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they accidentally eat a special brownie

ʚ incl: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, sukuna, higuruma, shiu, ino, shoko, uraume

ʚ cont: suggestiveness, crack

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

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i like that literally everyone in the satosugu fandom agrees that they had their secret little hookups

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they're a bit sillyyy

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Day 5 - first day back together

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in dreams

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Trying your best

You have been raising Nanako and Mimiko since that day with Kenjaku and so far the girls have adapted quickly to being with you and going to Jujutsu Tech. You miss Suguru every single day ya Kenjaku is controlling his body but he isn't him.

Maki. Y/n Sensei are you okay?

Y/n smiles and speaks. Oh I'm fine dear just thinking.

Maki. Mm I know I'm not the most open person but if you need to talk or spar I will gladly help

Maki leaves the classroom leaving you alone and not long after Satoru comes in he sees the look on your face and hugs you which you lean into hugging him back

Y/n. I... I miss him Satoru I know he has done horrible things but he was my sun to my moon..

Satoru rubs your back letting you rant and cry

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tw. mention of blood and scars, change of pov. not proofread.

gladiator!suguru geto is a sight to behold in the arena. he wielded his weapons with hunger and a controlled fury that he cultivated each day. as long as a life was lost in the magnificent, arched walls of the colosseum, he would never stop. because gladiator!suguru didn't fight for the freedom the emperor could grant him— no, he did so to avenge all the people he called family between the shared dirty corners of that imprisonment.

gladiator!suguru doesn't belong in the arena, and it's a thought that has been plaguing your mind ever since you attended his first game. you can clearly picture it, with the finest silks and gold ornaments on his arms; where a spatha would lose all the meanings men would sang about, belonging less and less to his hands than any scroll would, even in such moments where human emotions prevailed over his reason.

and yet, gladiator!suguru seems to lead a dance only he can hear the sweet sound of. his opponents are quick, strong, muscles all flexed but it's noticeable how they lack in wits. and so, his weapon becomes a melodious lyre telling the gut wrenching tales of all those who got lost in front of his eyes. tales of far away lands he fervently wishes to return to. not under the scorching sun that favors the capital, not the endlessly thundering of his name every time his feet blessed the sand of the colosseum— but the home he was forced to leave behind.

but a starved one could not quell its ceaseless hunger for revenge, for he was no god. and so, how much longer could he last before meeting his ultimate defeat? the silent worry clinging to your question found its answer in the gladius of his enemy. the cheering abruptly ended when gladiator!suguru got brought down to his knees, the blade of his opponent sinking deeper in his thigh. you were quick to react, standing up like the many men and women gasping and praying on the benches made out stone. and your heart sunk perhaps lower than that blade as your eyes eventually caught only a glimpse of that fury residing deep in the gladiator's chest.

it was a blur. you really had no memories of how you happened to be walking the deserted hallways where the gladiators jails were dig in hard stone, with water leaking through the cracks after the twentieth spectacle still going that week. but as hilarious as it could get, you knew each turn of that nearest hell like it was engraved in the palm of your hand. gladiator!suguru's jail came into view soon after and you felt your heart leap in your ribcage. of the wound suffered a week ago, only a scar was what remained. adorning his thigh with yet another triumph.

his muscles stiffened, sweat and dried blood carefully washed away by the cloth held tightly in your hand. a shiver found path from his exposed neckline to the bare signs of survival on his back and beyond. gladiator!suguru knew the effect he had on you, he could sense it amidst the religious silence that accompanied your gentle actions: how your fingers occasionally trembled when touching his skin by mistake, how your eyes lingered on him when you thought he was not looking, how your cheeks would grow red when damping the cloth on the provided basin. he wondered.

how long until your absence got noticed? you were a noble man's precious daughter after all, yet to be married and with a future as one of rome's well-known domina. often gladiator!suguru had wondered why. why would you get down the prisons he was held in like a rabid dog and waste your time on him? and at the very beginning he was tense and wary, wondering if you sought nothing else than a sick, twisted sense of entertainment in treating him this way. but your emotions were sincere, he quickly discovered, and your care honest unlike the men that mended his broken skin just to throw him to that hell once again.

gladiator!suguru was a sight to behold in the arena. he wielded his weapons with hunger and a controlled fury that he cultivated each day. and yet there were moments where his fury would subdue, the screams in his head becoming whispers easier to silence. your hands were a balm over the many burning scars adorning his vulnerable skin, and for a second he felt something akin to relief in seeing his hands clean from the blood he had to spill. you kneeled in front of him once again, his eyes now following closely every movement, unmoving, even when you wasted your kisses on his brightly reddened knuckles.

"you did good" another kiss, "you made me proud once again".

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It's ok babe, you'll get there in your own time

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Get out of the tank

the year is 2006

Suguru looks around he can't find Satoru he looks up and sighs

Suguru. Satoru get out of the tank.

Satoru. No!

Suguru. Get out of the tank Satoru.

Satoru. No I like it in here.

Suguru.Get out of the tank I will get Yaga Senesi.

Satoru. Get him I don't give a fuck.

Suguru. Get out of the fucking tank!

Satoru. No I like it you're not my dad!

Suguru.Im your best friend now get out of the tank.

Satoru. You're mad that I'm in the tank and you're not!!!

Suguru throws his hands in the air as you walk over

Y/n. Toru please get out of the tank.

Satoru gets out of the tank and clings to you

Suguru. Okay that's bullshit!!

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Random thought

Okay we all know how much Gojo doesn't like the higher ups so what if in the act of chaos he moves small things a little to the left all over the school and a few days later he moves everything back

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Little break from the Shinjuku battle ❄️

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I wish I could draw my ideas. Currently thinking about pirate!Gojo kidnapping princess reader (reader consented!! There’s no dark content)

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Pirate!Gojo comes across the royal ship and you happen to be on it (princess of your kingdom). You were being shipped off to a neighboring kingdom to be forcefully married to an old ass king.

Gojo is able to take over your ship and finds you in the cabin. He thinks you’re the prettiest woman ever but his criminal way of life gets to him and he starts thinking about how much your ransom will cost.

Little does he know that you don’t mind being kidnapped as long as you don’t get married. He sends his envoys to your family’s kingdom and your fiance’s. Now all he had to do was wait for the sweet reward.

In the mean time, he took you with him onboard. He never bothered to tie you up and keep you in a room because you were in the middle of the sea. Plus, if you were to jump off board, no one would know until he received the money so it didnt matter to him.

You started getting along with his crew very well, almost like a mother figure. You’d cook for the runts of the group and you’d look after his best friends if they got sea sick. You even got rid of your old clothes and started wearing whatever extra scraps of clothes his crew had. You’d stitch pretty jackets for them so they wouldn’t get cold steering the boat at night.

He noticed that you were starting to lose your high society vocabulary and you’d curse like you had no limits. He asked you if it was your first time and laughed when you said yes. The rest of the crew jokingly named you the queen of the ship.

During your first raid, he half expected you to side with the enemy but was surprised when you knocked down their captain with your mop and started filling your bag with their stashed gold. That’s when he first fell in love with you.

Flash foward a year later, you had completely lost your accent, you developed sea legs and you were laying in Gojo’s bed. The two of you had finally gotten together after you realized that no one was going to try and take you back. You felt a little sad but mostly liberated because of how suffocating being a princess was.

You were laying in his arms and turned to him with a curious gaze. “Did you ever receive a reply from my family or that old geezer I was supposed marry?”

“Two weeks after I sent the message. Both of them replied saying that one of your sisters married him so I could keep you or kill you.” He said nonchalantly as he stroked your hair. As morbid as it sounded, your heart swelled at the revelation that Gojo wanted you since the beginning. “You were soft for all along.” You giggled.

“Yeah, yeah. You were nice to look at.” He said as he held you tightly. “And I could see that you enjoyed being a criminal.” His thumb stroked your bottom lip.

The two of you shared a kiss, intertwining your hands, each having a matching emerald ring.

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*when Yuuji first joins the class* Megumi: Have you been yelled at by Maki yet? Yuuji: I’m not scared of her. Megumi: So that’s a no.

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