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They live in my head rent free. Drop your headcanons in the reblogg tags
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dax-enfinity · 4 months
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the world really needs more edits, amvs, fanart, fanfiction, whatever, anything, just more content for satoshoko/sugushoko/sashisu i am begging
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theqrianana · 10 months
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Shoko is Team Gojo...
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...Always has been.
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pikochoo · 4 months
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unwanted--ceiling · 4 months
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because when I say sashisu cuddles? what then??
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sincerelyamee · 3 months
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Shoko always heals everyone's wounds, but who heals hers?
A tiny little [Gojo x Shoko] moment from my fic, because Shoko deserves so much more.
You really got to know Shoko back in your first year, thanks to Gojo’s unique brand of mayhem.
You still remembered fondly the day Gojo came flouncing into Shoko’s lab, wheeling a giant cage full of furious squirrels.
“Happy Valentine’s Day!” He grinned like a self-satisfied cat presenting the world’s ugliest hairball. “Got you a present, Sho!”
Shoko didn’t even glance up from her microscope. “Unless it’s a bottle of aged whiskey, I don't want it.” She dismissed flatly.
Undeterred, Gojo swept his arm toward the agitated critters. “Even better! These little furballs here got possessed by some nasty curses a few towns over. Raised quite a ruckus. Figured you’d wanna crack ‘em open, see what makes ‘em tick.”
At that, Shoko finally lifted her bloodshot gaze. The circles under her eyes almost matched the darkness of her pupils. You expected Shoko to chew him out for the unorthodox and highly unethical Valentine’s gift. Instead, her eyes lit up with manic glee.
“Well, well, what do we have here?” A hint of a smirk ghosted her lips as she approached the cage. One squirrel hissed at her.
“Ooh, feisty!” Shoko wiggled her fingers at them. “All high-grade curses!”
Gojo folded his arms, smugness radiating from him. “Knew you’d love them. Aren’t I the sweetest?”
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Drop by my fic for more Shoko doses I swear I love her so much
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durian-grey · 2 months
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Sleep Prompt
Satoru x Shoko
MDNI.
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(Photo: ipostmysimpingstuffanonymously)
“Satoru… ahhh I’m tired,” she moaned as the man moved on top of her.
“Yeah, just a– ahhah little bit more,” he grunted, slowly increasing his pace to reach their high before calling it a night.
They've been at it for hours. After clocking out, Satoru immediately drove them to his place and devoured her. She didn't even want to clock out yet, saying she still had things to finish. However, it was the only time he could hold her. Work was clamping down on them like some kind of industrial crocodile clip. And they could only enjoy each other once in a few weeks. They don't even meet that often at work these days because of Satoru's frequent overseas missions. Of course, he'd drag her out of the office.
After reaching their final high, Satoru still slowly thrusting, draining himself inside her, Shoko sighed and closed her eyes, those all-nighters finally settling in on her. To be honest, she was mentally and physically drained. Any longer and she'd drop to the floor from the bulk of work she'd been doing the past few weeks. So she's glad Satoru came home and dragged her out of that hell. He is stubborn, he doesn't listen, but she knows that's one of the things that complements her.
Shoko felt him lean down and snuggled her neck, smiling. She thought that was the last but he was still inside her. "What's wrong? I thought we were done?"
He chuckled. "I'm stuck."
That's when she realized why he had been tugging inside her. She laughed drowsily. "Can't believe it just had to happen now."
After weeks of nonstop work and hours of intercourse due to the long absence of contact, all they wanted now was just to plop down, snuggle, and drift off to sleep. And this happens.
"Well now I know how much you missed me," he mumbled into her neck, smirking.
Shoko snorted and rolled her eyes. "Shut up. It'll slide out in a few."
Satoru was on his limits now too. The feeling of Shoko's skin on his felt so soft and warm he doesn't mind just drifting off to sleep like that. But he knew he was big and heavy and the moment he let go of his weight, he'd crush her small frame.
So he slid an arm under her and rolled on his back so she was now lying on top of him. She looked up at Satoru who already had his eyes closed and smiled, leaning down on his chest. 'It's not too bad to sleep this way.'
They both drifted off in the deepest and most comfortable sleep they've had in weeks. Finally.
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sakurm · 19 days
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umm gojo tracing and kissing shoko’s skin as he undresses her
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big fan of drawing shokos boobs if you couldnt tell, ty for the request
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highladydeath · 7 months
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Kisses
I fell like I'm flooding this tag, but yeah. . . I'm sorry. It's just like, I can't stop thinking about them.
So as always, English is not my first language, sorry por any mistakes.
Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Shoko Ieiri
The first time they kissed she almost cried. Not because she was afraid, or full of feeling, or what ever shit like this. She almost cried laughing.
They were discussing, Shoko was tired, more and more of her days was passed between dead bodies, and Less she saw her friends. Suguru was in a weird mood, and it didn't matter that she tried to understand, he would just lock himself more and more, so she just made him know that she would be there when he was ready.
Satoru was passing more days in complicated missions, not needing any of them, and just acting like he was god.
And maybe he was.
She had always thought that they were all alone. Both of them were all alone in their kind of way, alone with the weight of their abilities, alone with their expectations, but together in the end of the day. But as the days passed she realized more that maybe. . . Maybe they couldn't be together forever.
So, she was tired. Angry. And Satoru were trying to explain Shoko that she was weak, that's why they need to protect her and all she could think of was how could he? How could he say that to her after everything.
And then he kissed her. While she was angrily speaking, moving her hands, he just kissed her. His hands on her face, eyes closed, lips on hers.
" I'm sorry. " he said, still touching her, looking at her with his deep bright blue eyes. " It was the only way I could think of to shut you up."
And she laughed. Not because she didn't like it, or because it was funny. She laughed because she couldn't believe that this was the only way. She laughed because she couldn't believe her first kiss with him was like that.
Their second kiss, she was sad. Not crying, nor laughing, but sad. It was sweet. Sweeter than she ever thought she would receive from him.
It was sunny, the sun was shining, and they were there, sitting, thinking only about him, only about how Suguru had left them, how it was their last time seeing him. Probably.
She was sad, her hands intertwined with Satoru's, her head on his shoulders and eyes closed. She was thinking of everything they could have been. She was thinking of the future, trying to hold the faith that this could be the best scenario.
And when she had looked up, searching for Satoru's eyes she found him already looking at her. She was surprised, but this time she kissed him back, with her eyes closed, one hand on his and the other on his face.
It was their first time. They had laid each other on his bed, they kissed, touched, searched on each other for love. They had to find the love, because if love didn't exist how could they live? So they searched, between whispers, soft breaths, gasps, sighs, soft touches, tender kisses. They searched and found it.
She smoked after, cigarette on her lips and looking at Satoru on bed, satin sheets between his legs, naked with the last rays of sunshine on his body, breathing softly as he sleeps, one arm on his face and the other on the bed, in her direction as if it's calling for her.
And maybe, she thought, maybe it is calling her and maybe she can accept it.
At their next kiss she was angry, and crying, and had slapped him right after.
Weeks after their second kiss she left Jujutsu High, and maybe thought with herself she could leave Jujutsu World too. She went to college, Medicine, she was in one of the best colleges ever, with scholarship, and she started to make friends there, and she started to be angry with how naive they could been and how different of her they were.
And on her second year Nanami left. He graduated and just left. And Gojo were alone. And they haven't talked for a while, and she was tired, so tired, and she decided to cheat her way out, graduating with only two years, she already knew what they were teaching anyway.
After two years she got back, and Satoru smiled and received her as if nothing had happened. They weren't best friends anymore, they were just colleagues and that hurt her, but it was okay.
Gojo was flying. Flying like Icarus once had, flying high and all she could hope was for his wings to not get burned. All she could hope for was for her to catch him on time. She would do everything on her power for it.
Years passed, they had never kissed again, until that day.
He was dirty with his blood. Standing in front of him while Shoko cried and asked angrily for Suguru's body.
"You can't do this to me." She sobbed " He was my best friend too, he was my Suguru too... Not only yours. " She cried. " Please, let me say good bye. . . Please. "
He kissed her. She slapped him. And then they kissed each other.
It wasn't sweet. It was messy, full of feelings, and not all good. They cried, they kissed, they touched, they loved.
They loved each other better than anyone else could have, better than they thought. There, at that time, it was their first in years, and since then they could never not be theirs. Be each other's.
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randomprose · 1 month
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the rest is confetti
written for the satosho server weekly prompt: wedding [ao3] shoko and satoru get married—twice
When Shoko decided to get married, and when Satoru said it’s gonna be a traditional wedding because of the clan and both of their standing in Jujutsu society, she didn’t think much of it.
When Shoko let him slip that very shiny ring on her finger, she knew exactly what she was getting into.
Hell, she knew it the day Satoru finally got his shit and his words together long enough to ask her out on a date, and she knew it when she leaned it at the end of it to kiss him.
So Ieiri Shoko entered the wedding planning process and it didn’t come as a surprise to her at all that everything would be chaotic and hectic. To say the least.
What did come as a surprise, however, is how…not well Satoru is taking it all in.
While the usual planning and preparation time of a wedding as big and as important as theirs—she is well aware despite not really seeing the point of it—takes six months to a full year, theirs were all set and done in just two months. Which doesn’t really surprise her given the extent of the Gojo clan’s wealth and influence.
In two months, Shoko was ushered in and out of dress fittings and alterations, food and cake tasting, wine sampling (which she thoroughly enjoyed), flowers and decor (which she really didn’t care much for), and all other inanity such as seating arrangements and memorizing clan members. The last part was fairly easy having been in and out of the Gojo estate and having met most of Satoru’s kinsmen since becoming friends with him. It’s the other clans she couldn’t give less of a fuck about.
Everything went relatively alright and smoothly considering both hers and Satoru’s very busy schedule. And all the while Shoko was just thinking they just needed to get through all these frivolities and then they’re golden.
And then Satoru goes AWOL the day before the wedding. Shoko finds him hours later in the clan’s secret garden hiding in the gazebo she and Satoru used to lounge around with Suguru when they would visit in the summers.
“Thought I’d find you here,” Shoko says as she spots him lying on the gazebo’s cold marble floor. “What? Getting cold feet?”
“Marrying you? As if,” Satoru scoffs from his place on the floor. 
“We can still call off, you know? The wedding isn’t until tomorrow. We have time.”
“What, and have my clan and all of Jujutsu society on our ass forever?” Satoru runs a hand through his hair. He has a bitching headache and it's obvious with the way his brows are pinched. “Listen, Shoko. I need you to know that you’re the only one I’m sure about in this whole fucking circus, okay? I’m not backing out on that. And you can’t either! I'm just having an off day that's all! Don’t think you can use this as an excuse to back out!”
“I know that, doofus. And I’m not running away. I’m not the one who’s gone awol and went into hiding the day before their wedding, am I?” Shoko says as he sits by his head, putting a hand over his eyes to soothe them and rid him of his migraine. He’s in the mood for jokes even in his state and that’s a good sign. “So, what is this really about?”
“It’s just…” Satoru sighs in relief as he feels her technique course through him. The pinch in his brows is gone. “I’m sorry for putting you through all this bullshit. I know it’s not your style.”
Shoko smiles exasperatedly. Of course, Gojo Satoru will have a meltdown the day before their wedding.
“Please. Give me some credit. I knew what I was getting into the moment I allowed your dork ass to hang around me.”
“Oh, yeah? What, that you’ll one day be marrying the strongest sorcerer?”
“That you’ll one day bamboozle me into somehow agreeing to marry you, yes.”
“Oh, shut up. You beat me to the punch and asked first,” Satoru retorts, clambering up to lay his head on her lap. “You love me.”
“Of course, I do,” Shoko answers without missing a beat and they sit like that for a while with her fingers carding through his hair until the edges of his eyes have softened and his face finally relaxed.
“Man,” Satoru sighs after a while. “This whole thing kinda got away from us, huh?”
“You know I don’t care about any of this, right? But I’m okay to go along with it all because it’s you I get to meet at the end of the aisle.” Shoko looks at him, really looks at him. “Now, I’m asking you. What do you want?”
She’s asking him what he wants. Outside of him being the strongest sorcerer of their time, beyond him being the head of the Gojo clan, taking aside his duty to Jujutsu society and the world it promises to protect, Shoko is asking him what he wants as just him. As just Satoru.
“You,” Satoru answers without hesitation. He sits up so he can look at her properly. “I just want you.”
“Okay,” Shoko smiles. “Then you have me.”
In the next second, Shoko had sneaked them out of the secret backdoor hidden in the garden’s hedges and into a car. She tells Satoru to drive to the airport while she makes some calls. When Satoru asks where they’re going, Shoko just simply tells him ‘Tokyo’ and to drive fast so they can catch the next flight out. She holds up a finger in a shushing motion when Satoru tries to say something because Suguru has already picked up on the other end of the line. 
Shoko knows their friends won’t be flying out to Kyoto for the Gojo estate until tomorrow. She tells Suguru to round up the gang and to get Yaga certified to officiate then meet them at the school in two hours.
It is only when they’re sitting in the plane’s first-class cabin do Satoru says, “You know I could’ve just teleported us to Tokyo, right?”
“I know, but we gotta give the gang time to get ready. It’s lucky Utahime and Mei are on a mission in Tokyo right now. She’ll want to get presentable first at least.”
They get to Jujutsu High with just enough time for Utahime to squeeze Shoko out of her sensible turtle neck and trousers into a pantsuit at her insistence. She also does Shoko’s hair in a modest updo and puts light make-up on her. Mei-mei hands her a bouquet. 
In another room, Suguru and Yuu manage to wrangle Satoru out of his shirt and jeans into a white button-up and slacks. Kento lends him one of his suit jackets and tames his unruly white hair into a slick do.
They get married on the school grounds at dusk with Yaga blubbering through half the ceremony and his officiation and lecturing them about how they’re impulsive idiots who are a pain in his ass and that he loves them both very much.
Shoko tosses her bouquet and Utahime catches it. Satoru makes a teasing quip about it and Utahime counters by saying she’ll be walking the aisle next for when Shoko divorces him.
Their reception is held at their favorite izakaya and Satoru and Shoko cut a cake bought by Haibara from Satoru’s favorite bakery.
And then, after all the festivities and the congratulations and the ‘see you tomorrow’s, Shoko and Satoru hop on a flight back to Kyoto (because Satoru took a sip of Shoko’s sake and was feeling a little woozy to teleport) and retire to their respective rooms when they get back to the Gojo clan's estate. 
In the morning, Satoru and Shoko get married in the traditional way that was expected of people of their standing, with the Gojo clan and all the representatives of major Jujutsu clans in attendance, the Council, and everyone who’s anyone in the Jujutsu society. Their friends are among the crowd of attendees, no less excited and happy for them than they were the day before.
“Is this your first time?” Satoru asks lowly once they’re arm in arm. “Getting married, I mean.”
“Not really,” Shoko shrugs. “I’ve been married before. You?”
“Oh, same.”
“Good to know we both have some experience then.” 
“Just so you know, Mrs. Gojo-Ieiri,” Satoru says leaning down so only his wife could hear. “I would marry you a thousand times over any day, anytime, anywhere.”
“Eehh,” Shoko smirks shifting closer and bumping shoulders with her husband. “How very romantic of you, Mr. Ieiri-Gojo.”
Shoko and Satoru share knowing secretive smiles throughout the ceremony.
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puddingkingu · 27 days
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No I don’t take criticism
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My entry for this weeks discord prompt: wedding
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dax-enfinity · 3 months
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sashisu defection au… i’m not the only one right??
right..??
instead of just Suguru the three of them defect TOGETHER !!!
(there’s only 1 fic w/ this premise and it’s much more loose w/ satoru & suguru defecting then shoko tagging along w/ them years later once she’s come back to jujutsu society pre-nanami coming back as a sorcerer)
like seriously nothing????
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theqrianana · 10 months
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We all need that someone who gets you like no one else
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We all need a Shoko in our lives
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pikochoo · 4 months
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polite-pandemonium · 6 months
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[LISTEN] -  always an angel, never a god - a Shoko Ieiri playlist that very much is meant to represent her post chapter 236. Sad tunes by female musicians. Also - female rage. Gege doesn't seem to want to show us her feelings, so I will do it through song! All songs are Shoko centric, but some definitely could be directed towards either Satoru or Suguru or both!!!!! I tried to have this sort of follow a narrative that takes place pre, during, and post the Shinjuku Showdown arc, while making sure the music still flowed. IDK, I took this very seriously lol. Tracklist: 1. I don't like my mind - mitski 2. in hell - japanese breakfast 3. final girl - chvrches 4. days of oblivion - metric 5. not strong enough - boy genius 6. doomsday - lizzie mcapline 7. both all the time - faye webster 8. you always get what you want - the japanese house 9. when was that? - angus and julia stone 10. only the strong - laura marling 11. girls against god - florence + the machine specific lyrics for each song under the cut!
I don't like my mind | mitski I blast music loud and I work myself to the bone and on an inconvenient Christmas, I eat a cake a whole cake all for me and then I get sick and throw up and there's another memory that gets stuck inside the walls of my skull waiting for its turn to talk and it may be a few years but you can bet it's there waiting still for me to be left alone in a room with the things that I've done a whole cake so please don't take take this job from me
in hell | japanese breakfast with my luck, you'll be dead within the year I've come to expect it there's nothing left to fear, at least there's that and under the fluorescence, another sterile room where no one ever tells you just how clinical death looks and I can't unsee it the two shots it took hell is finding someone to love and I can't have you hell is finding someone to love and I can't see you again
final girl | chvrches swallowing the seeds of sin we sewed into the ground keeping secrets until everything became a bit too loud I would wash it down, I could drown it out by filling up the silence with an organ sound and by writing sentences I used to think were quite profound and it feels like the weight is too much to carry I should quit maybe go get married only time will tell in the final cut in the final scene there's a final girl does she look like me?
days of oblivion | metric all the times that now and then appear as only dreams all the stuff from way back when that's coming up don't self destruct you don't have to call for the wrecking ball or burn the world to ashes all you have to do is ask me to I'll stop you where the descending stairs drop I've unlocked all the doors and I've lost all the keys and I live in a mansion made up from memories I know I need you don't ever leave me I'll never leave you behind I know you need me the way I need you I'll never leave you don't ever leave me behind not strong enough | boy genius do you see us getting scraped up off the pavement? I don't know why I am the way I am not strong enough to be your man I lied - I am just lowering your expectations half a mind that keeps the other second guessing close my eyes and count always an angel, never a god I don't know why I am the way I am there's something in the static I think I've been having revelations coming to in the front seat, nearly empty skip the exit to our old street and go home go home alone doomsday | lizzie mcalpine doomsday is close at hand I'll book the marching band to play as you speak I'll feel like throwing up you'll sit and stare like a goddamn machine I'd like to plan out my part in this but you're such a narcissist that you did it on Halloween I had no choice in the matter why would I? it's only the death of me both all the time | faye webster will I stop crying for once? it's hurting my eyes there's a difference between lonely and lonesome but I'm both all the time I'm loneliest at night after my shower beer and I'll go to sleep without turning out the lights pretend like somebody's here you always get what you want | the japanese house and you've left now but it's better that I know you're gone and I breathe out dizzy from the last hour of holding on and does he do right by you? and does he work so hard? I know you'll miss me, but you'll call me back you always get what you want when was that? | angus and julia stone I wonder if you can hear me wonder if you can feel my heart beating now I wonder if things will be okay wonder if things will keep changing will I fall down? take me back to when things were easier take me back to a place where I belong take me back to a place that feels like home when was that? only the strong | laura marling we've been here a thousand times wish I could go back and find letters I wrote you in my mind perhaps I could unknot us from this awful bind hope that you can change my mind had to leave this crying all behind I hope that you don't think that I'm unkind just somebody told me only and only only the strong can survive
girls against god | florence + the machine if they ever let me out, I'm really gonna let it out I listen to music from 2006 and feel kind of sick but, oh god, you're gonna get it you'll be sorry that you messed with this oh, tell me it's not over yet and in my darkest fantasies, I'm the picture of passivity waiting for you side of stage suppressing all my private rage oh, it's good to be alive crying into cereal at midnight and if they let me out, I'm really gonna let it out when I decided to wage holy war it very much looked like staring at my bedroom floor but, oh god, you're gonna get it you'll be sorry that you messed with me
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