#gojo sealed

[noroi1000]

[soymilkeuu]

GOJO SATORU ICONS SHIBUYA INCIDENT

Gojo Satoru has been sealed

[gumisgirl]

The way Shibuya arc just started and I'm already stressed

And yes I've seen the ch.236 leaks and I'm fucking pissed. What a fucking thursday. I was just considering starting the manga and now idk

The only upside of yesterday was seeing feral gojo 🤭😩😩

[imaginarylungfish]

i was wondering why kenjaku knew that gojo would freeze when he saw geto's body in shibuya. like it makes sense to us as viewers since we know gojo and geto were best friends. but then i remembered kenjaku gets the memories of the body he takes over, right? so he had geto's memories of being gojo's best friend. he used gojo's weakness (love).

[garoujo]

✩ ˛˚ . GOJO SATORU — you know as soon as you get out of bed, satoru isn’t going to be far behind you, especially when you’re draped in his shirt.

ஜ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ warnings! f!reader, insatiable satoru :3, mostly teasing, some morning scenes as he tries to drag you back to bed, you’re in his shirt, he lifts you up at the end. ♡ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ note! i am so very obsessed + crazed, i can’t stop <3

it’s still early, barely light outside as you stand in the kitchen of your shared apartment. you’ve left your boyfriend gojo still in bed, you felt a little bad waking him up when he always looked so peaceful, probably tired out after the night he’d given you lastnight— the evidence of his efforts still burning on your skin where he’s left his mark.

but it had still been an effort to peel him off of you no matter how soundly he slept, having to pull yourself away from the warmth of his chest— his arms were like a puzzle with how tightly he wraps them around you, but you thought he’d appreciate waking up to some coffee and breakfast on his day off.

the air in the kitchen is still cold, something you’ve put down to the early morning— the roads outside are still quiet but there’s a slight breeze along your bare thighs when you move. the rest of your body is fine though, draped comfily in one of satoru’s ridiculously huge shirts, the perks of your boyfriend being over 6’3 ofcourse—plus he always payed such expensive amounts for his clothes, it was almost guaranteed they were gonna be comfy.

you giggle as you scoop a ridiculous amount of sugar into your boyfriends coffee cup, the ceramic identical to yours— his idea when he started coming over more often, but you still thought his sweet tooth was adorable.

“oh? good morning to you too, sweet thing.” your train of thought is interrupted by the smooth, still sleepy drawl as you shoot a quick glance over your shoulder to see gojo already approaching you. he couldn’t be apart from you too long afterall— it’s like his soul was tied with yours. he’s still shirtless, his hair is messy from sleep— snowy peaks framing his features while his sweatpants rest dangerously low on his hips.

“you’re awake early.” you sigh out, dreamily as you feel your boyfriends chest press against your back, his long arms circling their way around your waist from behind as he rests his head in the crook of your neck.

“mhm, how my supposed to sleep without you, hah? so cruel.” there’s a slight whine to gojo’s words, you can still hear the sleepiness in his tone but it makes you smile when it’s followed by a smeared kiss along your jawline. you roll your eyes before you lean into him, feeling his fingertips trace along the hem of your shirt, his shirt that’s hanging around your thighs before he speaks again.

“you teasin’ me?” his words are lower this time, a little more than a growl as he plays around with the fabric between his fingers— grumbling before he’s deliberately pressing his hips into you from behind. he’s close and warm, making sure you can feel the problem you left him with this morning when you got out of bed without him— straining against the fabric of his sweats.

“‘toru, it’s 8am. you’re insatiable.” you giggle out, a sweet little sound so early in the morning and it only seems to draw gojo in closer to you— smiling into his next kiss along your throat as he rolls his hips into you.

“oh, but you left me cold and alone, i think you gotta make that up to me, no?” he’s teasing you, trying to lure you back into where he wants you most— not that he wouldn’t have you anywhere, he’s already had his way with you around this whole apartment. but he wants nothing more than you between the sheets right now, wrapped up in him and the plush mattress beneath you both.

“i’m literally making you a coffee. you needed the rest.” you try to argue but you should know that gojo’s never one to back down. you feel his fingers trail slowly underneath the hem of his shirt, before he sighs with the first teasing swipe along the inside of your bare thigh, so dangerously close to your folds that you shudder. no panties either? you really were teasing him.

“hah? but i feel better than ever.” he tries to argue, oh so convincingly before he’s turning you to face him— peppering sweet, ticklish smooches along your features until you’re arms are wrapping around his shoulders and your eyes are finally on him.

“oh, i’m sure~” you grin, his crystalline gaze is sleepy as you brush your fingers through his bed head— scratching at his scalp before he’s sending you a lopsided grin, followed by a quick peck against your lips.

“got no choice. you need a demostration? let’s go, sweet thing. only one way to show you.” is all you hear from gojo before he’s suddenly got you thrown over his shoulder, and you truly forget how strong he really is until he’s handling you with such ease— holding you with one arm like you’re as light as a feather.

“satoru! what about breakfast?” not that you’re putting up much of a fight, you can basically feel the smug look that’s on his face already as he turns to drag you back to bed. you grumble, defeated but it quickly turns to a shriek when you feel your boyfriends free hand come down sharply on your ass as he chuckles.

“hm? don’t mind. i’m hungry f’ somethin’ else right now, baby.”

© 2023 GAROUJO. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

[ttoya]

Gojo Satoru ✩ Season 2

[vvunderkind]

💙🩵🦋

[bodega-catto]

I love junjō romantica

[lulla-bee]

three years of youth in a minute

[gojosbf]

itafushi <3

[cieric-of-chaos]

Shibuya arc is really just a trauma Speedrun for yuji

[gumisgirl]

My man is very capable of handling shit by himself, but I still hate that they're always sending him by himself.. :'(

Literally.

If he'd just gone with nanami or even yuuji, we wouldn't be here rn

[thesaintelectric]

the problem with jjk *is* gojo imo, he was such a titanic presence that rather than being a story with a mentor who had completed his arc, the story has to bend around him at every moment until it reaches a reasonable point to kill him. and then its a surprising fast roll to the finish line

[garoujo]

✩ ˛˚ . GOJO SATORU — you’re not sure if it’s normal for a ‘relationship’ like you and gojo’s to be so constant.

ஜ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ contents! situationship!gojo, although it seems to be a little more than that, fluff! he’s a clingy baby ♡ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ note! i literally had to pull over at the side of this road to write this in my notes <3 childe is coming tomoz guys i swear !

“satoru, i have to leave eventually, i can’t stay here forever.” you sigh from where you’re wrapped in gojo’s, your… friend’s bed, his sheets, his shirt. you’re not sure how long you’ve been here, three? four days maybe, it’s like both of you are just ignoring that maybe this is a little more than what you’re trying to say it is.

“you leavin’ me cold? where’s your heart.” hes teasing you as he whines playfully, pouting from where he’s standing at the foot of his bed. he’s still shirtless from his shower— his snowy hair is wet, framing his features and you think it’s annoyingly unfair how low on his hips his sweatpants are resting. “bring back my sweet girl.”

he’s not sure how to tell you that he doesn’t remember the last time he had a full nights sleep before you’d started staying over.

“none of my stuff is here.” you try to reason but gojo’s so fast to send you a handsome sort of grin before he’s turning away from you momentarily. you watch him hum as he picks his slacks up from the floor, reaching into the side pocket to pull out his wallet before reaching so quickly for the sleek black card inside with a shrug.

“i’ll get you new stuff. see,” he tilts his head towards the card and you know he’s serious despite his smooth tone, the ridiculously luxury apartment you’re in right now and his usual expensive clothes was enough proof that he could, but that’s not what you meant.

“no, satoru, i’m serious. i need my clothes.” you sigh as you lean yourself back into the plush pillows beneath you, youre grumbling like you’re being held here against your will but you’ve still made no real effort to move from your place.

you feel the mattress at your feet dip as gojo pushes himself back onto the bed, his fingertips reaching to wrap gently around your calf as he crawls his way towards you. it’s incredibly intimate the way he looks up at you through his lashes, lifting your leg slightly until you feel his lips trace along the inside of ankle, leaving short—soft pecks in their wake.

his gaze remains on yours as he trails kisses up your skin, continuing until he’s high enough to let his chin rest on your stomach, long arms wrapping underneath your waist as he shoots you another smile. “oh? but you look so good already, sweet thing.”

you groan at that, “satoru! omg, i need an outfit. i cant just live in your stuff.” — as comfortable as it is.

“yeah yeah, i hear you. i can take you there, wait f’ you and bring you back.” gojo grumbles from where he’s hugging himself into you, bringing up one of his hands like he’s talking you through a plan as you watch his fingers wave around in the air with his words.

you sigh again, for what feels like the millionth time today, but you still let your fingers push their way through the damp roots of the man over you’s hair— a motion that earns you a quick kiss pressed through your shirt before he lets the silence linger comfortably.

you think this was probably a lot more than what you’re both trying to say it is.

“hm, so you wanna go on a date, ‘s that it?” gojo grumbles a few moments later, goading as he shoots you one of his cheekier smirks before he’s pushing himself up high enough to curl over you. but the playful jokes makes you feel suddenly warm as you look up at him— trying so hard to retain the frown on your features despite the way his crystalline gaze makes you want to melt into a puddle.

“you’re so annoying.” you try to push him away but he doesn’t budge as he chuckles, leaning down to press his face ticklishly into the crook of your neck as he pokes playfully at the sides of your waist— just enough to kick start a laughing fit. “‘toru! i swear—“

“oh? i see how it is. why’re you mad?” you can barely breathe as gojo presses you into the mattress beneath you— twitching and wriggling underneath his huge body as he continues to press into your ticklish spots.

“s-stop it! i’m not mad.”

“oh yeah? well i haven’t done anything afterall! you said you wanted an outfit, don’t go all shy on me now~” he’s deliberately accompanying each touch with an onslaught of kisses along the crook of your neck that make you shudder.

“satoru! oh my god, i’m gonna kill you.” you gasp as you kick your legs, giggling uncontrollably until you feel him cease suddenly and drop himself back on top of you with a huff.

“oh, scary! you said it, sweet girl. you fallin’ for me? i knew it! it can’t be helped, i’ll be happy to take you out if you ask nicely.”

gojo’s lips rest against your jawline as he speaks this time; smooth as honey while his hands push their way underneath the hem of your—his shirt. his fingers rest gently at your waist before he begins tracing something messily, probably something similar to a heart if you were to focus on it a little more.

you don’t answer him this time, like you’ve admitted defeat as your arms wrap around him— letting him melt into you a little longer before he’s pushing himself up to press a kiss against your cheek, then your lips when you turn around to face him.

“hm, that’s too bad. i kinda wanted to keep you locked away in here for a little while longer. oh well.” gojo smirks as he tries to feign disappointed, pinching between his brows before he’s shooting you a wink and leaning in for another kiss. his lips linger a little longer this time, tongue coming out to tease along your lower lip before he pulls away suddenly a few moments later— leaving you pouty and all of a sudden kiss starved.

you watch him fumble around for a little bit, sorting through the clothes that you both had peeled off in such a rush the night before. you give him a confused look when he bends over; rising back up as he shakes his car keys at you with another one of his signature grins.

“aw, don’t look at me like that. come on, we got somewhere to be, right? wear somethin’ nice f’ me.”

© 2023 GAROUJO. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

[luvreyn]

DAD

GOJO X READER + READER & MEGUMI & TSUMIKI

Satoru sure is taking his time buying the missing ingredients for your dinner. On the living room couch, Megumi is looking at his textbooks quietly while you and Tsumiki entertain yourselves by solving her advanced math assignments.

You would’ve helped Megumi too, but he’s been avoiding you, and you figured he didn’t want his former teacher getting into his business, so you refrained.

"That’s great, Tsumiki!" You praised "Great work!"

She beamed.  "Thank you for helping me!"

"You’re welcome!" Then you turned the page to solve the last problem. "What about this?"

"Please don’t."

You turned to the voice only to jump in surprise when you saw that it was Megumi who approached you. Tsumiki hopped off the high chair, as if she knew what was on Megumi’s mind.

"Please don’t-"

"Megu-" Tsumiki tried to stop him, but Megumi shakes his head.

His fisted fingers are holding onto his shirt tightly.

Please don’t? What?  The confusion must be evident in your face.

Megumi swallowed hard. "Please don’t take my dad. Please don’t take my dad away."

"Megumi," Tsumiki said, arms going around Megumi’s shaking shoulders.

Oh. You swallowed, and your throat feels tight looking at them. You know he’s a kid, but he’s never acted like one. It surprises and hurts you that you didn’t think about how he’d feel knowing that his former teacher and guardian are dating. No, not their guardian, Satoru is their Dad.

They’re still so young; they shouldn’t be feeling this way.

But they do, your mind whispers. You know why they feel this way.

"Megumi, Tsumiki..." you started, and Tsumiki looks up at you, worry and fear in her eyes, but Megumi is still bowing his head. You held their hands gently. You kneeled so they could see your eyes properly. "Listen to me, okay?"

"I won’t take your Dad," you promised, Megumi looks at you in surprise and relief. "But can I have Satoru?"

Tsumiki and Megumi looked at one another before they nodded, "Okay," their tone soft, small.

"Thank you."

You opened your arms to them, and your heart felt so full when they ran to hug you. It’s only when they both rested their heads on your shoulders that you felt tears.

They must’ve been so scared. You blame your thoughtlessness. You should've been more careful; you should've assured them properly.

"There, there," you say, patting their backs in what you hope is a comforting manner. "Your Dad loves you, okay? It’s not going to change just because I’m in the picture."

Megumi nodded, sniffing, while Tsumiki cried harder, and you had the urge to smack the people who caused him and Tsumiki pain—the ones responsible for putting that kind of expression on their young faces.

So you carried them both gently, and their arms are around you for stability while they lay their heads on your shoulders. You sway gently while muttering words of assurance and love to the kids you've grown to love.

Behind the wall, Satoru smiles while listening to your voice comforting his kids. You must’ve been so worried that you didn’t notice that he'd been gone for so long for someone who just went to the nearby convenience store, and it didn’t dawn on you that Megumi called him Dad.

In truth, he didn't expect that Megumi would consider him his Dad, much less call him that way. He's always thought that Megumi just tolerated his presence, but he should’ve known better than to doubt Megumi. That boy knows how to mask his real feelings well, partly because he’s a Zenin and partly because of a Zenin. No, Toji Fushiguro didn’t want to be a Zenin.

Still, he hoped that Toji knew how much the kids he abandoned suffered because of his neglect. He hopes Toji regretted his decision and loss.

Satoru shakes his head. It doesn’t matter now. It doesn’t matter that Toji abandoned them; it doesn’t matter that he’s facing resistance and pressure from the Zenins by having the sole inheritor of their clan technique in his care; and it doesn’t matter that he’s still too young to be a proper father because he is their Dad and he will protect them or die trying. Most of all, he knows you have his and the kids backs through it all.

Please don’t take my Dad

Tsumiki and Megumi are not his by blood, but they’re his. His to protect, to care for, and to love.

"Your Dad loves you. Satoru loves you both so much."

Satoru closes his eyes and relaxed.

might be full of inconsistency and error cuz i wrote this in a rush. jjk 219 leak got me like this i need to write a not angst story for my soul and sanity TT___TT

[3-aem]

gojo has been sealed and is also ded so i now officially don’t even know what jjk is about anymore and if you think i’m gonna try, ur wrong about that, call me when he’s alive again or don’t call me at all