#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.

[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??

[cursedvibes]

Two Types of Ultimate Strength in JJK

I wanted to take the time to break down the two types of The Strongest we meet in the story and the way these four people are representing them. In this case, "The Strongest" means: a person with the power to permanently change (jujutsu) society.

Raw Power

I struggled a bit with how to name the two categories, but ultimately settled on this. Raw Power refers to the people who get called The Strongest in text aka Ryomen Sukuna & Gojo Satoru. The strongest sorcerer in history and the strongest sorcerer of modern times. Their power lies in their attack strength and natural abilities. Their physical superiority lets them shape society and even affect things like the spawning of curses and the power-levels of sorcerers because the lethal threat they pose forces everyone to follow or die. In Sukuna's case there is basically only the option to die, although he did negotiate with the Fujiwara and they incorporated him into rituals and political plays (more like you would use an atomic bomb than him actively participating in discussions, I imagine), so he wasn't in kill mode 24/7. Gojo changed the behavior of curse users just by being born. He could kill the higher-ups at any point and put his own people in power to run society as he sees fit, nobody could stop him. He could block or instate any political system he wants. Recently it looks like that might actually be part of his plan.

Gojo and Sukuna have more differences though than Sukuna just being more destructive and forcing sorcerers to evolve or die. Gojo was special the moment he was born. Tengen literally designed him to be an indestructible weapon from a young age. He's smart too, but his physiology and innate technique already give him a huge advantage over anyone else and nobody besides Sukuna has even a chance at breeching that gap.

As far as we know, for Sukuna that wasn't the case. His cursed technique, Shrine, depends on taking other skills in and collecting them. Add onto that large reserves of cursed energy and quick learning skill. He has a strong understanding of cursed energy and the soul (without a physical advantage like the six eyes) and that is the basis for how he is able to perform techniques like an unclosed domain, turning himself into a cursed object and learning to regenerate his cursed technique after experiencing it once. It relies a lot more on experience and study than in Gojo's case, despite also having intrinsic advantages like his large cursed energy pool. He is also more adaptable than Gojo as his fight against Mahoraga shows very well. Gojo's attitude is more straightforward, but he also rarely gets challenged to do more than shoot his energy blasts very precisely and with a lot of power behind it. He rarely gets forced to rely on other skills or trickery. In that way, he's actually much more the brute force type than Sukuna.

Plotting

This is the category I made up for Tengen & Kenjaku. They aren't very physically strong, not in the sense that Sukuna and Gojo are. Actually they would very quickly die in a straight up battle against the two, but they are still more influencial than them. I mean, Tengen is the reason society exist in the way it does after all and Kenjaku is doing a very good job at breaking the system down. If Gojo and Sukuna are natural disasters that alter the balance of the world, Tengen and Kenjaku are the ones that guide the path these disasters take.

Tengen isn't a fighter, but she is still powerful through her understanding of cursed energy, huge energy reserves and mastery of barrier techniques. She created barriers around Japan to enhance the sorcerer and curse formation inside them (like a greenhouse for cursed energy). Society is dependant on her to exist as it is. If she's gone, all structure would collapse and curses would run wild. It would likely affect future generations of sorcerers as well. She is the reason Gojo even exist and Sukuna...well who knows what she did with him. She did all this "merely" through talking and building connections and subtly influencing people, like when she appeared in the Nara period and preached about buddhism and her vision for jujutsu sorcerers or how she facilitated the creation of the Big 3 and higher-ups and continued to guide them from behind the scenes.

Kenjaku is more of a fighter than Tengen, they know how to defend themselves, but it is not their first instinct and direct conflict is rarely their preferred plan of action. Due to having reduced their body to purely the brain, their physical capabilities rely heavily on the vessel they inhabit and even in the body of someone like Geto whose technique they use much better than the guy himself, they would still easily get killed by Gojo and they have to rely on Sukuna at the moment to not die to him. You can also see it in their fighting style. They rarely get close, instead prefer long-range attacks and tools. Their real speciality lies in using other people to let them do the work for them or enhance their plans in some other way. Even Sukuna and Gojo fall victim to that. Another specialty of theirs is the manipulation of cursed energy and the soul, only that in contrast to Sukuna they use it to create tools, recruit people and create barriers comparable to Tengen's (I think technically they could create the same thing Tengen does, they just lack the energy reserves).

However, both Tengen and Kenjaku get overlooked by history and their influence is pushed aside. Even when entire organizations criticize Tengen for very valid reasons, nobody takes it up with her or actually challenges her in a meaningful way because she is both illusive (the higher-ups are much more present) and also an integral part for the sustainability of everyday life. Take her away and society will crumble and most people don't want such radical change. Kenjaku wasn't known at all until recently except by selected "curse users", despite their clashes with the Gojo clan in the past (I blame Tengen for their late identity reveal). Their actions have great influence and at times even make it into the history books, but they aren't tied back to them personally, just their vessels.

TL;DR: Next to Gojo and Sukuna's very palpable, aggressive power, there is also a more subtle power represented by Tengen and Kenjaku that relies a lot more on manipulation and minimal, longterm actions than physical strength. All this can be seen in the way that both Tengen and Kenjaku often get overlooked, but have both influenced Sukuna and Gojo to a great degree and are even responsible for the rise and fall of jujutsu society.

Kenjaku and Tengen are both barrier users, a very defence-oriented skill, but furthermore heavily tied to mind & imagination and the manipulation of energy. The reason they are so successful is also tied to their experience. Gojo's and Sukuna's power allows them to skip the long game in most cases, while Tengen and Kenjaku rely on it to amass strength. I highly doubt Tengen was just born with the cursed energy reserves she uses for her barriers, she likely collected it over hundreds of years. Kenjaku's plans would also be barely effective if they only had one human life span to enact them. And the interactions with so many other sorcerers allow them to learn a lot more than the other two could ever hope to. Sukuna is kind of immortal now too, but if you take out the time he was just hanging around as a cursed object, he's actually pretty young compared to the Manipulation Duo.

Side Note: I think Maki and Toji could technically qualify too, they have the ability to facilitate change, but both haven't done anything with it so far, not on a larger scale at least. Toji killing Riko had major consequences, but he was ultimately a tool and a stepping stone for Tengen's evolution. I mean, isn't it a crazy coincidence that the people employing Toji have the same goals Kenjaku does? The Time Vessel Association also exists since the Nara period... either way, while Sukuna and Gojo are getting manipulated too, there is still purpose behind their actions. Both the Zenin massacre and Riko's death are more incidental. Their actions don't have the same consistency as Sukuna or Gojo, although Maki is still promising. She can still do something with her new powers. In terms of strength they don't quite measure up to the other two either. Maki might make it with a bit more training, but not based on what we've seen so far. So...I guess, they might be Type 3: unused potential.

[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.

[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

。• Ch.1 。• Ch.2

❀。• 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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[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.

[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.

[indigosabyss]

Hollow Spirit (Nanbaka x JJK) Crossover: First Intersection

(so I know what I want to happen once we get to the goodwill arc, but have been going crazy over how to get to start. And I think I got it)

Megumi forced himself to stay calm as he walked the others away from the corpses of the delinquents.

One was a verifiable murderer. The rest were probably just as bad. They were sealed into a Domain, likely belonging to a Special Grade. Living sorcerers had to prioritize themselves over dead scum.

"Hey." A new voice said suddenly, "We should get out of here. I think they've begun killing inmates."

The three first years turned around to look at a boy leaning against a wall. He had a dead-eyed expression that was hard to focus on, since his face was obscured with a giant brand of the number 15 on it.

His jumpsuit was torn and ragged, and he didn't have any shoes, but all it did was highlight the thick bands of pitch black metal wrapped around his wrists, ankles, and - horrifyingly - neck.

Megumi hadn't seen this one's files, but he knew a collar was inhumane.

The delinquent took their lack of response as shock from his statement, as he nodded, "That happened before in a few places I've been. Never on this scale, though. Everyone else I've seen is dead, so we should get out." His voice trembled as he looked away, "We're not gonna get far, but at least we'll buy time, right?"

"I don't know if you've noticed, but there isn't a way out." Kugisaki said, voice a mixture of sharp and worried.

The delinquent blinked, "Uh, yeah, there is?" and he did a strange thing with his elbow, hitting it against the wall, which made the entire section fall apart into a perfectly rectangular hole, through which the Real World was visible.

"I'm not really meant to be showing people that. They beat me if I do." He admitted candidly, "But we can get out, like this."

A cursed technique?! But no, it didn't feel like that at all. What was with this guy?

Megumi cleared his throat, "You get out. We've got a Cursed Womb to exorcise."

He'd been fighting curses since before he hit double digits. He wasn't going to run to Gojo over a potential Special Grade.

"Oi, why the hell are you following us?" Nobara groused from behind him, "We told you to scram."

"Seems like you're doing something interesting." The guy replied simply, "Been extra bored stuck in solitary all these days."

Stuck in solitary because he was an unrealized sorcerer, or because he was just a shithead?

"You know you don't have a nametag, right?" Itadori checked.

"Am I supposed to?" The guy asked blankly.

"I'm gonna call you Fifteen." Kugisaki decided, gesturing to her cheek, "Because of the, you know."

Megumi hadn't made his mind up about Fifteen until the fully realized Special Grade curse showed up out of nowhere, going to attack his Demon Dog.

Only to be blocked by a sharp blast of cutting wind, coming from a five foot long blade emerging from Fifteen's... arm?!

The inmate was giving off some insane cursed energy, even though just a few minutes ago he had felt like a below average non-sorcerer. His eyes were glowing red - Megumi didn't remember his eye colour before that, but it definitely wasn't red.

"I said. Get away from them!" He bellowed.

That cursed energy. Megumi really wasn't mistaking it. Cursed energy and reverse cursed energy, colliding together in a manner only one other person had done before.

Until now, as this random-ass inmate tore a Special Grade bearer of Sukuna's ffingers to shreds.

He was going to have to ask Gojo for a another personal favor.

[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.

[cursedvibes]

I like the tragedy of Gojo “always being seen and used as a weapon by jujutsu society” Satoru not even finding peace in death and still being used as a weapon as if he’s some flesh mecha but that is literally the only good crumb I could muster from this chapter (and some kinda solid Gojo characterization in his talk with his students).

The constant sidelining of Yuuji is not making me excited, it’s making me annoyed. Yuuta and Sukuna didn’t need a revenge battle- the only thing connecting them is the motif of love and Yuuta already got his shit rocked in like 3 chapters 😭. Leave Gojo’s poor corpse alone.

Yeah, him seeing himself as a weapon fits with his The Strongest mindset. So I'm not that surprised he's fine with it, but you'd expect the others to have a little more sense. Kusakabe seems to have been the only one who had a strong moral opposition to this and I imagine Yuuji would have too, but he wasn't asked. The thing with Yuuta giving up his humanity to become stronger was set up, but him refusing to do that was the only thing that set him apart and spoke for him as a character. Now he just buys into the Strongest ideology like everyone else. Well, guess he can die like them too then. He's the only Special Grade alive anyway (being new gen I thought Gege might want to keep him alive, but with that mindset I doubt it). But then he's like mememe nobody can help except for me, so I have no choice but to take over Gojo's body.

Yuuji and Todo were handling Sukuna just fine. We got a confirmation last chapter that everyone except Choso made it out of the Furnace blast. Maki could've helped with Soul Blade for immediate back-up. If things are so dire that Yuuta has to resort to this, then that should've been shown. Although him being selfless in a selfish way is consistent I guess. But the timing of it was still wrong. I thought whatever that apparition ended up being could be a distraction, so Yuuji could contact Megumi, rip out Sukuna's heart, further tear at his soul, literally anything useful. But nope, he gets shoved aside, so we can get Sukuna vs Gojo 2.0. Thank God, that's exactly what I was missing right now...another character who has no connection with Sukuna throwing himself at him to die. Just drag this out even further why don't we? Maybe Yuuji and Todo will help this time, so it's not as much of an idle standby as last time, but it's still...why?

Also, we just established that gaining new techniques takes skill. You'd especially expect that to apply to six eyes and Limitless. Yuuta would see the world completely different. Even Gojo had a learning curve and took at least 20 years to get to the level he's on now. But Yuuta has been in that body for a minute and can already use Unlimited Void. What a fucking genius. Nobody does it like him. Why not leave the rest to him as well? Strength is all that matters right?

Also, while the humanity stuff and Yuuta being Gojo's successor was foreshadowed, he still has zero(0) connection to either Kenjaku or Sukuna. Sukuna even less than Kenjaku. With Kenjaku you kind of have the justification that he wanted to put Geto's body to rest (for Gojo), but that's it and that doesn't justify him having that level of involvement. With Sukuna it's literally just: he's a bad guy and needs to be defeated. And I guess Yuuta buys now into his mindset as well. But that is consistent you could say because he never had much of a thematic connection with Geto either aside from "please don't kill my friends because I put all my self-worth on them".

Sorry for the rant 😅 just had to get it all out of my system

[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?'