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opalici0us · 1 month

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Satoru Gojo is the type to...

take his blindfold off and put it on you during sex/foreplay, making you 10x more sensitive to his touch.

He was dragging a vibrator up and down your inner thigh, grazing it against your folds, almost letting it touch your clit just to go back to your thighs. Repeating the action over. You could feel the vibrations inching closer and closer to your neglected bundle of nerves. Your little hole clenched around nothing.

Gojo wished you could see it—the lewd faces you were making when he was so close to giving you the pleasure you so desperately wanted, how your body shivered and tensed up when he ran the bullet up your inner thighs, your arousal dripping down to soak the sheets.

"P-please, Satoru, can't take anymore." Tears stained the blindfold as your hips chased the vibrations.

"Haha, too much for you, sweets?" He turned it off suddenly, making you whimper. "You're so adorable, wish you could see how soaked you are :(." Suddenly you jolted, feeling the bullet press right against your clit at full power.

It felt so much more intense than usual. You held your breath as high-pitched squeals left your mouth. Your legs snapped shut around his hand. Your moans layered over his chuckles. You could already imagine the smirk he probably has on his face.

“Oh fuck fuc—m’cumming~”

Gojo would immediately add his mouth to the mix. The constant buzz of the vibrator on your clit while his tongue probed your insides, feeling the way your walls fluttered on his tongue as your orgasm crashed over you. Your cum coating his tongue as he slurped up every last drop of your nectar.

Gojo was thankful for the blindfold, or else you would have seen the cum stain on his boxers <3

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teddybeartoji · 2 months

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gojo feels like he's gonna DIE if he doesn't get to kiss you after you've just swallowed his cum. he's instantly tugging you up or he's dropping down to his knees beside you (whichever is the fastest yk) and he's just on you. lips locked, heavy breathing; his hands are just fucking all over you. he's sucking on your tongue, moaning into your mouth at his own taste. he's such a freak<333333333333

and i think he gets even more turned on if you make fun of him for it a bit. call him disgusting or call him a perv and he's popping another boner<333333333333

#🥰🥰🥰🥰#guysssss🥰🥰🥰🥰the voices are soo loudd🥰🥰#need to swap saliva with him wait what who the fuck just said that #snowballing with gojo🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴#everybody close your eyes i'm going through it rn #leave me be #angel boy #mickey is daydreaming #thinking thoughts #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #gojo satoru smut #jjk smut #gojo x male reader #gojo x gn!reader

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satorusluver · 4 months

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All I want for Christmas is to be folded like a lawn chair and railed until there's a permanent imprint of my body in the mattress of a fictional man.

#i need them to be real and i need them to be manhandling me rn #gojo smut #nanami smut #toji smut #geto smut #jjk x reader #jjk smut #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #gojo satoru smut #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #jjk #geto x reader #nanami x reader #toji x reader #choso smut #kamo choso x reader #gojo x you

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ashersanity · 4 months

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Cruel bastards. Bastards who like the look on your face, the loom of their shadow over yours as they touch themselves right in front of you, eyes trained and set on their weeping genital. Since you’ve been such a fucking whore lately, rebellious, snarky, never listening to their every word, their orders that they lay out for you.

It’s only fair to give you a taste of your own medicine, watch on as your lush, pink lips part, pupils dilating at the sight of it all, tongue peeking out to get a desperate lick in, yearning to lap over their throbbing cock/cunt. The wet, slicked sounds of their fat cock furiously being stroked, beads of pre-cum forming at the flushed tip, loosely dripping onto your skin. The obscene squelches of their sopping wet cunt being fingered, middle finger idly rubbing over their swollen clit, almost urging you to stuff your face into their crotch and suck.

Loving the way you whine and squirm, huffing a breath about how you wanna join in, make them feel good, moan like never before, that you’ll be a good boy from now on if they just let you have your chance with them. Gaze trailing down, over your spread legs like the slut that you are, your aching, twitching arousal so very evident, straining against the front of your pants, fabric dampening.

That smirk. That fucking smirk that forms onto their face as they pin your wandering hands down, pressed flat against the hard surface, murmuring into your ear that you just be nice now, sit back, relax and enjoy the show.

“Be a good boy and stay still for me, will you?”

Biting your lip with a resigned sigh and whimper, knowing only to obey, hanging onto their every word and movements.

Fuck. You mutter beneath your breath, gritting your teeth in frustration.

“Fucking bastard.”

whitney, corrupted! sydney, bailey, avery, satoru gojo?, kaeya alberich?, kamisato ayato?, toji fushiguro?, your favorite. forgot who the fuck exists besides them.

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sanjisblackasswife · 4 months

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gojo got me in a brainrot:

imagine its New Year’s eve, you’re at a party with everyone and you decide to sit down and check your face on your phone camera, you fix your lipgloss and your big clingy bf Satoru, being a little tipsy thanks to Geto he walks over to you on the couch and he comes in and does this, whispering in your ear how you and him should “freshen up together” in the bathroom upstairs.

undercut freshly trimmed, and he’s wearing a chain w ur initials on it.

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midkarma · 1 year

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geto pretending to be all sweet just to tear down your walls and make you cry? yes?

he is your safe space from gojo, who is much more outward with his teasing and bullying. however, his best friend is worse, he’s manipulative. geto lets you cry into his shoulder, holds you when you’re scared to go to class, and whispers soothing words into your ears.

“i’m sorry, doll, satoru doesn’t mean it. he’s just got a lot going on. you probably just caught him on a bad day.”

as much as gojo is jealous of the time geto spends with you, he is also grateful for the words he says about him. when geto manages to convince you to forgive gojo with his honeyed words, it makes you more susceptible to his bullying.

after a night of being comforted by geto, you would see gojo again on the way to a lecture. deciding to be the bigger person, you wave at the boy, even try and smile a little bit. geto said he has a rough home life, which isn’t untrue, he also said to forgive him and that he’s really not that bad. but he is that bad. he laughs in your face and shoves you into lockers, pulls your hair, and makes rude comments about what your “mouth is good for”

you cry and cry, and after class try to find geto, only to see him laughing with gojo while looking at his phone. you feel your stomach drop as you get closer. they’ve set their home screens as pictures of you, teary eyed and not looking at the camera. oblivious to the photo being taken.

gojo’s was taken earlier that morning while you were picking up your books, but geto’s was a picture of you crying into his shirt. he looks at you, nothing but amusement behind his eyes. “sorry, sweetheart. you’re so pretty when you cry.”

#karma is mid #geto #gojo #satosugu #bully satosugu x reader #bully satosugu #geto x reader #gojo x reader #geto suguru #geto suguru x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #hehehe yesssss they’re so silly #i am so fucked up im not gonna lie #i need to write more abt how obsessed they r w you though #bcus rn it’s just me writing their bullying #EAT UP #i love posting before i go to my classes

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seoafin · 1 year

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dog days are over | chapter one

pairing: gojo satoru x fem!reader x geto suguru warnings/tags (for this chapter): none, but please heed overall fic warnings word count: ~3.2k

fic masterlist read on ao3

“Suguru…you’re getting married?”

Your eyes are wide as you examine Suguru in a new light.

Marriage…that’s…that’s a big step isn’t it? Already? Do people get married at twenty-two nowadays? You aren’t sure. In fact, you don’t really know what people your age do. But you’re sure that whatever Suguru decides, you will support him fully. Even if he desires to get married at the early age of twenty-two. Who are you to come in the way of Suguru's apparent desire to get married?

Suguru doesn’t even blink at your words. “Of course not,” he replies smoothly, expertly dicing carrots into small cubes on the cutting board. He finishes, puts the knife down, and looks at you reassuringly. “It was just a matter of propriety. I couldn’t just leave that girl waiting for hours on end for Satoru, now could I?”

You shake your head, smiling back. Of course he would. Because Suguru is a good person who would keep a girl company at a matchmaking ceremony that Satoru either refused to show up to or forgot. You aren’t surprised to hear it. Both the fact that Suguru spent his afternoon entertaining her, and that Satoru had neglected to go to it in the first place, or even mention it to you.

Marriage…

You think of white dresses, veils, shiromukus. Endless white fabrics. Black kimonos. Cups of Sake. You think of temples, the reception, the planning. All the different options for catering and flowers and wedding invitations. Your head spins. Weddings. Marriage. Abstract concepts to you. Foreign in their conventionality. You’ve never had the luxury of dwelling too long of what a hypothetical wedding would entail. You had no use for it, really. Though you did occasionally think about how Shoko would look on her wedding day.

Suguru is calling your name.

You blink, regaining the smile on your lips, hoping he didn’t ask you a question you had not heard. “Y-yes?”

“Just keeping you with me,” he hums, getting started on the mushrooms and potatoes. “What were you thinking about?”

“Weddings are complicated,” you say seriously. But then you think of Shoko in a wedding dress, Suguru and Satoru in black kimonos, and decide that Shoko would make a lovely bride just as Satoru and Suguru would make lovely grooms. “I hope I get to see all of you married one day.”

Though the thought of Shoko getting married disturbs you. You think of seeing her even less than you usually do and frown. Twenty-two really is a bit too young, isn’t it? She hasn’t even finished medical school yet! You force yourself away from your thoughts, regarding Suguru brightly.

“What did the two of you talk about?” You ask eagerly.

An amused glint flickers in his dark gaze. Almost teasingly. “Flowers.”

“Flowers?”

“Flowers.”

The girl had invited Suguru to see the sprawling garden at her estate and the special lotuses she tended to daily. He politely declined. You are slightly disappointed at this. You think of Satoru and Suguru’s wedding. You think of a faceless third, a potential bride that could handle Satoru and Suguru’s tempestuous natures. A calming, dignified force. You think she’ll be beautiful, befitting the two of them.

“Was she pretty?”

Suguru stops, knife pressed to the cutting board, mushroom split in two. He lifts his gaze, returning to your expectant gaze with an unreadable one before his expression softens. “I suppose.”

You stare at him. He…supposes? Just what is that supposed to mean? Some new cryptic way of conveying his interest? Maybe he’s embarrassed. Maybe he doesn’t want to admit it.

The amused smile returns to his lips. “I was just a temporary fill in for Satoru, nothing more.”

He resumes cutting. Finishes. Heats up oil in a large pot and pushes the vegetables into it with a knife.

He’s too modest. You’re sure he’s downplaying himself. She had invited him to her estate for a second meet, hadn’t she? You guess Satoru and Suguru and yes, even Shoko are at an age most would consider eligible for marriage. They’ll get married soon, embark on the next adventure of their lives and you’ll…

You’ll be content.

“Have you thought about it?” He asks nonchalantly. “Marriage?”

You falter, a lapse in your thoughts at Suguru’s inquiring gaze. “Not at all,” you say truthfully. “I can’t even imagine it.” Someone loving you? The thought of someone finding something worthwhile in you makes you feel greatly disturbed when you decided long ago that romantic endeavors were useless in your case. But even that line of thinking is arrogant of you. Nobody has ever shown interest in you in the twenty-one years you’ve been alive, and you are sure that even the slightest interest in you would only end with disappointment.

There is something fundamentally wrong with you. You would rather the vulnerable truth of it all not be laid bare and dissected by a scorned lover you disappointed in some way, because you had not been able to live up to the expected standards of romantic love. You would say something wrong, do something wrong. You wouldn’t understand. You don't think you'd be recover, and even the thought of it makes you feel vaguely ill.

You’re not naive. You know that love doesn’t have to be a factor in marriage, but if marriage was a necessity, then what was wrong with hoping for love, romance, passion? You’ve seen the well bred women of jujutsu society, the ones whose last names hold importance on some level, cultivated for the singular purpose of being a wife, a mother, sheltered away in their estates awaiting the inevitable. You think these girls deserve far more respect for being able to flawlessly navigate jujutsu society than you do, as a working jujutsu sorcerer.

You also think you want better for Satoru. You think he deserves love and everything else he’s found in Suguru. You’re happy for him. For Suguru. Because even someone like you knows how rare it is to find what the two of them have.

You exhale. “But nothing’s expected of me anyway." You've never even been kissed. "I don’t have a lover, or even parents. I’m nobody important. But you, Satoru, and Shoko…" A self deprecating smile. "It seems that I’ll have to learn to live without you guys soon.” You’d be lonely. But you at least had Megumi and Tsumiki, and even Mimiko and Nanako. You were sure they’d still need you for a few more years. And then…

You’ve never thought about the future. Not to this extent. You’re unsure of what your life would be without Suguru, Satoru, and Shoko. You’re unsure if you’d even exist.

As long as you’re alive, you’d persist. Somehow. And if you died along the way, well. You suppose you wouldn’t have to put too much thought into the future then, would you?

You must look troubled. Suguru clears his throat. You look up, just as the smell of curry fills your nose.

He lifts up an inviting spoonful of curry. “For you.”

It takes you a few seconds to completely pull out of your thoughts, and to register the spoon in his grip. You learn forward automatically, mumble ‘thank you for the food,’ and eat his offering. The curry is delicious, savory with a sweet note that can’t just be attributed to the apples you had seen him blending before to mix into the sauce. Your gaze drops to an opened packet on the counter.

“Dark chocolate?”

“A tip I got from some of the housewives in the complex,” Suguru replies, satisfied with your response. “They said that it’d add an additional note of flavor. I’m guessing it worked…?”

You nod vigorously. “It’s delicious!”

Of course Suguru’s made good with the housewives in the fancy apartment complex the two of them live in with the kids. Suguru wanted a big kitchen. Satoru wanted a view. The penthouse seemed to both their tastes.

It’s a lovely apartment, with a large sprawling living room that includes ceiling high bookshelves, an open kitchen with a long island, and stairs that spiral to a second floor. Accommodating two adults, four kids and more, easily. It brings a smile to your face to see traces of Satoru and Suguru, and all the kids all over the apartment. You’re sure the confetti and colored paper scraps on top of the kotatsu are from Mimiko and Nanako and Tsumiki. Some school project that involved copious amounts of glue and glitter. There’s a book you bought for Megumi on the couch. Just as the bookshelves are full of Suguru’s own books. The big jar of sugar in one of the upper cabinets of the kitchen (far away from the kids’ reach) is Satoru’s. To add into his cereal, tea and anything else accommodating his usual sugary diet. There’s an identical jar back at your apartment. Satoru’s sugar jar.

To Satoru and Suguru and the girls, Megumi, and Tsumiki, it’s home.

Suguru’s eyes crease with the curve of his lips, pleased. “I’m glad you like it.”

“Everyone’s going to love it.” Especially the twins, you think. Chocolate in their curry seemed to be exactly the kind of thing they’d delight at, in the small bursts of childlike wonder they rediscovered after Suguru rescued them. They followed after Satoru with their sweet tooths. However, after Nanako had been found with a cavity, Suguru had been forced to put a hard limit on their sugar intake, much to their disappointment.

Suguru gives the curry a stir, almost absentmindedly, as if he’s pondering something.

“I think about it,” he says, after a small silence. “Getting married.”

Oh.

Of course Suguru has thought about marriage. What, with all the marriage talks and matchmaking ceremonies and lovely elegant women in their pretty kimonos, who probably knew all the perfect ways to serve tea and facilitate conversation in all matters of talk. Suguru would make a perfect husband. Anybody would be lucky to marry Suguru. Charming and kind and handsome.

You’ve begun to formulate a question about whether or not anyone’s caught his or Satoru’s eye, when you hear a thundering of footsteps.

“We’re backkkkkkk!” Nanako hollers, rushing into the open living space, pulling Mimiko along with her. “Papa, are you making curry? It smells good!”

Mimiko nods her agreement, tugging on Suguru’s apron. Suguru greets them with a smile, untying his apron and pulling her up into his arms, just Satoru strolls into the room, Tsumiki at his side, Megumi trailing a few steps behind them.

“I’m starved!” Satoru announces, peering over the stovetop at the boiling curry. When a hand sneaks for a piece of chocolate, Suguru slaps his hand away.

Suguru takes the chocolate away and puts it into a drawer as Satoru gawks. “It’s not the kind you’d like anyway.”

“Tsumiki, Megumi,” you start. “How’s school?”

You have regrettably not been able to visit as much as you wish you could. Your studies kept you busy. Your missions kept you out of Tokyo. You hope your absence isn’t missed too much. You read that children should grow up in stable environments. Your schedule was the last thing from stable.

Tsumiki beams. “I’ve got a part in the school play. We’re putting on Hachikazuki-hime!”

You make a mental note to grab the date from Satoru so you can clear your schedule. Tsumiki would be graduating elementary school soon. Already onto middle school. Children grow up so quickly. You’d have to take as many pictures as you could to compile an elementary school picture book for all the kids.

“Is that why you guys were all at the school so late?”

She nods. “Ah, and Megumi hasn’t gotten into a fight in a month,” she says excitedly. “It’s a record!”

The aforementioned boy makes a face. “What is that supposed to mean?”

You grin, ruffling the boy’s hair. “That is a record!” Satoru had taken care of an incident a month ago in which you had been called to the school over an altercation between Megumi and another male student. You hadn’t been able to make it. You didn’t ask what Satoru had done, but you have a suspicious inkling that it had been waved away with a twirl of Satoru’s trusty black card.

You catch a glimpse of the clock above the refrigerator and balk. You snatch up your bag from the floor and wrap Tsumiki and Megumi in your arms and squeeze.

“I have to go now! I’ll see you guys later.”

“You’re not staying for dinner?” Mimiko asks quietly, peering up at you through her black bangs.

A sheepish breath escapes you. “I have a lot of homework, unfortunately.” You’d get takeout from that new tempura restaurant that opened up a couple of blocks away from your apartment. Then it was back to the books for you.

Satoru frowns. “You can’t stay an hour?”

Nanako and Mimiko and even Tsumiki voice their agreement.

Even Suguru looks displeased. Though you suppose it’s your fault. It had been your intention to stay until…

Suguru wanted to get married. He was thinking of marriage. With Satoru, with some other faceless bride to be. All three of them. You had said it yourself, hadn’t you? You’d have to learn to live without them.

All of this is just temporary.

You turn to the kids. “Why don’t you guys wash up for dinner?”

One by one, they shuffle off to their rooms. Megumi gives you an inquiring stare, but you wave him off.

“I’ve got a lot more work than I thought…” you trail off underneath their twin scrutiny. “I think it’d be best for me to go home for today.”

“Home,” Satoru repeats. His lips twist, effectively staunching all the words that would undoubtedly tell you exactly what he thinks about your decaying one bedroom apartment that had become your home after you graduated. You were untethered after graduation. While it was an occasion, jujutsu tech had been your home for better or worse for four years. It was the first place you had truly thought of as a home. And to leave it…

Yaga had offered you your room on campus, if you wanted to stay. But it didn’t seem right. Not without Suguru, Satoru, and Shoko. You found your apartment off a flyer attached to a pinboard while at a public library. Shoko had visited the apartment with you, negotiated rent down with the landlord, and the lease had been signed with little fanfare. It was small enough that you wouldn’t feel too lonely. Big windows overlooking a courtyard in the back. She hadn’t been thrilled about it (Satoru and Suguru even less so), but it was clean with a well worn floor and chips in the wall adjacent to the kitchen from what you presumed was to measure a child’s height. It endeared you to the apartment immediately.

Your landlord had informed you that a single mother had lived in your apartment before vacating it. You thought that there must have been love in your apartment once. So much love that a child could grow up happily scribbling away on the same walls you woke up to everyday. Maybe, somehow, this love would make you feel less lonely.

Your apartment was home.

“Then let me pack you—”

“It’s fine, it’s fine!” You say hurriedly, backing towards the foyer. “I’d hate to trouble you. I have food at home.”

“I’ll walk you.” Satoru says, grabbing his jacket off the counter.

“I’ll take a taxi from the lobby.” You refuse. You can’t hide your smile, touched by their concern. “You should all eat. As a family.”

Suguru stares at you, the weight of his dark gaze making your skin prickle. It makes you feel as if you’ve said something wrong.

“At least make Ijichi drive you home,” Satoru says, exasperated, gesturing to the ceiling length windows that detail the darkness that has set over Tokyo. “It’s dark out.”

You blink in disbelief. “Satoru…” He cocks his head to the side. “Are you still using Ijichi as your personal chauffeur…?”

“...”

You turn to Suguru who seems to suddenly find the potted flowers resting by the window interesting.

Your mouth drops. “Not you too, Suguru! For the last time, you two can’t make Ijichi drop everything he’s doing to drive you through Tokyo!”

You sigh, shaking your head. These two. You feel sympathy towards Ijichi’s plight. Maybe that was why he had looked so withered the other day while you had visited Shoko in the morgue at Jujustu tech. Shoko had made a joke about watering him like you’d water a plant. You, however, could not find the humor in the situation when your kouhai had truly looked to be in need of water. And sleep. And food.

Maybe you could treat him for a meal one of these days…

“Does Ijichi like yakitori…?” You wonder out loud.

“I wouldn’t know.” Suguru says lightly, despite the peeved expression on his face. You can tell that Suguru, really, could not care less about Ijichi’s tastes.

“I don’t care about that man,” Satoru deadpans. “Why are you talking about Ijichi right now?”

You are unimpressed by their responses. “Anyway,” you sigh out. “I’ll be going now.”

“I’m coming—”

“No you aren’t,” you’re already halfway out the door. “Eat Suguru’s delicious curry,” you tell them both. “Tell the kids I love them. Goodnight.”

You don’t take a taxi. You walk fifty minutes to your apartment in the brisk winter in an effort to clear your mind. It doesn’t work. Suguru wants to get married. Satoru too, maybe, despite his efforts to avoid all the matchmaking ceremonies and invitations to go back to the Gojo estate for more lectures on the importance of continuing the Gojo line with an heir. In the end if Suguru wanted it, Satoru would end up wanting it too, as that was the nature of things. The two of them reconfiguring themselves around the other, always in tandem. A girl would catch Satoru’s eye, or Suguru’s, or maybe both of their attentions. And if she made them happy, you would be happy.

It wasn’t as if Suguru and Satoru didn’t have prospects. There was no shortage of girls who would gladly offer themselves. They didn’t need any help in that aspect. Besides, you are sure you’d be of absolutely no help in matchmaking. You always found it difficult to talk to pretty women. Your mouth never quite worked right. They always smelled nice too…

What you can do…

You can keep your distance. Slowly disengage yourself from the tangle of their lives. You’d be relegated to watching from the sidelines. You’d be content. Maybe you could keep Shoko to yourself for a little bit longer. To your knowledge, she had no intention of getting married. You hoped. Yet anyway.

You jam your keys into the door of your apartment, slightly lifting the weight of the door up and jiggling the keys to the right. When you walk into your apartment, you set down your bag. You had forgotten about the takeout. There’s no food in your apartment except for a rotting carrot in the fridge that you throw out, and Satoru’s big jar of sugar on the island.

Oh well, you didn’t have to eat. There's old tea in your cabinet. You ready the kettle. As you wait for the water to heat, you look out the window and think the apartment feels especially big tonight.

#gojo needs to wife geto up rn before i do smh #geto suguru x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #m.jjk #ddao

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shoko-ism · 7 months

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Thinking about girl dad Gojo.....him being absolutely whipped for his darling baby, him playing dress up and letting his sweet babe paint his nails pink cuz she said 'pink suits you, dada'.....him bringing desserts from his 'trips' to share with you and your child......gojo joining his baby girl for a tes party with her plushies, Mr. Snuggles and Mr. Owlie, etc.....him pointing out his pinky as he drinks the 'tea' his daughter poured out for him as she wants him to follow proper tea party manners.....Gojo watching Disney movies with her and singing along with her in off-key just to annoy her a bit.....Gojo crying with her when Nemo gets separated from his dad, not being able to imagine what he'd do if he ever loses his baby....Gojo carrying his princess to her room once she's out cold, getting her all settled in bed and leaving her to sleep after giving her a soft kiss on the forehead, murmuring a soft 'I love you' to her.....Gojo being forever grateful to you for blessing him with a baby girl to love and cherish.....Gojo calling both of you 'his girls' and just being a doting, gentle father and a protective, loving husband <3

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #jjk x reader #gojo saturo #jujutsu gojo #jjk fluff #gojo satoru fluff #gojo fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #can you tell how whipped i am for this man rn???#esp after jjk 236 #i need him to have a happy ending pls ;-;#like i need Gojo to happy and flourishing for my own sanity </3 #🍒.gojo satoru #🧿.jjk #💌.cellie writes

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double-gs · 8 months

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He tried to stop himself. He tried to stop Kenjaku from getting to Gojo using him.

Geto mf suguru is still fighting for the sake of Gojo. Even with his body being used by a literal special grade, he is still fighting so that they can't get to Gojo. He tried to stop Kenjaku from saying Gojo's name, just his damn name cause he knew that it would result in gojo's moment of weakness. We have seen him try to grab his own corpse's hand, try to strangle himself, and try to fight through to the front so he can stop Kenjaku, so he could just get out one more time. Just one more so that Gojo wouldn't suffer

If that isn't love, whether romantic or platonic, then i don't know what it is. Geto is still fighting in death, if that's what you can even call it. His fight is still not over

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mrsoharaa · 2 months

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shutting Gojo up by sitting on his face...while Suguru fucks into him ruthlessly and makes out with you, intently. Tongue and all, all while caressing your pretty breasts.

#yup #that's where I'm at rn #need to shut that man up one way or another #satosugu x reader #gojo satoru #geto suguru #jjk

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nueangel · 7 months

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-ˋˏ 10.55 PM ˎˊ- GOJŌ SATORU.

your fingers trailed up behind his ears and pushed down on the handles of his dark glasses, sneaking a quick peak at his crystal blue eyes before letting the glasses drop on the bridge of his nose again.

the prettiest smile adorned his lips as he watched you so closely, your arms now curled around his neck loosely. the moon shined through the parted curtains, making the man in front of you look so unreal, so otherworldly.

“so, what are the plans for today, sweetheart?”

you smiled at the petname, shaking your head gently.

“i should be asking you that, oh greatest sorcerer of our time,” you replied to him, teasing him happily.

your fingers that were playing with the soft tufts of his hair right by his nape slowly trailed to his face, grabbing the thin handles of his glasses and sliding them off his face. he slowly opened his eyes, stunning white lashes clashing with the icy blue of his iris as he lifted up his hand and reached out to hold your face.

“no plans today, just us two.”

you raised an eyebrow, smiling softly, “your students don’t need you?”

he shook his head, “they’ll be fine without me, i trust them.”

you hummed, adoration filling your body as you stared at the man in front of you. he was so selfless, so caring of all the people around him and they had no clue. they just had no clue how much he loved everyone dear to him.

“alright.. how about we just chill at home ‘n go out for dinner later tonight? have a walk after maybe? just a day where it’s about the two of us,” you offered, watching him as he continued staring at you.

“sounds perfect, sweetheart,” he replied, his hands having moved to your hips, gently squeezing you as his head rests against the back of the couch he was sitting on.

you hummed, laughing lovingly as you leaned in close to him. “does it now..?” you ask, softly pressing your lips against his for a moments as it was now his turn to hum. “if i get more of this, definitely,” he said against your lips, his signature bright smile curled into his lips.

you laughed in reply, pressing your lips once again against his, continuing your silly talks and spending some well deserved quality time together before having to get up and get ready for dinner later tonight.

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