#jjk spoilers

[gamblersdoll]

“wait—!”

“stop fuckin running.” he says, punctuating every word with a thrust. “knew exactly what you were doing earlier, slut!” he seethes, grinding the tip of his cock into a spot that only he could reach.

“fuck— i know! im sorry!” you moan and choke, head being forced into the plush throw blanket.

“fuckin’ slut wanted this cock? you get this cock.” with a growl in his throat, slamming himself back into you. shit, was he that mad about you sitting in his lap? “yeah, you know?”

“yes– fuck im so sorry! fuck!” you scream, legs shaking in ecstasy as you try to keep them open. you cry when he slaps your ass, hand prints indented into your skin.

he never responds, hands on your hips as he plows himself into you from behind. only growls emit from his throat when he starts a rhythm that makes him feel good. he was mad, mad that you didnt ask to sit on his lap, yet he didnt care if you did. the only difference being that you were in public.

so was he mad about something so small? yes. thats exactly that.

but he loves random punishments, and you do too.

“going to ruin your fuckin’ whore body.” he laughs, nails digging into your skin. “you dont get to cum, i get to.” he cruelly says, angling himself to go deeper. he hits a spot that felt deeper than your cervix, and that kicks him off. “take it, take it, take it!”

your eyes roll back to your skull, brain being fried from the constant thrusts into your cunt and having to not scream his name.

he pulls himself, spurting white, thick ropes of cum on your ass and back. it ran hot, burned even if you could call it that. you try to sit up, yet he slams you back down.

“you thought i was finished with you? another thing to punish you for.”

[thejessc0de]

thinkin about my favorite drawings

[piercemybluesky]

roundabout

[blondieeu]

vienna. satoru g.

being a relatively newly divorced older woman and falling in love with a younger man as soon as you move to Vienna.

everything there is beautiful, from the oceans down to the residents that lived there were gorgeous. made you feel so confident in your new life.

you’d gotten everything you’d prayed for. a beautiful apartment with a nice view, a brand new job, a puppy that you’d been wishing your whole marriage to have, that tattoo you wanted— you’d even fallen in love again.

you meet at some restaurant you found yourself at in a state of pity. you’re alone sipping on a glass of wine with constant refills, and him being your waiter who was constantly flirting with you.

his hair was white. it was a questionable fashion statement but in reality it just brought out his unique personality, it’s what first caught your eye in a world of people with mostly only brown and light blonde hair—boring. his gorgeous blue eyes struck heat in your soul whenever he laid them on you, he was beautiful.

satoru was so fearless. he did what he want when he wanted and he wasn’t afraid of what other people thought. he took you out of dates, bought you flowers, opened your car door, everything you could ever ask in a man. except he was younger.

“if it’s anybody it’s you.”

he got you to dance on the pretty cobblestone floors of vienna, twirling you around to your own beat — he took you out on dates and whenever you came to his apartment at night seeking comfort he was always more than willing to give it to you.

and satoru honestly could care less about how old you were and how many men you’d been with because he only wanted to be with you.

“you deserve someone younger”

“love knows no age”

and he’d kiss down to your collarbones, hands grazing up the sides of your body while he worshiped it. to him, everything about you was so mesmerizing like he could drown in you forever.

satoru made his way down your stomach to slip the pretty panties off your hips that you wore for him that day — despite denying the two of you should have sex again. you still lifted your hips up to help him get them off of you. watching satoru come up and settle himself between your thighs.

all the air in your lungs felt warm as he slid his cock deeper in your cunny, lips kissing your jaw while he whispered sweet words to you. your man’s pretty eyes solely looking at yours.

“in you i find the poetry of a thousand sunsets”

london, aizawa s.

blondieeu xx

[suguella]

random 6am thought

hear me out: when it comes to toji, you’re only his. he hates the idea of someone else, in this case, nanami, touching what he claims or more so owns, that’s why he makes it a mission to leave marks all over your body.

“okay, toji. i get it, you didn’t like nanami hugging me. can you let go of me now?” toji being toji, he didn’t let go of you instead he pressed his body against you, you felt something hard against your ass.

his nails ding into the skin of your waist, leaving marks which he knew you’d complain about later but at this moment, he did not care.

he chuckles “no, im teaching you a lesson” his left arm leaves your waist and is now on throat. he angles your neck before his tongue is on it.

embarrassed you face away from the mirror, that’s when tojis grip around your throat tightens “keep looking baby”

he lapse his tongue around your neck before harshly sucking on it, his free hand pull your shirt up. luckily for him, you weren’t wearing a bra. his large hands caresses your breasts before pulling on the erected bud. “fuckkk toji”

[orangecoffee1010]

my hungry ass could never be a brain surgeon LMAOOO

[fayeraa]

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄’𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐍𝐎 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐈𝐅 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐁𝐄 𝐀 𝐃𝐔𝐌𝐁 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄. angst. no comfort.

‟even the strongest will see their hour come.”

he was having a hard time. every time he would find his way to you and cross the door frame of the warm appartement you shared, you would find him drowsy and drained from any form of energy, in a state that can’t be described.

so, as his legit lady, you would scurry over him and lead him to the silkened mattress of the chamber satoru knew so well now —a room of sheer restfulness that can merely be interrupted by any hassle, a sanctuary for you two. you would tuck him in the bedcovers that held in your scent that he’d never be tired of; a scent that can reminds him of your radiant figure and your nimble fingers carding through his pearly-frosted strands, tapered around your index.

thus, he would find peace for a very moment while dozing off in your arms, patterning letters on his lower back with slow strums, —but the constant stabbing in his ribcage wouldn’t completely wear off, only racking up even more. continuously having something to watch out for was a grueling ordeal, not being able to fully live.

always having obstructing thoughts refraining his way of existing, serenity was a misconception and a odd concept that would never be a part of his short career. the career of being the strongest. putting your life on a line but also those of your beloved ones, a dread tugging at your heartstrings whenever you grazed death, with no way of retuning home. his home.

no need to be material, it’s all in the touch, the feel. the caresses, the pat-pats, the atmosphere remaining far away from sweltering and ruthless, that what made home, a home. and the longer you could hold him in your embrace, the longer he would have the false impression of calm.

but all things must come to an end.

now it was your turn to be the strongest ; and bear the weight off his shoulders to let him completely light from any inconvenience and regret. to finally let him have a break, the rest he always deserved.

the upper side of your finger ghosted his cold cheeks so lightly like he could shatter in a hurried move of yours. despite everything, your loving gaze stands unchanged, carrying your unabashed love.

still, you can’t stop the overflowing tears and the sniffling blaring in the musty room enclosing his frosty aura. in a wobbly gesture, you sweep his hair back like you once did and hug him.

—“Farewell, angel. I wish you the better.”

now, the moment came for you to turn the page of a long and tragic book, letting the teary-drenched paper consume itself and disappear.

in the end, he claims to always win, but reality takes over and you’re now ruing the outcome (but it’s too late).

©𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐀 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒-𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃

[everyinumaki]

[lxmelle]

Just some thoughts about chapter 236 after reading 261. I’ve talked about it elsewhere but I’m going to post it here too.

The whole North South thing has been a huge thing to unpick. As had been the human and jujutsu pervert thing.

But, after 261, it seems to be about reconciliation - between Gojo’s Human side and his Monster side. Perhaps the ongoing theme for Gojo since his enlightenment - is he Gojo Satoru who is Strong or does being Strong define him as Gojo Satoru?

From that premise, that’s why he talked about himself and emotion with Geto - elaborating on “satisfaction” etc. Nobody else was there when they did. It could be a representation of who is within the line Gojo drew. Others are flowers who couldn’t understand him / he didn’t wish to understand him. (I believe Gojo too didn’t want to be saved but lived since birth as if he were to be the saviour due to six eyes + limitless ). Even if at some point he felt like a creature, he has always only been Geto who he wanted to stand beside him as his best friend. He caught up to him, right? They face in the same direction.

The benches is something to take note of too imho: the symbolism of Nanami & Haibara being on the other side of the benches perhaps is meant to represent the Monster Gojo (ie Strongest Gojo Satoru).

So Nanami and Haibara highlight his perverse, jujutsu mad side. They reflect how he could be viewed, or even what he could’ve become. It’s not nice to hear at all. He worked hard not to be that, hence, I think, his facial expression there. But, Gojo accepts it as a part of who he is too. Geto roasts him and echoes that based on what he admitted - practically having fun fighting the death?? Oh dear 😅 But, it shows how Gojo in death reconciled between his two halves. With the aid of his friends.

The North South thing after 261 seems to be thematically similar - going back to being more Human. Gojo’s monstrous side had fun and he has relinquished the Title of being the strongest. So his choice was to go South because that’s where happiness is for him. He understood that love changed him and that it had allowed him to not be lonely as the strongest in the end, having people around him, having purpose, etc. which he wanted to convey to Sukuna. He could have been a monster / calamity Sukuna but thankfully he knew love and could connect with those “beneath his feet” (this was in direct contrast to Hajime’s battle / convo with Sukuna).

It makes me sad to think that it is possible that this interpretation doesn’t allow for a Shinto-like afterlife and they all have to get onto the plane to reincarnate.

Or. It was really a death fantasy after all... aligned with Bardo Thodol...

…and all we can take comfort in is that Gojo was at peace?

Ah, I’m going to make myself depressed thinking about it 😭 we probably won’t get answers from Gege anytime soon so I’ll stubbornly choose to believe there is a Shinto-like afterlife and if they want to reincarnate they can go meet Emma-O to discuss things - like... you know, reincarnating together 😉

Just my two cents... any thoughts or theories?

[thegoodgege]

"Does becoming a monster scare you that badly?"

[gamblersdoll]

cw:oral, (f) praise, p in v.

cleaning was not really a chore, but more of a hassle. especially living with more than one person. but, you had finally did it. your schedule finally relieved you and you could finally clean.

and cleaning took hours, making you break a sweat and want nothing to do but lay the fuck down.

until your hips were held by nanami, who obviously just came home from work. “so proud of you, princess.” he says, kissing your forehead. “know that was a little exhausting. you would want a reward, hm?”

you nodded, kento lifting you with his arm and laying you ontop of the table you just cleaned. “kentooo..”

“dont worry, i’ll clean it up for you. but just lay back and relax. let me take care of you.” he says, hooking his finger in your panties and dragging them off. “smell so good.”

“i– ah!” you moan, feeling his tongue flick against your clit and suckle. “k-kento!”

his hand reaches up, squeezing a breast and he open mouth kisses your pussy. he groans, feeling his cock strain against his pants. drool drips from your slit to the middle of your asscheeks, dripping onto the table.

“taste even better. love comin’ home to you.” he smiles, your juices coating his chin. he pulls you back up, flipping you over and taking himself from his confines.

his cock slides in easy, he wraps his arms around your waist and kisses your ear. “did such a good job, princess.” he praises, thrusting his hips into you slow. “never been more proud, god.”

you whine, his tip of his cock pressing on that one spot that had your vision blurry. “oh my god, kento..” you cry, legs shaking and he shushes you.

“shh, shh. take it baby, take your reward.” sucking at your earlobe, hips humping into you as his cock presses deeper. he groans, burying his head into your shoulder, balls emptying into your cunny. “fuck— take it for me, darling, take it.”

your legs quiver, feeling his seed drip down your thighs. “good job baby, so proud of you.”

“nami.. the table—“

“dont you worry, ill take care of it.”

[thejessc0de]

[raamitsu]

[re-reading the battle of the strongest]

: chapter 221

the thought of Satoru turning into a *monster* after being released from the prison realm wasn't really an exaggeration at all considering he had Ghidorah as his Godzilla collaboration hand towel merch lol

cute, isn't it? haha but I love Godzilla more btw <3

[gabriella0807]

Save Our Souls

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Reference:

[gogepilled]

A double date with Stsg and Shokohime!

ᝰ.ᐟ wc: 657

This is a fluff fanfic, Already established relationships, some spoilers ahead aswell!

2006, July 7th, 3:30 PM.

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In the midst of the summer, was the day the double date had been agreed upon 3 weeks prior, Satoru had just woken up. He grabbed his phone and upon grazing over the image of Waka Inoue he paused to look at the time, which was 2:33 PM.

The boy had taken in a few moments to process it but suddenly flung out of bed and towards his closet to pick out his clothes.

"Bastard!! Why didn't he wake me up?!" Quickly trying to take off whatever he had on and nervously, actually very aggressively get dressed. He pushed up his pants in light speed and slid into a grey shirt, grabbing his socks and grunting in frustration as he pushes it up his foot all the way to his ankle. He grabbed the watch and slapped it on his wrist before quickly spraying on three different colonges, grabbing his phone quickly getting his shoes on and sprinting out the building while dialing sugurus number.

Suguru was at the bus stop standing next to a mother who had her toddler sitting beside her, an old woman and a caretaker, or something like that.

Suddenly he hears his phone buzzing thinking it must be Satoru and that hes somewhere nearby. But upon pulling it out and answering him-

"Satoru wh-"

"WHYDIDNTYOUWAKEMEUPOUKNOWISTAYEDUPALLNIGHTISLEPTINANDGOTREADYIN16MINUTESDOYOUKNOWIALMOSTBROKEMYNECKGETTINGOUTOFBEDFORTHISSUGURU-"

It was a sound that was bound to bust your eardrums.

Everyone had turned their heads towards Suguru. The mother clutched her son to cover his ears, the caretaker looked terrified and even the old lady heard everything aswell.

Suguru's eyes widened as he quickly got up to walk away and talk to the still yelling satoru. Honestly it was even more impressive how he's not out of breath.

"You're not even on speaker and everyone beside me heard you calm d-"

"IHAVENTEVENDONEMYHAIRPROPERLYSUGU-"

"I SAID CALM DOWN."

His voice echoed down the street. And the people at the bus stop were even more terrified.

"Its still 3 PM you can make it to the arcade in time. Also you were the one that told me not to wake you up because you would set an alarm."

"I said that"

"Yea."

"WHYD YOU BELIEVE ME?!"

"Oh my God."

Before getting into another yelling match the bus had arrived.

"I'll meet you at the arcade. My bus is here." He swiftly shut his flip phone or however you describe it and quickly got on the bus. For some reason his row and two others behind him were completely empty.

Satoru had taken the taxi to where the arcade was and was trying to fix his hair. Alongside tying his shoes because he almost tripped down the stairs while yelling, you could imagine how the people around him were feeling getting to witness him do this live.

The taxi driver scrunched his nose getting a whiff of Satorus colonge. Which was a disgustingly strong combination.

The ride lasted about 10 minutes and Satoru got out of the Taxi. He turned to pay him but the man was catching his breathe reaching out a shaking hand to accept what he owes him.

And then almost instantly driving off.

'That was odd.' Thought Satoru. 'Oh well.' He shrugged off the interaction and walked down the road to where the arcade was, there he saw Suguru waiting for him. He doesn't look pleased.

"Where are the others?"

Suguru turned to him but before answering him he was a bit taken back by the scent Satoru was giving off.

"Well they'll be here in a few minutes. Shoko said she was picking Utahime up."

"How charming."

A few moments later Shoko and Utahime emerged and approached Satoru and Suguru.

"I hope we didn't keep you two waiting for long." Said shoko

"Not at a-"

"What are you guys waiting for? Lets go in already I've been burning in the sun waiting for you two to get here."

Pt2 coming soon i wrote this in the morning >ᴗ<

[froggo-333]