#gojo wasn't special to sukuna like he was to everyone else

[epickiya722]

I'm actually not surprised reading that Sukuna was not giving it his all. It's Sukuna, of course, he wouldn't. He's an evil dude. He toys with people.

Why in the hell would he give it his all... at all?

He'll praise you, he'll recognize your strength. But at the end of the day, he's just looking for some entertainment.

[killishin]

— ☆ meet me under the moonlight.

PART 03.

pairing: gojo satoru x reader

summary: reader's a special grade sorcerer. after losing your sister, you needed someone, you needed satoru. but he wasn't there. things did not end on good terms with him, your ex, before you moved overseas. reader is dead set on avoiding satoru while he just wants you back, no matter what.

content warning: mentions of blood, death, alcohol, yuji did not eat the finger he's a normal jujutsu student, afab reader, mentions of depression, reader is a special grade sorcerer a badass heh, a bit gore, i made reader's curse technique similar to sukuna's, reader's parents being shitty, use of foul language, i'll add the necessary cw as we go.

category: a shit ton of fluff, (failed) attempt at comedy, angst here and there, second chance troupe, no smut, suggestive themes.

a/n: had a bit of writer's block while doing this, so im not really proud of this one. hope everyone likes it :)

wc: 6.8k

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dividers by @cafekitsune

you're sprawled on your couch, legs resting on the coffee table while something random played on the tv, knocked out and deep in sleep when suddenly the sound of a call tore through your sleep.

you groaned as you lifted your head, eyes squinted while your lips pulled into a frown. angrily you swiped the phone from the table and checked the number.

unknown it read. probably spam. so you hung up and threw it beside you, resting your head back before closing your eyes.

you needed this sleep, not just cus you loved sleeping but this weeks been too much. too much change drains you and then there's that constant worrying about what you'll do bout your pesky parents that have been bothering you nonstop.

oh and satoru. currently your biggest headache.

but it seems you can have no peace as your phone vibrates again. you sigh out a curse before checking your phone and of course, its the same number. you have a half a mind of cussing out the person on the other end as you pick up.

"who the fuck is this?" you grumbled, your voice still a bit raspy from the sleepy haze you're in, hands moving to pause the show on your tv.

"wow— hello to you too." came a familiar voice and your brows furrowed before it clicked.

"utahime??"

"yeah who else? wait you didn't even have my number saved?" she scoffed out, mumbling something too quiet to catch over the phone but she definitely called you something nasty. but its all good, you knew that women is a sweetheart. you probably deserved it anyway, you didn't quite keep contact over the years– more so actively avoided them. all except shoko.

"yeah sorry." you mumbled as you sat up, pulling your legs down as you massaged your forehead. you now had a headache from an incomplete sleep, you really were getting old. "it's nice to hear you. even if its you cussing me out."

she chuckled softly and you could picture that gentle smile on her usually grumpy face. "you deserved it. were you asleep though? you sound like it."

"yeah i was. i was tired— i crashed as soon as i came back home." you didn't bother explaining why you were tired. but you did crash as soon as you stepped in. though you did think to change before taking a nap, its too uncomfortable sleeping in clothes you spent the whole day working in. and you needed the noise from the tv, something that's a habit of yours to feel less lonely.

"he tired you out that much huh?" she mused teasingly and you stifled a groan, rubbing at your face in annoyance.

"since when did shoko become such a gossiper?" you scowled, pushing your hair back before sinking back on your couch. you had told shoko about satoru being an idiot as usual, you were gonna hold off on the venting now.

"she simply shared her concerns for you." she chuckled, not bothering to hide her sarcasm.

"yeah right." you rolled your eyes at that, "so did you call to bore me?"

"no— so damn rude." she murmured under her breath with a huff, "you didn't meet me. and mei mei too. so i was thinking why not meet somewhere today? I'd really love to get out of this shithole."

your brows raised a bit in contemplation. you were free of course, nothing scheduled expect planning and procrastinating when to have dinner with your family.

"sure. where?"

"well i had suggested a nice little cafe— or restaurant. but mei mei said she wanted fun. said she missed taking shots with you." she pretended to sound inconvenienced and you stifled a laugh. mei mei made it sound like you did it on the regular, but it was just a singular experience. and it was gross because you puked it out later.

"yeah i don't do that anymore. she's gonna be sorely disappointed." its not that you didn't indulge in alcohol anymore, sometimes it helped even but you weren't that carefree anymore. too much lost too soon and you lost yourself along the way.

"yeah well, at least it'll help us unwind a bit. so— her idea, is going to a bar. you, me, mei mei and shoko. just us girls." she said and there was a bit shuffling on the other side.

you could use a drink. and a night out. and its them, it'd help genuinely take your mind off things.

so you sigh and look up at the ceiling, hoping it won't turn into a regret. "sure. not like i have any other choice. you'd probably drag me out anyway."

she giggled smugly, "you bet your ass i would."

after agreeing at the time and place you hung up you look around, your apartment's a bit of a mess. books strewn across your couch and coffee table, clothes out the laundry yet to be folded and tucked away. at least the dishes aren't piled up.

you were about to get up and clean up when your phone buzzed again. you checked and its a text from another unknown number. it can't be utahime, you just saved her contact.

but then you really looked at the text.

unknown: heyyyyyy ;))

the only person— man who attaches so many 'y' is, unfortunately, your own ex. so you decided to ignore it. no satoru for the weekned, you choose peace.

you tried to ignore the incessant buzzing while you folded your laundry but your curiosity could only be ignored for so long before you break. so you check your phone again.

unknown: of course you're ignoring me.

unknown: come on a text back won't hurt! I'll be nice i swear! :((((

unknown: sweetheart. (10 more of the same fucking text)

but the next one made your heart drop.

unknown: alright i didn't want to use this as leverage but you leave me no choice.

and there's the photo of your pendent below that text. your hand flies to your chest and you almost have a heart attack when you realise your neck's actually empty. you didn't realise when your hands started sweating and clamed up while your breath quickened, you quickly called that number.

"hey sweetheart." he murmured languidly and you're way too panicking right now to notice how sweetly he said that.

"did you really fucking steal my pendent, satoru?" you snapped into the phone, hurrying to pull over a knitted sweater and your keys to hunt down this idiot.

"you really think that low of me?!" he gasped and your brows furrowed as you pinched the bridge of your nose.

"yes. now tell me where the hell you are." it wasn't a request, you really were on edge. that pendent had become more than something that held sentimental value, it helped you in anxious situation, something to ground you to reality. yeah satoru gave that to you but you had already put in a picture of yumi in it so you couldn't throw it away. now its a part of you.

"firstly, be nice. i didn't steal it. i simply found it lying on the site when we were about to leave. the clasp was broken." (he may or may not have broken it.)

"and why should i believe you?" you questioned apprehensively, your eyes narrowing as you pause by the door.

"because the clasp really is broken. you can see for yourself." he replied casually, sounding so sure and confident that you couldn't help but reluctantly believe him.

you were silent for a moment before you sighed, your tense shoulders stumping a bit before you rubbed your forehead. "alright where are you? I'll come and get it—"

"come down."

wait what? "what do you mean?"

"im waiting by your apartment. come down." he said softly and you could almost hear the amusement that he's trying to hide. your brows furrowed in confusion, your eyes widening and narrowing continously as you raced to your balcony before peering down.

and he's there, looking up as if he sensed you coming to check. and fuck— he's not wearing those stupid blindfold. he's wearing those dark tinted sunglasses. you're suddenly overcome with the need to pull them off to see those eyes again.

more over he isn't in his work uniform. he's wearing all black, a simple shirt and trouser but you bet they must cost more than someone's yearly salary. bias aside, he really does look smokin'. your younger self would have swooned. hell you would swoon too but fortunately you can control yourself.

"what— how— who told you my address– wait who even gave you my number?!" you huffed out as you pushed your glasses up that kept slipping down your nose.

he laughed heartily, a toothy grin on his face as he waved you down. "come down and i might just tell you my secrets."

you sighed and to your surprise, a small smile broke out despite your best efforts not to. "you're just so..."

"charming? cute? romantic?"

"insufferable." you muttered, keeping the amusement hidden from your tone but he could always tell.

after hanging up you took the elevator trip down and walked towards him with eyes narrowed. you were trying to keep a stoic expression but god he was charming.

"i should file a restraining order against you." you muttered as you held out your hand, not missing the way his face visibly tilts down to check you out in your comfy attire, looking extra cosy in that fluffy sweater.

"well aren't you looking cute." he remarked before pulling down his sunglasses, of course ignoring your words. shit he did not just pull out the big guns.

"oh come on you little shit—" you scoffed as you looked away, cheeks warming as your brows furrowed in a, well you wanna call it a frown, but its more of a pout.

how could you not be flustered? he knew they were your weakness. how could they not be? those are the purest shades of blue, so beautiful you never think you could ever tire out from staring at them. you remember how you used to smile out of nowhere at him, simply cus of his eyes and he used to love it he said.

those eyes are dangerous. they hold the key to making your resolve break, your mind swoon and your heart pull towards him.

he knows the effect it has and the motherfucker took the chance.

"at least you still love something about me." he grinned before holding out the pendent, "here."

you gave him the stink eye before taking the pendent in your hands, looking down at it you notice the clasp is fixed though it looks a bit crooked.

"thanks." you muttered reluctantly and he just chuckled under his breath, his eyes staring at you quite intently. you cleared your throat before folding your arms across your chest, ignoring the tension thats building up.

"so." you raised a brow at him, "did you threaten ijichi to get the info? you really gotta stop bullying him you know."

he rolled his eyes as he hung his glasses on his shirt before stuffing his hands in his pocket. "its called asking nicely."

"its also called stalking. what you're doing."

"i did it for a good deed!" he looked appalled making you sigh like you're dealing with a child. you are at this moment.

"you could have just asked me."

"like you'd have told me."

"...fair point."

you released a sigh before taking a step back, "well thank you again for returning. now scram." you turned around, walking back in the building.

"i was hoping—"

"nope!" you called back before turning your head back slightly, "and stop using your eyes to sway me. it won't."

"but you still love it!" he called out, laughing when you give him the finger before getting in the elevator.

he sighed as he ruffled his hair, pulling out his phone before opening his chats with mei mei. a sly smile slowly found its way on his face as he read the chat again, which stated you're going out with them to a bar, the address and the time.

oh he has a good fucking plan. he loves this little scheming and planning, really makes it all so thrilling to get you back. he dials nanami's number, he needs a wingman.

"i know you're gonna wanna kill me for this but i need your help."

you dressed bold and sexy maroon that didn't reveal much to make you uncomfortable but enough to make you look 'mouth watering'. mei mei's words not yours.

utahime gently pulled you into a hug when she finally arrived, "missed ya, you idiot." she muttered and for a moment you thought she might just cry. well before she smacked you in the head.

"i am mad that you didn't reach out to me at all. a decade! i used to hear about you from shoko!" she frowned, looking incredibly offended as she sat beside you in the booth you and shoko scouted out. you knew she didn't actually mean it, she never forced you to open up, just gave you a shoulder whenever you wanted, no questions asked. a total angel.

"i think i apologised for that already." you groaned before downing sipping on your cocktail, "i was just too.. busy with life." too lost and depressed would be the right word but you don't want to put a damper on the night.

"yeah? and not one partner have you snagged in those busy years of your life." utahime teased as she sat back, shoko simply snorted as she smoked a cigarette. you wondered what the hell was mei mei doing in the bar for taking so long.

"life isn't always about love." you quipped defensively before scoffing and narrowing your eyes playfully at her, "i don't see you with anyone."

"i go on dates. its not my fault most men are subpar." she shrugged hautily, a bit too exaggerated, before looking over at the dance floor, and beyond it to see if she could locate mei mei.

"yeah right. lets accept we all suck at dating yeah?" you downed the remaining of your drink and shoko smirked at you.

"sure. or we can accept some of us just didn't move on." and you were expecting it. "oh come on can i not have one night without a mention of him?!" you scowled before sighing in relief when mei mei came back, a devilish grin on her face.

"so who's up for some tequila?" she grinned as she rested a hand on her hip, eyeing each of you with a mischievous look.

"oh no no that is too strong. i can't get drunk. someone has to be the driver right?" you refrained with a hesitant smile. it really has been long since you had something strong. and knowing mei mei you won't stop at just some shots. and you really can't get drunk.

suddenly you felt your phone buzz beside you, and something in you told you it was important. the fear that you always had whenever anything involved your mother. you tuned out the others who were arguing over getting drunk and staying sober while checking your phone.

and it is your mother. a simple text.

pick up.

and you could have ignored like you ignored all your father's texts and calls. you could have put your phone on dnd and enjoyed the night. but your mother doesn't just text for nothing. maybe she's had enough of seeing her husband beg. you'd like to see just what venom she'd spout now.

you excused yourself and walked out of the establishment, the music drowned out as you dialed her number. your eyes may be on the passing cars but your mind was busy dreading. it was like conditioned response, something you can't get out even after years. even though you basically severed all your relations with them.

but there's also a huge part of you thats excited to have another arguement with her.

"enjoying getting wasted?" came her eerily calm voice, so polished and graceful , and yet, as usual dripping with disdain. your mother had always been a beautiful women, a graceful yet a lethal aura surrounded her. so refined there was maybe a time in your childhood when you wanted to be like her.

it quickly vanished when you realised she is everything but a mother.

you weren't surprised she was keeping tabs on you, that she knew you were already here even though you hadn't told them— hell you haven't even talked. at all.

"yep. might take a man home too. really relax and enjoy, you know." you replied cheekily, sneering as you could practically imagine the disgust on your mother's face. you loved to get under that women's skin.

"what a waste. all this money and time we invested in you and you simply throw it away." she began, and your brows twitch. investment, of course. what else would she ever see you as?

"and even when you're here, instead of finally becoming responsible you're whoring around?" you could hear the sneer that got muffled a bit, "i wonder how could you ever be my blood."

you didn't realise your hand was dripping blood since you clenched it too hard, crescent indents getting etched in blood.

"and what do you mean by becoming responsible?" you asked, calmly, your tone matching hers, and for a moment you remembered how an elder relative once said you resembled your mother. and how you hated that statement so much you poisoned his drink.

"what else? taking over. settling down and extending your line—"

"like a fucking breeding machine?"

"yes."

you would have smashed your phone had your phone right now if you could, you almost decided to fuck it all and annihilate your own clan by your own hands. you know you could. they know you could. your mother fucking knows the power at your disposal and yet she's a women with no fear. commendable, truly.

"listen here , and listen good." you began, your voice almost shaking from the utter rage you're holding back.

"like you said even i can't fucking believe im your blood. your filthy blood that runs through me. but i am. and i am told i am just like you, well- almost." you chuckled humourously yet their was no warmth in your voice.

"so know this that if you do not put some respect on your future clans leader's name, i will annihilate this stupid fucking clan and it won't even be a warm up for me." you gritted out quietly, sounding as cruel and vile as your mother.

there was a beat of silence and you wondered if she was distraught or simply unfazed. you reckon its the latter.

"big words for a coward." she muttered with a click of a tongue, sounding disappointed as if you were some minor inconvenience like dirt beneath her nails.

but your mother was shaken, even if she won't show it. as full of hatred and ego she was, she knew madness. and she wondered if they had pushed you a bit too much over the edge.

"next saturday, dinner at 8. dress sharp." and with that she hung up.

for a moment you stood there, phone still pressed to your ear as your mind simply screamed in rage yet helplessness. you simply didn't know why that women still held any power over you. why her words hurt so bad that it made your own soul unravel in the ugliest way. all those years of piecing back yourself together and it just took her to say some words, and you're shattered again.

you're strong, you convince yourself, as you have for years. but it sounds so hollow to yourself. you feel like maybe for once she is right, you really are a coward. you left because everything haunted you, reminded you of yumi. all you ever knew was to run. you ran from home. you ran from him. from everything.

releasing a shaky sigh you staggered back, one hand messing your hair while the other clenched the phone tightly. your eyes strayed to the club's name, blinking in neon.

thats right, tonight was supposed to be a distraction.

as you head back in, satoru suddenly appeared from the dark alley beside the club, his brows furrowing while his lips pulled into a thin line.

all these years and your parents were still inhuman. remorseless.

he felt that unrelenting want for blood, that he had felt when riko had died and everyone was clapping, to fucking silence this shithole of a clan that made your life horrible. that snatched you away from him.

inside you stormed towards them, where mei mei was trying to coax utahime to change her mind. you threw your phone on the plush seat of the booth before downing not one but two shots. all three of them froze as they looked up at you, mouth slightly agape.

"shots sound nice."

you can't even count how many you've downed, for a moment you were in a competition with mei mei and even shoko backed out. you never saw shoko laugh much but maybe she needed this night too, because as you and mei mei were giggling fits she was laughing along with you, clearly well entertained.

"shit i think i overdid it." you groaned as you leaned back against the seat, observing everything with half lidded eyes. you were tipsy- okay maybe a bit more than tipsy.

"thats the point of getting wasted, baby." mei mei drawled as she winked at you before downing her drink— you couldn't recall what it was.

seems like utahime just needed you to agree to getting wasted, you think as you watch her get up and approach some guy who she was stealing glances at the whole night. liquor strength is real.

you sighed as you sweeped your eyes across the dance floor, the booths, the bar—

wait.

you squinted as you suddenly sat up, checking again to be sure. but that hair, white as snow and those striking blue eyes were kinda hard to miss.

he smiled playfully as he tilted his head, as if relieved you finally noticed him. tipping his glass in your direction, he took a gulp of his drink. your eyes, which were under no control of yours might you add, trailed down from his lips to how his Adam's apple bobbed.

you licked your lips before clearing your throat and tearing your gaze away and your eyes widened. nanami grimaced as your gaze settled on him, embarrassed to be here and with him. in his defense he had denied vehemently but the damn bastard is good with words.

your brows furrowed as you narrowed your gaze at satoru before unlocking your phone and opening his chat, which is still unsaved.

you: this is literally stalking.

he smirked before looking down at his phone, smile widening.

unknown: ever heard of a coincidence?

you scoffed at that, right a coincidence. right after he met you today, bullied out your number and address from poor ijichi. you were pretty sure someone among the girls snitched, and you had a pretty good guess too.

you: how much did you give mei mei?

that took a laugh out of him. hmm you always were smart, even when your brain is mushy from all the alcohol he watched you down.

unknown: not enough to put a dent. don't worry honey.

you: you need to leave. stop stalking me and pestering me.

unknown: hey this ain't your place sweetheart. i can come and go as i please :p

you raised your head to give him a frustrated glare and the asshole simply winked, and your traitorous heart fluttered. its the alcohol, you convince yourself. its making you loose and idiotic.

you: at least let nanami go. the poor man looks so out of place.

unknown: you didn't even properly greet him. after all these years and not even a hello? some friend you are.

you slowly raised your head and gave him the most unamused, deadpanned stare ever. he was so annoyingly obvious sometimes your entire body cringed. but you entertained this, once, its the alcohol anyway.

you patted shoko's hand and she looked at you with a raised brow. you got up before gesturing across the room at the bar. her eyes followed yours and when she finally located them she let out a snort.

"you really bagged the most annoying one."

"i didn't!— he's not!— why do i even bother?" you muttered under your breath in exasperation before making your way towards them. shoko grinned and saluted satoru sarcastically. she wasn't interested in people's lives but it would do her some good to see you both together, and spare her the headache she gets from the tension between you both.

satoru's smile widened bit by bit as you neared and he leaned his head against his palm. you ignored him and looked at nanami, giving him a polite smile.

"i really wished we didn't have to meet this way. i can only imagine your pain in babysitting him." you said with an exaggerated regretful smile.

"im right here—"

"it is a nuisance actually. but i owed him so i guess i have to deal with the headache." nanami replied stoically, shooting satoru a glare before smiling at you, "it is nice to see you again."

"its nice to see you too nanami." you said warmly and satoru pouted visibly, its been way too long since he's heard that tone. and its not even for him.

you noticed it right away and bit back a smile, "uh well im gonna go back to them then."

"come on, sweets. you're really gonna ignore me?" he called out, feinging hurt and you scoffed as you paused to turn around. "at least say something to me."

your eyes narrowed as you smiled, which was clearly a very annoyed and angry one. so you leaned in, quite dangerously close, which you wouldn't if you were sober.

"you're a piece of shit. how about that?" you whispered in his ear, the music still ridiculously loud but you're sure it reached his ear, since his body visibly tightened. now that put a smile on your face.

he tilted his face ever so slightly, your face only inches apart and he did the same, leaning in towards your ear. but he did it closer, close enough that your cheeks brushed each other, the sudden contact making your heartbeats grow rapid.

"and you look absolutely gorgeous in that." he murmured sensually against your ear and his lips almost brushed the edges of your ear, sending a shiver down your spin. your hand clenched around nothing as you gulped before leaning back sharply, almost staggering back.

"woah you sure get drunk quickly." he remarked with a chuckle, his hands quickly extended towards you, though not touching yet.

"im not drunk."

"and im not handsome."

you grunted in annoyance before walking back to your booth but before you could mei mei grabbed your wrist and with a saccharine smile started pulling you towards the dance floor.

"mei mei god no—" you groaned and your voice was almost drowned out by the blaring music. she simply patted your cheeks before she started swaying, quite a seductive dance she puts. even with alcohol courage, your cheeks were blushing as she guided you to do the same.

"its just a night. just let go and relax!" she yelled over the music and you sheepishly laughed before trying to follow her words. it wasn't easy at first, you felt self conscious and apprehensive of the bodies that almost touched you. not to mention you could feel someone's heavy stare on you.

but then you remembered those bitter, nasty words by your mother. as those words continued to ring in your ear you felt yourself getting lost in the music, as if begging your mind to focus on it rather than drowning itself in misery and pain. you even tuned out mei mei, you didn't even know if you were even dancing sexy or like a monkey.

you were just lost in your head.

this wasn't how a relaxing night was supposed to go.

you weren't even aware of how glossy your eyes had become or the slight tremble of your chin. you weren't even aware of when that lump in your throat appeared, when your breath had turned shaky—

"that's enough." warm hands wrapped around your wrists gently and your eyes fluttered open, finding his blue ones staring at you. no sarcasm, no mirth— none of that annoying charm. this is satoru, your friend and once a lover. he was way too close but you didn't want to pull away, he was too warm. you needed that.

"you're cold." he stated as he held both your wrists in one hand, easily engulfing your wrist before holding your face. his thumb caressed the apple of your cheeks as he drew you close.

"you tired?" he gently asked, and you suddenly realised he was swaying you, so gently. you simply nodded against his hand, you couldn't voice anything, afraid you'd break. and you certainly do not wanna break in front of him—or anyone.

and he knew that. he didn't ask questions, didn't poke you to open up.

"wanna go home then?" he murmured as he rested his forehead against yours, his one hand caressing your wrist while the other caressing your cheek. you swallowed and nodded slowly again.

having heard your call earlier, he knew you were close to breaking down. and a crowded place was the last place to be at. he had such an elaborate plan to flirt and charm you but that can wait.

"alright then lets go." he said with a small smile as he held onto your wrist and began guiding you out.

but wait— your phone and bag—

you tapped his hand as you stopped, gesturing towards them. "but my phone—"

"i have it already!" he patted his pocket to show the outline of the phone in his pocket incase you couldn't hear him over the music.

your mouth closed up real quick, a bit taken aback. its like he knew you wanted to leave.

"let me tell them im leav—"

"they know already!"

he began guiding you out the club while you simply followed like a lost puppy, maybe a bit dumbfounded too.

he kept you close till both of you were out of the club and quickly ushered you into the car. he was about to buckle the seatbelt for you but you stopped him, you didn't want to be coddled. you didn't want to seem more weaker than you already felt.

"i can do it." you said as you buckled the seatbelt, not quite meeting his eyes. there was a bit of pause as he stared at you before nodding and closing your door.

he was quiet, surprisingly. satoru is never quiet, man can't keep a word in even if his life depended on it. but he's quiet, even though the awkward atmosphere is quite too much he seems at ease.

"you're not gonna ask anything?" you questioned quietly as you looked out the window. you didn't want him to ask but you also wanted to know, why is he always so at ease? why does he always seem to be in control? why does he always do right by you except that one moment when it mattered?

"why would i when you don't want me to?" he said, like its so obvious that you're the dumb one for even thinking that.

"suddenly you know me so well." you snickered sarcastically and just as you said it guilt snaked in your heart. whatever the past was, he was being kind right now. he didn't deserve you dumping your anger on him.

"well im a quick learner." he said jokingly and you turned to look at him slightly, your gaze unreadable.

"im treating you horribly despite you being nice to me." you stated quietly, but firmly, "yet you're mad at me. or- or—"

"i have treated you horribly once. i paid too heavy of a price." he cut in, and still his voice is far too gentle. the satoru you knew wasn't so empathic, wasn't so serious. he really grew into a fine man. his words halted your thoughts and your eyes moisten again.

"i don't wanna risk it again." he shrugged and though his tone was lighthearted, you could see the sincerity.

you didn't know what to think of him anymore. its clear he's had time to ponder and learn from his mistakes, it seems he has. but you're not exactly in any state to trust someone again, begin something. you've lived decades shielding yourself from people, kept everyone at a distance. changing that, so soon, it feels like a mistake.

so you simply hummed before turning away from him, your hand fiddling with the pendent. you could feel your mind getting more muddled and tired and you really wanted nothing more than your bed. you do make a mental note to eat something before sleeping, you don't wanna deal with a damn hangover.

but seems like he thought of it before you, parking the car aside and well....waited. you looked around and then at him for a few moments, wondering now what the hell is he doing.

"uh—?"

"in a minute." he said simply and right then someone knocked on your window. ijichi to be exact.

you rolled it down as you frowned at him in confusion, but before you could verbalize it he politely extended a paper bag towards you. your frown simply deepened as you opened it, quite quickly so because you could smell the deliciousness and your mouth was already watering.

there was a wrapped burger and fries, along with medicine. probably for the headache.

"oh my god did you really—" you gaped at satoru before looking ijichi with an apologetic smile, your cheeks reddening in embarrassment. you truly felt bad for ijichi, he wasn't supposed to do personal errands.

"i am so so sorry for this— i truly am—"

"no no! its alright! i was out anyways and it is always a pleasure to help you!" ijichi frantically said with a reassuring smile that didn't really look much reassuring to you.

"are you sure? im really sorry if satoru made you do it."

"it was a request!"

"yes it was a request. and it really wasn't a bother. i hope you're fine tomorrow." ijichi confirmed with a sheepish laugh before bidding you goodbye.

you groaned as you hid your face in your palm. that was sweet but he really just had to take the asshole way. "why did you even do this? i could have ate at home— and of all people why ijichi?! you bully him enough as it is."

"oh come on i don't! we're great friends!" he scoffed defensively but he didn't look bothered as he took the burger out and unwrapped it for you.

"oh yeah? when have you done his errands?" you questioned him, giving him a sideye. but well, you are hungry. and it'll help with the hangover. you're simply eating for your benefit.

"i don't need to. he's efficient." he replied as you took the burger, simply smiling in response to your reluctant behavior. "besides, i save his ass from the higher ups when needed."

"oh please—" you pause as you wait and chew— chewing faster as his smile widens in amusement. "you don't do it to save his ass. you do it to mess with those old hags."

"gets the job done sweetheart." he quietly sings, leaning back and resting his head against his palm to admire you for a second, gobbling up the burger— no inhaling it like a vacuum and still manage to look cute. like a little squirrel having their cheeks full with nuts.

you groaned in annoyance and waved him off, turning away to avoid his stare. you gulped before pointing at the road, "drive."

after a couple of minutes he parked the car beside your apartment building. you were done by then, it didn't really even take you five minutes to be done with the fries and burger. you were feeling better but more lethargic.

you stepped out of his car and as the cool air hit you, muscles slowly relaxing. you shivered slightly but you weren't really cold, you appreciated it. sighing you leaned against the car and for a moment your mind was quiet.

satoru rounded the car before standing infront of you. his hands twitched, it was hard not to touch you. he had always been touchy to begin with, physical affection being one of his ways to show love. he wanted to cup your face and caress it, to card through your hair and massage that headache away. he wanted to hug you so tight, make you forget everything that bothers you.

"you're zoning out." you stated quietly, and he noticed your hands clenching. seems like he isn't the only one holding back.

he didn't know if he should, but he's always been a man who takes risk. he really shouldn't with you but fuck— his control breaks the moment you're even in his vicinity. so he takes a step forward, taking a deep breath as his eyes roamed your face.

"don't say anything cheesy. I'll gut you." you muttered quietly causing him to huff out a chuckle, but you didn't move. maybe for a moment you'll indulge in...whatever this is.

"you liked cheesy."

"i didn't. i just liked you."

"now who's been cheesy?" he scoffed out but he couldn't deny that yep, that made his heart fucking jump. he knew his cheeks had started to redden but who cares? he can blush for the person he loves proudly.

"you can gut me later for asking this—" he began, actually preparing to be gutted out and he knows you pack a mean punch. "you're here for them? your stupid fucking family?"

you hummed as you shrugged and looked down at the sunglasses that hung down his shirt. you gingerly took it out and unfolded it, looking at it closely but your mind was elsewhere.

"its about time i step up." you replied, "i can't keep running away from my responsibilities."

he scoffed, knowing you don't do shit you're forced to even if it costs your life. "you don't want to. you're special grade so they can't force you either— what is it then? guilt?" he knows he really should stop talking before he cross that line that'll throw him back to square one.

but you don't seem to be affected by it, you simply snort and nod. "maybe." you wear his sunglasses and smirk, yet its hollow, a stupid drunken effort to lighten the mood. "yumi would want me here. and not—y'know messing around."

though you know that little girl didn't even know shit about clans and responsibilities. she wouldn't even care about anything except toy cars, butterflies, dolls— the things that really mattered to her.

his heart warmed at the sight of you in his glasses, and his lips twitched for a moment. he grabbed your jaw, your cheeks getting a tad squished as he pulled you in.

"or maybe that's the guilt talking."

you hummed through your puckered lips, wanting to smile yet you couldn't. you didn't feel unburdened but at least at the moment you felt at ease.

"or maybe that's the guilt talking." you agreed.

he leaned in and pressed a kiss on your forehead, lingering for a few moments because he really doesn't wanna let go. his mind almost goes off the rails to find any excuse to stay, no matter how inappropriate or immoral it be— but, maybe next time.

"this doesn't change anything— ugh let go!" you swatted at his hand, a pout on your lips causing him to hum and smile affectionately. "this doesn't change anything."

you started walking away from him, wondering why is everything so fucking dark.

and he watches you stumble to the building, wearing his glasses— almost looking like a blind person.

he started walking away while his eyes immediately darkened, his mind sobered from the high that was you. he really doesn't like anyone messing with him, or his future (which is you) and currently, that good for nothing clan is hell bent on ruining your life. unless and until they're taken care of, they'd always pose a problem in his quest to have you completely.

so maybe he would too stick his leg in the mud. anything to get his pretty little sorcerer.

reblogs are appreciated :)

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[dark-and-kawaii]

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Tease ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

⋆˙⟡♡ Summary: You aren’t sure when teasing your sensei over text became such a ritual, but honestly you wouldn’t want it to be with anyone else. You just never expected him to show up at your door.

⋆˙⟡♡ Notes: (Y/N) is aged up to 18 and is a third year!!! Please enjoy!!

⋆˙⟡♡ NSFW | Sexting | Gojo Gives You Head | Masturbation | Jealous Gojo | Gojo Plays With His Beautiful Thick Cock

(Y/n): “I just want you to know how disappointed I am in you, Sensei."

You decided to tease him over text. 

(Y/n): “Ya know what you did is technically illegal, right?”

Ghoejo Sensei: “~Oh?”

(Y/n): “Mhmm.”

Ghoejo Sensei: “~It’s only illegal if you didn’t like it, but you liked it. Didn’t you?”

With a subtle twitch, you giggle at the memory from earlier… 

You and Itadori were training with the others while Gojo Sensei observed everyone from his spot on the school building. Exhausted, you had decided to grace him with your presence, joining him leaned back against the same wall.

“Aren’t you going to get in there and rough us up, Sensei?”

He could feel your beaming warm smile. Just being around you made his day.

Laughing, Gojo’s voice was filled with pure excitement as always when with you, “Nah, i like watching everyone get thrown around…” -his voice was low so only you could hear-, “…(y/n), you really shouldn’t wear such a short skirt during training.”

“Oh?! Why’s tha-“

“Some might try to sneak a peek.”

That damn smirk of his practically had you melting while your face felt like it was about to catch on fire. 

“S-Sensei? W-why would you say that!?”

Just as you were about to adjust your skirt, you heard the unmistakable snap of a camera shutter, indicating that a photo was being taken on a phone. Glancing down where the noise had come, you were shocked -not really- to discover your sensei positioning his phone under your skirt at an angle where he could see right between your legs…

Staring at the screen, you could see your black lace panties staring back at you as he tried to get another good shot.

He’s never been so bold like this in front of other students… Let alone out in the open on school property. If one of the others saw anything you- fuck, or the higher ups… you both would be kicked off the grounds and- and- oh god the reputation!

Gojo’s would be tarnished and you- … Okay you didn’t really have a reputation to worry about, but still! You damn well would after everyone finds out you’ve been sleeping with the famous sorcerer, also known as your Sensei!! This was far too risky of him-

Slipping his phone back into his pocket, Gojo never once looked in your direction, “~Shhh… No one saw, (y/n). Go back to training though, before i puni-”

“Hey! (Y/n)! Are you coming back!” Itadori was waving for you to come back over to them, his foot on Megumi’s back. 

Now here you are, back in your room, lying on your bed with restless legs as you texted your beloved Sensei.

(Y/N): “I didn’t say I enjoyed it, Sensei 🥺.”

You tried to make the text sound innocent, but you knew how he liked to play games. So, why not play along?

(Y/n): “What did I gain by you snapping a photo? Perhaps I should tell the higher ups?”

GhoeJo Sensei: “~Oh ho, are you threatening me little girl?”

Chuckling to yourself, you could just picture the smug expression on Gojo's face. He wasn't intimidated by you at all, and you were well aware of it. Yet, you found the whole situation amusing.

(Y/n): “Noooo, never! …But… what if I confided in Itadori? Sukuna would hear what happened, and I don’t think he’d like that all too well, now would he?”

Although you couldn't see it, Gojo's playful smile vanished immediately as he read your latest text. He spent several minutes just looking at the screen. It was true, Sukuna had grown quite fond of you- to an extent that was hard to ignore. Sukuna had even managed to gain control over Yuji, solely to rescue you from a special grade curse. On another occasion, Sukuna took control of Itadori's arm, just to drape it around your waist according to what Yuji had told him… And there was that time the notorious king of curses forcibly broke down your room’s door...

Not even realizing how hard he was holding his phone, Gojo’s eyes snapped open fully to the sound of his delicate screen cracking… “tsk..”

Several minutes passed before his phone chimed. It took him a moment to register that you had sent him a photo, a close up shot at that, and it left little to the imagination. You were pulling up your thong so that the contours of your pussy lips could be seen through the thin fabric. Gojo took note of the small little damp spot… It was a simple yet effective tease, but before he could fully appreciate the image, another photo arrived.

In this one, the fabric was pulled taut, accentuating the details even more explicitly. This time, you were pulling up your panties high enough so that they were digging into your crotch, exposing those sweet little pussy lips he could lap at all day long.

(Y/n): “That’s what you wanted, right Sensei? You know if you just wanted photo’s all you had to do was ask 😉.”

After pressing the send button, you swiftly undressed shedding each layer of fabric from your body. As you stripped down the anticipation grew, wondering what your sensei might have in store for you. The silence that followed the Sukuna text left you questioning if it had truly affected him though…

Now completely naked, you position yourself on the bed, ready to capture one final enticing image. On your knees, your tongue playfully extended from your mouth, while your lips form a 'O' shape. With the camera angled just right, it captures the perfect view deep down your throat. Using your free hand, you do your best to mimic the imagery of holding a cock next to your plump lips mouth, your drool cascading down the corners of your lips…

(Y/n): *image*

Ghoejo Sensei: “You’re such a naughty girl for me. ~I’m gonna have to spank you the next time I see you.”

Taking a deep breath you press your face into your bed, raising your ass in the air. Your arm stretched back with your phone, positioning it so that your wet folds could be captured along with your ass.

(Y/n): *image*

Ghoejo Sensei: “Are you touching yourself to my texts, baby girl? Is that tight little pussy craving my attention?"

Your hips moved back and forth as the pad of your middle finger slowly rubbed your clothed clit. It was so sensitive that just the slightest touch would cause a small jolt through your body.

(Y/n): “wouldn’t you like to know.”

Ghoejo Sensei: voice message

Pressing play on the voice message, you can hear the rustling of sheets and clothes being thrown around. Your body shivers when his voice begins.

Ghoejo Sensei: “Don’t worry, daddy will come take care of you.”

A soft whimper leaves your lips. Closing your eyes, you imagine your tall, lean sensei standing in the doorway. His head tilted slightly downward, allowing the shadows to conceal his face except for that damn smug smile…

You could feel your face flush, this was so embarrassing… What if someone barged in your room… Especially Itadori, well Sukuna… Burying the thought deep within your head, you lift your phone above your ass again with the camera pointed down and with your other hand you did your best to spread open your delicate asshole. With a snap and a simple click, you send it…

(Y/n): “I’m ready and waiting.”

Gojo was lying on his bed, his pants undone, hand pumping his cock slowly. With each text he would read, his hand would increase its speed.

(Y/n): *image*

When he saw the last photo, his phone was practically crushed by his tight grip. He could feel his balls tighten as precum began to spill from the tip of his thick cock, the veins swollen around it giving it a nice texture. The sight of your tight hole had him biting his lip as the image replayed in his head, and the fact that you were spreading your asshole to reveal it just for him made him cum instantly.

He could barely breathe, his chest rising and falling as his cum spurted across his chest. His head was thrown back as he released a strangled groan, “such a naughty little tease”.

Of course he wasn’t tired quite yet, he had the stamina of a god and he became rock hard once again. He already looked at you differently from his other students and now after this he really wasn’t going to be able to look at you as just his student he’s having a fling with again. You were a sexual object to be desired now, someone he wished to keep forever, but at this very moment he would give anything to be the reason your asshole was gapping in this picture or why you were drooling in your first photo.

Ghoejoe: “You should come sneak in my room, again.”

You didn’t obliged, instead you sent a string of photos detailing you fingering your ass and probing your slick pussy with two fingers after. Playing with your breasts, rolling your nipples between your fingers, you even captured yourself throwing your head back as you tugged on one of your nipples, as if you were a cow ready to be milked.

You had to admit to yourself that you loved doing this, spreading your legs like some whore for her sensei… The thought alone sent shivers of pleasure throughout your entire body.

Gojo: *image*

It was a photo of his beautiful cock, the head still a deep red and swollen. His thick shaft was covered in his own cum and a bit of precum. You could feel the juices leaking from your pussy as you stared at the photo.

Grabbing your pink vibrator from your dresser you pressed it into your welcoming pussy, your eyes glued to the photo the entire time. Turning the dial to its max setting, the buzzing could be heard as you slid the toy in and out. Pulling the toy out, you quickly placed the head to your sensitive clit, rolling it around your nub. The thought of his large hands on you again was turning you into a moaning mess, you could feel your juices slip past your toy and onto the sheets, could feel yourself cream around the base of it. Fuck, why couldn’t he be here with you now, you needed your sensei, needed your Satoru to come take care of you.

Your hand was trembling making it hard to hold onto your phone yet you still managed to capture a photo of you mid orgasm. There was a stream of clear liquid in the frame, your face full of shock at having squirted was apparent. You couldn’t believe how dirty you felt, it was intoxicating.

“~Oh baby girl, you’re so filthy! Look at you, you’ve gone and made quite the mess.”

Your phone flung across the room while you made the cutest little yip noise, your legs shutting together at the surprise voice. Gojo appeared in your room, his heavenly blue eyes peering at your from behind his sunglasses. His large hands come to your knees and parted your legs so he can rub between your pussy lips with his thumb…

“S-Sensei… I- Why are you h-here…?” Your voice was so cute to him, you could barely even speak as he rubs your slick entrance. “You know why i’m here, (y/n). Now, why don’t you tell me what a dirty little girl you are, and maybe I won't have to punish you so hard this time, hm? Tell your sensei how much you were enjoying yourself and maybe I'll let you suck on this cock.”

He leaned down, his head between your legs. Goosebumps forming whenever his snowy hair tickles your soft thighs. With no hesitation he sticks his tongue out to licks up your folds, lapping up your arousal from before.

“Mmm… Sensei~♡! I-i'm a dirty girl- A dirty little whore for you~!” His tongue was licking all over, teasing your clit with each swipe. He had one hand keeping your legs apart and the other was gripping the sheets.

“Tell me what you're a whore for, baby girl~.” His hot breath against your wet pussy, the way his nose nudges against your sensitive nub.

“I-I'm a dirty- A dirty little cockwhore, S-sensei~. I want you- Need your cock in my- ah~! in my mou-mouth, in my pus- pussy, my ass~~~♡!!”

The way your hips bucked with every swipe of his tongue, the way your breathing was uneven and shaky. Oh the sounds you were making, the moans, the whimpers. His eyes almost rolled back at the feeling of your juices against his tongue, his lips, “That’s my girl.”

Before you could scream his name you bit down on your lip to silence yourself. You can’t afford to have someone hear this… Not when these walls were so thin… You were finally getting what you wanted tonight, attention from your sensei, Gojo Satoru, and you wanted nothing more than to scream his name… But with Sukuna around, quite literally on the other side of these walls, the price you’d pay would be far greater if he heard you and Gojo going at it…

As your back arches, he moves his hand to press it firmly down on your lower abdomen, a way of trying to pin you down as his tongue delves deeper. You were so close to coming undone, your body was trembling.

Gojo knows he’ll drag this out since it was his favorite form of punishment. And he also knows you hold back your noises so that Sukuna wouldn’t hear, and he knows its for your own safety… However, you had him to protect you, he wouldn’t allow anything to happen to you.

Pulling back from between your legs, you both make eye contact, your chest rising with every heavy breath you take…

“(y/n), don’t hold it back… Say my name tonight. Let him hear it, let him know who you belong to tonight.”

A blush forms as you realize what he said.

Gojo wants him to hear you tonight, to hear how good you were for him. To know that he had a claim on his favorite little student…

“B-but…”

“Tut tut, no buts my sweet little cinnamon swirl. The only buts i’m allowing is this one.” He squeezes your ass, earning another cute little noise from you.

“Goj-Satoru… You- I.. We ca-can’t get caught by anyone though.” There’s tears in your eyes, he can see you’re genuinely afraid for him, not for you…

“(y/n). Let me handle the higher ups and everyone else.” Looking down, he watches as your pussy glistens with his saliva… His thumb brushing over your skin, “I’ve always wanted a good excuse to piss off the higher ups,” -His features soft- “You’re a good reason to fight them, so let’s just enjoy ourselves tonight, and don’t worry about Sukuna.”

His lips came down onto yours tenderly, as if you had both been lovers for years. Your eyes shut tight as his tongue glides across your bottom lip, requesting permission to enter. Opening your mouth, his tongue delves into the warm cavern and his cock twitches.

“I’m stronger after all.” He sticks his tongue out at you with a wink before thrusting his cock inside of your waiting pussy. You cry out his name, arching your back so far that it hurt, but the pain was forgotten as soon as you felt his hot cock buried deep within your needy pussy.

“Tonight, let me hear you scream my name.”

[sulky-cabbage]

There is something very delicious about Gojo satoru spending his whole life fighting curses since his childhood for humanity's sake while yearning for the King of Curses.

Do you think Gojo was tempted to eat Sukuna's finger given that he had it for god knows how long?

I mean ......He was lonely and bored.

Imagine feeling different from everyone else, like a freak, and being told that the reason curses are growing stronger is because of YOU being born into the world. and the only person you might possibly connect with is this 1000-year-old king of curses, to whom you are holding a mummified finger that you must destroy in some way in order to save humanity.

All of this for people who can't even begin to understand you.

However, you could just... eat it.

and HE will be present.

The only being who can comprehend YOU.

Do you think the finger's cursed energy was luring him to eat it? That thing has strong cursed energy, and the seal was weakening everyday.

I know Gojo was salivating 😮‍💨

There's only one in a million chance that someone survives eating it, but this is Gojo Satoru we are talking about; he's the first person born with six eyes & limitless in 400 years; he's as special as he can get.

he's also very confident, arrogant, and CRAZY; the fact that the higher-ups will not approve if he consumes it will just serve to entice him to do so. What are they going to do about it? execute him?

He appeared to be pleased that Sukuna had been reincarnated & was all giddy giving Yuji another finger to eat. he was giggling and shit, he was way too excited about this. I'm starting to think it's the reason he likes Yuji so much (lol)

The whole thing about him relating to Sukuna wasn't brought up before the Shinjuku showdown, but Gojo must have always felt that way.

He was a little shit when he was a child, and he was also an edgy teenager with a fuck the weak mindset.

I know he had a crush on Sukuna prior to his reincarnation.

I JUST KNOW IT OKAY??

[hermitw]

Ok it's time to post about Megumi lmao this was in my drafts for a month

I feel like he connects w Yuuji and Nobara so well bc everyone else expects things of him. Yuuji is quick to praise his peers, and Nobara will throw out judgement. Neither of which is based on his cursed technique.

It's kind of ironic how Toji was punished for having no cursed energy, and his son is doomed by having the ten shadows. Megumi seems to exist for leisure like Sukuna or Nanami - he doesn't look forward to becoming a sorcerer. He couldn't care less. He just wants to be left alone, and he really has no other choice. With no parents, all that remains is the choice between the Zenin clan or Gojo.

I think that their relationship never became a father-son closeness, because Megumi dreaded and resented that Gojo expected Megumi to catch up to him, to be strong. He never asked to be strong, but everyone expects that of Megumi without rly getting to know him. "my precious student" and Megumi threatening to punch Gojo is kind of funny, but kind of sad. Idk. (to be fair I have not read the light novels, I know that Gojo would take Megumi to theme parks or something like that, so he was maybe like an annoying but caring older brother.) I think that Gojo's loneliness drove him to tell his students to catch up, to become stronger than him. Of course he also wanted a strong, understanding generation, capable of restructuring jujutsu society into something that wasn't so destructive toward them.

I think that Sukuna and Megumi can relate to each other a good bit. Abandoned by their parents, deified and put into a separate category from something beyond their control or desires. Despite all their strength, being placed into powerless positions, forced to work for a system that doesn't give a damn about them. They both value personal space, literature, and are constantly challenged and thrust into battle when they aren't in the mood to fight.

You remember when Megumi curled up w Sukuna's finger after defeating the special grade? And Sukuna was like, 'Good, that's very good.' why?

I think Sukuna was glad to see Megumi's domain. Sukuna knows how uncomfortable it feels to be repressed in Yuuji's body, and he gets through it by retreating to his innate domain most of the time, unaware of whatever is happening outside of it.

I might have posted before about how someone like Megumi could have been a symbiotic vessel for sukuna, like angel and Hana, so that's why it was so important for Yuuji to have a carefree life.

ch.265 rly confirmed this - we see that even when Yuuji tries to connect with Sukuna, he has no idea how. He doesn't recognize the signs of emotional scarring from Sukuna's past. Kenjaku made sure of this, I wonder at times if he told Wasuke to give Yuuji a carefree life - when he said "tch, you've had it too easy" that struck me as weird bc bro, you raised him!

I can't think of any time kenjaku thanked someone except for the occult club student, for being kind to his son... It was important for kenjaku's mission. Yuuji was carefully crafted into a perfect cage for sukuna - not just physically, but mentally and emotionally.

I wonder if he had an idea that Kenjaku would step in, when he passed away.

[idontknowanametouse]

How Jujutsu Kaisen subverts "the chosen one" trope through both Gojo and Itadori

There are many ways to apply this trope and I personally hate all of them, but I liked how Gege Akutami handled it in both characters that are so important to the story.

To start with, they are different kinds of chosen ones. Gojo is the type that everyone knows he is the chosen one ever since he was born and he has been told that since then, and he is the chosen one for being insanely powerful. Itadori never knew he was the chosen one, as he was technically a normal guy (despite his inhuman strenght) until he swallowed Sukuna's finger, and he is the chosen one for being the one able to handle Sukuna's soul inside his body.

The thing I hate about this trope is: the character generally has no agency in whatever they were chosen for. They mostly didn't do anything to deserve it, and if they did, they still have no agency. They are so special everything that is about to happen was predicted and cannot happen another way. They cannot fail or do something that could screw up the future. They are just a walking deus ex machina.

But jjk made it differently. And I liked it.

To start with, it's stated why they are chosen ones: Itadori is a half-human half-curse being that was designed by a thousands years old freak to be able to handle Sukuna's soul. His whole existence was conceived just for that. And, as for Gojo, he was just insanely lucky for being born with two of the most overpower abilities in the entirety of the jujutsu world. It isn't fair and everybody, I repeat, EVERYBODY knows that, including Gojo himself, hence why he uses his rarity and power as his main card when dealing with the superiors because he knows they can't just kill and replace him due to how much special he is.

A chosen one that knows his power is unfair compaired to others and is an asshole about it? Now that's new. And, even though Itadori's chosen reason isn't exactly new, it makes sense within the story and doesn't seem to be forced at all, which is bearable at least.

Now, let's go for the thing that got me the most: the way they deal with it and the way it affects the narrative.

Gojo has always knew about how much special and super powerful he was. He probably knew that before learning how to walk. This obviously affected his growth and development: if you know you can beat everyone else in the world, there's no way you have, like, boundaries. If he were annoyed, he could just threaten to send blue or red on people. And we know how much of an asshole he was until the Riko incident.

When Gojo lost to Toji, when he died, he realized the thing everyone had been denying to him his whole life and even himself denied: he is still human. He isn't invincible. He can still die. That's why Toji stayed so strong in both his and Geto's mind: he was the symbol of their humanity and flaws. And he realized he can't win all battles with his strenght, too. More symbolically, he can't win the battle against the jujutsu system relying only on his strenght. He needs to be able to count on others too. He needs to help the next generation and teach them to keep fighting against jujutsu society's flaws.

Because, for the first time, being the chosen one wasn't enough.

He kept his smile, he kept his arrogance, but, deep down, Gojo knew someday there would be a battle he couldn't win. And he probably felt a true fear of death for the first time only when he fought Sukuna.

Being the chosen one didn't help him. At all. If only, it made everything worse. It made him arrogant, egocentric and blind to the world around him. Gojo only changed his mentality about normal people, the ways to change the jujutsu system, himself and the world in general when being the chosen one didn't save him. When he learned reverse technique, he couldn't rely on that. He, for that terrifying moment in the verge of death, could only rely on himself.

Now, as for Itadori, as I said before, he didn't knew there was anything special about himself for most of his life. Like, sure, he was stronger than other people, but it wasn't like anything impossible to happen. He had a quite normal life before he realized he was the chosen one.

Itadori probably didn't get to think much about it, as he had this whole new world being presented to him. Everything was crazy and weird and he probably didn't take a lot of time to think of Sukuna trapped within himself (we know our boy wouldn't).

Until the moment he died.

Before Sukuna took over on that mission, he was alone, hurt and scared. He realized handling Sukuna within himself didn't mean shit if he couldn't handle things by himself. The very thing that made him special wouldn't help him on staying alive. In fact, at the first chance he had, Sukuna tried to kill his friends and was only stopped by Itadori's own death. He learns very soon that this thing living within him now is a demon, and he is not going to help and will try to do shit to him and the people he loves at any given opportunity.

After that, Itadori has many, many times in which it's proved to him he isn't strong enough yet. He many times can't protect others, including people he loves, and can't even protect himself. And Sukuna is always there to make him feel even more guilty for things out of his control as he uses Itadori's body to do horrendous acts. And, eventually, he stops being the chosen one as Sukuna leaves his body, and he has to rely only on the strenght he has built himself without the security that Sukuna may emerge and stop him from dying due to the fear dor his own soul.

Being the chosen one didn't make him any good, just like Gojo. To have Sukuna in his body only brought to him pain, trauma and guilt. He was grabbed from a normal life and thrown in the middle of a bloody war in which he kept losing people over and over again, while being a fucking 15 year old.

Gojo and Itadori being chosen ones didn't save them. That's why I liked it so much.

[ninapi]

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❀。• Geto Suguru

❀ Mine: Not everyone can be the strongest sorcerer, Suguru knows this. Not everyone can have it all, no matter how hard they try. But there was one thing he wasn’t wiling to give to his best friend just like that, and that was you, the only one who could made his demons go quiet.

Word count: 3691

❀ Obsession (Christmas special): When someone doesn't know you exist is your sole source of comfort, things can't get a bit weird. In Christmas day things are better for everyone, including Geto Suguru.

Word Count: 2717

❀。• Fushiguro Toji

❀ Daddy Issues: Toji, now being a single father has no idea how to raise a child on his own. His beautiful younger neighbor hears the baby crying every night, coming to his aid in more than one way.

Word Count: 4365

❀。• Gojo Satoru

❀ Infuriating Beauty: Being transferred as a new teacher from the Kyoto Jujutsu High was more troublesome than you though it would be. There weren’t many students at the moment in the school making you having to share classroom and students with an obnoxious beautiful man. Dealing with him was part of the job description but you didn't know what you were fully getting yourself into.

Word count: 3274

❀ Faded Reality (continuation of “Infuriating beauty”): Being the strongest wasn't always ideal, finding love and building a family behind closed doors not an easy fit, but you were worth it and the seed of that love had to be protected no matter what.

Word Count: 3087

❀ Family (continuation of "Faded Reality"): Raising someone else's child is one thing, but raising your own while dealing with your insecurities could be quite a task, especially for a man like Satoru, but the moment he saw the baby his life turned upside down.

Word Count: 3104

❀。• Choso

❀ First Born (Halloween special): Being an older brother once more was beyond exhilarating for Choso, he never expected though to find love by his little brother's side, his pretty and kind childhood friend bringing a softness into his life he didn't know it was possible one Halloween night.

Word Count: 3243

❀。• Frantically in love: Nanami Kento

Premise: Nanami Kento wasn’t one to fool around with girls like his fellow first year classmates, yet one girl managed to drive him crazy enough to do things he never thought himself capable of.

Word Count: 6991

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❀。• Re:born: Gojo X reader X Geto, sci-fi romance AU.

Premise: In a world dominated by androids, the few remaining humans had to fight for survival. Your boyfriend Suguru, wanted to destroy them all and regain supremacy of the lost world, yet things don't always go as planned. A love once lost, solidifies. An opportunity to go back into the arms of a man that has always loved you since the beginning of time.

Word Count: 7375

。• Ch.1 。• Ch.2

❀。• Better Half: Yuuji x Reader x Sukuna

Premise: Nobara forced Yuuji to stop by a food stand every time they came back from a mission. The girl working there always entranced the youngster, causing his teammates to tease him more than usual. An odd encounter brings her a little too close to Sukuna who ends up just as smitten as his counterpart with the young beauty. Which half will get her heart? Only time will tell.

Word Count: in progress…

。•Ch.1 。• Sukuna version

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[angels--trumpet]

Human Gojo Tiger Yuji

Hello I have some worms to share with you, please enjoy my little drabble.

Au: tiger hybrid Yuji, hybrids are pets, fix it(kinda)

SFW

Gojo finds him in a box one day curled up tight with its tail tucked around its body and head pushed down hidden under a raggedy hole covered hood. His hands tucked into the pockets of his uniform pants while he hunched over the tiny soaked body, it wasn't even shivering, just laying there in the soaked through box. It looked pathetic.

Gojo reaches down to pick it up, and the touch immidetly gets a reaction from the little hybrid. Jerking his head up and baring its teeth in a visious snarl then stopping abruptly as it looked up at Gojo. It's eyes immidetly overflowed with tears, the tiny body pouncing right into the mans chest. 

So surprised by the reaction Gojo barely realized his had let the little cub touch him, chubby paws wetting his uniform jacket as it clung on for dear life nicking the skin underneither, but Gojo couldn't find it in him to care. 

An exotic breed that only the rich could afford to get and then thrown away when it became too much to handle. 

From the looks of it, the poor thing had been in a great many fights, a jagged scar ran down his brow near their eye, a star burst right on the corner of his lip, and the tip on one of its split tail was gone like it had been cut off. It was obviously young given its size, a tiger Gojo assumed from the strips and the rounded ears one with a split tail no less this one would have sold for quite the fortune if it wasn't for all the damage done to the hybrid. 

So Gojo took him home.

Gojo didn't have a great morality, honestly, so he didn't have a leg to stand on, but something about this one in particular made him angery. Like the injuries could have been prevented or the treatment of them was too harsh.

The little thing called itself Yuji.

He was 15 dispite his size and wouldn't tell Gojo where he had come from or where he received his injuries. So Gojo didn't press him, instead he bathed him and dressed up in over sized clothes, and used him like a stuffed animal for the night. He slept better then he had in years.

Most of all he learns that Yuji was extremely protective, of not just him but his students and specifically his underclassmen Nanami.

Gojo learns that Yuji can use cursed energy, had several techniques hidden in his tiny body, and was incredibly strong, durable, and fast. It was honestly kind of cute to see the little guy run on all 4 legs like a cat out of hell.

It was clear something had happened to Yuji before that made him this way, often staring off into space lost in a memory or screaming awake from a nap Gojo finally successfully make him take. Gojo could not help how easy it was to love yuji, to want to care for him specially when the little thing was so affectionate with him.

Yuji would not let him go.

Months began to pass, and Yuji became more aggitated and nervous, panicky until the night of Halloween and Gojo had to go on a mission.

Would not let Gojo leave the tiny apartment without him clinging onto his shirt, so that how Gojo left. Yuji telling him things about the future, telling him about being sealed away, telling him about Kenjaku.

Everything the cub said was true, as much as he hated it, it was true.

Gojo didn't have the heart to destroy his best friend all over again, choosing instead to push away from the crowd of people. He still had a job to do. Kenjaku  had looked at Yuji like he knew him, eyes narrowed in annoyance while the cub snarled back, not backing down from the glare. 

It wasn't the last time they would meet

Extra bits!

Ok so! Canon happens but Yuji dies fighting Sukuna alone because everyone else got curb stomped by him, he gets a second chance but in a univers as a hybrids which are sold as pets.

He was born a stray and his grandpa was also a hybrid stray, he was being watched over by a nice lady at the vet but eventually he does pass away and Yuji is alone, it was a bit faster because they couldn't get help fast enough so Yuji is orphaned a lot sooner.

Yuji is a tiger with a split tail making him very rare but he's was born with all his scars from the past.

Yuji let's go of Gojo only long enough to go find Mahito and kill him (with Gojo watching his back and Todo helping him) he took the fight personal because he was still mad about Nobara and Nanami from the past life. 

Yuji like a tiny little power house, so he doesn't need much help at all but they just wanna make sure Yuji okay. When things are calm again Yuji lives a very pampered life as Gojos best friend and life companion He does get bigger but only about the size he is in the Manga so he still able to just Cling onto Gojo like he's a backpack.

Gojo and the rest treat Yuji like he's his own person even tho by law he is only a pet untill Gojo gets tired of it and pays off people lmao. 

They have like 12 cubs together and live happily ever after the end lol.

Yuji however still choses to stay as Gojo's tho, he just ends up taking the mans last name through marriage.

[runabout-river]

@asnodt11

From this post about what Sukuna will do after his defeat. Also read my analysis on chapter 235.

From the presentation of the last panels + Sukuna's own admission that he won't be able to tank another Hollow Purple + the break next week that had stubbornly been delayed until now:

I'm 99% certain that this fight is over and that Sukuna lost. The next chapter will get a new title because the Shinjuku showdown is finished.

But why? How did it come to this? What did Sukuna do wrong?

In my analysis on this, Sukuna made two mistakes that jeopardized his victory and that was

underestimating Gojo, and

not staying true to his own nature

I don't mean that prioritizing the 10 Shadows was a mistake. Sukuna needed a way to get around the ultimate defense and as we've seen, Domain Battles and Domain Amplification wasn't enough for this. Mahoraga was, all things considered, the correct choice against Gojo but here comes the actual first mistake from Sukuna:

Underestimating Gojo, not preparing for this fight better and allocating some of his aces to the students he would fight later.

Sukuna thought that his current self was strong enough to defeat Gojo and that he had the freedom to keep some other techniques for later.

This Sukuna is different than the Sukuna Uro spoke about. That Sukuna gave every fight his all, so much so, that others saw him as a calamity that rolled over everything in his path because he didn't stop for anything. That Sukuna wouldn't have divided his energy for future battles, he would've fought with 100% of his might in all of his battles until he dropped dead.

The old Sukuna would've disregarded everyone other than Gojo, including the students and including himself.

Looking we're at Mahoraga real quick. It's slash attack that cut off Gojo's arm is most likely Sukuna's Dismantle. Mahoraga displayed that attack for the first time last chapter. Why?

Why didn't Sukuna train Mahoraga on that and other attacks in the past month when he had the opportunity to do so unhindered? Why did he wait for this evolution of Mahoraga's abilities until this fight?

Because Sukuna treated Gojo as he did Yorozu: as a test run for his new toys.

Not to disparage Yorozu; she was on the level of a Special Grade sorcerer but we, the audience, knew that Gojo was still several leagues higher than her. Sukuna though, treated them the same. For him, there wasn't much of a difference because of his steadfast belief that he is the strongest being to ever exist on this earth.

And technically that might actually be true. If Gege were to say that Sukuna is actually the strongest character in JJK I would believe that because the power system and the fights in this manga are constructed in such a way that someone weaker can defeat someone stronger through the right techniques, plans, intelligence and so much more.

People need to understand that many different aspects of a fight will lead to victory and it isn't something as simplistic as a character's power level being 234 and the other character's power level being 321 so the second character wins.

Sukuna operated on a huge ego and consequently he was blindsided by his hubris. That's why I'm expecting some crashing down to earth from him next chapter. Maybe he'll become unhinged or maybe we'll get a glimpse at the old Sukuna who still had this unshakable drive to fight to the death regardless of anything else.

What we'll get at the end of the manga though, is another fight with him where he will only use his own techniques and he will be even deadlier then before because he'll fight like his old self where every attack is at 120% output at all times, causing as much destruction as possible.

[impishsensei]

@songcurse asked: kissing down the column of your lover's neck, leaving marks. ‪‪ ❤︎‬ ˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 & 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 !

if gojo satoru's birth shifted the balance of the world, then his decision to turn traitor shattered the very foundation of jujutsu society. in the gojo clan's hubris to mold him into being their ultimate chess piece, he became a foe. satoru wasn't like suguru, though. suguru had all these grandiose plans and aspirations, and while satoru had followed after him he wasn't all that interested in the other man's pursuits. still, they remained best friends, and on occasion satoru would handle some dirty work for the other when he asked.

satoru had no goal in mind. part of him wondered if he even should have, but then he recalled all those geezers, those backwards shitheads that clung to tradition without reason and he knew he made the right choice. it was a world not meant for him. it dawned on him just how much stronger he was than literally everyone else, even the other special grade sorcerers. he wasn't interested in fashioning himself a lord akin to sukuna of the heian era, choosing instead to live by his own whims. anyone that got in his way met their untimely end. as for non-sorcerers... he maintained nothing but apathy for them. 

satoru struggled to find a proper goal for himself. he spent so long caged by the expectations thrust upon him by simply being born that he never gave much thought to what he actually wanted. being the strongest was his whole identity. that's who he was primed to be. it was kind of sad, wasn't it? he was free, but in doing so he'd lost his sense of purpose. he spent a lot of his time training and researching, looking for ancient cursed artifacts that could help him unlock even more secrets about jujutsu. 

to say that he longed for nothing was a lie believed by most sorcerers. they considered him a rogue entity— morally gray at best and downright hostile at worst. he found that silly. they should've known that if he were that hostile they'd all be dead already. they didn't understand him as well as they thought they did. he wanted one person. not a big ask, right? to his knowledge, the only ones that knew were himself, suguru, and the very object of his desires herself. 

in his days as a small child and growth into a teenager, she was always there. she was a soothing presence because she treated him as just a little kid ( and later an annoying boy ). they didn't have a label on what existed between them, but as they grew older an innocent friendship evolved into a budding romance, nameless but real. 

he adored her. maybe a little too much. perhaps it bordered on obsession. sometimes he wondered if it was truly her or the idealized version of her in his head? it never mattered in the end, because his feelings remained. if anything, the passage of time proved that distance did make the heart grow fonder. even if she had really upset him when he first left. she rejected him, despite everything, and it hurt. he couldn't believe it. how could she? 

satoru was determined and ready to try convincing her again. she'd be more honest and ready in a less stressful situation, he just knew it. he watched over her often, curious about her life while ensuring she was safe. it wasn't healthy, he knew that, but it didn't matter. that was simply what love was. 

she was walking home after a night of drinking with shoko and the others. surprisingly, she hadn't gotten shit-faced and they let her leave on her own. it was a nice neighborhood anyway, with very few, weak curses that lingered around. satoru concealed his presence and waited until the most opportune moment came. she stopped to glance at her watch, and he took that chance to pull her into an alley with him. he made sure to hold a hand over her mouth at first because he knew doing something like this would startle her.  

❝ you need to get better at monitoring your surroundings, hime. you're lucky it's just me and not some actual creep, ❞ satoru laughed as if that were actually funny, like nothing had changed in the first place. she seemed startled and panicked for obvious reasons, but he took a moment to appreciate her instead. she was as much of a vision as she was the day he left. 

❝ don't worry — it's just me. i wouldn't hurt you, i just wanna talk. however, ❞ satoru glanced around the area. all the other people in the immediate radius he could detect were indoors, but still, precautions were necessary. he didn't want anything to ruin their reunion. ❝ be careful not to cause a scene. you're safe, but everyone else here… ❞ although he spoke with such a saccharine tone and wasn't so blunt about what he'd do, the threat was obvious — draw attention, and he'd have to kill whoever was stupid enough to step in. this was an interaction between them only.  

his hand slowly lowered when he was certain she wouldn't kick up a fuss. he spun her around in his arms then, cornering her against the wall. the angle was awkward because they had such a large difference in size, so he lifted her with his left hand on the small of her back, and his knee slipping between her legs to keep her steady. he tilted her chin up with his free hand, finding the way her wide, brown eyes stared up at him just as cute as he remembered.  

much better. 

❝ i've missed you so much. it was so hard walking away, but i had to. you were supposed to come with me. you told me you wouldn’t ever leave me, don’t you remember? ❞ while he was initially smiling fondly down at her, his lips set in a more firm line as it was then that he recalled how she’d hurt him. he loved her, and she betrayed and rejected him. she broke her promise! he wanted to — he needed to…

his right hand splayed over her collar, sliding up along the column of her neck. his thumb pushed in a little, applying pressure to her throat. the rest of his fingers trembled with the desire to completely curl and squeeze her neck. he wanted her to hurt how she’d hurt him. he tilted his head, considering it and how cute she’d look with tears threatening to spill. 

ultimately, his right hand partially rested on her neck and up to her cheek. his thumb dragged over her lower lip, and again he grappled with the desire to push it into her mouth and tell her to suck. but more than anything else, he wanted to kiss her like they used to. he leaned in close enough for his lips to brush the side of her neck not covered by his hand, just under her ear when he spoke. ❝ you’ve missed me too, haven’t you? ❞  

he felt her trembling, perhaps fearful still, so he felt compelled to comfort her. his eyes were half-lidded when he began trailing kisses along the slope of her neck. it was a gesture recalled her liking in the past. he always enjoyed it too as she’d squirm, reminding him not to leave marks on her neck because she was a shrine maiden — she was breaking the rules by getting familiar and intimate with a boy. he took his time, groaning at the lovely feel and taste of her milky skin. he always thought she tasted rather sweet, and he liked to believe it was something she did for him.

each kiss steadily grew firmer, wetter, until finally he reached the spot he recalled being the most sensitive, and began sucking. but that wasn’t enough because she could cover a hickey with make-up. ah, he knew what to do.  

❝ i know you missed this… missed me. ❞ his teeth sank into her neck then, enough to break skin and draw blood. he didn’t want to hurt her, but he needed to leave a mark. he needed to remind her. he needed to let everyone know she was his girl, and she always would be no matter what. when satisfied with the mark, he grew gentler, dragging his tongue over the punctured skin. ❝ i can see how warm you’re getting, utahime. you’re still my girl, aren't you? ❞

[bts5sosempire]

close to you (i); secrets

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: gojo satoru x reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 2,609

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: dark, future gore, gojo is a menace/ childish/ yandere-ish, implied abuse (verbal), cursing, arrange marriage, will edit content if I miss any

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲:  "being pursued by Gojo and rejecting him, had led you to the start of an impending doom."

𝐚/𝐧: just something else for the moment besides the Sukuna series, something a little darker on the side. This plot had been in my head for quite a while, and it was kind of hard to actually execute it out (lmao) with the going back and forth to re-read what I wrote would make it sound plausible. Gonna have to split this up into two parts.

chapter 2

"Oi, what's the meaning of this?" A voice snides behind you like a whip, and you stop reading your paragraph. Closing the book shut with a smack, it echoes around, and you glance over your shoulder to see Gojo standing tall and giving you the coldest glare through his shades. Gojo's hands were tucked inside his black pants pockets as he tapped his foot slowly every few seconds, waiting for your answer. "You think that letting one of your younger sisters marry in your stead is right?"

"I don't see the problem why it should bother you, Gojo." You snap back at the man, facing him with an equal glare, your arms overlapping over one another. For the past few days, Gojo wasn't happy when you turned down the marriage proposal and gave it to your elated younger sister, Hitomi, who happily accepted it on the spot since she had liked the white hair male for quite a while, and by that, you mean ever since as a kid. "As long as you're marrying a (Surname), your clan doesn't give a shit, so do mine with yours."

Gojo wasn't happy with your reply; he doesn't like any of your sisters as he does with you. You both were born the same year (his excuse, apparently) but in other months, and he feels more akin to hanging out with someone similar to his age. Plus, you're not like your sisters, who quickly anything given to them with no question asked. In plain answer, they're boring. "So shrinking your responsibilities is a new habit? I thought you were better than this."

You look to the side and scoff in disbelief. You really can't believe this man. "What the fuck is even your problem, Satoru? So I'm supposed to kiss your ass or something to make you happy?" Walking up to the man, you look at him; your demeanor is already filled with annoyance and anger. Using the book's spine, you push the tip into his chest gently, "Just because I say 'no' to you doesn't give you the right to bitch at me." Then you dig the book harder, feet closing the gap until a few inches are left, "I don't view you as a romantic interest, don't make me drop you as a friend; the friendship is already on pending right now." With your words dripping out in venom, you left a distance between you both and walked away from Gojo without glancing at him.

Gojo grounds his teeth in frustration as his jaw tightens up. His cerulean eyes trace your steps, he wanted to shout at you to rethink, but that would be uncharacteristic. So if you're going to play it that way, Gojo can do it that way.

The wedding came fast for the Gojo and (Surname) clan; everyone was happy. Your sister Hitomi flashed the ring around, showing the stunning diamond that adorned her marriage finger. Gojo was all smiles too, but it didn't seem to reach his eyes. He didn't even sit near her like the now-husband that he is; his smile vanishes whenever people's eyes are away from him and they're on his wife. Disgruntled feelings of bitterness settle in deep at the pit of his stomach. Gojo will make you change your mind.

You were sitting across the room, poise and dressed like a doll for this special occasion. You know how to put on an act when needed. Your eyes flitted to Hitomi, chatting happily with anyone, and then it went to Gojo, whose eyes dagger right back at you. There were still cold as it was those months ago when you left him alone on the school balcony. You can't read what's going on in those orbs of his through the glasses, and it's been a while that you can't pick up what he's thinking. But if you have to make a conclusive judgment, it has to be him striking at you anytime soon. Gojo gets impulsive when experimenting with thoughts of aggression that he wouldn't hesitate to test. You hadn't forgotten what happened before when Gojo ended the Sorcerer Killer from those thirteen years ago.

Blinking away the eye contact, you focus on the alcohol set up in front of you. Your other sisters were already feeling tipsy when they hit the eighth cup—such lightweight. Lifting the teacup elegantly to your cherry red lips, you sip the alcohol. The tart but sweet flavor hits your taste bud; then, there's an aftertaste of slight bitterness when it reaches the back of your throat.

It was late at night when the consummation was needed. Only Gojo and Hitomi are alone in the dimly light room; Gojo drops his usual act. Hitomi can't see his face with his back turned towards her. She was taught what was expected of husband and wife when they joined as one, so Hitomi gripped her white shiromuku in anxiety and anticipation.

“Gojo- I mean Satoru-”

“Satoru?” Gojo drones his name out in a question as if he hasn't heard his name before. “You know, I'm gonna make this simple, but I don't appreciate my name coming out of your mouth Hitomi-chan.”

Hitomi felt a tremor run through her veins; this Gojo was different from the one she had married last hours ago. Gojo's charisma and charming personality were replaced with a frigid tone, and a callous attitude appeared in the room.

Gojo turned to face her, “You can sleep in this room. I'll go sleep in the guest bedroom.”

“What do you mean? We need to consume-” Once again cut off, Gojo motion a finger to his lips and tell her to hush up. To which she did quickly. Gojo removes his glasses in the dark, and he stares down at Hitomi like she is nothing in his eyes.

"There's no we in this marriage, and the last thing I want to do is lay with you; you're not worthy of me and my seed." Tears gloss over the young woman's eyes as she can't believe what she's hearing from Gojo. "You're just a tool for me to get back at someone." Gojo laughs with a ting of mockery when he sees Hitomi about to cry, "Maybe hurting you will make her come back to me faster."

It took Hitomi a few moments of realization that he meant you. What does he see in you? Hurt, bitterness, and a pinch of jealousy rose in her chest. But most of all, desperation always best Hitomi when it comes to anything else if there's Gojo in it. "Please," Hitomi clings to the lower half of Gojo's hakama, "just give me a chance to prove that I'm better than my older sister."

Gojo laughs at her more; he knows that Hitomi is desperate. But this? This should be entertaining.

"Such a simpleton, you're not what I needed and want." Cruel words continue to spill out of Gojo's lips as he breaks down Hitomi slowly, "You're barely a quarter of the woman your sister is; she's self-made and well known in the Jujutsu world who doesn't need to live off the back of her parents unlike you here, you have everything handed down to you to the very core." Hitomi wavers, her grips loosen on Gojo's hakama. Hearing Gojo praising you as if you're the best thing he has to achieve no matter what, tears finally spilled from her eyes. Gojo pulls his hakama away, and a sense of triumph runs into his head.

Your sister visited the family more often than before; during the first few months of her marriage, she didn't even talk or glance your way; she didn't greet you when she saw you. Hitomi was purposely ignoring you, giving you the cold shoulders whenever you approached for a talk, but with everyone else, she's is all smiles and sunshine. But you can see a piece of her going through a mishap.

You pulled Hitomi to a conjoined hallway, she was startled, but when she realized it was you, her demeanor changed in the blink of an eye. "Did something or someone put a stick up your ass? You are acting like a real fucking brat right now." Hitomi was tight-lipped, refusing to answer you, but you know what cracks her down quickly. "It's Gojo, isn't it?" Hitomi's devoid expression and body languages give her away when you hit the mark; she shifts uncomfortably under your stare. "It is that mutt, I see." You let out a tired sigh.

"Why does it matter?!" Hitomi snapped and hissed at you; anger and jealousy crawled out of her, "I'll never be enough for him; all he talks about is you!" Hitomi started crying in the middle of the hallway, "He always says how great you are, and you're a much more perfect match for him!"

You didn't realize the outcome would be this bad; her marriage is so unbearable that she visits the family more to escape what she's experiencing than to stay and be Gojo's abusive target. "Maybe I shouldn't have made you marry that man. Knowing Gojo, he's quite the insufferable person when he wants to be." Calmly putting a hand on her shoulder, you give it a reassuring squeeze, "If I were to talk to father, maybe he would pull you out of the marriage."

As if those words shook her, Hitomi didn't want you to call off her marriage. "Don't; what if the deal falls through?" Fear emitted from her voice. "We've been trying to establish a relationship with either the Gojo or Zen'in for so long; it would be too stupid to pull out now."

"It's quite the opposite, actually," you told Hitomi, "with both the Gojo and Zen'in going at each other throats for so long, we're just middle ground for them. We're powerful enough to tip either of them on the equilibrium scale. Pulling out would result in losing status, but a loss on their side when it comes to being aide."

Hitomi: "B-But what about the deal?"

You: "They need us more than we need them. All hope is that they don't join hands and eliminate us, but that's a wide reach dream that'll never happen."

Hitomi: "What if we sided with the Zen'in?"

You: "Ugh. Zen'in is notorious for treating women more like breeding grounds and second-class citizens. They're the last family you want to have allegiance to."

Hitomi: "Then why did father want to send Chisa Onee-san to marry Naoya?"

You: "He had big dreams. Something I tried to persuade him from."

You didn’t want to indulge her with Chisa, but after a few more talks, Hitomi starts going around being regular with you but not entirely. Hitomi is still in the middle of thinking about her marriage to Gojo. Many things you say make sense, considering you're one of your father's most trusted advisors. But she was left with more questions than answers.

"Father, it's me," announcing your presence, you made your way inside the dim lightroom. For a man who detests modern technology, he set up his quarter entirely old-fashioned. The smell of burnt candles and their waxes gripped every wood and objected it was placed upon. Even the sense of old books and new alone mingle with the scent. Your father was a man in his 40s going to 50s in a few shy years; hair was mixed with strands of white, and a few fine lines of crow tits were noticeable underneath his eyes.

Settling yourself in front of your father, you kneel with heels digging the bottom of your rear. From the shadow, you could see a smoking pipe burning at the tip with the tobacco being used. With a puff, he exhales from his lungs. "What's the progress?"

You: "Everything is going smoothly."

"Smoothly?" He asks, his tone light and airy, but don't be fooled by it. "You let a cursed spirit run away! A Grade-A one too! I know you're capable enough to capture it and bring it to me, but you let it escape!" His voice resonated loudly in the room, he tossed his smoking pipe towards you, and you made no move to dodge it as part of the burning tobacco caught the side of your ample cheek, burning it. "Maybe the binding spell I place upon your heart and soul isn't enough to make you obey me."

Your brunt cheek heals instantly as your natural demeanor of an unfilial daughter slowly unmasks itself. "Can't you let this slip one time, father? Or better yet, Gensai?" Your original eyes suddenly shifted to a glowing red, filled with malice as you went head to head with Gensai in the room. Unleashing your energy into the room, you could see the man sitting across from you gripping a box sealed with yellow wax papers.

"If you know what's good for you, I suggest you stop." He threatened, a finger tracing the edge and corner of the polish box that hadn't aged from what you remember.

"So you're not gonna let it slide?" You test the water, "You took so many things from me, Gensai, and a simple, honest mistake that I make, isn't it?" Gensai blinked, and suddenly, you were next to him. "The sealed box in your hand never left your side; you love me so much that you can't part away from it, can you? What would your wife Narumi think and feel that you harbored feelings for a halfling like me? For so many years?" Peering into Gensai's grey eyes, dark emotions swirl dangerously.

"You treacherous woman," Gensai growls out, every accusing and condescending question you spew out to hit him like hot, searing daggers into his side. Gensai was an honorable man in the public eyes of the Jujutsu world for many years; reputation and fame were his live work and hallmark. To hear you say lines of misgiving cynicism would tarnish his livelihood if it got out to the wrong ears. After all, walls could be thin too sometimes.

Clicking your tongue at him, you drew your brows together in mock concern, and with a hush, you placed a finger on his lips. "The Great Gensai shouldn't lose his temper over such a woman like me. It could be bad for your health since it's the only thing you have left; after all, considering I have given you what your wife had failed all these years, I should be excused for the mistake." Pulling yourself back, you were a few strides away from Gensai. "Until then, see you next time."

With you out the door, Gensai grabs the nearest object and throws it at where you exit in anger. It was an old book, barely being held by its spine as its pages spread all over the tatami mat once it impacted.

"(Name), you cursed woman of that wretched fiend." Gensai cursed out; he looked down where one of his hands always occupied the sealed box wrapped in yellow wax papers. Gensai palms the wooden chest, feeling a faint thumping sound against it. No matter how much he hates you, Gensai could never get rid of you because of sick, dark, and obsessed feeling only rose day by day from those years ago, always managing to shroud his logical side. He remembers the first time seeing you almost 30 years ago when he was in his early 20s, a genuine and fine specimen of Sukuna's. His only live successful progeny.

Lock away in a lonely cell, almost like the room he solitudes in.

[yakshamenogias]

~CW : MDNI, MASTURBATION, NEKO!AFAB READER, PROTECTED AND UNPROTECTED SEX, SLIGHT BREEDING KINK, IMPLIED PREGNANCY, MASTER KINK, ORAL, IMPLIED OVERSTIMULATION, 69-ING, SLIGHT CHPT 135 SPOILERS(IN THE BEGINNING)

~AN : MY CONTRIBUTION TO THE HYBRID COLLAB MADE BY @fuwushiguro ! GO CHECH OUT THEIR OTHER WORKS TOO, ALONG WITH THE OTHER PEOPLE IN THE COLLAB, THEY'RE ALL AMAZING WRITERS.

~SUMMARY : YOU GET HIT BY AN AWFULLY PECULIAR CURSED SPIRIT—SPECIFICALLY ITS CURSED TECHNIQUE—AND NOW YOU'RE IN THE CARE OF ITADORI'S OLDER BROTHER UNTIL YOU RETURN TO YOUR FULL HEALTH.

"Y/N! MOVE OUT THE WAY!!"

That's the last thing you heard before collapsing. You, Megumi, Itadori, and Nobara were all sent together to exorcise a curse in Kyoto, due to the newer recruits sent out earlier not returning. Despite them sending all of you, they sent Aoi, Noritoshi, and Kasumi along with your group, as they detected a special-grade nearby the area.

"Why the fuck did they have to send all of us? It's one stupid special-grade." Nobara groaned. "Especially Y/n, after your last mission, you should stay behind this time." It didn't come as a shock to you that Kamo was worried. He was crushing on you since Valentine's Day about three years ago, when you offered to take him to the movies. Though, the real reason for you doing so, was just because he didn't have a date that day. "Yeah.. three domains in one battle would naturally be too much for a person." Megumi eye-rolled, pressing a firm hand against your back. "Other than Gojo." Kasumi fangirled, hugging herself as everyone walked together.

"Woah.. that's the curtain?" Itadori asked. "That's your question? Not that—ugh! That foul stench!" Nobara whined in response, covering her nose as she continued to walk through the curtain. Next to walk through was Todo, then Noritoshi and Kasumi, which left you, Itadori and Megumi outside. "Can we be so sure it isn't outside? It is a special-grade, after all." You whispered. "I don't think we should be too worried, but I could stay outside and keep watch with you if you'd like?" Itadori muttered, nodding for Megumi to head into the curtain.

Almost as soon as the spikey-haired male left, a large.. cat(?) appeared. "Is.. is that a cat? Are we sure this is the special grade?" The boy beside you deadpanned. "Ara, Ara~ Aren't you some cute little things? You'd be a perfect addition to my collection." The abnormally large cat purred, revealing a mouth that can only be described with one word. Mortifying. In between it's rows and rows of Razor sharp teeth, it contained chewed up bones, flesh, and at least a gallon of blood. Now the fear level began to rise. As between the two of you, you were the only one with a domain expansion. A domain expansion you were unable to use due to yesterday's fight. There really wasn't much choice left, as you momentarily underestimated your power levels, and his.

"Itadori.. bring out Sukuna." You turned your back to the curse to order your companion. However, you should've taken into account that most of the time, the curses won't just sit and wait for you to grow stronger than it. "Y/N GET OUT THE WAY!" Itadori screamed, gripping your hand and forcing his legs to run. However.. he was one second too late. Your body had got caught in the fire of the curse's technique, rendering you immobile and unconscious. "Y/n!!" He yelled out, lifting you from the ground and running off, placing a few threads of yarn in it's way, hoping it would distract the cat long enough for him to get you to safety.

As he ran to the Jujutsu School is Tokyo, he attempted calling Megumi, or anyone else on the mission. "Right." He grunted. There's no service inside curtains. Then he stopped to think for a minute. About how despite her injuries, the higher-ups sent you out regardless. Then, he took a sharp turn, and knocked on his distant relative's door.

"Brother?" Choso asked, leaning on his door frame. "Can you hold her for a while? She got hit by a special-grade's technique and I don't have any more time to explain so are you coming or not?" Itadori rambled, placing you in his brother's hands. "Woah, woah. Slow down. You're confusing me. Do you want me to stay and watch her or go with you and leave her here?" "Leave her here, hurry! The curse is outside of the curtain while everyone else is still stuck inside!" He yelled. "Okay, damn! You should've just said that." Choso groaned, laying you down on his couch and rushing out the door with his brother.

Choso returned later that night nearly drenched in blood. That special-grade truly was troubling. "Ah, I forgot about you." He looked at your slightly different appearance as you sat up on the couch, stretching your arms and legs out oh-so elegantly. "Feeling better- oh.. I see." He muttered to himself as he finally approached you, eyeing the fluffy ears and catlike tail. "Yep.. this'll suck. So can you talk or did she literally turn you into a human cat?" Choso sighed, sitting down beside you and resting an arm on the back of the sofa. In response, you simply purred, your soft tail swaying left to right as you crawled into his lap, placing both hands on his shoulders, straddling the male. "Hm..? A no, I guess." He whispered, looking away to hide his blush.

"Masterr~" You cooed, swirling your hips in a circular motion. The red on Choso's cheeks heavily deepened when he heard the name addressed to him. "Ma-Master? What the hell do you mean, "master"? I'm not your master." He quickly stated while attempting to escape your grasp. You giggled cheekily. "Yes, you are, silly! I'll always recognize my dear master. You smell the same.." "I- I.. smell the same? Listen j-just get off my lap, alright? I'm just watching you until this wears off." Quickly shuffling beside the male, you rest your head on his shoulder as he turns on the TV. "D'you want to watch a movie?" He asked, placing his hand on yours. "I wanna watch whatever you wanna watch, master~" He internally groaned at the sheer fact of you calling his master the whole time. "You could call me Choso, you know? It'd actually be a bit more.. preferable." The man muttered as you stared at the screen. "Hm, can I pleeeaasee call you master? Unless you like- want me to call you.. Choso." "Yes, please." He quickly said, a nod coming from you as a response.

"Thank you.." Choso smirked, turning on a random TV show from his "Continue Watching" list on Netflix. The movie made you fall asleep illegally fast, and your head gently rested on his shoulder while you softly slept. After a good thirty minutes, Choso finally noticed you were napping when he heard your quiet snores. What he didn't notice—though—was your soft hand slip into your underwear, rubbing light circles onto your clit.

Your lips released gentle, vulnerable moans as your sharp nails grazed your entrance. "A-Ahh~ Chos-so~.." His heart sped up severely as blood rushed to his cock. Despite how embarrassed he was to hear you moan his name, his lips couldn't help but upturn into a aroused smirk. "Hey.. Hey uh..—fuck, her name was..-" "Y/n..~" You purred, using your other hand to brush against his erection. "Y-Y/n.. When did you wa-ake up?" He whispered. "Just now.. Mas- Choso~" Hearing either name uttered from your lips just made his caged dick twitch even more. "Ri..Right." If I.. If she let me have sex with her right now.. and if I breed her.. would the pregnancy be normal..? I don't want her to suffer. He dismissed the thought from his head when you began talking to him. "Master Choso.. would you like me to personally tend to your issue?" You breathily cooed, shifting your hand to underneath the shirt Choso gave you before he left, pinching your erect nipples.

"Uh- a-alright.." He muttered, internally beating himself up for using you in a state where you aren't yourself. However, once your soft lips pressed against his dick, all was forgotten and all he could recall was your face. No words, nothing in the background. Just your face, and how he guesses it looks when you orgasm around his cock. You managed to remove your bottoms as you swirled your tongue around his tip. "Mm.. go down.." He grunted, grabbing your waist and laying back onto the couch, resulting in your grip on him releasing and your ass carefully seated on his face. All you could hear were muffled words before you were filled with immense pleasure as his tongue explored your insides. Your tail stiffened for a moment in shock before you leaned down to his dick, resuming your earlier progress. Choso had never done this before, but he felt that with you, he was open to trying new ways of pleasure.

After a few muffled moans, you were able to hear Choso emit an audible sentence. "Mm, youu s'aste so m'fuckin' good, dear~" The male strained his muscles to not buck into your pretty mouth, especially knowing that the fangs that came with your package were grazing his foreskin with every suck. Luckily for him, you began speeding up your pace as you were close to reaching your high. He didn't want to hurt you, but he really felt a strong urge to try it, so he did. He removed his tongue from the inside of your pussy, his even teeth grazing your clitoris before he oh-so-gently bit down on you. Such action filled you with such overwhelming pleasure, you were on hanging on a frayed rope as you continued to please your master, squeezing his cock as you jerked it. "Hngh!" His moan was muffled, but certainly still audible. More pre-cum leaked from his reddened tip before he was on his edge as well. Removing your lips, you let out a whimper as Choso continued to ravish your insides, your whole body. "Masterr~!" You moaned, just moments before letting out the creamy orgasm you held in for too long. Just from the delicious flavour of your juices, the male released his sperm as well, his hips twitching as he drenched your tongue with his load. "Mmmh, del..delicious." He whispered, placing a gentle kiss on your pussy once more after cleaning up the mess you'd made before you switched the position.

He slowly grinds against your waist, lifting your shirt up just enough to expose your breasts. "May I?" Choso asks you, pressing his exposed cock against your clit. "Ha-Hah~ Yes pleease!" Your fingers laid on your tongue while you laid on your back on the couch, with Choso's knee against the back of the couch, his other foot resting on the floor for stability. And after slipping an XL condom onto his cock, he gently slid himself in, moving slowly and inch-by-inch. Your nails tore into the leather couch the further he shoved. "More, master! Please g-mmuh! G'mme moree! Pleasee!" You moaned needily, rocking your hips against his. "Shh, of course, my love." He grunted as he sped up the pace of his thrusts, laying a romantic kiss on your shivering lips. Your tongue was rough, like sandpaper. When Choso pulled away he finally saw exactly why. "Cat tongue, eh..? That explains the rough blowjob, heh." He chuckled, the fapping noise from your two bodies slapping together filled even the ears of the neighbors, but you two didn't care.

As Choso grew closer and closer to his climax, you stopped him. "Wh-Why'd you stop..?" He whined. "Masterr, take me.. without protection. Breed me, Master Choso.." That name, it made him weak in the knees. You stuck out your tongue, opening your mouth wide as you sat up and moved down to his cock. He had taken off the rubber as soon as you told him to. And now you were about to do a repeat of the lewd acts from earlier. Near immediately after you started, the slurping noises you made rung in Choso's ears as you sucked his dick like an ice pop. "F-Fuck.." You bobbed your head up and down, choking on each inch of flesh that was pushed down your throat. "Go..Gonna cum.." He muttered, resulting in you pulling away, with a loud 'pop' noise as saliva and pre-cum poured from your lips. Now you were hovering over the man's valuables, slowly pushing him back inside of yours. His toes curled as he heavily restrained from releasing so soon. His attempts were proven to be in vain when you began bouncing sensually on his dick, grinding your stomach against Choso's just so you could feel the bulge he created in your belly. "Hnng-gah! C..Cumming!" The two of you released together once more with Choso's hands wrapped around your back to keep you still. He's keen of being overstimulated, but not for several hours like you had put him through.

That morning, you woke up in Choso's bed, alone. Naturally, you'd be wondering why you were at his house, nonetheless in his bed, so you slip out, walking towards the door. Until you feel a creamy liquid dribble down your thigh. It wasn't much, but it was enough for you to piece together what happened. At least, your own version of it. Boy, did Choso have a lot of explaining to do when he came back to check on you.

[kitorin]

"The strongest"

genre. comfort/angst

warnings. manga spoilers (nothing too major + mentions of suguru), I'm not good with dialogue in writing , possibly ooc Gojo, not proof read since I did this during science

Born with all six eyes, and the strongest sorcerer ever, his birth altering the balance of the world, Gojo Satoru was capable of so many things, whether it was quickly disposing powerful special grades or reducing his cursed energy output to zero. His complex character made him hard to properly understand, unsympathetic and cruel to sorcerer executives but nonchalant and awfully playful with his students, constantly teasing them and messing around. Rich and confident in his reputation, power, and even his looks, Satoru seemed like someone who was happy, he had pretty much everything an individual would want, money, power, an immense amount of cursed energy, and he `always had a joyful demeanour, constantly smiling and joking around.

That was what you foolishly believed.

"Satoru?" You called out to him, wondering why he hadn't already embraced you in a tight hug, he was usually affectionate the moment you came home, showering you with love and attention. You made your way to your shared room, looking for your significant other.

"Y/N?" You heard his response as you arrived in your room, seeing him sit down, taking up a bunch of space like always. He was less enthusiastic than usual, maybe he was tired, after all being a teacher did require plenty of effort.

"Oh 'toru, how were your students today? Is Yuuji doing fine with Sukuna?" You asked him about his day as you plopped yourself right next to him.

"He's, fine. Doing great, he'll be a great exorcist at this rate. Megumi, Megumi's doing great as well, his mindset is improving and his hand to hand combat's impressive. Nobara's has improved as well, Panda's been helpin' a lot"

You could barely detect the usual confidence and stability of Satoru's voice. Something felt off, he almost never paused when it wasn't needed. You noticed how his blindfold seemed a bit damp, so were his cheeks. Was he, crying?

"Satoru, are you okay?"

The question was simple, but it still seemed to have a huge impact, as if he suddenly been slapped in the face.

"Mhm yeah, as always, I'm the strongest Y/N we both know that.." His shaky words confirmed your suspicions, something was definitely wrong.

"Satoru what happened? It's evident you're not alright,"

Gojo paused, biting his lip, "It's nothing,"

"Satoru, just because you're the strongest doesn't mean nothing's wrong. Of course I'm not going to believe you if you've been crying,"

With shock written all over his face, Satoru froze, burying his face in his hands, removing his blindfold.

"I can't trouble you with this, I'm not meant to feel this way it's been so long-" The words tumbled out of his mouth, barely coherent.

"Satoru, it's alright, your feelings are just as important as anyone else, take a deep breath," You patted his back, in attempt to alleviate his distress. Worry and anxiety churned in your stomach, you've never seen the Gojo Satoru vulnerable before, he always had unwavering confidence around everyone. "You can tell me anything you want, let it out if you want to,"

He took in a sharp breath, bottom lip quivering, "Am I the strongest because I'm Gojo Satoru, or am I Gojo Satoru because I'm the strongest. Is being strong my only value and purpose?"

It suddenly hit you, how lonely Satoru must've been, being the first person to be born with all six eyes in centuries, simply being born had a massive impact on the world.

You gave him a hug, tears ready to fall, "I'm sorry Satoru, you're more than your six eyes,"

"Suguru, I should've noticed how isolated he was, stuck with his thoughts. I'm his best friend but I didn't do anything while I could... What happened to him... I'm meant to be the strongest yet I couldn't protect my best friend" His diamond like eyes were lined with tears, and were swollen from crying.

You didn't know the details of what happened with Suguru but you knew the incident took place back when Satoru was in high school. Curiosity pleaded you to ask, but you pushed it aside, prioritizing Satoru's current state.

"You were young and inexperienced, just because you were born with six eyes doesn't mean you have to be perfect." Your hug became even tighter, it felt so suffocating and painful to see Satoru in this state. "Gojo Satoru, you are human, no matter how many cursed techniques you master, no matter how strong you get, you're still human, you still have a heart." You tapped his chest, emphasising your point. "You'll feel things, everyone does, and that's perfectly fine. You have me on your side, you have your students, you have Nanami and Shouko and more. 'Toru, you're going to be fine," You buried your face in his shoulder.

At this point he was a bawling mess, sobbing while muttering out thank yous. You stayed where you were for a while, letting him let out all the bottled up emotions he had kept inside of him. He may seem like an individual who's arrogant and has everything in life, but you knew deep down he was just like anyone else; a human who craves reassurance, validation, and the best for his loved ones.

[nakachuchu]

Protector | Fushiguro Megumi

SYNOPSIS: You would always protect him.

READER: female

WORDS: 1017

WRITTEN: 03/25/2021

NOTES: Sorry this took so long! I was busy crying bc I got waitlisted and bc this fic hurt me. @sashaisangel

You weren't special like Itadori and you weren't strong like Gojo, but it didn't stop you from always protecting Megumi.

It stemmed from being childhood friends. You met him in elementary school, and you were the first person to approach him and try to be his friend.

Of course, he disliked you. He disliked everyone. He didn't need people around him and he thought they were annoying like flies.

You didn't give up trying to be his friend, and you probably should have if you had known how much trouble it would have gotten you into in the future.

He was a child who rarely talked, and when he did, it was usually to insult someone. It was no wonder he had enemies, even as a child.

The day you stood up to his bullies and got a bloody nose because of that was the day he became your friend. You were his first friend, and honestly, his only friend until he entered Jujutsu Tech.

You were even there when his father disappeared. He was left alone with his sister who you thought was the prettiest girl you'd ever seen.

You were even there when Gojo approached him in the middle of the street. You stood in front of Megumi protectively because you thought Gojo was a predator.

You went to middle school with him as well. You were always seen by his side, hands wrapped around his arm occasionally whenever he wasn't in too bad of a mood.

At the beginning of the year, before Megumi put bullies in their place, boys would snicker and whisper to themselves about you.

They'd try to see under your pretty, little skirt and tug your hair occasionally in class when Megumi wasn't near or with you.

But once Megumi had enough and put them in their place, all boys stayed away from you.

"That's a lot of blood, you idiot," he had said.

You had winced when he dabbed the disinfectant on your cheek. You had protected him from bullies, even though he was much stronger than you.

Surprisingly, you had enough cursed energy to become a sorcerer. Granted, you were low on the grade pyramid, but it made you happy you were able to be with Megumi.

Despite knowing him for nearly a decade, he was still stubborn and cold to you at times. You didn't mind though. You loved Megumi, and you were sure he knew that even if he never said it back to you.

You were sent on a mission with him, Kugisaki, and Itadori. With the four of you together, it should have been easy to exorcise the curse.

"Just breathe," he said.

You smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, I'm just excited!"

But it wasn't so simple. What was supposed to be a low-level curse turned into a special grade curse.

Not expecting a sudden attack from such a vicious curse, the four of you were overwhelmed and you had taken most of the impact.

"Y/N!"

His voice was weak and it trembled whenever he tried to speak. Itadori and Kugisaki were fighting the curse behind him, and he knew he should have been helping and that it was bad for him to get emotional, but he couldn't help it.

You were lying in his arms, coughing up blood as you looked up at him. You never had a chance against the curse, and while maybe Megumi did, sorcerers off guard rarely survived surprise attacks. Your main goal was to protect Megumi, and you succeeded.

"Hi," he whispered, bottom lip trembling as he brushed your hair back.

You weakly smiled at him.

"Stay with me, okay?"

" 'm tired," you mumbled.

"Hey, stay with me," he repeated with more force. "You can't die. I won't let you."

He knew it wasn't up to him whether you lived or not, and he knew that you weren't possessed by a strong curse like Sukuna. You weren't going to come back like Itadori.

You looked past him with glassy eyes to see someone you hadn't seen in a while. You had only seen him once before, but he reached out to you with the same hand he used to give you a lollipop after seeing you with Megumi.

At the time, you didn't realize he was Megumi’s father, but as time went on, you put the pieces together. You remembered him vaguely patting you on the head and telling you to protect Megumi.

Naturally, you would have done so without him telling you to, but it made you proud that someone else wanted Megumi to be safe.

"I did it," you whispered. "I took care of him as promised."

Megumi glanced behind him. "Y/N, there's nobody there."

Your eyes slowly moved back to Megumi. "See you later, 'gumi.”

“Wait, Y/N! Don't go,” he whispered. “Please, please, just stay awake.

You hummed. “Love you."

Your voice trailed off as you stopped breathing. Blood soaked through your uniform, staining his hands as he cradled your body to his chest.

Fat drops of tears fell onto your face as he stared at you. Your cheek was getting cold against his warm hand.

He pressed his forehead against yours and clenched his eyes tightly together, drowning out the sounds of his friends battling a curse behind him.

You were the most important person in his life. You were the only one who knew what he was going through. You helped him through his hard times, consoling him on late nights when he couldn't sleep after thinking about Tsumiki.

"I love you," he whispered. "God, I love you, Y/N."

He only wished he said it at least once while you were still alive. You deserved to hear it from him after all the times you said those three words to him while you were making breakfast for him, cuddling him to sleep, or holding onto his arm like when the two of you were children.

He pressed a wet kiss to your forehead before gently setting you down onto the ground. He turned around and pressed his fingers together.

“Domain Expansion—”

[jgnico]

this is sorta still for the “tell me your opinion” game, but i would love to hear why yuuta is your favourite character in detail. or just anything concerning him that you feel like you haven’t gotten the chance to say

Oh boy, ohmygod thank you for giving me the opportunity to gush about my favoritest bestest most beautiful boy! 🥺

There are a few reasons that Yuuta's my favorite, but it mostly breaks down to his personality and how fucking cool he is.

He's a Jujutsu Sorcerer that created a Special Grade Curse that was so strong that she got a nick-name fashioned after Sukuna's when he was 10 years old, carries around a katana, can heal people, can copy other people's cursed techniques, has more cursed energy than Gojo, and is engaged to his childhood best that happens to be the Curse he created.

Like??? That's... He's so stupidly OP for no good reason in a series where people like Gojo and Sukuna exist and I love it.

And he kicks ass! Even with minimal training, he just handles shit for no other reason than "Hey, idk what the fuck is going on, but you fucked with my besties, so now I'm about to wreck your shit." Like it's just genuinely so amusing to me that Gege gave us an I'm-Actually-Amazing-At-Everything main character right out the gate and went "What if he just didn't care about anything that's going on?"

So then you get left with this poor depressed kid that's finally building genuine relationships after being alone for years, but he's still stupidly OP and he just forgets that he is because it doesn't matter to him as much as having friends does. Which is why we have moments like this:

It's so damn refreshing to have an MC that doesn't care about being the strongest or being the best or acheiving some illustrious goal. He's just a kid that wants to bring his loved one peace and if being a Sorcerer is how he does that, then that's what he's going put all of his effort into.

Which brings me to my dearest darling Rika, the best girl and most adorable wonderful Curse Spirit ever. Look at her smile! She's so happy!

And just like Yuuta, she wants nothing more than to help the person she loves. She isn't evil or malicious, she's just a kid with more power than she knows what to do with that also doesn't give a fuck about anything that's happening so long as her bestie is safe.

And Yuuta never ever treats her like a burden despite her unintentionally ruining his life and isolating him for six long years. He's so incredibly kind and patient with her. He cares about her, he loves her, and he makes sure that he accommodates around her limitations. He understands that she's still that same little girl that gave him a ring in the hopes that they'd get married when they grew up, that same little girl that he met and befriended in a hospital while he was sick and she was grieving, and he doesn't hold a grudge against her for her actions despite how easy and understandable it would've been for him to do so.

He's just such a genuinely good person that I can't help but adore him and hope for the best for him. Even when he got called back and found out that all of his friends were hurt and had the adults in the room pointing him toward the person that did it, he figured out a way to dupe the higher-ups and protect Yuuji from the execution they wanted while fooling everyone else just to do so. And again, it wasn't because he cared about the bullshit that is Jujutsu Society, but because his friends cared about Yuuji and that's good enough for him.

Plus, I mean, come on, look at him and tell me that this doesn't spark joy?

I would love a sticker of this panel to put below the keyboard on my laptop. I need these kind of positive affirmations in my life.

Also, fun fact! Yuuta's white uniform jacket marks him out as a problem student because it's easier to spot in a crowd and for a brief time he had a normal uniform but lost that privilege because he did something to piss off the higher-ups.

Also, also, have I mentioned how fucking cool he is? Look at him all grown up and being a badass. 🥺

I'm so proud of him and his ability to pull up to a fight in white converse after casually scaring the shit out of everyone present.

That and his fight with Yuuji was so wonderfully choreographed. It showed us how much both of them have grown skill-wise since their respective introductions while making sure that Yuuta didn't completely outshine the current MC of the series despite his clear advantages as a Special Grade. Plus them throwing a car back and forth at each other was iconic. And we got a look at the new Rika at the end of it!

Like, I genuinely couldn't have asked for anything better from Gege. I was excited to see Yuuta and Rika, I was worried for Yuuji and Choso, I was searching for some kind of twist that Gege ended up giving us without it feeling cheap for the story or outlandish for Yuuta's character.

I guess to wrap up, I'll add that seeing Yuuta on the cover of 137 had me legitimately tearing up. He was gone for three years with only the smallest of scraps about him and I was genuinely so happy to have him back. And then he mentioned Rika and I was left pacing around my house with the dumbest smile on my face. Sure it didn't make sense, sure she was supposed to have moved on, but I absolutely didn't care, I was just glad that they were finally home again.

[albdodaze]

blooming. y.itadori

‘i will never, never leave you’ (chapter three)

warnings: none

context: IN WHICH kami gojo, younger sister of certain powerful jujutsu sorcerer, meets an idiot who makes cold barrier around her heart melt.

"Roppongi my ass," laughed Kami, looking at the abandoned old building they were standing in front of.

"There's a curse here," stated Satoru.

"You liar!"

"This isn't even Roppongi!"

"You were toying with us country folk!"

"There's a big cemetery nearby. The double whammy of that and an abandoned building brought out a curse," Satoru said, not taking his eyes off the building.

"So they really do pop up more often around graves?" Itadori asked as Nobara shouted evil in the background.

"The issue isn't the cementery itself," Yuuji's head turned abruptly towards Kami, who finally spoke up and a blush came over his face that he didn't even notice.

But Satoru did.

"It's the fact that people associate cemeteries with fear," Kami explained, totally oblivious.

"Oh, it was the same for schools, too, wasn't it?" Yuuji replied, ignoring the heat that flooded him at the sound of the younger Gojo's soft voice.

"Hold up. He didn't even know that yet?" Nobara asked, approaching from Kami's left.

—

"He swallowed a special-grade cursed object? Gross! Unbelievable! That's so unsanitary and disgusting! No way, no way, no way, no way!"

"This is what I was telling them the whole time," deadpanned Kami, and Nobara grabbed her by the shoulders and looked her straight in the eye.

"They thought otherwise?!" She exclaimed and leaned her head against Kami's shoulder, groaning at the thought of this. Kami patted her lightly on the head, glad that finally someone understood her.

"What?!"

"I agree with them," Fushiguro said.

"I want to know what all of you are capable of. Just think of this as a field test," Satoru finally spoke up. "Nobara, Yuuji, you two go exorcise the curse inside that building."

"Geh!"

"Huh? But I thought only curses could exorcise curses, right?" Asked a confused Yuuji. "I can't use any jujutsu yet."

"You're basically half a curse already. There's cursed energy flowing throughout your body. Though controlling that energy isn't something you can learn overnight," Satoru said and extended his hand towards Kami, who with a sigh pulled a weapon from the strap tied across her waist and handed it to him. "So use this."

"It's the cursed tool, Slaughter Demon. It's a weapon imbued with cursed energy. It'll work on curses, too," Kami explained as Itadori marveled at the weapon in his hand.

"Lame," Nobara said, and she and Itadori headed towards the building.

"Oh one more thing! Don't let Sukuna out! If you use him, you'll get rid of all the curses nearby in a flash, but you'll also drag everyone around into it."

"Got it, I won't let Sukuna out."

—

"I think I'll go, too," Megumi spoke up after a moment of silence.

"Don't push yourself. You're still recovering."

"But someone needs to keep an eye on Itadori, right?"

"True. But the one we're testing this time is Nobara."

"But don't you think leaving her with Itadori is kinda stupid? I mean, he's kinda... reckless," Kami spoke up, playing with her long hair.

"Also true. That Yuuji... He's missing a few up here," the older Gojo said, pointing to his head. "He has no hesitation when it comes to killing these tings that take form of living creatures, albeit bizzare-looking ones, to try to kill him. And it's not like he's been familiar with curses for a long time, like you two. This boy used to live a normal high school life."

'Normal.' What is normal? Did Kami ever experience or will ever experience something 'normal'?

"You've seen plenty of jujutsu sorcerers, even those with talent, give up in frustration because they couldn't conquer their fear or disgust, haven't you?"

'It will probably be me,' Kami thought, listening to what her brother was saying.

"So today I want to confirm how crazy she is."

Silence.

No one said anything, no one dared to say anything. Because what would they have?

Kami played with her fingers out of nervousness. And she didn't know if it was because of how awkward the silence was, or because she was afraid for the two inexperienced jujutsu sorcerers who were about to face the curses alone in an abandoned building. Maybe it was because of both.

'Or more by the second one,' she thought as she saw the curse fly out the window.

"I'll exorcise it,' Megumi said, looking at the curse.

"Hold on."

Not a few seconds passed, and the curse was gone. It had evaporated. There was nothing left of it but a dirty memory.

"Nice."

"She's crazy, all right," Satoru said smiling.

—

"I live over there! Thanks again!" Exclaimed the boy whom Nobara and Itadori had rescued in the building and whom they had just escorted home, making sure he got there safely.

The Gojo siblings waved the boy away, Kami letting out a breath she hadn't even noticed she was holding in. The white-haired girl felt a hand on her shoulder and lifted her gaze to look at her brother, who was grinning at her.

"Are you hungry?" He asked and started to lead them to where three of her classmates were waiting for them.

"A little, I haven't eaten anything all day," Kami said and put her arm through her brother's waist, leaning against him gently.

"Good Joseph!" Shouted Satoru suddenly, directing this to the three waiting on the stairs. "We made sure the kid got home."

Nobara and Itadori sprang to their feet and stood, prepared for the next mission.

"Now shall we go grab some food?"

"Steak!"

"Sushi!"

"Not again," Kami muttered under her breath, and Satoru laughed softly.

"Leave it all to me!" Her brother shouted. "And you, Megumi?"

Megumi didn't answer anything, being too busy playing some game on her phone.

Without waiting for anyone, Satoru put his hands on Itadori and Nobara's shoulders and started walking in the opposite direction, leaving Megumi and Kami alone behind.

'Ouch,' thought Kami as she saw Satoru laughing with Itadori and Nobara.

"Are you coming?" She heard Megumi's voice who smiled gently at her.

Kami reciprocated the gesture and ran to his left, following the rest.

"Oh, I forgot about my biggest haul of the day," Nobara began, walking in front of the rest. " Hey, you," she pointed to Itadori. "Go fetch my stuff."

"Huh? Why should I do it? I thought we were even."

"We won thanks to my cursed energy. Got a problem with that?"

"What about my raw strength?"

"Your monstrous power from eating weird shit?"

"It's not just that! Right, Fushiguro?"

Silence.

"Huh? What's the matter, Fushiguro?"

"Nothing."

"He's pouting because he didn't get to join in," Satoru spoke up.

"What a child!" Nobara said.

Itadori started laughing, definitely happy. After all, he finally had someone to get along with. And when everyone else joined in, it made his heart fill with warmth even more. But not quite. He didn't hear the laughter he most wanted to hear.

He lifted his gaze to Kami, who was staring dead at him, the corners of her mouth not even lifting for a moment. And that made something in his heart hurt.

Satoru wasn't blind either and noticed something was wrong, slowing his step to walk beside Kami.

"Are you okay?" He asked, leaning over her so only she could hear him.

"Why wouldn't I be?" Kami raised an eyebrow.

Satoru watched her closely, observing her every little movement. The way her hands tangled at the back of her body, her fingers playing with themselves. The way her gaze fled everywhere but at anyone beside her. The way you could see her nervously biting her lip and cheeks from the inside. The way she was so tense.

Satoru laughed softly, knowing what's going on and wrapped his long arm around Kami, pulling her close and kissing her gently on the top of her head, a thing he always did when she was sad and a thing that always helped.

This time was no different as Kami closed her eyes, relaxing a bit.

"After all, you know that no one can replace you for me, you're my little sister, no one could do it," Satoru whispered and reached out his little toe, wrapping it around Kami's one, getting at least serious for a moment before returning to his previous state and tickling Kami on her sides where she was most ticklish.

Kami jumped back with a squeal and threw an evil but amused look at her brother, who only winked at her and started laughing, matching Megumi's step.

The little girl's loud laughter rang through the yard behind the house as her older brother tickled her on the ground, laughing along with her. When he finally stopped, the white-haired girl looked at her brother and smiled widely.

"Satoru?"

"Hm?" The white-haired boy replied, falling onto his back next to his little sister and looking at her.

"Will you promise me something?" The girl asked, sitting down on the ground, crossing her petite legs.

Satoru nodded, also sitting down on the ground. The girl giggled softly and extended her hand towards her brother, showing her tiny little finger.

"Promise me you'll never leave me."

Satoru's face fell, and his heart simultaneously hurt and flooded with warmth. Because on one hand, what had it come to that a six year old girl would think anyone would leave her, and on the other hand, this was one of the most adorable scenes he could ever experience.

After a moment of silence, Satoru smiled softly and wrapped his, large compared to his sister's, finger around hers and rested his forehead against Kami's forehead, looking her straight in the eyes.

"I will never, but never leave you. After all, you know that no one can replace you for me, you're my little sister, no one could do it," he said seriously, never letting go of her finger from his as he felt tears coming to his eyes.

He quickly closed his eyelids and pulled his younger version to him, who immediately snuggled into her warm and loving brother.

"I will never, never leave you."

At the mention, Kami's eyes welled up with tears, which she quickly wiped away and pretended everything was ok.

'Then why does it feel like you're distancing yourself from me now? Like you're not proud of me? Like you want to leave me, just like everyone else?'