#first jjk here!!

[solreix]

shoko ieiri as yn's peace.

minsan nakakasawa na lang talagang magkaro'n ng paulit-ulit na ginagawa. gigising, papasok, mag-aaral, uuwi. buti sana kung ganoon kadali, pero sa pagitan no'n ay mayroong katakot-takot at nakakapagod na commute.

minsan, payapa rin sa pakiramdam na maupo sa bus, mag-isa, katabi ng bintana sa tuwing rush hour dahil oo pagod ka, pero alam mo ring pagod ang mga kasama mong pasahero. as if you share the similar, but also different struggles which makes you feel you're not alone.

since she reached college, yn had felt that. exhaustion. loneliness. in the middle of exhausted crowd. hustle lang nang hustle kahit pagod kasi wala namang choice.

she thought she already got accustomed to that life style, and it's okay. she's gonna grow old to that.

not until shoko ieri entered the picture. at ang dating mag-isang si yn sa tabi ng bintana ng bus, pinipilit na magising dahil alam niyang delikadong makatulog—ngayon ay may katabi na, at handang maging sandalan niya.

"okay ka lang?" bulong ni shoko. "sleep, love. mahaba pa."

napanguso siya sa sarili, isinandal ang ulo sa balikat nito bago sumagot, "sorry. imbis na naka-motor ka."

kaya niya namang nagcommute mag-isa. shoko might have insisted on sending her home through her motorcycle, but she refused. trauma sa kaniya ang motor, so she insisted on going home alone.

shoko chuckled. "pinili ko 'to ano ba. isa pa kapag naka-motor tayo, we wouldn't have moments like this," sagot nito.

pero makulit si shoko. mabuti na lang at halos pareho naman sila ng destinasyon kaya hindi na ito mahihirapan nan sobra.

"maghihirap magcommute para sa landi?" biro niya."

mas lalo itong natawa. pabiro nitong pinitik ang noo niya. "oo, para sa landi."

natawa rin siya. never did she imagine she would have someone by her side as she reach for her goals. sanay na sanay siyang mag-isa, being the only child, yet still not the favorite that she is.

but when she met shoko, she realized how it feels be taken care of—and to take care of someone not because she feels obligated to do so. she wants to take care of her too, every waking moment.

"how's your day, by the way?" tanong niya. ayaw niyang matulog as yn wants to enjoy this.

"ayon. ang sarap sakalin ni gojo, sinasadyang galitin si utahime." naramdaman niya ang mahina nitong pagtawa na parang may naalala. "lintik na 'yon, college na nanlalagay pa rin ng bato sa bag."

nanlaki ang mata niya. "umuusok na naman si utahime niyan." miski siya ay natawa. hindi pa man siya ganoon pamilyar noon sa magkakaibigan, ang dalas niyang marinig ang galit ni utahime kay gojo at geto dahil pare-parehas naman sila ng org.

"oo, bukas alam ko lalagyan niya ng palaka sa bag 'yung dalawa eh. nagpapatulong kila mai maghanap."

ganito ang bonding nilang dalawa sa bus. pag-usapan ang buhay ng iba. ng iba equals to kalokohan ni gojo at geto.

"mai?"

"mga freshmen sa isa pa niyang org," shoko replied. "tulog ka na," dagdag nito.

umiling siya. "ayaw. marami ka pang chika."

at nagtuloy lang sila sa pag-uusap tungkol sa nga tropa nito. comedy talaga kapag si gojo ang bida kaya halos nawawala ang antok niya sa bus.

sinusulit niya na, dahil panigurado, realidad ang sasalubong sa kaniya pag-uwi ng bahay. few months left, and she could already feel freedom, pero ngayon—suck it up. basta gigising siyang alam na one day, pareho na sila ng uuwian ni shoko.

"thank you, love," she suddenly whispered as she felt her eyes getting heavy.

"hmm?" shoko seemed to peek at her face, only to see yn fighting sleep. "no. thank you," she whispered back, and finally, yn drifted to sleep.

[hinamie]

I don't want to regret the way I lived

[aonekoda]

cherishing her

[silversoulsociety]

Gojo Satoru ✰青のすみか

[olasketches]

has this been done already??

based on this post

[citycrows]

At least my rage is red, it's the closest to love that you'll ever get.

Yuuji is more than a ray of sunshine. He burns with a hatred that's just for Sukuna. A hatred just for himself.

How terrible, this side of him he can never share with anyone but Sukuna. How fitting, since Sukuna made him this way.

[k-martins]

Dog love 🤍🐺🖤

I'm in love with Shiro and Kuro and I support the hc that they are both in love with Yuji (because they project Megs' feelings lol)

an addendum is that I'm putting my post-canon itfs hc where Megumi remains with the scars of Sukuna under the eyes. no reason in particular. I just really like this detail and wish I had seen megs with them 😅😅.

[asukachii]

Where Our Blue Is

(I don’t like putting watermarks so, PLEASE, if you want to post this gif somewhere GIVE CREDITS! Also, don’t use it in edits/videos. Thanks~)

[visionsofmagic]

day 1: gojo satoru [filming]

࿓ synopsis • before going on a mission, gojo decides to record you while being fucked by him to watch it later.

―❦ nsfw, young!gojo, licking, cum eating, fingering, amateur porn (kinda), harsh, pure strength, pet names, obedient!reader, f!reader, overstimulation • 1.3k • enjoy the beginning of the unholy month! [kinktober m.]

“cmon pretty face, look at the camera,” gojo says behind you, kneeling down to reach your chin with his big hand, grabbing it, and showing your face right towards the camera positioned on the head of the bed you’re currently on. “yeah - fuuuuck, like that, don’t take your eyes from it, I want to look at how tears runnin’ on your face when I watch it later.”

finishing playing with your folds with his fingers, he earns another climax from you. chuckling, without saying anything he turns your face around, making you look at how he licks his own fingers covered with your cum.

the sight gives you fireworks, the stomach twists in excitement, and pussy cliches around nothing, wanting to take him.

gojo rise an eyebrow as he sees the way you look at his shining lips and your cum on his tongue and fingers. “oh - you want some?” without waiting for an answer from you, his fingers find your inner thighs, caressing them with his fingers once again.

he kneels down until his face is at the same level as your face. blue orbs reflection of heaven on earth stays too close to allow you to focus on anything but him, so, when his tongue enters your mouth, you moan his name as you taste your own cum on your tongue, flowing from his hot one to yours.

he doesn’t stay long but he makes sure you taste yourself on his tongue. getting back, his fingers open your folds, and positioning himself, he shows the camera for you to look at.

obeying, you look at the camera, shyness and feeling a bit whore like make you turn on the moment you see the reflection of you on the screen turned to you - oh how gojo went to the shopping center and pick the one which would allow you to see yourself in it while recording. the audacity of this man!

“oh yeah, I definitely chose the right one pretty! right?” he asks, smirking down at your face before his eyes travel to your back and find your ass cheeks from there, eyes finally stop at the sight of his long cock staying right behind your pussy hole. “fuck!” he swears, a hand finds your hair, pull it up as your face stays at the same level with the camera’s focus. “don’t you fucking dare to move your face no more, I want to watch every bit of it when you take all of my cock until I break that brain of yours into hundred pieces whore.”

it's always has been hard to endure his desires, and replying them with obedience, especially in these kinds of moments in which gojo likes to see you as a fuck toy instead of his dearest lover since he has a habit of doing everything at the highest level, not at a normal rate - and that makes you nod, your own taste still can be felt ghost on your tongue, tears still dropping on your cheeks, waiting for his dick to enter your already abused pussy.

not wasting any seconds further, gojo shoves himself into you, not too harsh, not too gentle but surely enough to make you scream his name as your eyes close full shut the moment he goes out and in with another impactful thrust - and you swear he chuckles so deeply that the images of himself watching this moment over and over again only to see how he makes your mind go dizzy, knees get weak, forgetting about you are being filmed from the beginning to the end - and it's all just because how he fucks you, "shiiit pretty, what a show for me!" he smiles widely, hands grip the waist from right and left sides. thrusting into your aching pussy with an unstable rhythm while adjusting his position, holding your ass up, and pulling you until his tip slowly enters and you reach the end of his cock - deeper than ever, he takes a glance at the camera to see which expression you have on.

while you feel his balls hitting your ass cheeks, his hands begin to grip the skin under his hold, your waist, with such force that he shows how your weight is nothing compared to his pure strength - proving it by not moving his hips, instead, he uses your own body, pushing and pulling it towards him. sounds you make - moans, screams, cries, swears on gojo's lips, sweats flowing both of your bodies into one another - only you can make him sweat, pure hitting sounds you create - produce a pornographic air you melt into by feeling shy and hot at the same time because it's always like this with gojo, isn't it? - being both his precious lover and own whore.

he grabs your neck with his right hand, and shoves your face into the pillow under you, saying, "pay attention to me my pretty slut," he takes the camera, holding it in his right hand, he first records your face turned to him and you can only look at the black lens of the camera while taking deep breaths. "fuuck! look at you! are you already cryin'? is it too much? is my dick too much to handle?"

he asks as if he cares but in the end, he doesn't. the proof comes suddenly when he begins to film your ass, the way his cock enters your pussy comes into the screen and gojo loses himself once again, slapping your ass, "'toru!"

"scream my name mor - agggh, 'is so good, so fucking good!" he holds one of your ass cheeks the moment you look back at him and see him with all his glory; shining eyes focused on the camera and the sight it captures - what a shame you wouldn't be able to watch it until he comes back again. "look at the mess you're making," he looks up at your face as he continues to fuck you into oblivion - your brain is long gone and he understands - oh he understands it damn well that he beings to mock you as he higher the camera's lens up until your face is visible on it - the face of a brainless pretty girl because of only his cock inside your warm walls. "she even doesn't know she cums right now - for the fourth time already!"

then, you feel the wetness coming out of your pussy into your inner thighs, flowing on his cock and dripping into the bedsheets from there.

closing your eyes because of pure shame, your senses rise up, providing you to receive each pleasure mixed with pain and he didn't even cum yet!

understanding the meaning of your actions when you rise the ass up, allowing him to go deeper - further - harder, saying his name over and over again, "satoru! agghh, 'toru -" he leaves a chuckle, would sound like a melody to the ears if it wasn't so devilish. kneeling down at your level, his bare chest touching your exposed back completely, he cages you in his arms as he puts down the camera on the pillow right beside you. his cock now is deep inside of you and it takes the last breaths away from you. you feel so full that you believe if you move an inch, it will end with such pain mixed with pleasure this time.

looking at you through the camera's reflection, one of gojo's palms find your abdomen, pushing it so that he can feel the curves of his cock through your skin while the free one holds you from the chin. cheek to cheek, he makes you look at his reflection - right into his piercing eyes shining with sparkles of joy, lust, and passion, he smiles widely, displaying thirty-two teeth, "don't you think about it. I will cum the moment you have nothing left," he kisses your cheeks - a love act which feels much more like mocking, "I can't let it go waste, can I, my pretty doll?"

❦ tagging: @lilvampirina !

[lotus-pear]

new reblog game just dropped‼️ reblog this with a description of your fav bsd ship without explicitly stating either of the character’s names and we have to guess the pairing

[my-fancy-hat]

Some people put white candles and yellow flowers (a tradition to celebrate the beggining of the spring giving yellow flowers to your most beloved one) to a Gojo poster in the subway of Santiago de Chile😭😭🕊

Edit: it got into the news lol

[saatoruus]

summary ⭑.ᐟ beach episode gojo ... youve been out in the heat all afternoon n the sight of you licking and lapping at an icecream be brought you had his patience snapping ...

wc. 1.1k

warnings ! fem!reader, needy gojo, dirty talk, lovedrunk, sloppy kissing, throating a popsicle, no sex but filth ! mdni

a.n ´ˎ˗ super loosely proofread, i got so carried away brah.. ignore any shitty formatting and or wording i am sotired LMFAO this was supposed to be shorttttt and an icebreaker !!! this man is plaguing my mind orz reqs open sooonn !

satoru was always so attentive, even before becoming your boyfriend. he loved being your little lapdog, fawning and doting, offering whatever he thought you might've needed in that moment; in this case, being an outstretched milkpop, fresh out the wrapper.

one thing you had picked up on insanely quickly was satorus fragile resolve at anything visual - the mere sight of you often times had him unable to pull his eyes off your soft features and dick perked in his pants; those hips he had held bruisingly tight more than a hundred times, the gentle curve of your waist up into the swell of your breasts. it really didnt matter what you were wearing, he was lovedrunk off you at all times, anywhere.

this however meant when you wore things intended to show skin, he was like a drooling, greedy animal that hadnt had the pleasure of a meal in days.

satoru had been desperately trying to keep his wandering eyes on anything but how your ass looked in the tiny little bikini thong all day at their sweet summer outing to the beach, your choice of bikini leaving extremely little to his imagination. the subtle bounce of the girls—your breasts, which he loved so dearly—every time you laughed or moved had him reeling and adjusting his hard length in his trunks whenever he had the fleeting chance, the aching in his groin ever-present.

he had been in the ocean for a majority of the time in fruitless attempts to keep his horny brain from your sweet form, wet white hair sticking to his forehead every time he deemed his thoughts.. mostly appropriate enough to return beneath the parasol with you, never for long. he had been having real trouble all day resisting the urge to flip you over into the towel and rail the fuck out of you, or perhaps crawl over your face-down sunbathing form; his desperate, greedy dick pressing at the bikini thong covering your dripping hole. this was a private beach, after all, rented by mr. gojo himself for your shared holiday, it wasn't like anybody was around to drink up the needy sounds and whines youd let out other than him.

the sweet treat was already beginning to bead and melt at the bottom due to the heat, urging attention as you took it, that knowing arch of your brow more than evident in the grinning face of satoru; who was sat on the other end of your towel in his trunks, sunglasses perched down his nose as he peeked over em, clearly eager to get a glimpse at your sweet tongue lapping up and enjoying the icecream. he was still slightly damp from his most recent retreat into the waves at a particularly vivid thought of you laid out nude beneath him. the gesture was truly too calculated, your favourite brand of milkpop in your hand. vanilla, despite you liking the strawberry one more... could've guessed why he chose that one out of the three flavours.

if it was a little show he yearned for so desperately, it wouldn't hurt to tease just a little.. those bottomless blue eyes were practically sparkling in the dim shade of the parasol overhead, gleaming and burning into your face as lips parted; tongue trailed out along the underside of the milkpop as it found its agonizingly slow way over the soft muscle and further delving into the warm wet of tight throat. stray drips of melted icecream were pooling at the corners of your mouth, caused in combination by the suns heat and the unmistakable one, near equal, emanating from your parted lips; making his heart thud heavily against his ribs in restraint to keep his own lips off the dripping mess down your chin.

the display had his jaw in the sand, massive eyes zeroed in on the way your pink muscle chased along after the sweet cream-coloured liquid at your lip. the frazzled, red-cheeked face before you coaxing a triumphant grin over your features despite the determination to remain steely. he was just so eager.. like a little white puppy waiting for a treat being tossed his way.

clearly, the nonchalant act wasnt going well, nor getting him far whatsoever. especially not currently, judging by how you took the milkpop fully in before him, making his white brow quirk in annoyance and aching need to claim that throat for the umpteenth time. it should've been him!

"baby, y'know ah.. if you really wanted to cool down.." he started, pink blush creeping up his pale neck and into his face all afternoon, tenfold next to you. heere we go.. that hand on your hip, thumb rubbing mindless circles into the warm sunkissed skin there, his grin flashing and low eyes searching the expanse of your body; soft skin finally within his grasp after he held off so long, so long.

that lovedrunk look on his face told you everything you needed to know, a mirrored grin on your face as the agonising bridge between you was bridged; half-melted icecream retrieved by his large hand as gojo finished it off for you, leaning to share the sweetness of the treat, tongues cold—not for long, pressed together greedily.

satoru kissed you like you were his life essence, leaning impossibly close to drink up anything and everything you'd give him, two pairs of soft lips pressed up sweetly; he practically tied your tongues together in his eagerness, both hands tugging you closer by the hips - a huff of breath.

—snap !

it wasn't long at all before your bikini had been tugged off with ease, the center string connecting the two small triangles of pink fabric broken in his hastily fierce grip, greedy mouth leaving yours to travel down across whatever patch he could reach—far too desperate to feel you around his begging cock to think straight; hungry lips sucking brief, fleeting little marks into the valley of your breasts and down your front until the inside of your knees were hooked over his shoulders.

"you got someth'n way sweeter f'me, pretty girl.." and his breath huffed out hotly over your thinly veiled core with each word, panting like a hungry dog at your entrance, his eyes trained on the unmistakable growing damp spot beckoning him from beneath the fabric, that broad grin spreading across his face, the one you loved. "can't take the teasin'.. y'know that, sweetpea.. m'gonna ruin this pretty pussy for keepin' me waiting.."

you likely wouldn't be heading inside out of the heat anytime soon ... hopefully you'd be able to walk by that time—though knowing your boyfriend, he'd have to carry you like always .

© saatoruus ! do not repost, translate, plagiarize or use my work anywhere

[hinamie]

yuuji and megumi on the same skateboard

on it boss

[lotus-lamps]

like father like son

hes just toji but smol

[withloue]

my one and only, the only one i had

[ quote from ― Clementine von Radics, In a Dream You Saw a Way to Survive ]

[duckiemimi]

perhaps gojo’s impossibly indestructible tight black t-shirt is another metaphor for the walls he put up after being abandoned in shinjuku, much like his infinity; to keep people out when on the contrary, he yearns for human connection. perhaps the only person capable of taking that shirt off is geto—*security pulls me off stage*