#and just— I want Gojo realizing what it actually MEANS that he’ll have to kill Yuji

[ghxst-bird]

Part of me wants Gojo to go through on Yuji’s execution part by the end of the story.

Like, don’t get me wrong, I adore Yuji. And I want him to be happy. But Gojo and him just harmonize so interestingly in that they match each other’s energy that it would make the angst even more exquisite.

So excuse me while I’m off sitting in a corner, contemplating an ending where Gojo kills our pure and innocent sunshine boy, and then absolutely loses his mind in the wake of it because, good god, duty wasn’t worth Yuji’s life.

[moonybug444]

Queen i love ur stories will you ever do other characters one day? keep writing girl ur killing it

i actually have been working on something for gojo so here it is lol but i didn’t think people wanted other characters! please let me know someone you guys would like me to write for!

you had it comin’

tw: daddy kink / reader is called a brat a lot / gojo ruins an orgasm / ——————————————————————————————————

“y’like it satoru? really?”

gojo looks at you like he’s got stars in his eyes. the second he even sees your pretty frame he was done for.

he had just come in from an entirely too long stressful day of work, the only thing on his mind was you. and of course, like you read his mind, you had a pretty surprise for him

you’re cutely giggling by the time he finally walks over to you, quickly shuffling himself so he sitting on the king size bed and your straddling his long legs.

with a bright smile on his face he demands, “gimme a spin beautiful,” and you happily get up. raising to your tip tip toes and giving him a short yet thorough spin. you’re in a short, pretty, baby blue lingerie set, and paired with the cute little matching bows you topped, he thinks you want him to explode.

when it comes to your husband, it doesn’t take much to get plenty praise from him. in his eyes your perfect. shit, it’s gotten to the point where you wake up in the morning already expecting praise just for opening your pretty eyes.

of course that has its ups and downs though. i mean you’ve always been really, ‘taking cared of’ as you call it, though satoru calls it spoiled. getting everything you’ve wanted since the day you were born without so much as a rebuttal plus satoru’s constant yes’ didn’t do well for you at all. before you were only spoiled, now you’re a full on brat. you never hear the word no out of anyone’s mouth anymore, and when you do, who cares? you know your husbands going to make it happen for you.

gojo cuffs both hands under your ass and grins handsomely.

“look what you do to me, baby.” he looks down at the hard-on in his dress pants, and your eyes follow, practically drooling at the sight.

you feel like your going crazy the longer you look at it, you need it. it’s not like you haven’t had it or anything, you’re fucking yourself on your husbands dick practically every night. which is why your confused when satoru doesn’t make his move like usual. and you’re even more confused when he shoves your hand away from touching him.

your lips curl back when you pout, “satoru…why can’t i—”

“what you think you deserve it all of the sudden?” he takes a deep breath and tries to put on his stern voice. “you really think weeks worth of being a spoiled brat is gonna erase from this, sweetheart?”

yes. most definitely. even satoru knows it can, but he’s realized going easy on you doesn’t get him anywhere. he can’t help it though, you’re as cute as can be. how’s he supposed to just say no to his pretty wife when she’s looking up at him with those perfect doe eyes, those wispy lashes he just adores on her? that big pouty lip and the puffed out cheeks when you start to throw a fit? exactly he can’t. although he figures he’ll at least give it a shot, just to say he tried.

“but—” of course he sees ‘em before they come. those big fat crocodile tears you force out whenever you’re not getting what you want on your timing. “i have been a good girl…! you just don’t even love me—” you go to wipe at your eyes and whine. usually they work, but this time satoru’s putting his foot down.

“nu-uh, no— baby c’mon, we’re not doing this tonight, ok?” he says the kind words though an antagonizing smile shows on his face, which he tries to hide.

he pulls you back on his lap and rubs circles on your back. he speaks to you in a delicate tone when you’ve finally calmed down he speaks to you in a subtle tone.

“what’s been going on, huh?” he fakes a pout. “what’s up with my sweet girl? i just can’t say no to anything these days, just throw a fit.”

your eyebrows are raised when you curl your head into his shoulder like a cat, trying to get on his good side. “m’sorry toru.” you sniffle out a whiney, “i jus’ miss you so much.” when you puff your chest out and start to slowly move your hips against him, you think your older husband starts to listen.

“i know you do pretty girl, but you can’t just—”

“please daddy…can i make it better?” when you say it like that all satoru can look at is your plush tits in that pretty set you’ve got on. all he can pay attention to is your full hips slowly circling his cock.

out the window is his stern attitude when you lay him down and take his clothes off one by one. out the window is you being a spoiled brat the last few weeks. all your husband can think about now is the way you let yourself sink on top of his leaking cock. he thinks all can be forgiven.

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“hah—” you’re still whining as you bounce on his cock, wanting to hear his praise. “m’doin g….good, daddy?” your pussy still dripping from the last load satoru gave you, sucking everything he’s got.

satoru slaps your ass and pants against your tits, mumbling incoherently to himself. he looks up at you bouncing on your tip toes and he feels like he’s gonna faint. he’s never seen something so beautiful, sure of it.

“mygosh, baby…” he tries to grab on to something—your hips, the bed, anything to keep him stable. “can’t keep doing this, ok? n…next time m’putting my foot done.”

yeah, yeah. you give him a cutely whined, ‘k, daddy’ and keep yourself going, trying your best to fuck him good like he does you. your trying your best and your husband knows it. and it’s almost like he reads your mind, because the second you feel your legs grow aches and tired of riding, he flips you onto the edge of the bed.

satoru leans down to fuck his tounge into your mouth when he starts to hear you whine about how its, ‘too much,’ all the sudden. he just can’t get a fucking break from your shit, can he? when he’s not fucking you its, ‘you don’t love me,’ but when he is you can’t take it?fuck that. he feels himself taking deeper stroke when you complain. fucks you harder and harder. you try to push at his lower tummy but he won’t let up—just grabs both of your hands with one of his and holds them above your head.

when your pussy starts to squirt out more of her mess he knows you’re starting to get overstimulated, but he just can’t seem to get himself to care. when you get too fussy all he does is stuff two of his fat fingers in your mouth.

“yeah,” he looks down to see the mix of slick and sweat pooling at the base of his cock every time he pulls away from you. “pussy feels even better when it’s not a fucking brat in my ear.”

drool pools around your mouth when you go to say something. satorus positive it’s something along the lines of, “m’not a brat!” he’s just glad he doesn’t have to hear it.

your clit pulses against his moving fingers and he can tell your there, just a few more strokes and you’d be making another mess.

“you wanna cum, baby?” satoru watches you hurriedly nod and his eyebrows raise, ready to play. he keeps fucking you deeper and deeper and you swear your feel your pussy gradually molding just for his dick.

his cock getting messier by the second, white ring showing every time he pulls in and out of your pussy. as soon as satoru sees your eyes start to roll back, and feels that little pussy let go. he pulls right out.

the whine that escapes from your lips is beyond satisfying, he can barely hold his smile. “wha— ‘toru!!” your little fingers fly to your clit, trying to at least ease some of the dissatisfaction. you rub your middle and ring finger in circles on your little clit messily, not nearly doing it as fulfilling as your husband. when your twitchy pussy does nothing but ache you cry out.

your eyes are weeping when you look to see your husband already pulling his briefs up and laughing at you. “don’t look at me like that baby.” he looks down at your pretty pussy still leaking with his and your cum and licks his lips, “you had it coming’.

[sukirichi]

sweet angel

With a heart of gold, sweet lips, and white lace all over your body — he’s pretty sure you’re his sweet angel.

REQUEST. lingerie under his white button up shirt for gojo + somnophilia + established relationship + oblivious reader

CONTENT/WARNINGS. smut, somnophilia, mentions of insecurity, very slight angst, creampie, cockwarming, body marking, UNEDITED

NOTES. I haven’t written Gojo for a while but I sure do missed it! We’re gonna have more Gojo content this week too! if i finish my wips anyway lmao

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The clock blinks back a painful three am to you, the time way past what Gojo’s promised. You don’t stop the sigh leaving your cherry red lips as you stare at the mirror, jaw clenching at the sight. Today’s supposed to be your second anniversary with Gojo, and instead of spending it on a skyscraper dinner like last year’s, you both insisted on staying at home for a more romantic date instead.

Him being the strongest sorcerer, it’s only a given that he’ll be busy, even to this day. He’s unable to take a day off, but he promised to come home on time.

The dinner’s gone cold, the candles melted and aroma of roses sticking hard to the walls. You’re wearing his favourite black dress paired with ankle boots, wrists clinking from the bangles and makeup done to perfection. Today’s supposed to be simple, quiet, and romantic – especially with your surprise for him – but he’s still not home.

Washing your face in the sink and covering the dishes, you blow out the candles, heading back to your shared room to call it a day. You swipe your dress with Gojo’s white button, wanting to feel that he’s still with you even with just his scent.

A blaring red that reads three forty-five is the last thing you see as you burrow deep into the covers, trying your best to ignore the panging in your heart.

He promised he’d be home soon.

“Honey! I’m ho—” Gojo blinks at the darkness of your penthouse, hands patting the walls before flicking on the lights. He’s not surprised to see that it’s neat as usual, but then his gaze lands on the dining table, and that’s when he realizes he’s fucked up.

The candles are already melted halfway, one wine glass still and the other already washed in the sink. You must’ve taken a few sips as you waited for him; an image he can imagine already. He’s admired you long before dating you that Gojo’s used to your habits, like how you’d rotate the drink in your glass three times before you drink, tongue darting out to taste the wine mixing in with your lips.

He knows all this, mostly because it always drives him crazy when you do that, and he’s lost count of the times he’s pushed you up against the counter, shoving his tongue between your lips to find out what it is about wine and flavoured lipsticks you liked so much.

It’s a little hellish to him the more he thinks about it, even more so because you’re completely unaware of your effect on him.

But he’s not the only one, since no matter how perceptive Gojo could be, he’s scatterbrained more often than he likes to admit. And of fucking course he forgot tonight was your anniversary. He never set dates on his calendars, waving his hand and confidently stating he had an ultra memory and didn’t need reminders.

Well, now that ultra memory is reminding him of the last time he’s forgot to attend your work event, a time you needed him more than anything else, and you didn’t talk to him for a week straight.

He wishes you would shout at him, push or shove him even, call him names and tell him he’s horrible, but you’ve always been a sweet, little thing – you’re timid even in your frustration. You never glared at him, never scolded him, and it’s even more terrifying because you’re still so sweet to him – preparing him meals, giving him a kiss before he leaves for work – but Gojo isn’t entirely dumb. He notices how you turn away from him in your sleep, your arms that would usually be wrapped around his torso now hugging yourself in an attempt to make yourself small and invisible.

That’s how you felt every time Gojo doesn’t keep to his word.

Unseen. Unloved. Unheard. Unimportant. He’s no mind reader, but it’d be pushing it if he can’t even turn to your thoughts like that.

And even in your slumber, it’s written all over your face, evident in the way tears are staining your cheeks under the sheets. Gojo sighs upon seeing your crumpled form on the bed, your dress hanging neatly from the closet and your heels placed beneath it. He crouches down in front of the shoe, his hands crumpled into fists. This wasn’t just any shoe – it’s the one he made you get during that time you were debating whether you could pull it off, but he encouraged you that you looked gorgeous in anything. Despite having bought it a long time ago, you never wore it, only on this day because you trust your comfort and safety around him; one he’s so effortlessly crushed.

Gojo quickly changes into his pyjamas not long afterwards, sliding himself next to your body in slow, careful movements to not wake you up. Aside from a slight stir, you remain deep asleep, the frown permanent and deep on your face.

It breaks his heart to see you like this, especially because he knows he’s the one who caused it.

Gojo runs his hand across the apple of your cheeks, caressing your precious face on his palm before leaning forward to kiss your head. You smell amazing too, and yet, you’re uncomfortable with whatever’s playing in your head. He could take a good guess and assume it’s him.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs into your skin, sliding his arm over your body to pull you close to him. “I didn’t mean to forget, I’m so sorry. I’ll make it up to you somehow.”

He knows he should apologize when you’re awake, but he wants to say it now before his guilt eats up at him. Gojo’s eyes flutter close when his hands come into contact with something...lacey, and he pauses, lifting the sheets to inspect the material. He doesn’t really know what he’s expecting, but his breath stutters anyway, his aquamarine eyes zeroed in on his shirt draped over your form, the top three buttons left open and you’re not wearing shorts.

Gojo curses under his breath. His reaction is immediate; blood rushing to his groin and legs nudging yours apart. He doesn’t bother hiding under the sheets not anymore as he runs his hand over your body, his touch suddenly so cold in contrast to your warmth.

He’s fucked you a lot of times in different places and angles, so he shouldn’t be so nervous, yet he is, and his hands are fucking shaking.

His head snaps to your one more time, revelling in the way you open your legs just as he pries them apart. Even in your sleep, you’re still so trusting, so wanting – so perfect for him. Gojo situates himself between your thighs as he unbuttons your shirt one by one, his teeth clenched so hard it wouldn’t be anything surprising if he actually cracked his jaw.

You’re nothing short of looking like an angel; the thigh straps squeezing the flesh of your thighs and exuding such heavenly beauty he’s stunned.

You let out a sigh at his erection rubbing you through his boxers, completely unaware that Gojo’s fallen back on his thighs, eyes wide at the white lingerie set clad in your body. He licks at his lips, debating which land he should trudge on first.

The thigh straps he wants to rip with his fingers, the white lace panty that’s already nearly transparent with your arousal, or the frilly cups holding your breasts in place?

This is the first time Gojo’s gotten close to losing his mind, and lose his mind he did. Thoughts of making it up to you flies out the window, his emotions running turbulent with anger and regret in place. If he’d just gotten home, if he’d just killed the curses faster, he could’ve kissed you and heard you beg for him in your awakened state; he’d have the pleasure of seeing you squirm under him while he rips this pretty set apart.

His dick throbs harder at the fact you wore this for him, but you must’ve been so tired and sad to wear proper pyjamas. Should he be thankful? Angry at himself for making you feel this way?

He doesn’t fucking now, his mind is nothing but a mess as he sucks a wet spot into the juncture of your neck, large hands groping your breast. You mewl a little at the contact, neck arching to the side while you sigh, that slight dip in your brow a telltale you must be still in a sleepy daze.

“Fuck, baby,” he mutters through pants as he cups your mound, only to be met with such astounding wetness. You look so innocent right now in comparison to your soft moans that it ruins him. You’re a good girl, such a sweet lover for him that you’re always letting him take in charge under the trust he’ll make you feel good. This trust is extended even in your wildest dreams, but you don’t need to worry about that. He’ll soon make it a reality.

Gojo is too needy that he doesn’t bother pulling your thong off anymore, pulling it to the side with two fingers before his thumb flicks at your clit. He’s rewarded with a sharp inhale, cheeks planted to the pillows and you look so pretty, so hauntingly oblivious that the only thing able to pull the strongest sorcerer limb by limb apart is through your needy wet cunt.

He aligns himself with your entrance, groaning when his tip is coated with your slick, the warmth of your pussy radiating off of him. It’s fucking stupid that Gojo shivers, and he knows it’s pathetic because he chuckles, lifting both your legs up before he hugs them to his chest.

You’re so wet that Gojo no longer finds the need to prepare you, his eyes falling down to where your bodies connect, breath taken away at how your lips eagerly spread apart to take him in. He’s a little too big for your tiny, sweet pussy that your lips pinch into a flat line, chest rasping up and down.

He wants to apologize, wants to caress your face and look you in the eyes as usual to tell you that you’re doing good, just breathe and the pain will be gone soon.

The situation deprives him of that privilege, so he’s left with no choice but to kiss your ankles affectionately before thrusting all the way in. A loud moan echoes around the room the moment he’s seated in, dick throbbing inside your heated pussy that’s so tight it’s nearly suffocating.

“Oh, my baby,” he thrusts in slowly, not wanting to completely wake you up despite the fact you’re unconsciously grabbing the sheets already. “My sweet, pretty angel – I’m so sorry daddy couldn’t fuck you tonight but look at you, you’re so wet,” he bites your calf at the last word to muffle his groans, the tight sucking in of your pussy to his length making his cock throb. “Did you touch yourself when I was gone, hm? You must be so unsatisfied, but I’m here now, I’ll take care of you.”

Gojo’s unable to keep his promise to you before, but he’ll definitely keep this promise now. He leaves little love marks at your skin, reaching forward to tug the cups of your bra down. He’s rewarded with the intoxicating luxury of watching your breasts bounce at his pace, your nipples the only thing stopping the material from completely falling.

You mewl at the pleasure he’s giving you, the constant friction of your hardened buds against the cups must be so heavenly by now, and you’re tightening around him, walls clamped down over his dick that Gojo never wants to let go.

He thrusts harder this time in response to your greedy sucking, his tip kissing your cervix. You throw your head back deeper into the pillows, hands patting every spot beside you. He knows that look all too well – mouth falling open, eyes shut tight, brows pinched together and that angelic little pant – it’s the face you always wear when you’re about to cum and Gojo wants to make it up to you, pushing your legs to the side before heaving his weight forward.

“Aw, baby,” he coos, “Coming already?”

The sudden stretch in your body only has your walls sucking him harder, his hips stuttering in its pace. Gojo kisses you flat on the lips as his hands thread to yours, squeezing it momentarily just as pleasure washes over him too. You come first, the spasms of your cunt similar to that one time you’ve accidentally gripped him too hard in your hand that Gojo’s cum suddenly landed on your eye. It’s tight, too fucking tight, that Gojo actually loses the ability to breathe.

His hips snap harder, dick driving deeper into your hole that’s already leaking out with cum. Your precious lingerie set is ruined, guaranteed to get him another pout that Gojo shakes his head, gripping hard at your hips while he chases his own high.

“I’ll get you another one, angel, I’ll buy you – fuck! – all the sets you need if it means dressing pretty for me like this,” he stutters in one breath, mouth latching around your nipple. He tugs at it in his need to reach his breaking point, no longer caring that you’ll wake up anytime soon, not when he’s so close and the squelching of your pussy sounds like heavenly music to his ears. Gojo thrusts in one last time hard enough that his balls make a loud slapping sound against your ass, but he doesn’t slide out, keeping himself right deep into your cunt in his orgasm.

Breathing heavily, Gojo falls on top of you, thankfully still strong enough to not crush you with his weight. He’s leaving fluttering kisses all over your face, your sweat slicking his skin.

He wants to pull out from the sensitivity, but you feel so warm and comfortable that Gojo plops down to the side, hugging your back and kissing your shoulder with panted breaths. You’re still recovering from the tremors of your orgasm that’s most likely still a dream to you, body trembling in his arms. Gojo does you a favour by throwing your bra to the side, his hands acting as a replacement for the missing piece.

He sighs onto your neck, barely managing to properly cover the both of your bodies in his exhaustion after a long day. He holds you close and tight in his arms, an I love you merely audible from his lips, followed by a regretful I’m sorry.

Gojo dreads tomorrow morning, in all honesty. There’s no easy way to explain that he “simply forgot” after all your efforts, his heart already darkening with the fear of seeing you pull away like you did the last time. His eyes droop down as he makes a mental note to just do whatever he can, but you’re stirring in his arms, lips puckered at the edge of his jaw.

“Satoru,” you whisper, hands tracing patterns on his chest. “You’re home. I’m glad.”

Soft snores follow after that, but Satoru is wide awake just as you’ve fallen asleep once more. He’s left speechless, and he doesn’t hold back in hugging you closer to his chest as a silent promise of never leaving you alone again. Even now, you’re still such a sweet angel, and how lucky is he to find someone like that?

[nocoffeeorbreakfast]

TW: Nanami is a whole problem 🥴, CHOKING, FACE FUCKING, CURSING, HAIR PULLING, HARD DOM NANAMI, NAME-CALLING... LISTEN IT'S A RIDE, OKAY?!!

Summary: You're stuck working overtime with Kento Nanami. He's not happy about it and neither are you, but a slip up changes everything.

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Working overtime

We’ll be working late to finalize the last case Gojo worked, because of course he didn’t do his paperwork. You should cancel any plans you have, and order dinner. I don’t want to be here all-night working overtime.

I sit staring at the email from the cranky, no nonsense, short tempered, stick up his butt, Kento Nanami. Not a single request to be read, just demands. Rude. Why do I have to stay with him?

It’s Gojo’s paperwork, why doesn’t he stay? I know the answer to that as soon as it enters my brain. Gojo does not do paperwork, and he’s so powerful no one is going to say anything to him. Ugh, but at least Gojo is fun.

 Thinks back to a very fun night after a particularly wild holiday staff party. It was before Nanami had came back to work  at the school. Gojo had offered body shots off his chiseled chest and abs, and I was too drunk to say no. I woke up the next morning naked in his bed. I grabbed my clothes and ran out before he could wake up. He sleeps with so many people I don’t think he noticed or cared when I wasn’t there. Neither of us chose to bring it up ever again and that worked out just fine for me.

Nanami would never. Can’t imagine that man ever smiling, most definitely not having fun. He doesn’t talk to anyone more than he has to, but sometimes he gets stuck with me because while I can’t actually see or kill curses, my technique allows me to sense their energies, scents, and any other traces. So, my paperwork for cases are very detailed and helpful for unsolved cases. I order dinner to be delivered later, and against my better judgement, I order some for him too. Past experiences tell me that he won’t eat, which means he’ll be even crankier. 

I’m working along when I feel eyes watching me. I look up and Nanami is leaning against my door frame. He already looks tired of literally everything.

Did you see my email?

This is a waste. He is religious about ‘read receipts’ on his emails, so not sure why we must have this conversation, but I know it’s not worth the fight. Without looking up from my work, I answer him.

“Yeah, I did. I’ll be here, and we shouldn’t have to stay too late. I also ordered two dinners in case you want one.”

Great. Good girl.

I’m sorry what?! My brain short circuits for a split second. I look up, but he’s gone. I can hear him walking down the hall. What did he just say? What was that? I must be tripping. He probably meant nothing. I probably heard wrong anyway.

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5pm finally arrives. I grab the dinners and head to his office. I know he was out working a case most of the afternoon, but I’m pretty sure I heard him come back. I walk in his office and stop short .His tie is loose, his suit jacket is off, and his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows. His blonde hair was slightly disheveled. I have never seen him so casual. It’s jarring. He looks much better this way. What?! That’s a very unsettling thought.

Are you just going to stand there, or do you plan to come do some work?

I shake out of my daze. Didn’t realize I was sitting there staring at him. I walk towards him and hand him his dinner. He actually takes it and opens it; and starts to eat. Well, that’s a small win for me. He actually took it and didn’t say anything about it. I’m still surprised by how he looks.

“Rough day in the field?”

He looks up at me for a split second, lips pursed for a question, before going back to his computer.

Yes. Gojo is training that Itadori kid, and that makes him even more distracted so it makes my job harder when he calls me for help. Anyways, let's get to work. Take a look at this file.

He moves to the side so I can see the computer. I read over the file for a few minutes. Make notes of a few things.

”Can we go to the site? I really need to feel the room.”

He sighs audibly, but he grabs his jacket and keys and walks out the room. I grab my notepad and pen and scramble after him. I guess that’s a yes? Geez would it kill him to be a little more friendly? We walk out to his car, he surprises me by opening the door for me. I mumble out a ‘Thank you’ and climb in. He gets in the driver’s side and starts the car. He just stares at me for a bit, like he’s waiting for something. I’m wondering why we aren’t pulling off.

“Did I forget something?”

He angrily reaches over and grabs my seatbelt, then fastens it for me. He brushes across my chest and I catch a whiff of his cologne. I straighten up in a panic the moment he touches me.

 “What the hell, Nanami?!” I screech.

He mumbles under his breath, Why wouldn’t you put your seatbelt on as soon as you get in the car?

He drives away and I am completely rattled. He fastened my seatbelt like I was a child. But also, why does he smell so good? Good lord. We get to the site, and begin looking around. I take notes of different things. I’m completely zoned out and in my own world, scribbling different notes. I turn around to ask him a question, but he is right in front of me with his cursed weapon out. He slams the wall right behind me. I jump and drop everything in my hands.

“What the fuck?! SHIT!”

I look up at him completely rattled. He is inches from my face.

You shouldn’t use that kind of language; it doesn’t fit your mouth. Did you not feel that curse behind you?

“What curse Nanami?! Don’t do that fucking shit! Say something next time, I can just move. Jesus!!”

He puts his weapon back in it’s holder, mumbling under his breath about how curses masking their energies could pose a bigger problem. I finally feel the remnants of the curse I assumed he just exorcised behind me. I glance in the spot his weapon just was.

“It didn’t hide it’s energy, I just wasn’t paying any fucking attention, but shit, you could have just told me to move. You didn’t have to attack me and give me a fucking heart attack.”

That language really doesn’t fit your mouth…

“What the fuck are you talking about?!”

He comes back to stand over me and grabs my face.

I said don’t use that type of language. It doesn’t fit that pretty mouth of yours.

“…. What?!”

It’s barely a whisper because that statement knocks the wind out of me. My brain scrambles to process what is happening. Nanami is standing over me, holding my face, talking about my mouth is pretty? What? Before I can come up with any kind of answer he lets go of my face and puts some distance between us.

That language does not become you. I apologize for not warning you first, but I just saw the curse behind you and acted before I realized what I was doing.

He backs away from me and pulls out his phone. He runs his hand through his hair absentmindedly.

Do you have all you need for your report? I would like to get back to school before it gets too late.

I stand there, staring into his back, trying to form words and process what just happened. I can still feel his hand gripping my face and his cologne still tickles my nose. My feet are moving before I realize I’m walking. I grab his arm and try with all might to swing him around to face me.

“Nanami… don’t act like that was normal.”

It wasn’t normal, so I apologized. Next time I will try to remember to say something instead of just swinging my weapon at you.

He doesn’t even bother to barely look at me. He pulls away and begins to walk away. My blood starts to boil. He’s treating me like I’m stupid. Like if he doesn’t acknowledge it then it didn’t happen? Like he didn’t just do what the fuck he just did?! What am I, a fucking child? I step in front of him, blocking his path.

“What the fuck, Nanami?! I am not talking about the damn weapon although you should have just said something, but what about what you said and did? Are going to fucking explain that shit? Stop treating me like a child you can just ignore. What the fuck was that?!”

He closes his eyes, and mumbles “I tried” under his breath. His hand shoots out quickly and grabs my throat. I instantly realize how much shorter than him I am when he pulls me up on my tip toes and leans down to my ear.

I tried to get you to ignore my awful behavior, I even apologized, but you continue to use foul language that distorts that pretty mouth of yours. Yes, I said you had a pretty mouth, a mouth that would be much more useful wrapped around my dick instead of spouting obscenities just for the sake of being bratty.

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He pushes me down so I’m not on my tiptoes anymore, and pushes me against the wall behind me. His other hand slams against the wall just beside my head. He squeezes my throat tighter while caressing the bottom of my jawline with his finger. He leans in even closer to my ear, his jawline pressed against my cheek, and  his lips just barely grazing my ear.

You seem to prefer this reaction to the apology. Your heartbeat quickened the first time I grabbed your face. Your breath slowed when I said you had a pretty mouth. Then you continued to curse even after I told you not to. I’ve heard you say more obscenities than I’ve ever heard you speak sentences, so I’m convinced that was on purpose. Well since you want this version of me, I’ll be more than happy to deliver. It’s already been a very long day. I will bury my dick in you and fill you up with my frustrations. Is that what you want? Is that how you want this to go?

His grip loosens slightly on my throat, and he pulls away to where he can see my face. Clearly waiting for an answer. My brain is screaming at me, asking so many questions, processing, but there is a part of me that is screaming even louder. He’s so close I can smell him again. His lips just barely within in reach, his eyes intense, and God his voice in my ear and his hand on my throat have me dripping. I look him in his eyes and nod my head. His hand moves from my throat and grabs my hair. His fingers work their way into my curls and grab a handful. He tilts my head and begins licking and sucking on my neck. My gasp is so sharp he might as well still be choking me. His other hand is all over me, groping me, grabbing me. Were his hands always this big? He grips my ass so hard my knees buckle. Seems that’s what he was waiting for, because as soon as they do he pushes me down to my knees. The cold floor is no match for the heat coming from between my legs. He loosens his tie, and I realize that even though this is my first time seeing this sight, it’s one I will never tire of. He kneels down so that he’s eye to eye with me. His hand is gripping my hair so I have no choice but to look him in his eyes.

I really want to put this tie around this pretty neck of yours, but I think you will have a hard enough time breathing without it. That is the only bit of mercy I will provide. Understood?

I nod my head slowly.

Answer me. Don’t get quiet now. That mouth was working overtime just a few moments ago, so I know you can speak.

“Yes sir.”

He raises an eyebrow at my response and is that a smirk?! I don’t know where that answer came from but it felt like the only possible choice.

Keep that energy…

He stands back up and unbuckles his pants. He reaches in his black boxer briefs and pulls out his dick. I stare in fascination. Will I be able to fit all that in my mouth?! It’s so thick. He was not joking about not breathing. I glance up at him, questioning the literal task in front of me. There’s definitely a smirk just before he grabs my hair and pushes his way to the back of my throat. My eyes immediately tear up at the intrusion, and my hands come up to his stomach.

No hands…

His tone makes my hands instantly drop. He slides his other hand in my hair and begins working in and out of my mouth. Each thrust further back into my throat. A whimper escapes my mouth just as I start to gag. My hands come up again on reflex. He pulls out of my mouth so fast; I’m left gasping for air. A string of drool following his dick. He yanks me to my feet and turns me around. He grabs my arms and pulls them behind my back. I feel what I assume is his tie being wrapped around my wrists. He pulls it tight. He presses his body against mine and I grind my ass into that third leg of his. He grabs my hair and yanks my head back. He licks up my neck until he gets to my ear.

Relax your throat and breathe through your nose.

He turns me around and drops me to my knees before I can respond. He grabs both sides of my head and slides back in. He works to the back of my throat and sits there. I look up at him in a panic. He gives me a knowing look. I take a deep breath, relax and my throat opens up. I inhale through my nose and give in to him.

Good girl…

God, that statement and his tone has an effect on me. He finally pulls out and starts fucking my face with intensity. Wet sounds, grunts and moans echo through the room. Tears stream down my face. Every time I think I can’t handle anymore, he pulls out just enough so I can get a small breath. I look up at him expecting to see his eyes closed, but they’re staring into mine. Almost non blinking as he grunts into me. I squeeze my thighs together, hoping my jeans will give some kind of relief to my leaking hole. Suddenly, I feel his shoe press against my crotch. I try to look down, but grips my hair tighter.

Keep your eyes on me…

He works in and out of my mouth while grinding his foot harder into me. I’m humping his foot like a bitch in heat, desperate for any kind of relief. I’m whimpering, and my vision is blurred from the tears, but I never take my eyes off of him. He yanks out of my mouth and stops grinding my crotch in one movement. I should be embarrassed by the audible whine that leaves my mouth, but I’m too far gone to care. He yanks me to my feet, unfastens my pants, yanks them down, and turns me around in what feels like one move. He bends me over a table that I have no recollection of existing, and presses my face against the cold, smooth surface. I feel him behind me, and momentarily panic as I think once again if I’ll be able to fit all of him inside of me. Just as I’m about to say something I feel his tongue lick me slowly from my clit to my anus. Good lord, his tongue is wide. Felt like he cupped my whole pussy in it. I’m thankful for the table, because that one lick would have had me on the floor. His tongue is working in and out of my ass, gripping my cheeks. I’m convinced Nanami is an ass man at this point, if nothing else, from the hums that rattle in his throat. He slides two fingers in my dripping pussy, and once again I wonder if his hands were always this big. The wetter I get, the faster he goes. His fingers and tongue working in tandem to my demise. I’m moving and grinding, chasing the orgasm that is right there, so close I can taste it.  He turns his fingers over and slides a third finger in, stretching me even wider. The moment I feel his fingers drum on my spot I lose all control. I come screaming into the table and dousing his hand. He grabs his tie around my wrists like reins and stands up.

That should help…

“Should help what?! What do you…”

His dick pushes in me before I can finish the sentence. God, I thought I was full before. There was no comparison to this feeling. I’ve never been so full in my life. He grips the tie tighter and bucks into me with ferocity. He works in and out of me, and because of this table I can’t go anywhere. Every time he strokes, my hips hit the table and ricochet back onto him, which sends me into the table again. It’s a very vicious cycle.

I’ve often wondered how that ass would look bent over my dick. Take all of it. Don’t you dare fucking run. Not that you have a choice. Such a mouthy little bitch. Where are all those obscenities now that my dick is rubbing against your walls? What’s wrong, cat got your tongue?

“Fuck, shit, god damn, Nanami… please!” I whine out with my eyes squeezed shut.

Ah there she is. I knew I hadn’t broken you yet. Don’t worry I will.

I can hear the smile in voice and I know he means it. One hand leaves the tie and squeezes the back of my neck, pressing me deeper into the table. His other hand grips the tie tighter.

Hold on slut, this will get rough.

“HOLD ONTO WHAT?!”

He slams into me so hard my legs give out, but of course I go nowhere. This has to be the world’s strongest table. Slapping and wet sounds are drowned out by my screaming. Over and over he slams into me, my eyes rolling into the back of my head and I think this is how I die… I’m going to pass out on his dick and die here. I can feel my juices leaking out of me, sliding down my legs. My clit is constantly rubbing against the puddle beneath me, sending me into even more of  a  frenzy. I come howling and whining a sound that can’t be human, gripping his dick, milking him as my orgasm pours out of me. I feel him slide out my hole just after I hit my peak. His hot come shoots all over back. When did he push my shirt up? He paints me in his come and I know I’ll need a new shirt regardless. His grip loosens on my neck and wrists. I attempt to get up.

Stay there.

He unties my wrists and my arms fall to my sides. He pulls out a handkerchief and wipes my back as clean as he can. He leans down and attempts to lick me clean, but it’s a useless feat. Finally, I feel the handkerchief wipe between my legs. He stands me up, drapes his jacket over my shoulders, and turns me around to face him. I lean into him, trying to get my bearings, wishing my legs would stop shaking.

I don’t know your birth control methods, so I’ll have to buy you a new shirt since I ruined this one in my hastiness. Forgive me. Let’s get you to a shower.

“I’m on the pill” I answer offhandedly. He raises an eyebrow at me. God that eyebrow is going to be the death of me.

“I don’t stay around here and my keys are back at the school.”

You’re coming to my place. I’m not done with you yet.

“But the report..”

We’ll finish it tomorrow. I’ve worked enough overtime for today.

I most definitely can’t argue with him there. He places a firm hand on the small of my back and leads me out the door. When we walk into his place he asks me if it’s ok if my hair gets wet or if I need a shower cap. I tell him it can get wet, probably needs it after our session. He puts me in a hot shower and slow fucks me into delirium. Holding me on his shoulders and licking me like a starved man. He takes me to his bedroom and dries me off. My body feels rejuvenated, and I'm ready for sleep.

Oh I’m not done with you yet. I just needed to work your body back up to go again. Now, on your knees and open that pretty mouth of yours.

Then he spends the rest of the night filling me with all his frustrations from the day just like he said.

[voiidlizrd]

hi i'm sorry but do you think we could get a part two of gojo, toji, and naoya cheating? where their ex so finds someone new and they have a family or smth

Of course! Thank you so much for the ask!

Warning: Unhealthy past relationships, mentions of stalking, Naoya.

JUJUTSU KAISEN CHARACTERS WHEN THEIR S/O GETS INTO ANOTHER RELATIONSHIP (PT. 2)

Totally doesn’t care! His ego isn’t hurt one bit knowing you moved on so easily!

Let’s be honest, he’s not doing alright in the slightest.

Not only is he saying “what makes them so special” about your new significant other, but he’s trying hard to get you back.

Gojo actually decided to go to where you were staying (whether it was your house or apartment or your new s/o’s) and waiting until you finally answered his loud knocking at the door.

When you did, you weren’t really surprised or shocked to see him. You just kinda leaned against the doorframe with an unamused look on your face.

Gojo definitely hated that expression.

“Been a while, right? I missed you.”

You didn’t answer him, you only hummed in responds.

“Look I just- I wanted to say that I’m sorry. I want to make it up to you. I want to be with you again. You are my one and only!”

Now that made you burst out laughing. You tried to hold it back, but it was just too funny and ironic! Gojo could only stand there stupid while you tried to catch your breath.

“Sorry, ‘one and only?’ That’s a good one.”

Ouch. Another shot to his already deflated ego.

“Look Satoru, it’s cute that you came all this way just to say you’re sorry, but there’s no way I’m getting back with you.” You chuckled again.

“I wish you the best of luck. I mean, you are the most powerful sorcerer out there so it won’t be so hard finding someone else, right?”

With that you just closed the door before he could say anything more. This wasn’t how much of his relationships ended up. They would crawl and beg to be taken back, tell him that they forgive him. Gojo didn’t realize how his “sorry” just slipped his tongue so easily, just like every other short relationship he’s had.

You found someone better than him, someone that made you more happier than he made you.

Gojo wasn’t all to happy about that, but there wasn’t much he could do about it. Any attempt Gojo would throw at you would be crushed with a smile on your face.

Did you enjoy seeing him try his hardest to make it up to you? It was just a one time thing! Could you be anymore petty?

Gojo would always tell himself that when the swell of guilt in his chest would get too large. He tried to reason that he wasn’t at fault for any of this. But all his senses told him it was, deep down he knew.

You moved on while he couldn’t, and it was his own fault.

Good for you. He’s happy for you, totally.

Toji is a total liar, he isn’t happy. In fact, he’s more grumpy and angry than before now that you’re in a new and much better relationship.

But Toji remembers what you saw, what he did. He knew this would happen either way once you figured it out. He just didn’t expect your lack of care in the world for it.

He saw you with your new significant other, smiling lovingly at them. That was him before he decided to throw it all away. Toji almost laughed bitterly at the thought, he threw out most of everything in his life.

It was a depressing to remember the love you had given him, the attention and care. The time you put in to make him more softer around you.

That only made him angrier at himself for just wasting it away.

He doesn’t try to get you back, but he does watch you from afar. The envy in his eyes at your significant other could possibly kill them, hell he might just try.

Oh boy Naoya is throwing a fit over it. He’ll probably say very loudly to his servants or male colleagues that you’re a bitch and a whore for leaving him. He ended things with the mistress and blamed her for everything that happened.

He might even stalk you and pretty much blame you as well for the whole divorce. You weren’t being a good wife, that’s why he cheated. You clearly weren’t being a good housewife! It’s all about blaming you rather than accepting the small little voice in his head, that small little boy that wasn’t subjected to misogyny, the one that keeps telling him it was all his fault. That he was unfaithful.

He was being a bad husband. He wasn’t being the proper working husband for his wife. He never came home with a smile on his face, greeting his wife and asking if there’s any help she needs. After all, sometimes you were a bit clumsy. As a husband, he was suppose to provide for you, he was suppose to keep you happy.

He wasn’t suppose to hurt you.

On his many moments of stalking you, you finally confronted him one day on your many shopping runs.

“Look Naoya, I find your desperation real cute, but it’s getting annoying.”

God he hated your overall sincerity and new laid back attitude. He tried winning your heart again but your new significant other clearly had your heart, just like he had yours once.

He broke down one day in private. He wanted you, he needed you, he wanted you back. So. Badly. He even thought about begging on his knees for you to leave your lover for him, promising he would do you better and do you right. But his pride held him back. The weight of being a Zenin held him back.

He still has the photo of the day you two got married. He was so happy that day, the happiest man alive. You were smiling. That smile, it was much more happier and loving than the smile you gave him the day you left. He thought he could find another wife. Another submissive, doting, and loving wife. But none of them were you, none of them had that irritating stubbornness as you, no one made his heart skip a beat, not a single woman that came from other clans even compared to you.

He really screwed up.

Sorry if this isn’t as good as the other part! I’ve been going through some MAJOR writers block (reason for my late post). But thank you so much for the ask Anon! I really appreciate it!

[itadorisgf]

— a fall from grace

aka break up headcanons

⤷ anonymous asked: hi! what if u wrote angst headcanons on how megumi or itadori would react to breaking up with y/n? like what do u think would make them break up in the first place😳. anyways i hope u have a good rest of ur day!!💗💗

note: oooo angst, i hope i did your suggestion justice and that this was angsty enough!! i hope you have a lovely day as well <33333

ft. fushiguro megumi, gojo satoru, itadori yuuji, nanami kento, nobara kugisaki

warning: angst

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FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

reason: bad at communicating

fushiguro has never been good at expressing his feelings.

he cares for you, he really does, but he’s always felt that it’s unneeded for him to show that.

you should just know that he does. if he didn’t love you then why would he be dating you?

if he didn’t want you then why would he bother to be in a relationship with you?

he doesn’t understand that it feels like he just doesn’t care about your relationship at times.

nor does he understand that sometimes you need reassurance that he does indeed care about you.

it’s hard when he’s not very affectionate and he tends to be short and dry when conversing.

and that’s just who fushiguro is. it’s a natural part of his personality to not exactly be open with his emotions and feelings.

so you break up with him. it’s not that you don’t love fushiguro, you do, but you can’t be in a relationship where you continuously question whether or not he actually wants to be with you.

fushiguro becomes more reserved and closed off following your break up.

his friends would playfully ask him why he’s being more emo than usual, but when fushiguro doesn’t respond at all, they understand that it’s serious.

he wonders if he was more expressive and open with how he felt about you, would you still be here?

GOJO SATORU

reason: too flippant

the fact that gojo’s deemed the most powerful shaman there is by others has made his ego grow exponentially.

he’s well aware of how many view him, as some sort of celebrity, and he revels in the praise and adoration that they shower him with.

gojo’s cheeky and will indulge those who admire him by playfully flirting back with them when they come onto him.

and when you bring up your concerns about how you’re not necessarily comfortable with how gojo interacts with his admirers, he brushes you off.

tells you that you’re the only one for him and that he doesn’t mean anything by flirting with them. it’s harmless.

and it may be true that they don’t matter to gojo, but the way he so easily sweeps your feelings to the side hurts.

you try one last time to explain how you feel to gojo, emphasizing that the way he disregards your worries upsets you.

and once again, gojo addresses the discussion in a very lighthearted and casual way that makes it feel like he’s downplaying how you feel.

when you break up with him, he thinks you’re joking. when you make it clear to gojo that you’re not joking and that you’re entirely serious, he just says okay and leaves.

he thinks you’re overreacting, and in need of some time to cool down. he assures himself that when he comes home later, you’ll be waiting for him.

but, you’re not. all your belongings are cleared from your shared apartment, and that’s when gojo realizes how much he’s utterly fucked up.

however, gojo is too prideful to admit that he’s messed up. he continues on like normal, flirting even more heavily with his fans, but he doesn’t care for any of them.

how could he when none of them are you?

ITADORI YUUJI

reason: too caring

itadori’s heart is simply too big.

you love that he’s so willing to help others and that he cares deeply for his friends, but you can’t stand the way that he holds little to no value for his own life.

he’s willing to throw himself head first into a fight in order to protect others.

itadori has a strong sense of duty as sukuna’s vessel. he knows that there are some things that only he can do as sukuna’s vessel that other sorcerers can’t, and who was he to turn his back on those in need when he could help them?

you try to convince him to care a little more about himself and itadori assures you he’ll be more cautious, but he continues to put himself in danger, often resulting in him getting injured.

and you love itadori too much to watch him throw his life away.

when you break up with him, itadori is confused. he thought things were going great between you two.

you tell him that you love him, but you can’t just sit and wonder if one day he isn’t going to come back from an exorcism.

you can’t stand seeing him bleeding and battered when he returns from missions.

you’ve already lost him once, you won’t be around to lose him again.

breaking up with itadori hurts both of you, but you have to do this. so you kiss him one last time, whispering an i love you against his lips and say goodbye.

itadori is heartbroken after you break up with him, but he tries to cover it up.

he’s still his regular cheery self, but it’s not as genuine.

fushiguro and nanami can tell that something’s off with him, but neither of them press itadori to tell them what’s wrong.

itadori is still in love you, but he has a duty to fulfill and he’ll see it through until the end.

NANAMI KENTO

reason: blunt

nanami doesn’t believe in sugar coating things or beating around the bush. he doesn’t see the point in it. he believes it’s important to be truthful and direct.

so he can be rather calloused and inconsiderate at times, even insensitive.

with his tone, he even sounds accusatory when you’ve done nothing wrong.

it’s humiliating. the way he lectures you as if you’re a child rather than an equal.

nanami’s tone is frightening, calm and even, but you can feel the anger radiating off of him. his words are cold as he berates you for needlessly putting your life at risk during a joint mission.

he goes so far as to say “you should have known that you were too weak to face that curse alone.”

and maybe it’s true, but you can’t stand the way that nanami talks down to you. it’s not the first time it’s happened either.

and you’ve had enough of it.

you break up with him and all nanami does is coolly reply that you’re acting irrationally and immaturely.

nanami’s frustrated that you’re unable to understand how he’s concerned for your well-being. you shouldn’t have attempted to face a cursed being of that level by yourself and you could’ve easily gotten yourself killed.

the aftermath of your breakup is messy.

you’re both sorcerers, but you avoid nanami to the best of your ability, partnering up with others for assigned missions.

on the outside, nanami seems to be completely unaffected by the breakup.

but behind his goggles, his eyes are more tired than usual and his patience with gojo has thinned even more so, causing him to easily snap at the man.

nanami doesn’t mind overtime as much as he once did.

he loathes how a quiet apartment is the only thing waiting for him when he gets off of work.

so he picks up more missions just to avoid the loneliness that awaits him.

NOBARA KUGISAKI

reason: impulsive

nobara often speaks without thinking beforehand.

she tends to say whatever comes to her mind, sometimes disregarding how others may feel.

you love the way that she speaks her mind, bold and totally unafraid of whoever she’s talking to. in fact, you even admire it.

but when you get into fights, nobara doesn’t hold back. she says anything and everything that comes to mind.

most of the stuff she says, she doesn’t mean. she just gets so frustrated and worked up that it just all comes spewing out in the heat of the moment.

but her thoughtlessness cuts deep and opens wounds you’ve worked hard to heal.

it’s during one of your fights that nobara lets it slip “god why am i even dating you?”

all the fight is drained out of you once you hear that. you don’t want to argue with her anymore so you tell her that she doesn’t need to worry about this relationship anymore because it’s over now, and walk out.

nobara’s reaction time is delayed, sputtering as she processes what you’ve said.

when she gathers her bearings and runs out the door, you’re already gone.

nobara would talk about your breakup with whoever’s around to listen. she neglects to mention that you’re the one to have broken up with her and rants about all of your flaws and why you weren’t a good s/o.

but when nobara’s alone, she misses you terribly and wishes that she could take back what she said.

as she lies in bed, she replays all of the things she spat at you in fits of anger.

she didn’t mean any of it.

she loved you, and still does.

[that-bi-bitch-writes]

A Cursed Reality- JJK x Male Reader (Ch.10)

This Chapter is kind of short because I didn't know how to connect the events of this chapter to the next so I broke it off here. This may or may not mean that the next chapter will be longer

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“I can’t afford to be seen by anyone from that school… so I’ll be going now. If you want to help him, then help him. I don’t know if you cursed spirits feel affection for each other though” Geto said to an unknown spirit as he turned to leave the scene

“#(@*#” the spirit replied

“Talking Big. Know your place, cursed spirit.” 

As Gojo and Yuji remained focused on the free rolling head of Jogo [Name] looks off into the distance, feeling something nagging at him. Almost as if someone was calling his name faintly in the distance. He waited a few seconds but when he heard nothing, he turned back to the conversation.

“Is there something nie waiting for you if you kill me? Gojo asked “Anyway, who're we looking for?” he said in reference to his earlier question. Gojo may be an idiot but even a child could see that there was someone else pulling the strings. Neither he nor [Name] had any dreams of being a marionette.

“Hurry up!” the older sorcerer teased “I’m gonna exorcize you. Actually I’m gonna exorcize you either way”

Yuji, still new to all this, was wondering why this was his first time experiencing a curse that was capable of communication. [Name] turned to give an explanation but suddenly dodged as a huge branch missed his face and nearly impaled Gojo. The curse and the sorcerers were on guard until a bunch of flowers blossomed around the branch and caused a big enough distraction for Jogo’s head to be retrieved.

Gojo, Yuji, and [Name] snapped out of their flower induced daze and spotted the culprit running away. Two branches grew out of the ground and tried to trap Yuji and [Name] in an effort to distract Gojo.

“I’m fine sensei!! Go after them!!” Yuji screamed out while hanging upside down. Gojo turned to see [Name]’s predicament, but the second year had already blasted his branch away, shooting him an unimpressed look. “It’s gonna take a lot more than that to take me down. Go after them I got the puppy”

Gojo nodded and headed toward the cursed spirit but it already got away. He turned around to see Yuji hit the ground hard and [Name] throw his head back while cackling. Though the two were having fun it was obvious they’d realized the severity of the situation. The first year got down on the ground and bowed thinking that Gojo’s split second hesitation was the reason the curse got away.

“High level cursed spirits working together? This is getting fun” Gojo said before becoming really serious “Yuji… It’s not just you- I want all of you kids to get strong enough to beat something like that”

“Win against that?!” yuji asked while grimacing in uncertainty

“It’s better to have a solid Goal right?”

“Um- I had no idea what was going on” the first year admitted

“Set a goal and work hard to get there. We’re gonna speed up the schedule a little for the next month you’re gonna watch movies and fith me.”

“Fight you??”

“After that field work. I’ll have you take on tough missions. You’ll learn the basics of jujutsu and how to use it. We’ll show off at the goodwill event.”

“Question!!”Yuji cheered excitedly 

“Yes Yuji!!!”

“What's the goodwill event”

“Didn’t I tell you??”

“Two things” [Name] interrupted “One. When would you have time to tell him in between him dying and coming back like a pink haired rip off of Christ. And Two, since I’m not allowed to participate in the Goodwill event leave me out of this”

“Oh?” Gojo asked teasingly “You’re gonna miss out on training? He’ll be sad to hear that”

“He?? You’re not leading the missions?”

“Nope.”

“... I’m in”

Ijichi sat nervously in front of Principal Yagamichi praying that [Name] got the white haired sorcerer back to campus sometime soon.

Geto on the other hand opened a door only to be met with beach scenery and the sight of a curse sitting on a chair relaxing. 

“This is quite a calm domain”

“What’s happening to Jogo, Geto?” the curse asks

“At death’s door. But Hanami went after him so he's probably okay.”

“How irresponsible. You encouraged him, right?

“Hardly I tried to stop him.” Geto looks to the doorway to see Hanami clutching Jogo’s severed head “Speak of the devil”

“Jogo. Hanami. I’m glad you’re okay”

“What the hell are you talking about?” 

“You got off easy” Geto smirks 

Jogo who doesn’t think being a talking severed head is getting off easy glares at the dark haired sorcerer who only shrugs his shoulders.

“I think you understand now… About Satoru Gojo and the right time and place. We need to get every advantage if we’re to seal him. We’ll proceed on October 31 in shibuya. I’ll give you the details later…”

Geto looks at the unnamed curse sitting on the beach chair teasingly “Is that okay mahito?”

“No objections. Let’s be cunning. Worthy of a curse. Worthy of a human”

[linkspooky]

White Wolf, Black Wolf:  Yuji and Geto

Dualism, is a common theme in Jujutsu Kaisen. There’s a difference between binary opposites and a completementary pair. Binary opposites supposes that two ideas are complete opposites of eachother, they are enemies and therefore cannot coexist. Death is the opposite of life. However, ideas like the concept of yin and yang suggest that these pairs are not opposites, or even enemies, they just exist alongside one another. The feminine yin contains a single dot of the masculine yang energy inside of it and vice versa. 

This pattern repeats itself with both Geto and Yuji. Two characters who seem like they are complete opposites, enemies, hero and villain and yet have far more in common with one another than one might thing. Each of them represented by a wolf, Yuji the white wolf, and Geto the black. 

Dualism - describing how seemingly opposite or contrary forces may actually be complementary, interconnected, and interdependent in the natural world, and how they may give rise to each other as they interrelate to one another.

1. You and the Worst Person You Know Have More in Common than You Thought

Both Yuji and Geto are sharing their body with another existence. Not only that but a sorcerer from the previous era. Sukuna started out as a sorcerer, and one from the golden age of sorcerers. We don’t know who is in Geto yet, but they’ve made it clear several times that they’re not a sorcerer from this era, mockingly referring to the sorcerers of this era as beneath them. The difference is, Yuji is the dominant personality and Geto is the subordinate one. They even fight for control of their body in the same way, by grabbing their neck. 

Both Yuji and Geto have died, and then been improbably brought back to life one time already and had their body healed by the same person who seeks to steal their body. They also both died in front of their other half, their friend, Yuji dies heroically in front of Megumi sacrificing himself so Megumi doesn’t have to call Mahoraga, and Geto dies as a villain after his plan has failed executed by Gojo. Even the days they die are opposites, Geto dies in a clear sky and Yuji dies in the rain. 

They both eat curses. Geto eats them physically in order to store them and use them later. Yuji consumes Sukuna’s fingers in order to grow stronger. Geto’s Jujutsu is themed around his stomach, Sukuna’s is cooking themed. 

Yuji and Geto are both have savior / martyr imagery attached to them. They’re both people who have died, and come back from the dead at least once, and the jesus imagery with Geto is clear and explicitly referenced in hidden inventory. 

Yuji wants to be strong like Gojo, but it’s clear he follows Geto’s philosophy of wanting to save as many people as possible. What motivates him isn’t a clear and strong sense of individualism, but rather the idea that the strong are duty bound to help the weak. Even when Geto’s completely out of his mind he’s still guided by that principle, if he has the strength to do it, then he’s duty bound to try to change the world in the way he sees fit. The thing with Geto is his ideals are warped, but they’re still ideals, he has principles guiding him. These ideals also shockingly sound similiar to what Yuji says, and the burdens he wants to carry. 

It’s something that doesn’t change about Geto from the start to the end of Hidden Invenotry, the strong are obligated to help the weak, it’s just Geto flipped. he sees the sorcerers as the weak and oppressed people, and the masses as the strong ones. 

Geto and Yuji are both people heavily preoccupied with doing the right thing, whereas Gojo and Megumi kind of don’t care (Gojo) / have already accepted the fact (Megumi) that they’re not really saving people with their actions. Geto and Yuji are reckless saviors, they kind of just want to save everybody they see suffering in front of them immediately without thinking through the consequences of their actions. It’s never been seriously analyzed why Yuji feels so deadset on saving others, but from early on he seems to like the idea that it’s a burden that only he can take on himself. It’s something he must duty. The same way that Geto binds himself by the idea of duty. 

Geto and Yuji are just people who will take the whole world on their shoulders, and this isn’t just a parallel I’m making it’s one directly made by the narrative. When worrying about Yuji’s future, Yaga thinks directly of Geto someone who became overwhelmed by everything on is shoulders.

Geto wasn’t able to carry on as he once did, because he couldn’t carry the regret with him. That’s the parallel that the story is making with Yuji, that’s the danger Yuji is in. 

2. Worst Person You Know Makes a Good Point

Chapter 132 there’s a definite change in Yuji’s demeanor. While we haven’t seen the full results of his change yet, not only has he been phsically scarred on his face, but it’s clear the deaths of Nanami, the people killed by Sukuna, all have served to harden him. Nanami wanted Yuji to remain a child a little bit longer, but Yuji has now become a jujutsu sorcerer. However, the words he declares to Mahito have two clear connections to Geto. One, it’s what Geto said to Gojo to stop him from slaughtering the star plasma vessel cult in the moment. 

Gojo has feelings of course, but he’s not moved by them the same way that Geto and Yuji are. Gojo was in need of a tether in that moment and Geto’s words became his tether. Remember Gojo became so powerful as the strongest one he felt like he was capable of anything without feeling it, even slaughtering people on mass, but in that moment Geto became the link that held him back and reminded him he was human. 

What’s ironic is that Gojo was moved by Geto’s words and held himself back, whereas Geto wasn’t. It was Gojo who stuck to those words a year after the fact. He was the strongest, but he doesn’t ever act unless he carefully considers it. He doesn’t just throw power around or slaughter people the way that Geto does. 

What Yuji is vowing to do right now, following his duty as a jujutsu sorcerer without even thinking about it, is exactly what drove Geto apeshit bananas (you see because he loves monkeys so much. It’s a, ‘yknow, it’s one of them jokes). 

Yuji thinks he can just keep going on without thinking and being nothing more than a cog, but it’s exactly that kind of mechanical subservience that completely wore out Geto. Simply going through the motions without questioning it is given to us as the exact reason for Geto’s downfall, it’s one of the most chilling sequences in the manga. 

People aren’t machines, and they aren’t gears, they break down when they try to conform that way. So while it’s understandable Yuji would want to push away all his thoughts in the moment, it’s also not healthy.

The reason Geto became the way he is, is because he realized the laws he was obeying weren’t as fair as he thought they were. He thought it was his duty, and obligation to help the masses, until he looked at his actions with closer scrutiny and realized that wasn’t really what motivated him. Geto thought what he was doing was good, that he would save people, but then Riko’s death was a reality check to him that no one was getting saved by the current system. Yuji seems to have done the opposite of Geto so far. Perhaps I won’t save people. Perhaps I’m just a cog in the machine and my actions truly don’t matter as long as I can keep fighting with my comrades as a jujutsu sorcerer. However, that’s probably not going to work for him.

Yuji’s current comfort in his moment of crisis is that he’s fighting together with all of his comrades, that he carries the wishes of people like Nanami and that’s why he has to keep going, but Yuji also might not have comrades in the jujutsu world after this. We already see people like Kusakabe beginning to turn against him because of Sukuna’s rampage in Shibuya. 

So my intention in all of this is to say it’s not black and white. (Because, get it?? black wolf, white wolf??? Okay, I’m sorry I’ll shut up). Geto wasn’t an entirely bad person, there was good in him too. There was still good in him. This is what Getwo says when he’s beating on Yuji, that if Geto had used his forces more like disposable pawns instead of family telling them to fall back and making sure they all lived he would have won. 

The worst person you know, was still a human being who loved his family with all of is heart. Ideas like this challenge Yuji’s simplified reasons for fighting, and his naive view of the world. 

At the end of the day Yuji and Geto have lots of similarities. They’re opposite colors, Geto black, Yuji white, but they are both still wolves. They’re both moved by deep emotions they feel at the pit of their stomachs. They’re both people who sympathize with others and want to save them, and at the same time get angry and want to kill their enemies. None of this is bad about Yuji in fact it’s what makes him unique among shonen protagonist, he’s not a wholly good person, but just as flawed as anyone else in the story. Nobara’s crazy, Megumi’s crazy, Gojo’s crazy, and then there’s Yuji who should have been the normal one who grew up with a normal life and who is just as crazy as all the rest. 

If anything the parallels between Yuji and Geto show that Yuji is someone who has the chance to grow stronger than Geto by learning from Geto’s fault. Geto tried to carry too much, until the burden of saving the world broke him and he decided he could only save a few people the rest were just monkeys. It’s up to Yuji now to figure out what saving people means, and how he can help others without getting destroyed by the sense of responsibility or just killing himself and dying before he’s helped a single person. However, for Yuji to learn to be better he actually has to think about these things.

That’s also the second parallel to the “I don’t need to think about it’ Scene. (Besides, Sukuna who also declares that he’ll kill for no reason.) In the original Geto fight in the prequel manga Yuta declares this. He doesn’t know whether Geto is right or not, he doesn’t know anything about the world of Jujutsu he just wants to protect his friends. 

Geto calls him egotistical. In the sense that just like a child, he’s only really thinking about himself and his own emotions. Of course Yuta thinks that way because he is a child, a traumatized teenager at that. However, one important detail about this fight is defeating Geto did not cause him to go away. Killing him didn’t actually fix the problem. Geto just came back a year later with somebody else in his body. 

I think this is all leading up to a point for Yuji where he gives some serious self examination as a protagonist. It’s not enough for Yuji to just defeat his enemies. We even see that when after is triumphant moment with Mahito, Geto just wipes the floor with him.

Jujutsu Kaisen presents a very complex world, that’s not  just black and white, not just winning and losing. The next big step in Yuji’s character development is probably going to be realizing this. That he needs to seriously think about his reason. That he needs to think about what he wants to do in the future. It’s not enough for him to sacrifice his life to save someone else, he’s not a hero, or some martryr to a cause. I think the most important thing Yuji has to learn at the end of all of this is to actually live, and find out why he’s alive instead of resigning himself to the fact that he’ll get executed one day. It’s only then Yuji will be able to reach his full potential as both a jujutsu sorcerer and a person. 

He’s just a kid you know? The theme of the manga is kids should get to be kids. Yuji should get to grow up just like everybody else, instead of dying before he’s even old because he ate Sukuna’s finger to help someone else. 

[skipps-writes-for-gojo-satoru]

Idk if this request is allowed but, reading the manga... I saw how hard must've been for Gojo when he's little (the pressure and maybe someone will kill him if he's not careful enough but we do know he's already powerful but he doesn't have the ability to progress enough), may I request a Big sister!reader where she's really selfless, caring and loving to her little brother Satoru?

Also, hnggggg thank you so much for the Gojō Satoru content!! You have no idea how much it means to us fellow gojo simps 🥺🥺💙💙

Aww you're welcome, I'm happy to deliver. 💙Truee his childhood isn't really explained in the manga but yes I do believe he did have a hard time as a child. Personal theory of mine is that because as a child he didn't get to experience things a normal child does, that's why he acts childish as an adult. It's actually really sad if you think deeply about it. It would of been great if he had a sibling to shoulder his pain but I believe he's an only child...

Having being born into the Gojou household, there was a lot of anticipation whether you would inherit the limitless technique or the six eyes. Sadly, you inherited neither of them. Which caused great disappointment to your parents.

However, things changed when Satoru was born. Ever since he was born he was treated like a God. Your parents always favored him over you but you didn't care. You loved your younger brother regardless.

As Satoru grows older, the harder his life gets. He isn't allowed to attend public schools as well so the majority of his childhood was at home. There was alot of pressure on his shoulder.

However, you were his safe haven-during times when training was hard on him. You would always be the one to comfort him. "It's okay, I'm here now..."

There was one time where your father was training him to use the Infinity by striking Satoru with a wooden sword until he can manifest his cursed techiwue to shield the attack. Your father was relentless, even as you tried to stop him. Going as far to stand in front of him.

"Please, father Satoru is gravely hurt-please stop...!"

"Quiet (Y/N), if he can't master this technique he will be a disgrace to the Gojou clan!"

Your father did not hesitate to swing the wooden sword towards your direction. You shut your eyes, bracing for the pain but it never came. Satoru was standing in front of you as the wooden sword ricochete off his body, his Infinity activated.

"Don't you dare hurt (Y/N) nee sama..." as he glares at his own father.

There were moments Satoru would barricade himself in his room, because of all the pressure. In those moments, you would slowly come to him and hug him tightly as he cries into your arms.

"Look, what I got for you!"

"W-What is it..?"

"Tada!" You present to him a game boy, Satoru's eyes widen in shock. You both spent the rest of the night playing Momotaro Densetsu together.

You were Gojou's support and strength, as grueling training was he wanted to get stronger in order to protect you.

"You know Satoru, people like me don't have the power to save other people from curses but you do..."

As you both grew older, there came a time when an arranged marriage was decided for you. It was around the time Satoru was just starting his first year in Jujutsu High. Satoru protested but the elders did not listen to him.

"It's okay, Satoru..I'm going to be okay.."

He despised your fiancee but after realizing how he actually made you happy his heart lightened a little. Of course, a couple of threats were made. "If you hurt my sister, I'm going to kill you. You got that?"

You moved out from the Gojou estate and Satoru moved into the dorm of Jujutsu High. He misses you, he'll occasionally text or call you whenever he can.

Until one day, he receives a call from you. "Satoru, you're going to be an uncle.." Satoru feels himself nearing tears at your words. He was definitely gonna become the strongest to protect you and his niece or nephew.

Taglist: @the-fandoms-georgie

[sweetcathedral]

☁️Jujutsu Kaisen — Nanami Kento☁️

Note: I finally found time to get around my collection of books I bought, but haven’t read yet. This is just the first list of books, there’ll definitely be more to come. I hope it doesn’t sound biased. I took away the fantasy books I read (mainly Leigh Bardugo & V.E. Schwab), since Nanami is already in a fantasy world himself, I feel like fantasy books wouldn’t interest him. Also, he wouldn’t buy self-help books since they’re common sense to him & sorcerers in general have a higher perception of emotions. Anyways, I’ll let the list (and somewhat fun blurbs) speak for itself!

Life for Sale by Yukio Mishima

This was given to Nanami as a birthday gift from Gojo. As Nanami was reading the story he found himself eerily similar to the main character, in terms of having the same feelings when he used to be a salaryman. He thought it was another way of Gojo trying to screw around with him, but gave him the benefit of the doubt since the story was interesting. Once Nanami was done reading the book, he smacked Gojo upside the head saying that he knows he gave him that book cause it reminded Gojo of him. Gojo replied asking how he knew it was him when he hasn’t said anything about it being related to him. Nanami clicked his tongue.

Pachinko by Min Jin Lee

While Nanami was doing business in Kyoto, he was called to the jujutsu campus there to assist the students on a couple of their missions. When looking for Gakuganji, he got lost and decided to look for Miwa since she’s a teacher’s pet. Miwa was found lounging on the couch reading Pachinko. Nanami asked if it was worth buying it (he keeps seeing it displayed at every bookstore), and she replied in enthusiasm, but then realized that Nanami was a man and that he might not be interested in romance. He took it as a challenge and bought himself a copy.

The Essential Rumi

No Longer Human by Osamu Dazai

Yuji wanted to find a way to understand Nanami better ‘cause he felt like they didn’t get along on their first mission together, so Sukuna thought it’d be funny to see him read Rumi & No Longer Human. Sukuna’s reasoning is that Nanami is a complicated man, and that these books represent him as a whole. Yuji was crying in confusion when reading Rumi & suffered a feeling of emptiness at the end of No Longer Human. While Sukuna was having fun emotionally abusing Yuji, Gojo came in to see if he was okay cause Megumi told him that he heard Yuji crying and laughing (Megumi got scared that Yuji was having trouble switching with Sukuna). Gojo calls Nanami to see if he could make Yuji feel better, since Nanami was better suited for these types of things. Nanami came in seconds later, Yuji jumped on him crying and asking if that’s how Nanami really felt, pointing to the book. Sukuna was hysterically laughing on Yuji’s cheek, which Nanami found annoying so he asked Gojo if there was anything he can do to shut Sukuna up. Gojo held Megumi as hostage and threatened to kill him if Sukuna doesn’t go away. Offended, Sukuna retreats. Yuji was able to calm down and get back to his normal self. Nanami read Rumi & No Longer Human to see why it made Yuji that way and you wouldn’t guess who he called to get him out of that empty feeling—Gojo Satoru, the same man who gives him stress on a daily basis and the only one who’s able to whip him back into his normal sanity. Gojo teleported to his place with Cards of Humanity & kept quizzing Nanami solely on questions about him (Gojo likes getting praised).

Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage by Haruki Murakami

Panda read Tsukuru as a way to experience human emotions, but at the end he end up with more questions than answers. Nanami bumped into him on campus and Panda remembered how much Nanami likes to read, so he decided to ask him for the answers. He replied saying that only the author holds the answers and meanings, but Panda insisted that he might hold the answers since he seems like the type to write these kinds of books. Nanami gave the book a shot. A bit offended, he asked Panda if he comes out as this depressing. Panda just sat there acting like he doesn’t know human language.

Men Without Women: Stories by Haruki Murakami

Yaga impulsively bought this book during the time of his divorce. He passed it to Nanami as if letting go of the past, and Nanami tried to refuse it saying he doesn’t want his baggage. But after some heavy silence, Nanami felt like he had no choice but to accept it.

They Both Die at the End by Adam Silvera

Spotted Yuji, Megumi & surprisingly Sukuna crying over it. Nanami looked at them in worried confusion and even wiped Sukuna’s tears away, Sukuna ate the tissue and spat it back at Nanami for making him look like he needed comfort. Nanami just flicked Sukuna’s eye to get him to behave. Later on, Nanami cooked Yuji & Megumi comfort food as he read what the book was about. It felt like Haibara was talking to him in a nostalgic way.

The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath

Utahime came into the lounge room in a pissed mood, and asked Nanami if he’d seen a book called The Bell Jar anywhere. Nanami nods and realizes that she wasn’t anywhere near the lounge, so why is she looking here? When he asked, Utahime ended up ranting to him about how Gojo always hides her things to piss her off. Nanami decided to help her as a way to retaliate back at Gojo. He ends up finding the book first, read the summary at the back & decided to read the first page while he still had it. A few chapters later, Utahime snatches her book out of his hands, looking at him as if he were Gojo. Nanami was about to say he wasn’t done yet, but realized that it was Utahime’s copy. He apologizes to her before bumping into Gojo and smacking him upside the head. (After finishing The Bell Jar, he bought more works by Sylvia Plath)

I Love Dick by Chris Kraus

Despite the questionable title, Ijichi was caught by Nanami slacking on his work because of this book. At first, Nanami was caught off guard ‘cause he didn’t know Ijichi swung that way, but he accepted it with an open mind (nothing’s wrong with Ijichi being gay). After clearing his throat to get his attention, Nanami began to lecture him about how unprofessional it was to bring inappropriate material to work, but Ijichi quickly reassured him that wasn’t what it actually was. According to Ijichi, it was a really good book & told Nanami that he’d be interested in the storyline (since Ijichi saw him reading The Bell Jar).

The Shadow of The Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafon

Nanami saw Ino at the edge of his seat when reading this book. He’s never seen Ino so completely immersed in a book before, nor has he ever seen him pick up any type of book before. He had to pry the book away from Ino’s hands to get his attention. That same day Nanami bought his own copy ‘cause if it’s able to get Ino hooked into reading then it’s probably worth it.

Satan Says by Sharon Olds

Ieiri found the book too boring and complicated to finish, so she gave it to bookworm Nanami. She told him that she doesn’t know if he’ll like it or not, but it was better in his hands than it is in hers. Nanami opened the book to a random page, read the first line, which he immediately understood and closed it to get back to work. The whole day he was only thinking about getting back home to finish it.

Assholes: A Theory by Aaron James

During Nanami’s time in highschool, he asked Geto for advice on how to tolerate Gojo. Geto gave him this book, and to this day he applies the book to Gojo. When Megumi first met Nanami, he asked Nanami for advice on how to handle Gojo. He said all the answers were in this book and passed it to Megumi like it was a family heirloom. It’s basically a manual on how to handle people like Gojo, little do they know it’s written by a Gojo.

The Emotionary: A Dictionary of Words That Dont Exist for Feelings That Do by Eden Sher

Also received during his time in highschool. It was a gift from Haibara that Nanami repeatedly reads from time to time. Haibara thought it’d give him a change of pace from all the negativity they experience during their missions. The book is filled with quirky words used to describe the good & bad days. Nanami also applies these words to describe the stress Gojo gives him.

[narumi-gens]

top five lines in jjk?

I fucking love this ask, so thanks anon! JJK is filled with so many good lines that it was honestly hard to pick them. Also, please forgive me for majorly nerding out on this ask. This is tagged with jjk spoilers, but to reiterate: MAJOR MANGA SPOILERS!

My top 5 lines in jjk:

1. Itadori: 

“I’m sorry, Nanamin. I was about to take the easy way out. I was about to use my sins as an excuse to run away. I’ll be sure to take on your share of the suffering too, Nanamin.”

This line fucking kills me. Everything from it coming right after Nanamin’s death (and maybe Kugisaki’s????) to Itadori almost giving up to Todo being the one to be there right to save him right when he needed it most to the panel itself with Itadori standing with Nanamin. And it comes after Todo gives Itadori that really moving monologue about needing to find what he’s been entrusted with and telling him that he can’t stop until he does so it makes it extra heartbreaking. This is Itadori’s goodbye to Nanamin 🥺 and him making a promise that he’ll do what Nanamin entrusted to him with his dying words. This is the line in all of jjk that just sticks with me.

2. Geto: 

“If being a jujutsu sorcerer is like running a marathon, what if what’s at the end of that road is a mountain of our fellow sorcerer’s dead corpses?”

Geto is absolutely the most heartbreaking character in all of jjk. He went from being a dutiful jujutsu sorcerer who obeyed the rules and protected humans without a second thought to a curse user who wanted to kill all humans and ended up being killed by his best friend before his corpse was taken over as a puppet by some villain. This is my fave line from the entire Hidden Inventory Arc because it reveals Geto’s state of mind toward the end of the arc, which is that he’s so tired of watching his friends and innocents die and he’s so sick of the system that’s willing to let it all happen. There’s this great analysis about Geto and Gojo that I would really recommend everyone check out here. 

3. Nanamin 🥺: 

“If you continue in this line of work, there will come a time when you’re forced to kill a person. But this is not that time. Please understand this. Being a child is not a sin.”

I think Gege is so masterful at a lot of things that really set jjk apart from other typical shonen manga. But the thing I love most is how much jjk tries to really emphasize that the main characters are a group of teenagers and it’s wrong for kids to be forced to willingly lay down their lives and dirty their hands. Nanami gets that. Throughout the entire vs. Mahito arc, he’s constantly bringing up Itadori’s age (much to Itadori’s annoyance) but it’s not because he doesn’t think Itadori’s not ready to do the dirty work of a jujutsu sorcerer, it’s because at his age, Itadori shouldn’t have to. And this line shows just how much Nanami cares and wants to preserve Itadori’s youth and innocence. I love how it ends: “Being a child is not a sin.” The sin isn’t being a child -- it’s forcing children to act older than they are.

4. Gojo: 

“Your body and even your cursed energy. My Six Eyes tell me you’re Geto Suguru. But my soul knows otherwise!”

Ugh. This one hurts. We spent all that time with Gojo and Geto and watching their friendship and seeing how close they were. And then just a few panels before this, we get the callback to Volume 0 and how Gojo had to kill his best friend with his own hands. And so of course Gojo would know that this Geto is a fake, even when his Six Eyes are telling him that this Geto is real -- because Gojo knows Geto. And then the reveal that follows? To find out what’s actually been done to Geto’s body? 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 It’s absolutely heart-wrenching for us and Gojo. 

5. Todo: 

“The sound of the Gion Shoja bells echoes the impermanence of all things. The color of the sala flowers reveals the truth that the prosperous must decline. However, we are the exception!”

There’s this really great post on reddit about this whole line and what it means that I would recommend everyone checking out. The first part of this quote comes from The Tale of the Heike and in the original context, it’s talking about essentially the transient nature of all things being divine law. But Todo flips it here by saying, “We are the exception!” referring to him, Itadori, and their bond. Something that the reddit post mentions is that altering a classical text like this could be considered extremely arrogant but that in the context of jjk, it just underlines one of the manga’s major themes -- the conflict between the newer generation of sorcerers against the older generation who is willing to sacrifice them in order to keep their grasp on power. 

Honorable mentions:

“The sparks of black do not choose who to bless.” - caption after Mahito uses Black Flash for the first time

“The ability to realize one’s innate domain without using a barrier is akin to an artist painting a masterpiece not on a canvas, but on air. A truly divine technique.” - caption about Sukuna’s domain

“No, Haibara. That’s not right. I can’t say that to him. It’ll just end up becoming a curse for him.” - Nanami

“Not Zen’in, huh? Good for you.” - Toji

If any of you have fave jjk lines, I would seriously love to hear them so we can nerd out together ❤️❤️

[solaeter]

Falling for a Curse - Satoru Gojou

Random 3am idea that made me question if this was even remotely possible but in fiction there are no rules. So yeah! Hope you enjoy nonetheless ^^

Request Status: Open 

Warning[s]: None aside from any possible errors.

❖ Gojo had been tasked with hunting down a special grade curse that recently came into the area. Not much was actually known about the curse aside from its overwhelming presence in a rather safe location that hardly ever had any issues with curses.

❖ Instead of putting the task on one of his students, the general intrigue had Gojo going by himself one evening after indulging in some tasty treats. He wasn't worried, nothing could take him down. 

❖ But what caught him off guard entirely, was that this special grade curse wasn't at all what the higher ups claimed it'd be. 

❖ Gojo was met with a normal looking individual, granted their eyes were much more vibrant and they had that aura most lower ranks would cower too. And what made him really question everything was when they offered a smile, completely unaware he was there to kill them.

❖ Does he kill them? Or let them go? They seemed innocent enough, but looks could be deceiving. So instead of gawking like an idiot, Gojo makes light of the rare situation and tosses that charming smile anyone would falter too.

❖ He would attempt casual conversation, hoping to dig for any sort of information. To his luck, this curse was more than polite, further throwing him left field. They claimed to have just moved here and wanted to take a nightly stroll since they're more nocturnal in nature. 

❖ The more they talked, the more Gojo realized that this curse wasn't actually a threat. And when he broke the news on why he was here, they frowned before explaining their motives. 

"I didn't ask for this, I just want to be normal."

❖ Those words broke Gojo's heart because of the pure sincerity and it didn't help that he found this curse so strikingly beautiful. The man has never felt more conflicted in his life. 

❖ Falling for a curse was simply out of the question. It betrays what his role in this world is for. He has to kill them, not..fall flat on his face for one.

❖ Which is exactly what happened after some time. Gojo came up with a cover story to spare their life, opting to let them live freely while he observes to see if they were actually pure hearted as ironic as it sounds. 

❖ Over time and many meetings later, Gojo couldn't stay away. His heart had been claimed. He wanted to help them achieve their semblance of normalcy by being there for them when he was able. 

❖ He learned many things about his new special s/o. Something happened when they were younger, resulting in living life as a curse. They never realized their power until they had to defend themselves and accidentally take a life. It was never their goal to hurt someone, but living life in constant fear made them more defensive. 

"You only did what any person would do, or..attempt in that situation. It doesn’t mean you're bad y/n."

❖ Gojo had them by the palm of his hand and the same could be said about him. He tried to show them different types of things to enhance their everyday life. Such as treats. Every time this man came to see them, he had treats to share. Such as Daifuku with assorted filling.

"You need to try these! It'll change your life." 

Of course he's being exaggerate, but it was cute nonetheless and had his s/o smiling which was all that really mattered.

❖ Gojo's relationship with his s/o is very casual and slow burn. He doesn't press for more nor do they try. It's also met with caution and secrecy since his s/o is supposed to be dead. He keeps them close yet also at a distance for their own safety. 

❖ Gojo can't be around all the time, but he makes it his personal mission to stop by frequently. He can't help but miss them when he's away with work. 

❖ The only one who knows about Gojo's relationship with his s/o is Itadori. He found out by complete accident and was sworn to secrecy, which he knew better than to betray his teacher. 

❖ To be honest, Itadori finds Gojo's relationship with y/n very precious. He can't find it odd considering he's a vessel after all. So Gojo sometimes confides in him or simply gushes like a kid in love. 

"Oh you should see y/n! They're so beautiful my heart cannot handle it." 

He'd hold his hand over his heart and fawn over his s/o dramatically, probably earning sideways glances from anyone who happens to hear him. Not that he cares.

❖ Since Gojo knows his s/o doesn’t favor fighting, he'll protect them like anyone else. If not more so because he loves them so dearly. 

❖ If someone went after his s/o, Gojo wouldn't hesitate to take them out. Whether it be another curse or even a sorcerer, no one will hurt the pure soul that is his lover. 

❖ All in all, Gojo never expected to fall in love with a curse, but he has no regrets. His s/o isn't like the others, they had a hard upbringing that ended up with them becoming what the world despises. He saw the purity inside their heart and vowed to protect them.

[that-bi-bitch-writes]

A Cursed Reality-JJK x M!Reader (Ch.2)

Question: Do you guys prefer longer chapters or shorter chapters? I’ve been making an effort to write longer chapters but if you hate reading them I’ll write them less.

Warnings: fluff, comparison of Inumaki’s speech to a disability/handicap, cursing. Dislike of Maki (Not me. wrong bitch. I love her)

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Chapter Two:

[Name] actively dislikes hanging out with the second years. Not that they’re bad people in any way, it’s just he’s anxious and awkward, and even after spending a year familiarizing himself with the school and the people in it, there’s like a small group of people he would invite to his birthday party.

That and he just doesn’t care for Maki Zen’in. And it is most definitely mutual. To him, she’s just pretty. She also won’t die in a battle between her and a curse below first grade. But that’s about the end of her appeal. Of course, Panda is fun to tease but he typically plays the peacemaker between the second years. [Name] would rather not care about people in peace.

There’s no dramatic reason to it all, it’s just [Name] didn’t really come to Jujutsu Tech by choice so he hadn’t intended on making friends. He obviously failed considering he befriended Inumaki within his first day and they have some homoromantic vibes going on in their friendship.

That’s not to say you can’t platonic cuddle with your best friend but when you longingly gaze into each other’s eyes and he’s the only friend you’ve made besides an annoyingly hyper 30-year-old because no one else understands you like he does… And it kind of goes both ways considering you’re the only person he trusts himself enough to have a full-on conversation with.

Yeah, it’s not looking very good for the argument that they’re not gay. They’re not though. At least not now.  

“[Name]”

“Yeah toge?”

“You look like you’ve got something on your mind” Inumaki responded. And although he had plenty of experience saying words, having a conversation without using safe words felt a little weird. It was an aspect of who he was now and [Name] being immune to the cursed speech wouldn’t erase the problems he had with talking and it didn’t make [Name] his savior or soulmate.

Luckily [Name] was both lonely and not a complete asshole because he had no problems adapting to the switch between Toge’s ‘onigiri glossary’. Learning it was actually a really fun experience because it turns out Inumaki did not have the exact translation of all his safe words. He would just say an ingredient and [Name] had to fill in the blanks. There was a lot of trial and error and a lot of [Name] smiling down at Inumaki’s concentrated face.

“I was just thinking.” [Name] broke the contemplative silence.

“Hmm”

“You know” [Name] started again “... They say it was believed people kept their souls in their throats” and as Inumaki gave a confused denial (“fish flakes”) [Name] was internally panicking on whether or not he should keep going with this specific train of thought or make a joke to deflect from the very real and emotional but corny statement he was about to utter.

“Ah fuck it. I want to exercise the curses in the world or at least enough to keep you safe so you don’t keep damaging your soul when you use your cursed technique”

“Sujiko”

[Name] looked at Inumaki. And as if breaking off pieces of his soul didn’t matter to him, Inumaki spoke, a short sentence that stunned [Name] into silence

“I love you”

If Gojo hadn’t come in, they might’ve kissed.

“[Name]-kun!!!”

Aaaand [Name]’s sentimental mood was gone. Don’t get him wrong, Gojo definitely would get an invite to [Name]’s birthday party, but the man was like 30 running around being overly cheerful and with that teasing nature he was definitely repressing some trauma. He also definitely had some of the worst timing

“What is it Gojo?”

“No sensei at the end? So mean!

“Fushiguro was sent out to find a cursed object but he’s been out all day with no calls back home or anything. Of course I plan on going to check on my beloved student, but I am busy for the next hour or so. Can you please check on him? For your favorite sensei?”

“My favorite sensei is actually Nanami and he’s not even a sensei but yeah I’ll check on the emo kid”

‘You’re pretty emo yourself dude’ Gojo thought to himself

“Ah Thank you [Name]-kun. You’re a lifesaver” Gojo called out behind him as he left to do whatever it is crazy white haired ‘old’ men do.

‘He’s/I’m totally not doing this for free’ both [Name] and Inumaki thought at the same time.

[Name] got up suddenly and started getting ready to leave paying no attention to Inumaki who watched him get ready with a casual interest. Before [Name] headed out, he turned to look at Inumaki with a serious and concentrated expression.

“Toge.”

“I love you”

“What the hell happened here?”

“....”

“Fushiguro-kun, if you please”

“Well I only know half of the story so it’s best if we hear it from Itadori”

All eyes whipped to the shirtless Yuji who had just gotten control of his body back from Sukuna, the apparent king of curses.

“I’d say it started when I went to school this morning but I think it started a little earlier for Fushiguro. Right Fushiguro?” Yuji asked

‘I swear I’m going to explode if someone doesn’t tell me the how we got this far I mean Fushiguro is bleeding from his head, this pink haired enthusiastic kid is possessed and I can’t tell if he’s too sweet to care or if he lost a few of his brain cells when he and the little emo first year wrecked this building’ [Name] thought to himself.

Clearing his throat he began “Well okay Fushiguro has a lot of really bad injuries so is it okay with you if he just quickly shares his part and then you take over?”

“Ohh Yeah that makes sense” Itadori awed and both he and [Name] turned their attention to poor Megumi who was bleeding from his forehead.

“Yesterday I was sent to retrieve a special grade cursed object and when I got there it was gone. Gojo sensei told me I couldn’t go home until it was recovered. The next day I stalked around the school and investigated when I saw Yuji for the first time.”

“Oh I remember that. It’s my turn to take over now. Uhh. I was in the occult club with my senpais Sasaki and Iguchi and we were asking the spirits about which animal the Student Council President was weaker than ( a fish) and then he burst in the room because he didn’t approve of our club-”

“Fast forward please” [Name] interrupted

“Fushiguro found me after my grandpa died and told me Iguchi and Sasaki were in danger because of the finger so I led him to the school where they said they were going to peel off the seal”

“And that’s why we’re here” [Name] surmised

“So what’s the situation”

“Gojo-sensei”/ “Old Man what are you doing here?” Megumi and [Name] called out

“I wasn’t gonna come but the higher ups got involved. I knew you’d all be fine though, I sent [Name] here to deal with it.”

“That’s true” Fushiguo mumbled

“I’m glad you all have faith in me” [Name] started “But that means I came here for absolutely nothing”

“... So did you find it?” Gojo asked

“Um sorry.... I ate it”

Gojo who didn’t hear the whole introduction and [Name] who didn’t quite get to the eating of the finger part in the story turned to Yuji in shock

“For real”

“For real”

“Haha you’re not kidding. They’re combined. How does your body feel?” Gojo asked Yuji

“Okay”

“Can you switch to Sukuna?”

“Sukuna?” Yuji asked

“The curse object you ate”

“Oh yeah. Probably”

“Ten seconds” gojo said “Take control again after ten seconds”

“I dunno about this”

“Don’t worry. I’m the strongest Jujutsu sorcerer”

Megumi looked to [Name] after hearing a curious “hmm” but [Name]’s face showed no anger or displeasure.

“Megumi hold onto this will ya” Gojo’s voice bled through Megumi’s thoughts of who would win between [Name] and Gojo. Give it a year or two and it might actually be [Name].

“What’s this?” Megumi asked

‘It better be a fucking weapon’ [Name] thought ‘Because if he sent me out because his important business was shopping he’s gonna regret it’

“Kikufuku Mochi” Gojo replied casually before feeling bloodlust leaking from [Name]. He’ll just have to make it up to the second year somehow

“Behind you” Fushiguro called out and [Name] sucked his teeth hoping Gojo would get hit at least once. He did not get his wish once

“I’ve got a student watching so..I hope you don’t mind if I show off a little bit” . And after that Gojo commenced kicking Sukuna’s ass. Sukuna tried to monologue a little as he sent out a powerful attack, but he missed Gojo on account of Gojo’s infinity dispelling the attack. By the time Sukuna realized Gojo was unharmed it was time for Yuji to switch back.

“Oh was everything okay?” Yuji asked as he came to his senses.

“Oh what a surprise” Gojo responded “You really can control it”

“Yeah, but he’s kind of annoying”

“It’s a miracle that’s the only side effect” Gojo said right before knocking Yuji out with one finger

“If he wakes up and isn't possessed, he might have potential as a vessel. Okay question for you two. What do I do with him?”

“Even if he is a potential vessel… He must be executed under jujutsu regulations…

“But I don’t want to let him die”

“Is that a personal opinion? Gojo asked

“Yes, a personal opinion. Please do something about it.

Gojo smiled and the two of them turned their attention towards [Name] who had been silent throughout the whole experience.

‘Besides being a little too excitable, he’s not bad. Like a puppy. I’d keep him as a pet.’ [Name] thought

“Don’t kill him” he said

“A precious student's request. And one from my favorite second year? Of course. Leave it to me!” Gojo said before lifting Yuji up.

[Name] still a little upset he was called away for nothing, raised his hand in front of his mouth so gojo couldn’t see what he was doing and whispered

“Fall over”

“Aak! [Name]-kunnn”

Fushiguro was shocked to see Gojo faceplant on the ground with Yuji on his shoulder. If the combination of Fushiguro’s wide eyed expression and the sight of Gojo in pain made [Name] giggle a little, he’d never admit it.

[that-bi-bitch-writes]

A Cursed Reality- JJk x Male Reader (Ch.5)

This chapter is a little longer than usual and very dialogue heavy. (also plenty of swearing). Sorry if the scene is disappointing but I'm not super good at fight scenes and I'm hoping to develop them as I go on. Also if I made [Name] OP then everything would be over too quickly.

Let me know what you think about the chapter in the comments (or the tags!!) enjoy

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Chapter Five:

“Kugisaki-chan. Be honest with me. On a scale of Gojo to Yuji how stupid do you think I am?”

“Eh? Do you really want me to answer that?”

“... Yes”

“If I had to pick an idiot I’d say Gojo-sensei. He at least has the brain power to understand jujutsu. I mean he’s a childish and immature old man who ignores what’s staring him right in his face but he wouldn’t ask me what animal the pink panther was.”

[Name] uttered out a confused thank you before thinking ‘I have got to stop starting conversations like this’

He almost never gets the answer he wants. It’s like as soon as he asks the question he becomes humanized and not a mysterious special grade sorcerer a few seconds from ending someone’s life for finishing off the fruit snacks. (Based on a true story. Gojo can confirm.)

“You’re welcome. Why’d you ask anyway?”

“Actually I think I’ll jinx it if I talk about it. Plus I don’t want you to think poorly of your ‘superiors’ but let’s just say there are people plotting behind my back and I’m wondering if I have idiot written across the top of my head”

“Okay... “

“On a lighter note, do you think any of the other first years know how close we are?”

“I was asked whether or not the Pink Panther was a lion and spoken to in 6 word sentences just yesterday. You’re the only person I can hang out with. The other two are people I spend time with”

“What about Maki?”

“That’s totally different. You should know you have a totally different relationship with Gojo and Inumaki.”

“Explain”

“You and Gojo fight and tease each other like siblings or something and you and Inumaki spend time alone. Together. And sometimes you like go out and eat food and stuff”

“You make it sound like we’re dating”

“You’re not?”

“No”

“Hmm”

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[Name] absolutely hates talking on the phone and everyone knows this. Facetime has been like a happy medium whenever people need to get in touch with him but it’s still extremely annoying to have to have a face to face conversation over the phone.

“Why are you calling me Gojo?”

“My precious little [Name] I was just checking up on you to see how your day off is going?”

“It was going fine until you called and interrupted my peace”

“Don’t be like that [Name] I know you miss me”

“As if- No puppy- WAIT!”

Gojo furrowed his eyebrows “[Name]-chan?”

“Hmm?”

“Since when do you have a pet?”

“I made Fushiguro give me one of his divine dogs”

“Aww. That’s so sweet of Megumi. But you can’t keep calling him puppy. Give him a real name”

“He does have a real name I call him yu-yu”

“So who were you calling Puppy?”

“...Yuji”

“.....”

“Don’t make it weird”

“It’s already weird”

“Look me in the camera and tell me he doesn’t remind you of like a golden retriever or somethin”

“You made several points but still”

“It’s supposed to be derogatory”

“It’s a pet name”

“He’s hyper, adorable and excitable. I’m pointing out the obvious. Me calling him puppy has the same energy as calling someone four eyes”

“It does not”

“....I have to go Yuji just found out about Megan Thee Stallion”

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“Are you a Fall out boy emo or like Lorde sad boy?”

“That’s a loaded question”

“It most definitely is” [Name] replied holding back laughter “But I can like, vibe to either one so just play whatever music you like and I’ll enhance the atmosphere.”

“...Okay”

That day was definitely the most relaxed Fushiguro had been in weeks, and [Name] learned some very interesting things about Fushiguro’s…. tastes. They definitely had some things in common.

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“You’re sending me on a mission”

“Yes”

“Alone?”

“[L.Name] you’re a special grade sorcerer. You can handle a first-grade curse on your own”

“I most definitely can, but so can others. Both Gojo and Okkotsu are away on missions. Are you telling me in your expert wisdom, you’re making the choice to dispatch all of the Special Grade sorcerer’s for first-grade curses? What if something happens on home turf.”

“I assure you if there’s an attack on the school Principal Yaga can handle the threat.”

“I’m not talking about the school.”

There was a brief silence in which [Name] just stared “You have your orders”

“I do”

And [Name] absolutely did have his orders. Ones that aligned with his personal feelings. You see, a little while ago Gojo ordered [Name] to protect Yuji. And if anything were to happen to the precious angel, it would be the one day that both he and Gojo were away. Yaga cares more for the rules than Gojo or [Name]. That was one thing [Name] didn’t like about both Yaga and Nanami. They cared about the kids, but only to an extent. In their eyes the kids would die out or grow older but rules wouldn’t change, and Yuji’s life mattered less to them than the stagnant outdated rules.

The larger problem was whether or not [Name] was willing to face the consequences for not following orders from the “respected” higher ups. Then there was the whole issue of actual people being in danger and that wouldn’t go over well, not with the old assholes nor with [Name]’s conscience.

‘I fucking hate Satoru.’ [Name] thought as he set out to do actual work. Ever since he got sent on that mission he found himself caring for more and more people. If he was going to exorcise the curse and return to make sure Yuji and the others first years were all safe, he would have to race against the clock. There was no doubt in his mind that something was going to happen today and he knew Sukuna wouldn’t let Yuji die without a fight.

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“What the actual fuck is going on anymore?? THREE FIRST YEARS WERE SENT TO DEFEAT A WHAT?” [Name] yelled into the phone

“A cursed womb”

“Say it as it really is Ijichi! They were sent in to fight a fucking special grade curse. They’re barely equipped to fight a second grade curse, and it isn’t as if having you there is going to help them much”

Ijichi flinched at that. [Name] only went for low blows when he was pissed, and it was obvious pretty soon someone would have to face his wrath. And because he knew what was best for his safety and peace of mind, Ijichi answered [Name]’s question before he asked

“I warned them not to engage a special grade so they should be fine until you get here. I lowered the curtain myself so you’ll be able to get in. They’re at Eishu Juvenile Detention Center”

“I’ll be there in 10”

[Name] would probably make it in less time than that but he always made sure to be careful with making promises. There was always a chance he would run into some issues on the way there. Grabbing his things, he set out for the detention center hoping Nobara and Megumi were okay. Yuji was stronger than those two, though Megumi could be a suicidal idiot at times. If things got anymore serious they’d let Sukuna out, but that would be a whole other problem.

“Ijichi, i’m here”

“...[Name]”

“What?”

“Kugisaki is hurt. I'm driving back to the school.”

“If you’re driving back, why is the curtain still up?”

“Fushiguro went back in to deal with Sukuna who’s more than likely already taken care of the curse I recommend-”

[Name] hung up. “Fucking rule followers and their precious higher ups. And look what a mess I have to take care of” he said as he looked up at the curtain. He sighed and then walked through

“I don’t feel a curse- is that megumi” [Name] thought aloud

“He ain’t coming back” Sukuna teased “Don’t worry I’m in a good mood. Let’s talk”

“I’m not feeling particularly chatty” [Name] called out. Fushiguro and Sukuna turned to the second year in shock

“Fushiguro you should go”

“No. I’m not leaving you alone. And besides it’s my responsibility-”

“Do you think I’m here to kill Yuji?”

“...”

“I’m here to rescue your sorry asses. I was sent on a mission earlier and came back in a hurry to make sure you were okay. I’m a little sad I don’t get to meet the curse that hurt poor Kugisaki-chan but he’ll make do” [Name]’s voice became darker the longer he went on

“My fighting skill is nowhere near the level of Maki’s, but my cursed technique on the other hand… Don’t worry, Yuji’ll make it out alive”

Fushiguro hesitated. He trusted [Name], it was Sukuna who was the problem. The curse was cunning and took advantage of Fushiguro’s hesitation to enact his plan

“It seems he’s having a hard time changing back” Sukuna started “This must be a side effect of using me without restrictions. It’s most likely only a matter of time though… So i’ve been thinking about my next move.”

Before [Name] or Fushiguro could realize, Sukuna had ripped Yuji’s heart out, smiling as blood dripped out of his mouth and the gaping hole in his chest. The two of them froze. If he were at his best [Name] would’ve been able to stop Sukuna from continuing to monologue or even from swallowing another of his fingers. But he had defeated a first grade curse, dealt with the higher ups and rushed to the first years’ rescue within 3 hours.

Fushiguro seemed to follow the conversation as [Name] just stood there, his ears ringing as if he were standing too close to a bomb that went off.

“Itadori will return” Megumi said confidently “Even if it means his death. He’s that kind of guy”

And Megumi was right, [Name] knew of it. So he made a sacrifice. Fushiguro would have to deal with Sukuna while [Name] figured out what to do next. With two fingers Sukuna might’ve been able to resist [Name]’s compulsion. ‘No’ he thought ‘it would take a few more fingers before he was that strong.’

“Stop”

The both of them froze in place. There was a trail of blood running down Yuji’s chest but [Name] could tell Sukuna had done more damage to Megumi than Megumi had done to Yuji’s body

“Stay out of my way Megumi” [Name] said before looking in Sukuna’s eyes “Yuji, if you can hear me. I’m sorry”

“This brat’s not worth the effort” Sukuna smirked. He may not have been able to move but he was going to try and tempt the second year into losing his composure.

“Choke”

Sukuna began to gargle on the blood that was supposed to be pumping through Yuji’s body. Choking, he fell on the ground. Megumi’s eyes widened and he moved to say something but [Name] shot him a desperate, angry look picking up Yuji’s discarded heart shoving it into the empty cavity.

“Heal Him”

“It’s too late [Name]”

“Yuji?? No! NO! YUJI! SWITCH BACK I CAN MAKE HIM HEAL YOU”

“Megumi. [Name]. And Kugisaki and Gojo-sensei. Well I guess I don’t have to worry about him. Live a long life okay?” Yuji smiled as tears dripped onto his face

“I Heard A Rumor” [Name] whispered “That nothing happened and you were gonna be okay”

“What a nice rumor senpai” “Yuji whispered back before the light in his eyes faded

Fushiguro laid a hand on [Name]’s shoulder looking up to the sky as he tried to keep from crying. [Name] let out a pained scream shocking Fushiguro. Megumi wrapped his arms around [Name] trying to pull him up and meeting resistance Fushiguro just walked toward the exit before stopping. Without looking back he said “I’ll send Gojo to collect you both” and then walked off.

Gojo did come back to pick up the body and the shell shocked [Name] but when he showed up there was nothing there. As if the land behind the two had just up and walked away. Gojo wasn’t informed of [Name]’s rumor but assumed the boy did it out of rage. He was the only one able to wipe a location off the map so cleanly. What he didn’t realize that if the land had returned to its natural state as if nothing had ever happened, Yuji was bound to be okay