#curse user gojo

[koitalov]

role reversal au ;*

curse user megumi who locks eyes with a very pretty pink haired sorcerer and suddenly wonders if evil really is the right path

curse user gojo thinking "ahhh i was there once too" as he punches his ex-boyfriend-turned-teacher suguru geto in the face

[almorina-aaa]

Man Gojo as a curse user would be interesting

I’ll probably digitise this later on

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||The cursed treasure hunt||

reserved au rp with @demon-blood-youths

"Anything yet?" Megumi blinks to hear this but he looks from his cell phone. He didn't know what was going on, giving the thought that something might have happened. Gojo was told Kisho still was on his on going mission to find the cursed items that came from that party. However, it leaves another wondering what was going on. He did have some help along the way so it was something.

Right now, Megumi was told by Gojo to check on him but he was not answering the text messages he sent a while ago. "I don't think so. I can try to call him and see if he can answer the phone instead. Or maybe something is effecting the signal."

"I guess that's possible but give it a shot." Yuji said. Megumi nods and goes to do that, seeing Kisho's number and hits speed dial and waits for him to find something.

"I'm sure they are fine you two..just call them and we will see their fine." Nobara said. Miko agrees hoping they were alright. She wanted to go with them but she was still on stand by to recover.

"S..same here..." she mutters seeing Megumi still waiting for Kisho to pick up.

[thundersbugs]

pocket sized murder bfs <3

+ no blood version under the cut :)

[yuesya]

Have you given any thought to an AU where Shiki activated her powers but her connection to the Gojo clan wasn't known or obvious? Like she was raised by her mother with an unknown father and maybe hide or lack distinct Gojo features. I imagine Nanami would try to shield her from the sorcerer world but eventually need help in dealing with her abilities.

In a world where the Nanami grandparents are less kind and believe in conservative jujutsu ideals, Nanami Shizuka and Nanami Kento grow up acutely aware of the jujutsu world.

Shizuka was neither born with the ability to see cursed spirits nor cursed energy of any note. She still meets Gojo Arata, still falls in love -but in this world Shizuka is more timid and fearful thanks to her grandparents' upbringing, and Gojo Arata bows to the pressure exerted upon him by his sister to marry a suitable partner for the good of the Tobiume family.

So when Shizuka discovers that she's pregnant with Arata's child, she runs.

Years later as a first year student in the Tokyo jujutsu school, Nanami Kento finds his sister living in a rural village with a young daughter. A daughter who looks nothing like either of her parents, but looks strikingly like Gojo Satoru instead -minus the eyes.

Shizuka doesn't want her daughter to become a sorcerer. The Gojo hair color can be hidden using hair dye, and for a while it seems that all will be well-

And then an accident leaves Shizuka dead and Shiki with glowing blue eyes.

[deathshallbethelastenemy]

where you go, i go (2)

TEEN!gojo x FEM!reader (soulmate AU)

TW⚠️: angst, toji being toji, reader thinks about killing someone, gojo is in his tweaked out enlightenment era soooooo gojo a little creepy and eerie

Part 2 of what you see, i see

She had been going through the motions for the rest of the day, she hadn't even bothered to stop by her school clubs, until she arrived home. A sickly sweet scent of pastries attacked her senses the second she entered. Her house doubled as a bakery for the first floor. It was a popular hang out place for people her age especially for couples. There was a parade of them this time - cheerful couples were already sharing their coffees and sugary pastries.

The universe was laughing at her. It had to be. Why else would there be so many happy couples in the store right now? It was pointing and laughing hysterically on the ground saying: "That's what you get for ignoring me! That's what you get for resenting my gift to you!" Because that's what a soulmate was, a gift. A rare and wonderful gift that no one believed in, except for those who have experienced it themselves, and she had lost it; lost him.

She almost cried on the spot.

Her mother waved gleefully from behind the register, her daughter seldom returned it as she went up the stairs. She dropped her school bag in her room besides her desk and, face first, flopped on her bed.

She closed her eyes. Nothing, there was nothing.

Her lip quivered as tears began to sting her eyes, but she couldn't cry. Not when her mother was expecting her to change and put on an apron and help as she always did after school. She could silently mourn him tonight.

She let out a shaky breath. Did she even have the right to mourn him? She had never met him or talked to him. Everytime she thought of him recently was only to insult him or dismiss him entirely. No, she did not have the right to mourn him and she deserved to feel empty on the inside.

She put on a clean apron and slugged her way down stairs with a smile as she took over her mother's place at the register. Her mom kissed the top of her head and beamed at her with a thumbs up.

She never understood why so many people hated working retail, but now, she did. She had to force a smile and treat every customer kindly, all the while, she was dying on the inside.

A man had come in. Tall and insanely buff, a scar on his mouth. He ordered the cheapest pastry on the menu and handed her a wadded up yen. Her blood turned cold when their fingers brushed.

Her mother quickly took the money away from her as she gave her a quick command to check on the oven in the back.

She swallowed and listened to her mom. Her steps were quick as she pushed the double doors that led to the kitchen, she hugged herself.

It was him. It had to be him. That was the man who killed Gojo Satoru. She reached for a knife and gripped it tight. She should kill him. Her soulmate was dead and he was the reason why. She should try and avenge him.

Sheshouldsheshouldsheshouldsheshould-

The oven blared next to her. Her head snapped to it as the knife clattered on the ground, and with shaky mitted hands she opened the oven, and took out the fresh pastries.

Those were dangerous thoughts; thoughts she never thought she would ever have against anyone. She took off the oven mitts and looked outside the circle window of the kitchen - he was leaving and her mother was watching him like a hawk, even when the bell rang sharply with a muffin in his mouth as he walked outside with the rest of the crowd. She didn't know what possessed her to run after him, but she did. Maybe, all she wanted to know was why he had killed Gojo Satoru. Maybe, she wanted this man to kill her too, so she wouldn't feel empty inside anymore.

A blur of a conversation as the words tumbled out of her mouth: "Why? Why did you kill Satoru?"

She didn't register anything other than his gruff voice, "Ah, he had a soulmate. If I were you I'd keep that information to yourself from now on." Uninterestedly, he continued, "You wouldn't want the Gojo clan to know about you. No doubt, they'll try to marry you off to another member of the clan." and then, kept walking.

She didn't hear the interest in his voice when he said to himself, "But she would be worth a lot of money if I did take her to them." He would negotiate a price first to see if he was right about her being worth any money. He would worry about that later, right now, he had a star plasma vessel to turn in.

A sharp tug on her arm is all that stopped her from running after him again.

"______! What were you thinking?" her mother gritted out as she led her back into the bakery. Her mother's voice is strict and unwavering, "Go to your room."

And she did.

She tossed the apron on her desk and kicked her school bag. How was she supposed to live like this with the rest of her entire life half-full?

A sob violently escaped her.

This was how everyone else in the world lived, she realized.

Aching and alone.

Desperate and searching.

Wanted and unwanted.

Now, she was just like everyone else like she had always wanted. She supposed, she couldn't complain.

She laid in bed, wrapped herself in a blanket - trying to keep warm, but she doubted, she'd ever feel warm again as she cried herself to sleep.

She dreamt about Satoru. Flashes of a long chain, of red, of purple, of blood, of a crowd clapping, of someone wrapped in a white sheet, of a long dark hallway.

The universe was laughing at her again. Why else would it give her dreams about him?

An uneasiness settled into her bones. Someone was watching her. The grim reaper, no doubt wearing the face of her soulmate's assassin. If death wanted her, so be it.

She kept her eyes closed.

She saw herself sleeping soundly in death's gaze. She saw the time pass through her window changing from sundown to night as death continued to watch her intently.

Hours had passed.

00:57:39

She wondered at what specific time the grim reaper would take her.

1:13:01

Did it want her to open her eyes?

1:13:10

Probably.

1:13:15

The grim reaper has been patiently waiting for her.

1:13:17

Why keep death waiting then?

1:13:20

Her eyes fluttered open.

Beautiful, vibrant cerulean blue.

It was not death. It was -

"Satoru," she whispered.

"______," he whispered back.

Satoru was sitting down on the floor extremely close to her bed with his legs crossed while his hands rested neatly on his ankles. There was dry blood on his face and on his white dress shirt.

Her mouth moved but no sound came.

"You were crying," he said as he caressed her cheek soothing his thumb along the trail of stained lines that her dried tears had left, "alot."

So, he had seen everything.

She put her hand over his and gently rubbed circles.

Satoru scooted closer to her bed, "I didn't like seeing you cry," his hand trailed up to her scalp, "or frown," and gently ran his fingers through her hair.

He laid his head down on her bed and stared at her with those vibrant, sparkling eyes; eyes that could see everything she could never see.

She touched his cheek gently, "I didn't like not feeling you."

Her whole body shivered. Satoru was here, in front of her, and she was still cold.

"Are you still cold?"

She nodded.

Never letting go of her, he kicked off his shoes and climbed under the blanket with her. He wrapped his legs around hers as her arms wrapped under his uniform jacket.

With his hand still tangled in her hair, he said, "Better?"

His heartbeat had returned to her. They were beating in unison again.

"Better," she hummed. "You?" She asked.

His lips pressed softly on her forehead, "Much better." He tugged her in closer into his chest.

She smiled.

She was warm again.

@whatamidoing89 @mr-underhills-things

Part 1: what you see, i see

Part 3: you know i adore you

Part 4: i'm crazier for you

Part 5: baby, you're the life of the party

Part 6: something's made your eyes go cold

[obsesssedblerd]

saw your post about suguru being such a smooth talker and started thinking about cult leader! suguru seducing both reader and satoru to his side 🤭🤭

ANON THIS IS WILD.

if you see this, tell me more. 👀

[aiai-cafe]

gojo and sukuna respectively being "the strongest sorcerers in history" is so funny because like, gojo was born with super myth freak eyes and his super power is ultimate control of the entire fucking universe, and sukuna's super power is be very good at cutting things. and somehow these two are equals. somehow sukuna is making it work

[k-nayee]

Enchanted JJK ii

wc: 4.1k a/n: I couldn't help myself. here's part two!

Ella Enchanted (2004) x Jujutsu Kaisen

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It's amazing how quiet the streets become at night.

Stillness settled over the city, only broken by the rhythm of your hurried footsteps against the pavement.

Your breaths came fast and shallow, your heart pounding as Sugisawa Municipal High School came into view.

You'd never been one to stay late at school unless it was for the Bakery Club.

Hours in the club kitchen always left you with a sense of accomplishment, the lingering sweetness of flour and fruit filling the air as you carefully packed up the day's treats.

Today's creation had been homemade strawberry and peach dango. You'd spent extra time perfecting the texture and presentation.

Yuji would have loved them. But by the time you finished the Occult Club had already left and he'd headed to the hospital to visit his grandfather.

A soft sigh escaped your lips as you walked home, the sweet dangos carefully tucked in your backpack.

You'd planned to visit Wasuke soon and figured you could bring the treats then. The thought of the grumpy old man's rare smile made your heart lighter, even as the night stretched on.

Everything felt so normal.

Until you reached your doorstep.

Your phone buzzed as you fished out your keys, the screen lighting up with a voice message from Yuji.

Brows furrowed you clicked play.

"___!" Yuji's strained voice rang out loud and breathless.

Your heart lurched, the urgency in his tone immediately setting you on edge.

"Hey! Who are you talking to?!" another voice heaved faintly in the background. There was the sound of wind whipping and hurried footsteps.

Was he running?

"Something bad is going to happen to Sasaki and Iguchi-senpai at the school!" Yuji's continued in panic.

Your heart dropped.

"Wha—why would you tell her where the danger is if you didn't want her to come?!" the other voice snapped.

There was silence for a moment, only the sound of running.

"Oh..." you heard Yuji's sheepish voice.. "Never mind ___! Everything is fine at the school! In fact—"

"Just give me that!"

"Hey!" There were sounds of a struggle before the message cut off.

You were too stunned to speak.

Sasaki and Iguchi? Danger? And who was that with Yuji? None of it made sense, but the panic swelling in your chest drowned out any attempts at rational thought.

Backpack dropped to the ground, you made a full 180 on your heel and started running back toward the school.

'Just let me make it in time.'

*.·:·.☽✧✧☾.·:·.*

By the time you reached the school gates, your legs burned, and your chest felt tight.

An oppressive weight seemed to settle over the air. A shiver ran down your spine as your instincts urged you to turn back.

But you didn't stop.

It pressed suffocatingly against your chest, making it harder to breathe as you climbed the railing.

Your landing was less than graceful—a stumble bringing you to your knees before you scrambled back up.

The closer you got to the school building the heavier the atmosphere became. It felt like something was clawing at your skin, whispering threats you couldn't hear but felt deep in your bones.

You pushed forward.

"Yuji! Sasaki! Iguchi!" you shouted, your voice echoing in the empty corridors as you ran. There was no answer.

The sound of crashing and a guttural roar from above drew your attention upward to the fourth floor.

Heart pounding, you sprinted toward the staircase, taking the steps two at a time. Relief filled your chest when you spotted him.

"Yuji!"

His head whipped around at the sound of your voice. A flurry of emotions flashed over his face��relief, happiness, worry.

He was crouched protectively over Sasaki and Iguchi who both lay bruised and unconscious, but otherwise okay.

"___!" Yuji called out as you ran over, his voice filled with both relief and worry.

"What's going on?! What happened to them?" you demanded. Your hands hovered over the two, scanning their faces, unsure of what to do.

"They're okay," Yuji quickly tries to reassure you before another roar cut through the air. Your gaze snapped to the source.

A massive hole in the wall led to the rooftop; and under the pale moonlight stood a hideous beast.

Your eyes widened as you took the sight in: Its warped form shuddered with each step as it lunged toward raven-haired boy about your age.

He was fighting desperately but it was clear he was outmatched.

"What...what is that thing?" you whispered, barely able to believe what you were seeing.

Yuji's expression hardened as he gently lowered Sasaki and Iguchi against the wall.

He glances back to you. "Take care of them while I go save Megumi," he said firmly.

"Yuji wait—"

But he didn't wait. He turned and bolted toward the creature, his figure disappearing into the action.

"YUJI!" you yelled after him.

The fight unfolded before your eyes; each movement sharper and faster than you could follow.

Yuji dodged the monster's attacks with remarkable agility, but the creature's sheer size and strength made it a daunting opponent.

Your hands clenched into fists—torn between staying with the unconscious upperclassmen or chasing after Yuji.

After ensuring Sasaki and Iguchi were safe, you turned your attention to the black-haired teen.

You approached him hesitantly with hands twitching nervously at your sides.

Leaning heavily against the rooftop railing, his face was pale whiled blood streaked his temple.

He blinked at you, a little off-put by your sudden presence. His sharp gaze briefly softened before he quickly looked away, a faint flush coloring his cheeks.

"Who...who are you?" he asked, his tone clipped but not unkind as he regained his composure.

"Uh...I'm ___," you said shyly. "Yuji said your name was Megumi right?"

Before he could reply, Yuji's loud cheerful voice cut through the air as he dodged one of the monster's claws. "Megumi, this is ___! ___, this is Megumi! Nice to meet you both!"

"Are you serious right now?!" Megumi snapped at Yuji, his face turning a deeper red for a split second before his irritation took over.

Yuji grinned as he still avoiding being swiped like his life depended on it. "Come on, you can't fight a curse without knowing everyone's names!"

Megumi groaned, clearly regretting every decision that led to this moment. He turned his glare back to you. "Why are you even here? You need to leave—now!"

You frowned and quickly moved to his side as he fell back against the floor.

He stubbornly tries to push your hands away despite his exhaustion. "I don't need your help," he snapped.

"Stop that," you sternly say, carefully sliding an arm under his to prop him up against the railing. Megumi hissed under his breath as he reluctantly allows it this time.

From across the roof Yuji yells, "Hey Megumi! You're in trouble yourself!"

"And so are you!" Megumi shot back hoarsely. "The only chance you have is to take your friend and those two and run!"

Of course Yuji ignored him. He ducked under the curse's attack, his face set in determination. "Is that your idea of a pep talk?! At this rate all five of us are gonna die!"

"You cannot beat this thing!" Megumi stressed, his tone sharp as he glared at Yuji. "Only a curse can defeat a curse!"

Yuji, still dodging with remarkable agility, didn't relent. "If I quit now I'd be having this nightmare for weeks!" He barely avoided being grabbed, stumbling slightly before catching himself. "Besides..."

He glanced at you for the briefest moment, and something hard, something certain flashed across his face.

"I know what I have to do. I'm already living with a rotten curse of my own!"

Before either you or Megumi could react, Yuji lunged toward the curse, pulling something small and shriveled from his pocket.

"Yuji! What are you—?!" your voice trailed off in horror as he held the thing into his teeth.

Megumi's eyes widened in pure panic. "Don't do it! That's Sukuna's finger! You'll die!"

Your face twisted in disgust. "Wait...did you just say that's a finger in his mouth? Eugh..."

No one paid your comment any mind, least of all Yuji who pushed back against the curse with everything he had.

The curse snapped its massive jaws shut around the First year in attempt to devour him. But Yuji braced himself against the curse's teeth, refusing to let it happen.

"You idiot! Throw the finger down to me! Or you'll get eaten!" Megumi yelled.

The finger dangled grotesquely from Yuji's mouth as the creature tried to force him down its throat.

Yuji's voice rang out through gritted teeth. "There's a way to save everyone! I just need to have my own cursed energy don't I?"

"No! Don't do it!" Megumi eyes suddenly went wide panic as he struggled to push himself up. "Ryomen Sukuna's finger is a strong cursed object. You'll die!"

You froze where you were, the weight of Megumi's words making your heart drop into your stomach. 'Die?'

But Yuji didn't listen.

He threw the finger up and swallowed it whole.

"NO!" Megumi's voice cracked.

For a single, heart-stopping moment, everything fell still.

Then it happened.

A surge of cursed energy exploded from Yuji sending shockwaves all around.

Air rippled violently as debris flew in all directions, the weight of the curse's energy nearly forcing you to your knees.

You shield your face as fragments of wall shot past you.

The grotesque creature screeched as its massive hands disintegrated under the force of Yuji's—transformation, his form now altered.

Strange black tattoos began spreading across his skin, curling up his arms, neck, and face. His light brown eyes, so familiar and warm, were gone—replaced by a blood-red glow.

To your horror a smaller set of eyes opened just beneath his main pair, the sinister crimson gleam sending chills down your spine.

A roar leaves the curse, angry at its amputation before mobbing toward the pinkette for an attack.

Yuji smashes the curse with barely a flick of his wrist, causing pieces of the building to be destroyed along with it.

"Look out!"

You glance up in time to see a giant piece of concrete flying toward you. Rolling away with a yelp, the roof shakes as the spot you had been siting moments ago is crushed.

As the dust began to settle, you and Megumi could only watch as the figure stood amongst the crumbling ruins.

Yuji's expression had twisted into something unrecognizable, a wicked grin curling across his face as a low gravelly laugh echoes through the air.

He straightened to his full height, his movements deliberate and unnervingly smooth, as though testing his body for the first time.

"I knew it," the voice that came from Yuji's mouth wasn't his voice at all. It was deeper, more malicious—every syllable dripping with cruel delight. "The light feels best in the flesh."

Without hesitation the figure grabbed onto Yuji's yellow hoodie and ripped it apart with a violent tear. The sound echoed in the air as shredded fabric fell around him.

"Cursed flesh is so boring. But this? So...much better," he purred, flexing his fingers as if testing his strength.

His gaze landed on Megumi with a hum of amusement. The teen gritted his teeth as he tried and failed to stand, his glare unwavering despite the obvious strain.

The attention didn't stay on the First Year for long. His eyes shifted—to you.

Time seemed to stop.

You froze under the weight of his stare, every muscle in your body stiffening.

Something flashed within his expression—recognition. Interest. A flicker of cruel delight.

"Well well..." Yuji—no Sukuna—moved closer, his stride slow and deliberate.

Despite the familiar face of the boy you had spent the last two years growing close to, the difference was unmistakable.

A wicked grin stretched across his lips as a heavy malice radiated from his very presence, it made your knees weak.

He tilted his head in mock curiosity, crimson gaze regarding you with a hungry knowing stare. "What a surprise we have here."

He was closer now—too close. You instinctively scramble away only for your back collide with the rubble behind you.

"Stay back!" Megumi growled, hoping to draw his attention.

The King of Curses didn't even glance his way. Instead he stepped over the crumbled infrastructure with predatory ease before stopping in front of you.

"So...this is where you have been hiding. And to think I believed all you��Obedient Ones died out."

You blinked. "O-obedient...?"

Sukuna let out a dark chuckle. He crouches down until he was eye-level with you.

"Oh you don't know? How adorable." His black nails grazed your chin, tilting your face upward, forcing you to hold his gaze. "Well let me enlighten you then."

Your trembling didn't go unnoticed. He reveled in it, his malicious gaze drinking in the fear that radiated off you.

"Your bloodline is quite the curiosity. The clan that bends to the will of curse users. The Obedient Ones, as I like to call them."

Your breath hitched as his grin widened.

"Do you know what that means little one?" he crooned, voice soft yet dripping with menace. "It means you're mine to command. Mine to break."

Before you could react his hand darts to the back of your head, grabbing a fistful of your hair.

You yelped as he forced your head back.

The vein in your exposed throat visibly pulsed—a rhythmic beat that made his smile sharpen.

He leaned in, his nose brushing the sensitive skin of your neck before inhaling deeply.

"You reek of fear," he whispered against your ear, the heat of his breath sending icy shivers down your spine. "How delicious."

"S-stop—" you stammered weakly, your voice shaking as you tried to resist.

"Don't worry," he said with a chilling calm, yanking you closer as though you weighed nothing. "I won't hurt you the way you think I will. There's a power inside you've been cursed with. A power I will claim."

The words he whispered next were foreign—a language you couldn't understand. Something ancient and unrecognizable, it seeped into your mind like poison.

Your body began to go slack in his grip, the fear melting away as a strange calm washed over you.

Megumi's heart pounded as he watched the scene unfold.

The wind began to shift unnaturally, pulsing around you and Sukuna as though it had a life of its own.

Your wide terrified eyes took on a faint reddish hue, the same color as Sukuna's cursed energy as your head tilted slightly to stare blankly at the starry night sky.

A faint outline appeared around your neck—a glowing choker with a chain-like leash. It shimmered with energy, leading up to Sukuna's free hand.

Megumi's nails bit into his palms as he struggled to rise.

He didn't know what was going on. But what he did know was that if that chain solidified, something terrible would happen.

The red in your eyes deepened causing the cursed energy around you to intensify.

Sukuna's grin widened as choker grew brighter, the leash almost solidifying.

"So beautiful," his voice dripped with satisfaction. "Shall we seal the deal?"

Just as the cursed leash finally harden—

The entire rooftop seemed to shudder. A crackling hum like static pulsed in the silence as a new presence emerged.

And for the first time, Sukuna's grin faltered.

Satoru Gojo.

The wind whipped around him ruffling his pale white hair.

Cursed energy radiating off of him like a force of nature, he casually stood amidst the destruction as though he'd simply wandered onto the scene by accident.

"Now...this is quite the situation," Gojo said with a casual, almost teasing tone as his head tilted to the side. "Can't leave you kids alone for five minutes huh?"

Sukuna's crimson eyes snapped toward the newcomer, his expression darkening into a growl. "Tch..."

His grip on you tightened instinctively, but the cursed chain flickered again, its glow dimming slightly in the wake of Gojo's arrival.

Before Sukuna could react, Gojo made his move. A controlled burst of cursed energy erupted from Gojo with a flick of his hand.

Slamming into Sukuna with enough force to send rubble scattering across the rooftop, the King of Curses grip was torn away causing you to slump forward.

The cursed choker instantly shattered into wisps of energy.

"Hey!" Megumi sprang forward, his exhaustion forgotten as he caught you just before you fell to the ground.

He pulled you protectively against his chest. Your body was limp, your breathing shallow—but you were alive.

The faintest traces of Sukuna's cursed energy still clung to you, a reddish hue glimmering faintly in your half-lidded eyes.

Megumi's relief was short-lived. His gaze darted back to the scene before him as recognition dawned. "Satoru Gojo? What are you doing here?"

Gojo grinned widely as though he'd just been waiting for someone to ask.

"Oh you know, just saving your life and all. Crazy thing about it I wasn't even planning on showing up tonight...that is until I got an earful from the higher-ups." He leaned toward Megumi, unfazed by the destruction around them. "Something about a special grade object still missing and dereliction of duty. Soooo dramatic right?"

Megumi's jaw tightened as he shifted your dazed figure with an deadpan expression. "This isn't the time for jokes."

Gojo dismissed him with a wave of his hand.

"Relax I'm multitasking. Besides you look hella roughed up. Man, did ya even try fighting?" He pulls his phone out his pocket with a flourish and shit-eating grin. "The Second years are gonna love this—Say cheese!"

Phone raised, the shutter clicked multiple times as Gojo snapped pictures of Megumi cradling you.

A look of horror flash across the younger's face as he groaned, twisting his head to avoid the camera.

"Will you stop that!" Megumi hissed through gritted teeth. "Now is not the time!"

Gojo chuckled as he swiped through the taken photos. "You kids are so high-strung these days. Now...did you find it yet?"

"Gojo huh? Still a pest even now..."

At the call of his name, the Limitless Curse user turned his attention back to Sukuna, his demeanor shifting ever so slightly, though his grin remained firmly in place.

"Is this amusing to you, Gojo Satoru?"

"Amusing? Definitely." He began to walk closer as the black tattoos on Yuji's skin began to fade. "So...you ate the thing?"

Sukuna blinked, visibly disoriented, his smugness wavering. "I...did?" he muttered, the arrogant edge faltering into confusion.

The light brown color in Yuji's eyes resurfaced, the marks fully gone as he release a groan. "Um...what just happened...?"

Gojo crouched down in front of Yuji, his grin widening as he peered at the teen. "Ha ha, damn. It really did combine with you. That's hilarious."

Almost like a switch Yuji bolts up. "____!" His voice cracks with urgency, his first instinct to find you. "Where's—where's ____?!"

Gojo held him back effortlessly, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. "Easy there. Answer a few questions for me and I'll let you see her, yeah?"

"Okay, okay! What do you wanna know?"

"Anything weird about your body?

"Nah...seems okay?"

Gojo rocked back on his heels. "Perfect. Now can you swap out with Sukuna at will?"

Yuji hesitated. "Sukuna?"

"The curse you ate," Gojo clarified, his tone light as though discussing the weather.

Yuji paused then nodded faintly. "Oh? Um yeah I think I can do that."

Gojo's smile sharpened, his gaze flicking toward the barely-conscious Megumi and you, still slumped in his arms. "Good. Then let's test something."

Yuji blinked. "Huh?"

Gojo cracked his knuckles and stretched his legs lazily. "Give us about ten seconds with Sukuna and then switch back into yourself. Easy right?"

"But—"

"Don't worry. I'm way too strong for him," Gojo said nonchalantly, his confidence unwavering.

With that, he tosses a small bag toward Megumi, which the student caught reflexively.

"What is this?" Megumi asked.

"Kikufuku from Kikusuian," Gojo replied nonchalantly with a grin. "It's Sendai's specialty. Super good. I recommend the zunda and cream flavor."

Before he could finish Sukuna erupted with a roar, leaping high into the air with enough force to send cracks through the ground.

"Look out!" Megumi shouted. Smoke exploded through the space as Sukuna landed sending debris flying.

Gojo didn't flinch.

He dodged Sukuna's attack effortlessly, moving with a speed that made the King of Curses' strikes look sluggish.

The rooftop erupted into smoke and rubble as Sukuna roared in frustration, striking at Gojo again and again—only to miss every time.

In fact Gojo was sitting on top of him, completely unbothered as he continued his monologue.

"I think it's the whipped cream inside that really makes Kikufuku stand out, don't you think?"

"Stop MOCKING ME!" Sukuna bellowed, his fury palpable.

Gojo leaned back lazily as he dodged yet another strike. "Hey, since my student is watching and all I might as well show off a little. That's alright with you?" His tone dropped almost conspiratorially, smile never wavering.

The fight escalated into a whirlwind of movement, Gojo's hits precise and unrelenting while Sukuna grew more enraged.

Suddenly Gojo stopped, hands in his pockets as he stepped back and began to count.

"Seven...six...five..."

Sukuna's attack faltered as he blinked in confusion. "What are you doing?"

"Three....two...one."

Yuji's body crumpled to the ground, the tattoos vanishing as Sukuna was forced back into dormancy.

The silence was deafening.

Yuji stirred moments later, groaning as he blinked groggily. "Where's ___? Is...is she okay?!"

Gojo smiled before promptly knocking Yuji out with a sharp tap to the forehead. "Oops. My bad."

Megumi frowned, still holding onto you as Gojo turned his attention back to him. "What about her?"

Gojo approached your dazed form, kneeling beside you as his expression turned uncharacteristically serious.

Megumi shifted slightly causing your head to lolled against his arm, a look of wary in his gaze at whatever the older male was about to do.

"Don't worry Fushiguro. I'm not gonna hurt her," Gojo said smoothly, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "But I do need to make sure she's okay."

Megumi hesitated, his grip on you reluctant, but eventually he loosened his hold just enough for Gojo to reach you.

With a gentleness that seemed almost out of place for him, Gojo slid one arm under your knees and the other behind your back, lifting you from Megumi's hold before placing you carefully in his lap as though you were made of glass.

He slipped off his blindfold revealing piercing blue eyes that seemed to glow faintly in the moonlight.

Gojo softly held your face. His gaze boring into yours intensely, as if searching for something. "C'mon. Don't make me work too hard."

Megumi stiffened, his cheeks flushing faintly as he looked away, finding it all to be weirdly intimate.

But Gojo wasn't paying him any attention. His eyes narrowed slightly as he examined the faint red glow still clinging to your irises.

The cursed energy seemed to hum faintly in response to his gaze, as though recoiling under the weight of his power.

"Yeah... you're a stubborn one huh?" Gojo muttered quietly.

He began to speak words Megumi couldn't understand. The language was foreign, rolling off Gojo's tongue in a melodic cadence that seemed to vibrate through the air.

Wind picking up again, it swirled softly around the three of you, the faint hum of cursed energy growing louder before beginning to dissipate.

Megumi watched your eyelids flutter open as the red in your eyes finally extinguished like a flame.

The first thing you saw was Gojo's uncovered face—shockingly handsome, unfamiliar, and impossibly close.

"Hey sleepyhead," he said teasingly, his lips curving into a faint smirk. "Thought we almost lost you for a second there."

You could only stare at him as the pieces began to fall back into place.

Fragmented memories of Sukuna's voice, the suffocating pressure of cursed energy, and the faint sound of Megumi's shouts all slammed into you at once.

"I... wha—?"

Gojo's smile sharpened. "And enough of that." Before you could speak anymore, his fingers flicked against your temple making you pass out just as Yuji.

Standing, he hoists you into his arms effortlessly, bridal carrying you with practiced ease.

"Ready to go back Fushiguro?" Gojo asked cheerfully, adjusting you in his hold so you rested against his chest. "Oh and don't forget Itadori!"

Megumi shot him a glare but got to his feet. Exhaustion settled in his limbs as he glanced down at Yuji's unconscious form.

And as Gojo led the way, the faint wind still swirling around them, Megumi couldn't help but mutter under his breath.

"This is going to be a nightmare."

[teapotteakettle]

swap!AU

[satorusugurugurl]

I feel like absolute garbage 🙂‍↕️ despite that still writing my smut and I'm about to go suffer at work for eight hours wish my and my throat luck!

Oh, and y’all are gonna cream yourselves with this escort!reader fic I'm about to drop tonight 🥵

Side note: my hubby sent me to run some errands—i left for medication and came back with all the JJK manga so it's on sight I need to know who the lawyer man is!!!

[tojiscrack]

JJK 271 MENTION

“dreams end” using the panels where my glorious king specifically talks about how he hopes that he isn’t dreaming, along with an image of his stunning, mouth-watering, jaw-slacking, toe-curling, leg-opening, gorgeous self with that damned eye symbolism again…

tonight’s meant to be the final chapter of jjk, but something’s telling me this isn’t it 🫢

(the jujutsu_pr account can acknowledge satoru but the literal characters in the manga can’t? especially when jujutsu society’s ‘strongest’ has supposedly ‘died’? did they all just suffer extreme trauma to the point of memory loss surrounding the one person who fought for them all?)

p.s. there was no mention of a body either. and if there’s one thing we know about bodies in jjk, it’s that the best shot at safety for EVERYONE is cremation. and yet, there wasn’t a grave like tsumiki’s or a single mention of what happened to his after yuta returned.

p.s. pt 2 based on the tags i just added about the ‘curse user’, if my satoru returns less strong, it just reinforces everything he’s ever wanted, too: his students surpass him, they live a life where their youth isn’t consistently challenged (the higher ups are dead thanks to him, so no more excessively dangerous missions) and he gets to see the world that he wanted to live through as a teen. it’ll be a full circle.

[dailykugisaki]

Day 278 | id in alt

At least one of the students is a horrid menace to both curses and curse users. I was beginning to lose hope.

[neonscandal]

New JJK fan here, can I ask? In the end of Shibuya arc, Kenjaku end up "eating" Mahito just like that. So, is Geto that strong that if he were alive curses like Mahito will not last long? Thx.

I genuinely love that I'm a pit stop in people's introduction to JJK. It's my pleasure to welcome to the fray, anon.

I appreciate your patience as my thoughts on this didn't feel quite so easy to relay because I've been all over the place lately.

To understand my answer, consider the following:

Geto is a Special Grade sorcerer (and later curse user). This is an indication that his strength is beyond the elders' comprehension but not necessarily that he's The Strongest.

Gojo's birth tipped the scales... but his latent power up, in turn, spurned a larger volume of curses and, one could argue stronger ones at that.

Curses like Hanami, Jogo and Mahito are special grade curses with the ability to communicate and, more than likely, products of Sukuna's awakening in a manner similar to the above. This, we know to take place after Geto's death.

None of this undermines Geto's strength but maybe sheds light on why it's kind of a complex question to consider. In universe, strength demands an offset to maintain balance. We see it not only in the aforementioned curses but also Yuji, Nobara and Megumi's ability to one-on-one take out special grade curses by the end of season 1.

Geto's power enables him to usurp any curses below his grade assessment, especially if they are not bound to another user. In what we've seen in the anime, we haven't actually seen how he subdues those that are also special grade but know, from his fight with Toji and the night parade of a hundred demons, that he's got his fair share of them.

Kenjaku!Geto's ability to make quick work of Mahito is, in part, purely the element of surprise. Having forged a covenant with the curses, they had an honor among thieves type of loyalty. But what isn't particularly portrayed in the anime is that Mahito, in addition to seeing the boundaries of ones' soul, can also see the contents of it. Wouldn't be surprised if he was the litmus test for the curses that kept Kenjaku honest through all his plotting and manipulations out of unbridled curiosity. But what Mahito couldn't see coming was that Geto would one day choose his own blood over him (arguably also a child in his own right). Kenjaku's mercurial spirit ultimately enabled that switch to turn when Mahito's existence no longer outweighed the role he played in Kenjaku's plan and, subsequently, having absorbed Tengen, needed to also be consumed.

TL;DNR: Geto is strong but his strength and that of any sorcerers will always yield even stronger curses. Without Kenjaku's deception, I do still think Geto could have taken Mahito especially if it were he and Gojo taking him.

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

*Yukino relaxes under a tree as he had one of his x-rated books over his face* (gojo encounter)

Gojo was walking under the tree while eating something sweet, humming while showing a happy expression. Though, this made him look to wonder about today. That's when his eyes look up just taking in the warm sun and relaxing even so.

[savrenim]

so I know I talk a lot about 'mathematician Gojo' but has anyone considered how fucking HILARIOUS 'mathematician Suguru' would actually be

ID under cut:

in the Project Runway 'Blood Orange' meme format:

Panel 1: screenshot from the show Jujutsu Kaisen, in which character Gojo Satoru says, "I get what you call a negative natural number"

Panels 2-4: Geto Suguru, reacting as if in a confessional, "'Negative natural number', he's so pretentious. Shut up, it's a fucking integer. 'Negative natural number'."