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[goko-satosano-1207]

[playwithmydarkestdemons]

[vee-moon]

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[kneipe]

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[englishcheeseman]

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[trixy812]

004 ☆ Period.

Content: Fem!Reader, Sorcerer!Reader, funny, Nanami is gentleman, Gojo is a man, piece of life, cramps mentioned.

Synopsis: We need to make Gojo shut up, don’t you think?

A/N: I wrote this thinking it could be an Omake :). I hope you enjoy it! As much as I enjoyed writing it

The meeting at the sorcerers' headquarters had just wrapped up, and the air was thick with fatigue as everyone began to disperse.

But both Gojo and Nanami noticed that y/n was shifting uncomfortably in her seat, her face contorting in pain.

Nanami, ever observant, slipped out of the room. A few minutes later, he returned with a steaming cup of chamomile tea, which he handed to y/n without a word, barely even looking at her.

“Thank you, Nanami,” she murmured, taking a sip. With a sigh, she added, almost as an afterthought, “Every month, it’s the same…these damn cramps.”

Gojo, catching her comment, smirked and leaned in. “Cramps? Seriously?” he teased. “Can’t be that bad, right? I’ve seen you injured for real, and you didn’t roll around like this, looking so weak. Can it really be that bad, just some pain from your own body?”

Nanami sighed, clearly exasperated by Gojo’s usual provocations.

y/n looked up from her tea, her expression darkening as she turned her gaze on Gojo.

“You think you could handle the pain I’m feeling?” she asked, her voice calm but with a challenge underneath it.

Gojo shrugged, confident as ever. “Of course, I could. I mean, you just like making a big deal out of it so people like Nanami will worry about you and be all nice,” he said with a smirk.

That was it. y/n’s patience was officially gone.

“Turn off Infinity,” she demanded, her eyes narrowing. “Let me activate my cursed technique, Empathic Trace, and you’ll see for yourself.”

Gojo raised his eyebrows, unimpressed. “See? You’re already hyping it up, and nothing’s happened.”

y/n clenched her jaw, eyeing him with a glint of malice. “I haven't even touch you! You haven’t even felt anything yet, idiot!”

With that, she reached out, placing her hand on Gojo’s arm and activating Empathic Trace. Her cursed technique allowed her to transmit her emotions and physical sensations to anyone she marked with her energy.

In an instant, Gojo felt a wave of pain slam into his abdomen—the exact cramps that y/n had been enduring.

Gojo doubled over, his hands clutching his stomach as he collapsed to the ground. The pain was overwhelming, and he could barely speak.

“Ahhh! What...what is this?” he gasped, barely able to get the words out.

Nanami, watching with arms crossed and an amused expression, gave Gojo a faint smirk.

“Curious, isn’t it? The strongest sorcerer of our time, brought down by simple cramps.”

Gojo was writhing on the ground, his concentration too fractured to reactivate Infinity. He finally looked up at y/n with desperation in his eyes.

“y/n, please! Turn it off! I can’t even think straight enough to use my technique!”

y/n tilted her head, pretending to consider it. “Apologize,” she replied smoothly, folding her arms. “And beg.”

Gojo groaned, still doubled over, but with his pride visibly crushed, he muttered, “Fine… I’m sorry, y/n. I didn’t know it could…hurt this much.”

Satisfied, y/n held back for a second, then released the technique, watching Gojo slump to the floor in relief. Taking a calm sip of her tea, she smiled, feeling that the sight of Gojo begging had made her own pain almost disappear.

“See? It’s not ‘drama.’ Maybe you just needed a bit of empathy,” she said, grinning.

Nanami allowed himself a small smile of approval, and a thumbs up,while Gojo, for once, was completely out of things to say.

[cupidscrule]

KINKTOBER - DAY 2

Gojo x ceo!sukuna

Spanking | punishment | painful

1.3 k words

Satoru knew he messed up. He saw how Sukuna looked at him in that restaurant, but he couldn't bring himself to care, he might have been flirting with the poor little waiter but it was just too funny to see the older mans reaction! The way Sukuna gripped his thigh, his scarily sharp nails digging through the fancy suit he bought for him. It was such a nice reaction, Satoru practically craved it, although maybe he did go too far.. his lovely husband had just gotten a great business opportunity, not that Satoru really ever payed attention the his work life, it was all too boring he only ever attended the fancy parties where Sukuna would parade him around like a show dog. In all honestly he really did like it, it felt nice to be wanted and tonight sukuna decided to celebrate by taking Satoru out on a nice date!

Although he ruined it, he didn't mean to go that far, sure it was fun to tease the older man by seductively sucking through a straw or placing his hand just a little too high, but the pretty little waiter they had kept trying to flirt with him! And he didn't have the self control to ignore it, like Satoru said he lived for the attention of being lusted over... Even if he was right next to his very hot and rich husband.

That's how he ended being violently shoved against the penthouse door , Sukunas grip being tight enough to cause bruising, "you're such a filing whore you know that?" Sukuna spat out grabbing a fist full of white hair, he didn't care if he was hurting the younger boy, he clearly wanted this if he acted the way he did. "M'sorry-" Satoru mumbled feeling himself being dragged back to the room, sukuna ignoring his pointless apologies as he threw the small boy on his stomach with a 'tch'

Straddling Satoru with his knee, shoved between his thigh even further. Making Satoru be more and more exposed as he did so. The knee that was in between his legs pressed further up to his groin earing a small whimper from the smaller

“You’re not too big to be put in your place huh? It’s almost like you enjoy it.” Sukuna chastised keeping one hand on Satorus head so it was firmly in the plush mattress, his other hand going down to grope the fat of his ass before giving it a hard smack "f-fuck- s'kuna!" Satoru practically yelped his back arching like a porn star, "you wanna act like a dirty slut so you're gonna get treated like one" sukuna replied rather coldly, roughly ripping off the expensive slacks that covered Satorus pale ass. Of course he was wearing lacy little panties underneath

Sukuna taking a moment to appreciate his body, he was so fucking beautiful, milky porceline skin that was just begging to be wrecked, pulling down the blue lacy lingerie he was wearing underneath before raising his hand, "who do you belong to?" He asked his voice scarily calm as kept lashing Satorus perfect skin, pinkish handprints being left in the wake

"Y-you- belong to Sukuna" Satoru mewled out, fat tears collecting in his eyes , his face still pressed firmly against the mattress making breathing more difficult. He felt light headed but he knew it wasn't even close to being over

It felt like forever, Sukunas hand coming down over and over again till his ass was an angry red colour, Sukunas hand even stung a little but it was more then worth it, he looked so pathetic and beautiful right now, the only sound being Satorus laboured breathing and whimpers, his pathetic dick leaking all over the sheets what a whore Sukuna wasted no time grabbing his hips and rolling him onto his back, he wanted to see him, see his pretty tears and red face. And he wasn't dissipointed, seeing Satorus flushed face , the way he still had his dress shirt on and a loose tie, he wanted to keep him like that. Lapping up the salty years falling from his face, earning more moans and whimpers, fuck he tasted good

"Please-" Satoru whined feeling Sukunas large hands pushing his red thighs apart, he ignored what he was whimpering on about, that didn't matter, why would he care when he was presented with this delicious sight? He didn't even bother with lube, Satoru acted like a lowly slut so he was gonna get treated like one, taking out his cock that was straining in his pants giving it a few pumps before lining it up with Satorus puckered entrance and slamming in, giving the poor boy barely anytime to adjust to the size, a strangled cry coming from Satorus mouth at the feeling of being practically torn. Sukunas brutal pace making it impossible to even try and relax, he felt way too overstimulated and was just a crying blabbering mess

"So fucking pretty crying" sukuna grunted , his rough calloused hands gripping onto Satorus hips as he slammed in and out of the little bitch, lewd sounds filling the room, Satorus dick painfully throbbing , pre-cum covering over his shirt god that's gonna be a pain to clean

His brain felt like mush as he was just being used like a flashlight, Sukunas thrusts beginning to slow down just a bit, and even if it hurt he couldn't deny how attractive the male above him looked, he felt his own orgasm somehow approaching, feeling his cock hit his prostate causing him to moan like a porn star, fuck it felt good.

Sukunas hips stuttering against him as he pulled the practically limp Satoru closer, burying his face into his neck as he came, Satoru following suit, laying limply in the still mildly angry man's arms, everything felt sore and it burned but he almost didn't care, it was all just starting to blend together in a hazy mess inside him

"L-love yous.." Satoru mumbled into him, earning a small mocking laugh from Sukuna, he was such a sad little thing..

[jumbohotdogkayamobato]

HELP

please help me, i cannot remember the title of this Gojo Satoru fic where the Reader and him are in an established relationship but he is a bit distant to her as time went by. During the mission the reader got and Gojo's last words to her was that "you're late".

When Gojo finds out what happened from Shoko, he deeply regrets it. Because Shoko has seen the reader's memory and was really devastated about it causing Shoko to cry to Gojo on why couldn't he just look back and prioritize the reader for once.

Then when Gojo entered the reader's room in which she was confined in, he couldn't help but feel sad and suddenly due to the reader's cursed technique, he saw her thoughts on how she was left behind all alone and no matter how much Gojo screams, she couldn't hear him because it was all happening in the reader's head.

Then once he got his consciousness back and the reader finally woke up, he threw his jacket and phone on the ground and phone on the ground and laid with reader and comforted her.

When the reader asked if he's gonna answer the phone that was ringing, Gojo's was like "No" or something and he stayed by Reader's side.

Also the last note was like "Gojo Satoru was not seen in Shibuya on October 31st". Something like that.

I've read this weeks ago and my god I need to read it again

FOUND:

(finally found the writer thanks to @/mysteriousmagicx)

[goko-satosano-1207]

[hotvinimon]

JJK Theories

I honestly was so devastated (if that's how you spell it) when gojo and nanamin died (lalalalaalalal i don't hear it).

I don't know how it will be in the future.

But this is how I want it to be.

yuji (my baby) practices hard and becomes brave. Like so powerful. More than anyone else. He finally overpowers Sukuna. He wins against sukuna. And when that happens... every single sorcerer, who would have been alive by now... would come back. Like they reverse unaliveness. Like all of them. Be it Gojo ( my boyfriend ), nanamin (my husband), megumi ( my baby ), nobara, geto. Like every single one of them. And once Sukuna, king of curses die, every single curse dies with him. No king no subjects. And none of them would have to go through this shit again.

Like imagine....

I hope that, if not this, something else, but better happens. Cuz I can't handle it now. I want my babies back. (˘･_･˘)

If you guys have any theories or other imaginations. PLease tell me.

[vee-moon]

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[shiominato]

i like how his eyes turn yellow before he goes nahobino mode

[kris-dreemurr44]

They're in uty

I hope Noone did this yet

[thespacebetweenwebcomic]

The Space Between - Chapter 2: ROCKY ROADS - Page 33

Chapter summary: Ferelith and Vexen are finally on the road but find themselves battling the unfortunate realities of interplanetary travel.

See you next week!

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Originally posted 24th November 2023

[aultsville]

Summer 2023