, teasingly, evoking a shuddering breath out of your mouth. "Are you really in a position to be so mean to me?"

No. But did it stop you? NO.

The buzz continued, a low hum vibrating against your pulsing clit. Your legs trembled, struggling to balance your body. "Gojo, fah-fuck. I-i'll kill you."

He had the audacity to lean down closer. His solid chest pressing in the back of your shoulder blades. "Hm? You say something?"

Bzzzzzzzzzzzz.

To your horror, a gasp slipped past your lips catching attention. Gojo was quick to evade it, pressing his hand over your stomach, rubbing soothing circles. "Aw, is it a cramp, baby? It's okay, I'll help."

What they didn't know was the heat that had pooled in the very spot Gojo kept pressing. You press a glare on the side of his jaw. "I'll ruin you."

"I'd like to see you try." That was your only warning before the speed jumped and your head was over his shoulder, body curving outwards. Faintly you made out the few words he was saying. "Ooh a bad one, huh? Cramps suck."

Your legs shook and he was absolutely delighted, the evidence of it growing by every second against your ass. "Are you gonna cum?" he whispered.

"Shut up," you whined uselessly, squeezing your legs together. At this point, you were fully using his body as support, no longer able to hold yourself up.

He laughed. "Just turn it down, please," you requested.

"Should've let me touch you-"

"Please!" Your knuckles were white from how tight you were gripping the edges of your skirt. The smug man simply shook his head with a smirk.

To some miracle, at the moment you absolutely felt you'd drown in ecstasy and embarrass yourself in front of exhausted strangers, the mechanical doors opened up to a platform that wasn't yours. But you didn't care.

Clumsily, managing to escape the hold of your boyfriend, you jumped out in the humid summer that had settled on to the station. You completely ignored his call as you made it your sole purpose to locate a bathroom. The buzzing sharpened and you fell to your knees with a yelp, bone thudding against the polished floor.

Humiliation burned against the backs of your eyes. There was no way this was happening. Horror warmed your veins but it was the crave of the impending orgasm that really drove you to your wits end.

"…you okay? Miss- miss-"

Someone was speaking to you. "Are you okay?" A train conductor.

You wet your lips and managed a nod, the buzzing was stronger kneeling down, pressed directly against the bundle of nerves. He looked concerned. "Are you alone?"

You were about to shake your head when familiar hands dig into your armpits and drag you up. "There you are."

You didn't see his face but you felt his silent kind of fury. He didn't like it when you ran away. The conductor casts a quick gaze at you and at your nod of confirmation before shrugging and walking away.

"Where did you think you were going?"

The next few moments pass in a haze where you find yourself against a lidded toilet inside a family restroom. The man himself had crouched down on his feet, fingers pressing the underwear harder against your pussy, delighting himself with the reactions your body gave him. There was an obscenely wet patch forming against the lace, the pink darkening into a deeper shade. "You know why I got this color?" He doesn't wait for your response, ever so entitled.

"It reminded me of your cunt. So pretty and pink. I just had to see it on you."

You cried out when you came, face wet with tears and mouth leaking with drool. The buzzing stopped and you wanted to curse him for putting you through such torment but all you could manage was a shudder of relief.

You failed to notice how absolutely bewitched Gojo was by what he was seeing. Your release gushed out of the thin material that covered you, white streaks running down your thigh. He gulped, not realizing it'd be his turn next.

"You're absolutely ruined," he whispers before his hand patted your cunt, a squelching sound, so vulgar, and so, so, dirty echoed in the empty room.

"G-gojo, what- nngh-" You felt the buzzing before you heard the click of the remote control. Your body jerked up in reaction, his fingers still tracing the edges of the material, softly. You were starting to feel numb from overstimulation - oversensitive from his ministrations but then you felt his breath on the inside of your thigh, followed by a kittenish lick. You make a move to close your legs but his hands are there holding you sturdy and apart. He hummed to himself. "Fuckkkkk, always taste so good."

Your face flushed, whining at his compliment, eyes fluttering shut. Gojo watched from between your legs, licks became desperate and sucking hard enough to leave behind bruises. That, paired with the vibrator, and the tremble of your legs, was enough to tell Gojo exactly where you were.

It was enough to send you careening over the edge, squirting in your underwear at an unknown train station with an impatient Gojo buried in your cunt.

might make part two but who knows he kinda deserves it

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #gojo saturo x reader #gojo x you #satoru x reader #gojo smut #jjk smut #overstim kink #gojo is a spoiled little shit #mastrubating #jjk drabbles #gojo drabbles #jjk imagines #jjk ff

[justjams7787]

I religiously believe that this happened

#jjk fanart #jujutsu kaisen #geto suguru #gojo satoru #kenjaku #gojo x geto #satosugu #geto x gojo #jjk angst #angst #comic strip #mini comic #short comic #gege why #gege when i catch you gege #shibuya arc #geto isn't rlly there but yk #kenjaku is a little shit #aren't they all

[qyuuji]

this guys hairline starts at his fucking eyebrows

#he has a twohead #we got gojo forehead before gta6 #i always thought he had a small forehead but holy shit #now that i’m seeing it i’m a little disturbed #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen gojo #jjk gojo #satoru gojo #gojou satoru #jujutsu kaisen satoru #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader

[sorcerersseestars]

his eyes, your ears [ii]

gojo satoru x reader

part i part ii part iii

summary: After rolling down a mountainside, you wake up aching and alone. Your mind is on the person that you want to see, but you’re scared – unbeknownst to you, he isn’t faring so well, either.

pairing: Gojo Satoru x gn! reader                                                        

fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

genre: hurt/comfort, fluff

warnings: mentions of blood, canon-typical violence, jjk spoilers (w/ possible inaccuracies & possibly ooc gojo)

word count: 4.4k

a/n: okay so it starts out a little slow, but I promise it gets less dense/more dialogue focused <3 also shoko totally calls you cutie, it’s canon now <3

“As cool as my techniques are,” He says, blue eyes greeting you from under his shades. “You really shouldn’t stick around for the action next time, sweets.”

There’s a boyish smirk on his face as he slides an arm around your shoulders and tugs you to his side. As you brush shoulders with a passerby, you realize you would have walked into them head-on if Gojo hadn’t tugged you out of the way.

“What do you mean? I’m grade 1,” You bite back defensively, a hand swatting the arm that hangs over your shoulders.

“When was the last time you did any fighting?” He says it so casually that you can’t even be mad – he isn’t even mocking you. “None of your techniques are offensive.”

You eye him curiously as you wonder where he’s going with this. “What, do you think they arbitrarily assigned me grade 1? Are you calling me weak? I don’t know if–”

Your heart jumps into your throat when he flicks your forehead, but an indignant grunt leaves you instead.

“No, I don’t,” Gojo says, tipping his fully opaque sunglasses even lower, forcing you to make eye contact. “That’s my point. Can’t you see what they’re doing?”

“What do you mean?” You ask, voice sounding thin and weak. “I don’t understand.”

“The higher grade they assign you, the further you should stay away. They know you can’t handle these curses alone, but they’ll keep assigning them to you,” He says, not answering your question directly. “Your grade is an excuse for them to send you in to almost any mission. Pretty disgusting, isn’t it?”

You can only blink as you consider his words. 

“It’s annoying to take care of the weak,” He says. “So don’t go near the curses. Collateral damage wouldn’t look good on my record, y’know. They hate me as it is.”

You open your mouth to spit out a sharp retort, but he interjects before you can get a single word out.

“Oh! About that cute hearing ability of yours – wouldn’t let that one slip to the higher-ups. They’d like it too much.”

You stop dead in your tracks. “What? How do you...? You can’t tell anyone, Satoru.”

“Don’t sweat it,” He says almost blithely, unbothered as always. “My eyes are all-seeing, but I promise these lips are sealed.”

“I’d seal them myself if you said anything,” You growl. You’re trying to appear mad, but you can’t deny the wave of relief that floods you. You’ve held this secret in for so long, never telling a soul upon your parents’ request; a bit of guilt curls in your stomach at the fact that you are glad he knows.

“Oh?” He raises his eyebrows, a shit-eating grin spreading across his face. “Is that right?”

“With my fists,” You clarify with a glare. “Just turn off your Infinity for a second and you’ll be done for.”

“That won’t do, sweets,” He grins. “’Might have to call Geto if you want any chance of that.”

Geto.

Geto.

You wake up with a gasp, and instantly wince from the intense morning light. You are surprised that the rays of citrine light that spill across your still form didn’t rouse you earlier. The brightness causes your eyelids to flutter – your eyes are desperate to disperse the stark light that’s currently blinding you. You groan as the light coaxes your throbbing headache into full force.

The dream dissipates quickly as you wake up. Not that it was truly a dream – rather, the shadow of an old memory from when you were both still students. A wave of adrenaline buzzes through you. Gojo has warned you so many times over the years, yet you have continued to naïvely believe in your abilities. You’re not invincible, and your injuries prove that.

You are scared to move too much, scared to discover how hurt you truly are, so you first just trace the ground underneath you with a light skimming motion. Your fingertips brush against smooth, cool rocks – it feels nice, even relaxing. This comfort musters up your courage enough to turn your aching head to the side. Your eyes scan the landscape looming over you: the outcropping is steep, and many jagged rocks speckle the mountainside. Ah, so that would be why the fall crumbled the pain tolerance you used to believe was high.

Feeling disturbed by the harshness of the land above you, you turn your head to the other side. You summon a small burst of cursed energy, casting your hearing beyond the point which your eyesight can reach, and only then does the gentle gurgle of a stream trickle into your ears.

As you release your technique, an object glinting in the sunlight catches your eye. You squint and raise a hand to shadow your eyes, and then you are able to identify the reflective object as your phone. Your phone is dead, that much is obvious even without further investigation. You can only wonder how long it held out before its battery drained fully.

Your phone is dead, and although it’s upsetting, you’re not surprised by this fact. How you aren’t, however, is a pleasant surprise. Although your cursed energy is at a low point, it is definitely present – how the curses haven’t managed to track you, or even just stumble upon your location, is beyond you. Again, you surmise that it’s a pleasant surprise, at least until your aches and pains come rushing back to you once you try to sit up.

You brace yourself against the pain, and force yourself to whisper out, “It’s okay.” 

You have to convince yourself that you can push the pain down, you can bear it, you can stifle it until you can afford to collapse. You take a deep breath. “I’m okay.”

You inhale deeply again, breathing in the fresh breeze that gently rustles your unkempt hair. Goosebumps quickly ripple down your limbs, and you now sorely regret casting your jacket away as you had. You hadn’t realized just how biting the morning air was; the night’s chill must have numbed you. 

Frowning, you rub your hands together, attempting to kindle warmth between your fingertips. When the effort is futile, you shift them to under your arms, relishing in the natural heat in the cramped space. As soon as you can feel your fingers again, you move your hands the rest of your body as you encourage your blood to circulate in order to warm you up.

You swallow the lump in your throat. You’re hurt, you’re cold. You want to go home, but you can’t.

“How the hell am I going to get out of here?” You mumble to yourself, the realization that you’re in the middle of nowhere with no way to communicate with the rest of the world slowly sinking in.

You shakily rise to your feet. It’s difficult, and causes the scab that stretches over the burn on your calf to crack. You grit your teeth at the pain, but do your best to shake it off. “I-I’m okay.”

Your head is so full to the brim with pain, questions, and concerns that it’s about to burst, so you carefully pick out one thought at a time to consider:

“Does anyone know I’m here?” You wonder aloud, then proceed to answer your own question. “Yes, the higher-ups must. They sent me back here after I told them the curses were in this area, after all.”

“Can I get in contact with anyone?” You frown. “No, my phone is dead. If I could borrow one, though, then...”

A sardonic snort escapes you – what a stupid thought. Realistically, there’s nobody around for miles and miles. But it’s this silly notion that causes an idea surface in your mind. You’re near a National Park, you remember that from the mission debrief –there must be someone around making noise.

You sigh, muttering to yourself tiredly, “Time to stretch my energy even thinner, huh? Is that what I’m really going to do? I barely have any left as it is.”

You shake your head, a mirthless laugh passing your lips. “Psh, he’d call me reckless for this, but he’d be exactly the same if he didn’t have an endless supply of cursed energy.”

You cast out your cursed energy, analyzing the sounds bouncing back to you to try to find any sign of humanity. It takes much more effort than it usually does, and by the time you’re able to focus your technique enough to hear from a few miles away, a few stray beads of sweat trickle down your forehead. You push yourself further, expanding your search, but only the sounds of nature ring back.

Frustrated and disheartened, you retract your energy and settle back on the riverbed, trying to hold back the tears that prick your eyes. What if there’s nobody around? Is anyone even looking for you? Is he–

No. You can’t afford to think like that right now.

You lay down on the smooth rocks, imitating the pose you had risen from at dawn. Your eyes train on the soft azure sky, and you are reminded of his brilliant, glittering eyes. His eyes that you always find yourself lost in – you wish you could be lost in them instead of in this remote place.

Guilt pricks at your chest. This is all your fault. You’re in this situation because of the choices you made. You’d been careless earlier, and made irrational decisions. If you had just left the scene carefully like you always did, you’d be fine right now. Instead, you had let yourself drown in shock, landing you in harm’s way. When you had frantically called Gojo, all you had managed to tell him was that you were pursued by two special-grades and that someone had supposedly come back from the dead. You hadn’t managed to relay where you were or how dire the situation was.

“You were right!” You cry, your words meeting silence. “You were right! If I wasn’t so stupid, if I had just told you, then...th-then everything would have been okay. I wouldn’t be stuck here. You wouldn’t have to bother with me.” 

You feel unbearably pathetic, but you can’t stop the tears from trailing down your cheeks. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

It has been hours, and hours, and hours, yet your feet won’t stop.

You were eventually able to convince yourself to stop wallowing in your own pity and keep moving, to follow in the direction you vaguely believed led to a National Park the forest bordered. It went against all and any training you had on being lost that you could remember: you had always been taught to stay in place and wait for help to come to you, not the other way around.

But, to be honest, your cognitive function is questionable. Thinking is hard, and your thoughts are jumbled and sometimes blur together. Maybe you’re not thinking straight, but you’re hardly aware of that. You just need to keep moving, to find something that can help you. You are definitely being stupid, but you feel pulled to the direction you are following, and you just can’t stop. 

Maybe there is some justification for your restlessness. You highly doubt anyone has been sent to search for you. It hasn’t even been a full 24 hours, and the higher-ups don’t value your wellbeing enough to care for your comfortability in an unknown place – maybe not even your life. It is difficult to gauge their indifference to your life or death status – are you useful enough for them to care even a little?

In any case, you’ve made good progress on your own – to what or where exactly, you’re not quite sure – as the sun begins to dip below the horizon. You haven’t left the stream’s side, even as it slowly thinned to nothing more than a gurgling brook, and then faded altogether. You’ve been sipping from it every so often, savoring the cool water as the sun beat down on your back. If you were in your right mind, you wouldn’t have swallowed a drop, as many diseases lurk below in the depths of the unpurified water, but your addled mind pushed those thoughts to the backburner. 

You still feel weak: you’re dehydrated despite your unsafe sips, and your stomach cramps from its emptiness. You’ve eyed many berries by the river bed, but even in this state, you have been able to stem your temptations.

You’re in the middle of eyeing another bush, your mouth salivating despite yourself, when you sink to the ground. You are exhausted and in dire need of food, but you can’t eat the juicy berries lying in front of you.

“No,” You say firmly. “I have to keep going. Someone…something might be there…maybe…please.”

Your head is in your hands by the end of your sentence. Hope is slipping through your fingers; doubt and fear slink in as faulty replacements. 

You have to do something. You can’t let fear fog your mind.

You force yourself up, your arms shaking from the effort, as a desperate sort of determination fills your aching body. You summon what little remaining cursed energy you have left and stretch your hearing as far as you can, filtering the noises with as much care as you can. When you can’t hold out much longer, you give one final push, and then you almost cry tears of joy. A voice.

It’s not just any voice – it’s a voice that’s usually oozing with playfulness and nonchalance, but is now tight and frantic. Distraught, even.

“-where are they? Are they...-ever find them?...-have to-”

You’ve never heard his voice this way – you almost doubt that it could be him. He never loses his cool in front of you.

Your feet are taking you to the source before you can even think. You are hobbling along as fast as your body allows – it shouldn’t be possible, with how drained you are physically and mentally – but a part of you persists.

Even as your cursed technique slips away, his voice only becomes clearer and stronger.

“-cursed energy is so faint, could it be theirs? It’s never...residuals so faded, how do they do this?”

“Satoru!” You yell, even though he’s still well out of range to hear you. The next time you say his name, you whisper it. “Satoru.”

Your vision is blurry, the edges smudged like an oil painting; it’s all finally catching up to you. But you can’t stop now, not when he’s here, when he’s just out of reach. You’re slowing despite your wishes to keep going, so you do what you know he’ll see: you release a burst of cursed energy, and pray it was large enough to be detectable by his special eyes.

You hear him again, this time much closer, within the range of your natural hearing. “Sweets? You there?”

Between labored breaths, a cry rips from your throat, “I’m here, I’m here!”

There’s loud rustling from the patch of forest in front of you – the crashing of someone fighting through the dense undergrowth. Your mind flashes back to when Jogo was pursuing you, and you can almost feel the red-hot heat behind you, but the sight in front of you tears you from your recent memory.

He emerges from the undergrowth – white hair tousled, iconic purple jacket crinkled, blindfold resting above his eyebrows. His mouth is parted to accommodate his quick breathing, and his hands rip off his blindfold entirely.

The eyes that drink you in are wild – wide and flicking to every inch of your body. Starry eyes that shift at every new photon of light are even more beautiful than you recall – glittering wildly with each graze across your skin.

He approaches you, long strides quickly bridging the distance between him and you. He’s trembling, you realize. He’s shaking. You’ve never seen him look so unsteady, so rattled. You’re almost disconcerted by his state, but the relief that pours through your body just from his presence overtakes every other emotion.

He looks uncharacteristically out of his element as he reaches out to you with shaky hands, looking unsure about how to proceed. “God, sweets, you...Y-you alright?”

You stare at him for a few moments, processing his existence, your brain not fully comprehending that he’s actually here, only an arm’s length away. You open your mouth to bite back a witty reply like you always do, but no words leave you. Instead, something unexpected happens.

You just collapse. Your knees give in without warning; you’re falling to the ground and you’re unable to stop it.

He reacts immediately, catching you before you can hit the ground, wrapping his strong arms around your deteriorating form.

Rough, painful sobs rip from deep within your chest. He holds you tightly, so tightly it’s bordering on uncomfortable, bracing you against his firm chest. You bury your face in his shirt as you cry, feeling so small and weak in the arms of the strongest.

“You fucking scared me. God, (Y/N), fuck–” He admits breathily, his own sharp exhale cutting him off. “I thought...I-I thought that...”

Your name falls from his lips as he clutches you to him more firmly; it spills out again, and again, trance-like. It catches you off guard – your heart thumps loudly in your chest, and then squeezes painfully.

“I’m sorry,” You whimper, lifting your head to look at him. “I’m an idiot. You were right, I should have told you what was going on, but I didn’t listen and I almost–”

You’re cut off by your own heaving sob. He gently pushes your head into him, cradling your head back to his chest. “Shhh, listen to me. You didn’t do anything wrong, okay? It’s not your fault.”

“But it is!” You whine, wiping your tears away desperately. “It is my fault!”

“Shhh, no, no it’s not,” He reassures, thumbs chasing more tears that leak out. “They forced your hand, didn’t they? It’s not your fault.”

You pause, then nod slowly. Your eyes never leave his, even as his drift to the distance. They turn stormy, dark, scary. One of your hands raises to his cheek, brushing gently, wanting nothing but to clear his expression. His eyes are always so full of life, so playful and cheerful, reminding you of a cloudless sky; they are so far from their usual that it draws shivers down your spine.

At your contact, they snap back to your face, tracing the wound on your forehead. A scowl contorts his soft lips.

“Those bastards,” He says darkly, jaw clenching. “I should…I should kill them all.”

A surprised, disbelieving cackle wracks your body. “You can’t do that!”

Gojo doesn’t even crack a smile; his expression remains dark and clouded. “For you, I would.”

Your breath catches in your throat. You’re almost scared by the look on his face. Does he really mean that? Do I want him to mean that?

“You’re injured,” He says softly, tracing the bruises and cuts littering your arms. “I should have found you sooner. I’m sorry.”

“That volcano curse really did a number on me,” You sigh, truth finally slipping from your lips. “I’m just glad he didn’t come any closer.”

Automatically, sparks of adrenaline shoot through you as you realize what’s left your mouth – information you’ve been withholding for weeks – before you remember that you meant to tell him this.

He freezes, pupils blown wide. “Don’t tell me– no. (Y/N), that’s– oh God sweets, please tell me those two aren’t the ones you’ve been tracking.”

You smile guiltily. “I won’t say anything then.”

Gojo’s mouth is set in a firm line. He looks far more serious than you’ve ever seen him – stony-faced, with features hardened. It gives way just a smidge when his takes note of the more serious injuries scoring your body.

“These are from Jogo, aren’t they?” He mumbles, fingers hovering over your scaly burns. “How do they feel?”

You’re about to respond, but his hand makes contact with your leg. When his fingertips brush the burn on your thigh, you gasp out in pain. It’s as though your flesh is singed a second time; your vision starts to swim, and the ringing from earlier worms its way back into your ears.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m so sorry, sweets,” He says softly. “I didn’t mean to touch you. Hey, you still with me?”

His voice sounds far away even though you can feel his body supporting you from underneath. 

“It hurts,” You whine weakly. “It hurts a lot.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” He reassures, fingers brushing back the strands of hair that obscure your face. “Can you do something for me? Just one thing?”

You nod your assent, not trusting yourself to form words.

“Just don’t let go,” He asks of you. “That’s it. Then everything will be okay soon.”

“Wait…” You say worriedly, knowing what’s about to happen.

“I know you don’t like this, but it’ll be over fast. I promise,” He says gently, voice dripping with genuine remorse. “I’ll be by your side when we get there.”

You nod tiredly. “Okay. Okay. Let’s…let’s go.”

His squeezes one of your hands, then secures his grip on you. You scrunch your eyes close, knowing what’s coming next.

Even with your cursed energy toned down, it’s so loud. The wind that rushes through your ears is almost deafening, and the extraneous noise that you can’t distinguish makes your head want to explode. It’s so much, it’s too much, you’re going to–

And then it’s done. Your eyes are still shut, but the hallmark artificial light of fluorescents peeks through your eyelids. You shy away from it, hovering a hand over your eyes to block it out. You can’t hear anything other than the painful ringing in your ears – your ears are still overstimulated.

But there’s one sensation to anchor you: the tight grip on your left hand that doesn’t waver. His hand envelopes yours completely as he stays by your side as promised.

You focus on his presence and the warmth of his hand as the ringing torturously persists, fading away so slowly you can barely tell it’s going away at all.

You can hear two voices intermingle as Gojo talks to someone – the other voice is high-pitched and sounds feminine; you gather it’s your friend and colleague, Ieiri Shoko. Their voices almost sound underwater to you – you can’t distinguish between words or sentences.

After the ringing lessens its toll on you, you begin to make out their conversation.

"-at happened to them? Where's their cursed energy?" 

“I don’t know exactly, but I think they’re making it smaller to offset their sensitivity from teleporting. I hate making them do it, but...they needed to see you.”

You brave yourself against the light, removing the arm covering your eyes and finally opening the again. You can now see your two friends, confirming the mystery woman’s identity: Shoko stands a few feet away, shuffling some tools around on a tray.

Noticing your improved state, Gojo turns back to you. You notice his blindfold has returned to its normal position over his eyes, and find yourself feeling a bit disappointed.

He rubs the back of your hand with soothing circles. “Hey there sweets, I know it’s probably still painful, but don’t suppress your cursed energy anymore, okay? You’re getting Shoko here all stirred up.”

“But I’m not,” You blurt out. “I’m not doing anything.”

Gojo then swivels around, exchanging worried glances with your best friend and doctor. A whine escapes you before you can register that you’re scared, and both of their heads snap back to you.

“Hey, hey, don’t worry, nothing bad is going to happen to you here,” He soothes, a large hand caressing your head. “You’re okay.”

Shoko pulls a pair of gloves over her hands as she approaches your bedside. “Satoru, why don’t you take a seat over there, yeah? Give (Y/N) and I some space so I can properly examine them.”

He is hesitant – unmoving for several moments, and the only way you know he heard her is by the tight squeezing of your hand. He doesn’t say anything as he slowly releases your hand, only nodding at her before he retreats to the chair in the corner.

She smiles gently at you as she begins to probe at different areas. “Hey.”

“Hi,” You breathe. “Fancy seeing you here. Don’t smoke after this.”

She chuckles. “You’re really making me itch for one, cutie.”

You groan – partly because she prods one of your burns, partly from the exasperating nickname. “Would you two knock it off with those names?”

“Oh no, you’re making them scold us,” Gojo sing-songs. “Careful, Shoko. Next they’ll make one back – did you know they call me ‘Discount Jack Frost’?”

“Yeah, yeah,” She snorts. “Nice one, cutie. That name is well-deserved. It suits him.”

You hum in agreement, a smile pulling your lips up, but you feel too tired to give an actual response.

“You guys are so mean,” Gojo pouts. “Ganging up isn’t fair.”

“Says the strongest,” You whisper under your breath, but you make sure it’s audible.

“Wow, sweets, you’re still so spicy even when you’re tired. Wasting your energy to insult me, I see how it is,” Gojo chuckles. “Maybe ‘spicy’ suits you better than ‘sweets’, hm?”

You stick out your tongue. “Only for you.”

“Okay, that’s enough, you two,” Shoko fake-scolds, as if she’s your mother, but it captures both yours and Gojo’s attention. 

Shoko’s tone turns more serious and doctorly. “You need to rest, (Y/N). Your cursed energy isn’t recovering like it should. Honestly, it’s a bit worrisome. Some of the injuries you’ve sustained are more serious than you think, too – so, I’m going to put you under for a bit, okay?”

You don’t give her any time to finish her thought. “For surgery? Is it that bad?”

The fear on your face alerts Gojo, and he assumes a standing position as he waits for Shoko’s answer.

“Sadly, no, your organs are safe from my harvesting for another day,” She smiles, teasing. “Just gotta stick some tubes down your throat, and I don’t think you’d let me do that if you were awake.”

“Oh,” You sink back into the bed, relieved. “Okay. Wait, tubes–?”

A needle has expertly found your vein before you can say another word. You blink a few times, and then you’re out cold.

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#gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #geto suguru #hurt/comfort #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #gojo satoru needs a hug #reverse comfort #Gojo satoru is a little shit

[alternatimsnowfall]

Dude imagine being Gojo's wife/husband/spouse and waiting for him to come back after the Shibuya Incident. Only to find out that he was imprisoned and that the shitty old heads said no one can free him. I personally would've starting throwing hands.

bro this is dumb

#just a little dumb thought #I can't write shit #so yeah #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #x reader

[jinxxedmisery]

God... WHY!? (NSFW)

Headcanons plus a short fic.

Warnings: NSFW content.. this is literally a scenario about Gojo being a goofball during the deed...

Anywho... enjoy...Hope you like dead memes and cringe... (I hate myself for writing this... This should be a war crime)

Generally Gojo enjoys bringing humor into the bedroom, he really loves seeing you laugh.

But sometimes... He can get so fucking annoying.

As you lay on your back, hands pinned down to the bed, Gojo on top of you, thrusting into you in just the right way to make you scream...

A song you know all too well comes on... He's played it during sex so often. After that damned reddit r/AITA post he will not stop.

You've begged him to delete it from your Spotify playlist, but he never did.

Nasty little shit likes to see you go from whining about wanting him deeper to whining wanting him to stop acting like an idiot

Ofc.. He likes calling you really stupid pet names as well.. in and out of the bedroom..

And you better believe he thrusts with the rhythm of the song playing.. not the beat... Like a psychopath.

"Satoru....." you whine. A smirk appears on his lips as he continues the eratic thrust pattern.

"Hmmm? what is it munchkin?" He says with a mischievous glint in his eyes. You roll your eyes

"Please... for fuck sake turn that shit off... and wait... 'Munchkin' did you just call me 'Munchkin'?" You resist the urge to push him off of you and onto the floor

"Aww does my little boo thang not like what I call them?" You narrow your eyes at him

"Do you want me to shrivel up and die down there?" He rests his head on your shoulder and you feel him grin against your skin, you gulp in response fearing what would come next.

"Oh pookiebear~ You'll be okay won't you? You still want my girthy meat stick right?" he whispers in your ear, you hate to admit it but it could almost be hot... If he weren't whispering the most deranged shit into your ears. "You love it when my hotdog is inside your moist cavern don't you?"He whispers making you cringe. "And when my hands move to touch your sensitive nubbins" He says, moving his hand over to your chest, teasing your nipples. "How about I purple your nurple, would you like that my candybear.. the jelly to my peanut butter~"

"Satoru.... I hate you so much right now" You complain, He evidently takes pleasure in your cringing as he chuckles leaning in to kiss you. His thrusts once again moving to a pleasurable rhythm. No matter how much you groan and act like you hated him for it, you still truly love him. And that included all of his bedroom antics. In fact, you appreciate it sometimes, he always knows how to make you laugh and well today was indeed one of those days.

Just as you were soaking in the serious affection he was finally giving you after his goofiness.

Two Trucks came on. And he began bobbing his head and syncing his thrusts to the music. You scream in exasperation. "SATORU GOJO I SWEAR TO SHIT I'M NEVER LETTING YOU TOUCH SPOTIFY EVER AGAIN!!!"

He slept on the couch that night.. As he should.

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu gojo #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk crack #jjk x you #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo smut #humourous smut #gojo saturo #satoru gojo x reader #If Gojo did this with me I'd sob... and consider murder.. but also fall harder? am I broken? #gojo being a little shit #gojo making love to you but in an annoying way... I'm so sorry

[atomikats]

if you ignore the manga you can live blissfully

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(click for quality)

#gojo you little shit of a father figure #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #megumi fushiguro #fushiguro megumi #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #gojo #jujutsu kaisen fanart #my art #digital art #anime

[ipostmysimpingstuffanonymously]

This is my official petition for Suguru to have red and Shoko to have lavender eyes, spread the word!

#sashisu #fanart #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #satoru gojo #suguru geto #shoko ieiri #i had this headcanon for quite a while now #it would elevate shokos character design so much #and im just a fucking sucker for black hair red eyes #plus suguru would be even more satoru's opposite #ying yang kinda shit #also with this little change you could integrate shoko so much more into the trio without having to give her any screentime #like it just symbolizes that she's inbetween the two #also brown hair lavender eyes omg its so so so beautiful #holy shit #also thank u bee for the hc #shoko has bisexual eyes #canon #IPMSSA_SaShiSu!Fanart

[momochimchim]

Little thingies that now needs to be changed abt Nanageto Cats AU HDKSKSKD I love them SO MUCH

#my art #chi's art #boony's art #jjk #jjk thingies #nanageto #getonana #jjk au #alternative universe #cats #geto suguru #nanami kento #gojo satoru #sugunyan #satonyan #nyanami #now Nanami is a caracal #so he grows bigger than Geto MUAHAHAHA #sugunyan u little shit #STOP THAT HE'LL GO BALD!!!