#gojo whump

[urmom-jokes-ceo]

i think we should all agree, for the sake of having more gojo whump fics, to blantantly ignore his rct and write him more often bleeding out in geto's arms. Or maybe thats just me

[lanxyuu]

Doesn't Feel Wrong

Rating: G | 1/1 chapters, 1.2k words | Gojo & Yuji, Gojo & Megumi | gojo whump, hurt/comfort, fluff, happy ending

It’s only once the battle ends that Satoru realizes something is wrong. He should go up to them, but the world is dangerously tilting, and he knows he’s going to lurch to the ground if he tries to move.

Or: Satoru defeats Sukuna, but he doesn't come out unscathed.

this was inspired by Gege dropping, without warning, a drawing of Gojo's bleeding brain when he was fighting Sukuna (here)😭 Gege thanks for the inspiration but also POOR GOJO WHYY :'(

[lady-wallace]

Whumptober Day 4- "Powered Down" (Jujutsu Kaisen)

First JJK fic for whumptober! I was told to whump Gojo this year, so I hope I have managed that here. This story is set before the Hidden Inventory arc.

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Prompts Used: Cattle Prod, Shock, alt prompt 15. Reluctant Whumper Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen Character(s): Gojo & Getou

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(Preview)

Gojo woke woozily, having no recollection of how he had gotten to—wherever he was now.

A groan beside him had him forcing his eyes open to see Getou lying next to him, bringing a hand up to rub at his head.

"Hey," Gojo grunted, rolling over and pushing himself onto an elbow. "What the hell?"

He looked around, seeing they were both apparently in some sort of cell. It was dark and there was a door with bars on it on one side of the small space.

"Where are we?" Getou murmured, also pushing himself upright.

Gojo instinctively went to reach out with Six Eyes to look for Cursed energy, but a vague numbness washed through him, an almost uncomfortable buzzing feeling, and he blinked, far more awake now.

"What the hell?" he gasped again, clutching at his hair before turning to Getou.

That was when he saw the collar around his friend's throat, and reached up to feel an identical one around his own.

"What is this?" he demanded.

Getou's hand also went to the collar, tugging. "I don't know. But this doesn't look good."

"You can say that again!"

"All I remember is checking out the area all those sorcerers were disappearing in." Getou said thoughtfully. "What about you?"

Memories started to flood back in as Gojo remembered receiving the mission from Yaga, being dropped off in the part of Tokyo where disappearances were occuring. It was just supposed to be an investigative mission but…

"Yeah, same. And it looks like we're going to be adding to the list." He started to tug at the collar, gritting his teeth as he couldn't find any latch on it. "Dammit, can this thing come off?"

Before he and Getou could investigate their situation further, footsteps sounded outside, and the door was unlocked and swung open on rusty hinges revealing several men with masks over the bottom halves of their faces, carrying batons in their hands.

"Get up," one commanded.

Gojo sneered. "Like hell! We're not doing anything until we get some kind of explana—agh!"

One of the men stepped forward and shoved the baton against Gojo's shoulder. An electric shock zapped through him, identifying the weapon as a cattle prod rather than just a baton.

"Satoru!" Getou cried as Gojo fell back in shock and pain. He turned to glower at the guards, fists clenching as they brandished the cattle prods threateningly. "What do you want?" he demanded.

"You'll find out soon," one of the men said tersely and came inside, dragging the two students to their feet and pushing them out the door. (Continue reading on Ao3! Link above)

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[perpetuallyuneloquent]

brainrot is so real you guys

[totallynotashieldagent]

found this on instagram

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i cried so now you will too

[blackcatnip]

I am a sucker for prison realm fics. There is so much angst/ whump material. You can pick your poison, like, no sense of time? Done, now satoru has spent 'centuries' there.

Do the skeletons have conscience? Can satoru escape them? Or does he have to maintain constant contact with them?(Kaz brekker inspiration) Do they talk? What do they say?

The atmosphere! Is it okay? Or you have a putrid air, smell or sense? How does it affect one body?

Hallucinations! This unpack a whole new section, what does he see, he is aware of their falseness? Can he escape them? Do the six eyes help him or just make everything worse?

Does he even have his abilities? How are they blocked, how does this affect his sense of self as the strongest?

Is Kenjaku able to access him? If so, what does he want What does he do?

And the best of the best, how is Satoru when he finally gets out? How do his friends and loved ones react to his state? And how can he move on from that? (Or can he even move on at all?)

You can even put a time travel plot in there and boom, we have satosugu again. Does he remember his past life to ‘fix the future’? Or is his mind far too damaged for that? Does he even remember Suguru?

[vesterport]

The Ghost He Carries

tags: noncon, brainwashing, obsession, prison realm

pairing: kenjaku/gojo

word count: 4k

“Suguru loved you. He longed for you. Do you want to know the strangest thing? It was so powerful, Satoru; I’m starting to feel it, too.”

Locked in the prison realm, haunted by a man who only wants to hurt him, Satoru slowly loses his sanity.

[whump-bunny]

"Please don't leave!"

Some fanart for the amazing fic I just read. It's called Deadly Serenade by Serenadewave, and it absolutely destroyed me. My brain chemistry is altered. This particular scene takes place in Chapter 17.

Def check it out if you like slow burn, dark fic, yandere, kidnapping, captivity, and Stockholm Syndrome. It's a jjk fic, but it's so much of an AU you could read it stand alone without seeing jjk. I highly recommend it!

[bandtrees]

girl that make me happy, girl that make me cry a girl that passed away back in 1985 a girl i plan to marry, a girl i plan to wed a girl that i can choke because my baby is already dead 🧠💙🪦

more palette stuff ft gojoken, and cemetery girl by icp

i feel like i havent really been on my a-game creatively lately but stuff like this is fun to do

[friedrice-and-soysaucexd]

"You're still alive in my head"

Summary: Two souls torn apart by fate—an encounter that blurs the line between reality and memory

Word count: 1.3k

Gojou’s lips pursed, ariose sounds whistling from them. His lanky limbs stumbled throughout his barren house. Random knick knacks and ill-suited furniture were displayed throughout. He hadn’t paid much attention to decorating like he did in his younger days.

Spring was nearing, evident by the vivid green leaves and vibrant flowers growing throughout the countryside of Tokyo. Gojou Satoru’s favorite months, due to the lack of special grade curses resulting in less missions for the man.

Though today wasn’t one of those easy days, instead he was set up with a tedious task. His hands dug into a worn box full of old belongings. Fingers picking through junk, half his arm shoved through the middle. A sealed artifact was lurking inside the contents of one of these boxes. Boxes from his teenage days, apparently Gojou’s 15 year old self made a mistake during a mission he was on. God knows why it was oh-so important now.

His six eyes sensed remnants of cursed energy in the box his hands were currently stuffed in, though it was proving to take an effort to find. Though, oddly enough, a strange energy emanated off a certain item. Nothing like cursed energy, something softer and more gentle. As curious as ever, his hands wrapped around the object. From the mere touches, it seemed to have been paper. His arm pulled out of the tawny cardboard box. There he had got to take a look at what lay in front of him.

An envelope. Worn at the edges and yellowed, only by the slightest. In the corner of the envelope, lettering was etched in ink, curved and fancy. Something seemed so familiar, so recognizable, like the taste of one of your favorite foods. His large hands brushed over the softness of the paper, something just felt off. Something seemed not right about this. He squinted, turning his head to the side.

“From Suguru”

His heart sank. A cold, ominous feeling rushed down his spine.

No.

It couldn’t be.

His eyes ran over the words again and again. As if another hard glance would change the handwriting. Though, there the letters stayed, curly and lavish as his friend’s writing always was. A tightness stretched over his chest. Pressure on his lungs as he struggled taking in breaths.

A million questions ran through his mind at once, all torturing his brain for answers. Though there was one nagging him the most: what laid inside the letter? His fingers picked at the opening of the envelope, scraping the edge with his nails. Suspense filled the man, though his better judgment knew there was no situation where this ended well. Grief was a feeling he felt for the longest time, where was the need to feel it all over again? Though what could Suguru have had to say that a letter was needed?

His curiosity was too much to not give in. His stomach ached with intense nervousness as he tore the top of the envelope open. There he slid the letter out. The folded paper laid so pretty, seemingly untouched for how long? Hesitating slightly, his hands trembled as he began to unfold the letter.

“Dear Satoru, I know our paths will meet again, and I know you understand that, as well as the likely outcome of our next meeting.”

His eyes couldn’t bear to read anymore. Unknowingly, his jaw clenched tightly, teeth pressured on top of each other. Gojou gently folded the letter over, no intent on reading the rest. His heart beated roughly against his ribs, pounding over and over. The only sounds being his ragged breaths and those thumps of his chest.

Of course Suguru knew. What a thought that never occurred to him. The “prophecy” was always there, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to know what Gojou had to do. What Gojou then did. God, what was he doing here? What was this letter meant for? To torture Gojou so soon after those tormenting events. Those events that haunted him day after day?

His breaths grew more intense, he tried to slow them down but it was as if this letter had cursed him in some way. There was some part of him, far deep down, that pleaded for him to read the rest of the letter. His mind had done its best to push that voice down, to put an end to its begging. Though instead, it stayed, unyielding in its curiosity.

So there the letter was, held gently in his sweating palms. Pressure grew over his heart as he began to read the rest.

“Though before this, I need you to understand. There's no one else who has held this much meaning to me, in my life. You have always been my light, Satoru. My symbol of comfort and safety.”

His heart twisted and his stomach turned with each word. His breaths got caught oh so often in his throat. His burning eyes skimmed over the letters again, only adding to the physical pain growing everywhere.

“You have always been my light, Satoru.”

The corners of his vision began to blur, tears building in his tear ducts.

“God, Suguru” his voice whispered, consonants soft and gentle. The paper began to crinkle as the pressure his hands held it in grew. The only things that seemed to exist in the world was that letter and him at that point.

“Let it be known that I never grew animosity towards you though our different ideals. Why, I could never feel anything besides love for you.”

He shakily took a breath in. Reexamining the word “love” written in those damn ornate letters, curled and swirly. The world seemed to spin. “Love”, the word stuck in his mind, driving him insane. How could that be a word to describe their history? After all the death and pain that went on, after all the death and pain they caused each other. It stuck to him though, agony tormenting his heart every time he envisioned the word.

“Damn you,” his voice choked out, tears threatening to stream down his face. “Suguru-” He stopped in his tracks, as his eyes drew up, there he saw something.

“You were saying?” a faint voice whispered lightly in his ear. Long black hair framed the presence’s face, those familiar features morphed into a soft smile. That soft smile that Gojou grew fond of during his teenage years.

“You’re-” he stuttered, staring at the impossible sight in front of him, “You’re not real.” His six eyes sensed no cursed energy, he knew it was only a trick of his mind. Though he still longed for it not to be.

“Does it really matter all that much to you, Satoru?”

The familiar voice warmed his heart, the syllables of his name being spoken out by his favorite voice started his tears to fall down. He choked out a sob, understanding this was all but a ruse. Though the hallucination of his mind felt so perfect, he wished this fake presence of his friend stayed a little longer than he knew it would.

“Don’t cry,” Suguru’s voice rang through his mind, so gentle and perfect at the same time. His hand held out to Satoru’s cheek as the presence knelt down. Satoru leaned into the prickly sensation of the fake touch, weeping harder than before. An uncountable amount of tears fell from the bottom of his cheeks and chin, his cries vibrating throughout the house.

He was the strongest, yet he felt like the most fragile thing under the touch of Suguru. No. The touch of what he was pretending was Suguru. His hands reached out for the warmth of physicality, though, of course, all he felt was the coldness of the air in front of him. He sucked in a breath.

“Suguru, you’re dead! I-I killed you, with my own hands, you’re not real.” Gojou yelled out, his voice echoing through the halls of his empty house. For a moment, he waited, maybe expecting an answer, or a reason for how Suguru could truly be back. Though all he got back was the quietness of his unoccupied house and the air conditioner running too loudly. He choked out one last weep.

“Come back,” he muttered to the emptiness of the room. “Please... just come back.” But there was no answer. There never would be.

“Suguru?”

[yumishisu]

i have a this sort of crack fic idea where gojo eats a curse cuz hes like, "im the strongest, watch me digest this shit" but then he's hit with the most nauseating depression and horrible anxiety thats manifested in the curse and the whole time geto is trying to help him gojo just cant believe that he goes through this every day because its so overwhelmingly bad

[lady-wallace]

Whumptober Day 26 - "Inside Out" (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Today's @whumptober fic is a collab between me and @waffles-in-winter ! We have so much fun whumping Gojo together, and I hope you all enjoy reading this.

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Gojo, Getou and Shoko’s current mission finds them in an old hospital, trapped within the domain of the Curse they’re hunting. Gojo is wearing down, however, with his constant use of Six Eyes, and when he’s badly injured in the fight, things come to an explosive conclusion.

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Prompts Used: Working to Exhaustion, 'You look awful' Fandom: Jujutsi Kaisen Character: Gojo

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“Satoru.”

Interrupted from their conversation, the two turned to him in slight annoyance.

He leveled his look, trying to fill it with meaning and threat and warning as he stated, “I think you should rest.”

With a rough sigh, Gojo whined, “This again? You don’t think I can pull a couple of all-nighters?”

“This isn’t some sleepover, Satoru. We need you when the time comes and if that means you sleep until one of us wakes you up—”

Gojo whacked his friend’s hand from landing on his shoulder, “And let one of you get all the glory taking the damn thing down?” Then he yelled around them, “Wherever the shithead is!”

Getou flinched, an instinctive thing he hated immediately after.

Gojo noticed. “Oh, you think it can hear us? Well then why has it waited so long to show its ugly mug, huh!?” Gojo spun around, calling up and down the hall. “Maybe the thing is a girl and hideous!”

Shoko muffled through her lollipop, “Rude.”

“Satoru, calm down.”

Gojo shrugged off his friend’s grip, cupping to yell down the hall, “Maybe she was hideous in life, and died in this hospital with no friends because of it! Probably deserved it!”

“Dude,” was all Shoko gave.

With worry stirred in his limbs, Getou faced ahead, then backward. Ready. And all he saw was the same dusty trash and flickering lights like before but...

“See?” Gojo grinned, stepping back towards them, “The thing’s probably afraid of me. And for good reason!”

Those round sunglasses stopped right in front of Getou to glare at him. This close, Getou could make out how deep the dark circles were.

But the bright blue eyes could still pierce him as Gojo growled, “Go home, Suguru. Take Shoko and leave. Why anyone thought you were needed here is beyond me. And actually, it’s... Oh what’s the word again?” He straightened up to rub his chin.

“You’re being an ass, Satoru. Knock it off.” Shoko called.

“Asinine.” He snapped his fingers. “That’s it. At least Shoko was helpful.” He tilted his head down, glasses low enough so he could meet Getou’s vexed look with bared eyes, pouting, “Helpful. Unlike you and your weak-ass ability.”

Getou fought everything in himself to keep from punching the other, but only because goosebumps prickled down his neck.

If before was a whisper by his ear, this was an inhale.

“What’s the matter?” Gojo demanded, inserting himself in front of Getou again, shoving him in the chest. “You wanna tell me I’m wrong? Your ability is literally just stealing other abilities from Curses—without them, you’d be nothing! Who’s the strongest one here, huh?”

“Take a rest,” Getou gritted out, feeling the convergence of something and wishing Gojo would shut up for a second so he could concentrate on where it was coming from.

“I don’t need a rest!” Gojo shouted, with a wild laugh, throwing his arms wide. “I feel great! And I’m gonna take down this asshole Curse myself and prove you two weren’t even needed here! I’m gonna—”

It happened so fast that Getou didn’t have time to react. A giant arm of tortured flesh and stitches shot out of the wall. The hand clamped around Gojo, crushing his arms to his sides, squeezing. Getou watched, open-mouthed, as Gojo’s face turned from manic fury to actual terror, a second before the thing crushed him in its fist. The action pulled a surprised, agonized scream from Gojo’s throat before it flung him to one side.

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[purplerosie2087]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji Characters: Itadori Yuuji, Fushiguro Megumi, Gojo Satoru Additional Tags: Parental Gojo Satoru, Soft Gojo Satoru, Itadori Yuuji Needs a Hug, Itadori Yuuji Loves Fushiguro Megumi, Fushiguro Megumi is Bad at Feelings, Fushiguro Megumi Loves Itadori Yuuji, Whumptober 2024, I'm Bad At Tagging, How Do I Tag, Author Is Sleep Deprived Series: Part 29 of Whumptober 2024, Part 4 of Father Figure Gojo! 💖 Summary:

“Oh, for the love of—Yuji, what did I tell you about pacing yourself?” Gojo scolded, crouching down next to them.

Yuji tried to muster some kind of excuse but couldn’t find the energy to speak.

“He didn’t listen,” Megumi interjected, his tone exasperated. “He just kept going even though he could barely stand.”

[goatyuuji]

Now no one can fucking correct me when I say Gojo Satoru is a pretty crier...

[totallynotashieldagent]

I Promised An Always

Pairing: Satoru Gojo/Reader

Summary: Post-Shibuya, the scars that cover Gojo makes him insecure. He pretends to be fine for everyone but only his wife sees how hollow he's become.

Author's Note: I saw a post by @dekusdante and how there's very less "soft" fics or non smutty fics for Gojo and i was like??? i'mma be the change i want to see???

Months. It’d been months since Shibuya. Since Satoru had been home, since he’d almost lost so much, since he did lose enough, since he almost lost himself. 

They’d won but not come out unscathed. Everyone bore the marks of the battle. Him most of all. And now, he couldn’t stand it. Them, himself, the mirrors, any of it. 

Outside everyone saw him as he’d always been. Bright smile, careless attitude and confident. Inside, however, he was hollow. Broken man with a broken body, and no matter how desperately you wanted to make him feel loved, he always pulled away. 

Even now, in the silent darkness of the room. He lied curled up on his side of the bed. When you’d reached out, as you did every night since he’d been back, he would always pull away. 

“Not tonight.” He whispered with rehearsed ease. 

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[icequeenlila]

Shugar Shock (SatoSugu)

“I think you had enough for now.”

Satoru’s eyes fluttered open at him, blinking through heavy, heavy lids. It took him several moments until his eyes focused in on Suguru.

“Huh?”

Suguru smiled at him with warmth, because all he felt at Satoru’s dazed out gaze, was warmth. He put the softest of kisses onto the tip of his nose, causing Satoru to blink at him in irritation. The boy went cross eyed following his movements and Suguru couldn’t help the chuckle tumbling form his throat.

“I’ll take you to bed now”, he said, his inner trickster getting the better of him.

Satoru’s eyes cleared as a jolt ran through his whole body, beautiful pink exploding on his cheeks, setting his skin on fire. He was staring at Suguru with rising panic (excitement) in his eyes.

“Huh?”

Suguru huffed out a laugh, putting another soft (innocent) kiss to Satoru’s cheek. The boy was so utterly out of it that he’d lost his words. Satoru Gojo, at a loss of words. Let’s say Suguru’s ego got a minor push out of that.

“In the literal kind of way, baby”, Suguru explained, letting his fingers slide out of Satoru’s hair until they were cupping his rosy cheek. “You’re sick”, he smiled at him, running his thumb over soft, soft skin. “So, I’m going to tug you into bed.”

He’d totally used those words on purpose, knowing they would be taken for something else. But Satoru didn’t need to know that. Suguru was too satisfied by the way the boy’s eyes widened at him, blush traveling down to his neck, fingers fumbling nervously where they were holding onto Suguru’s shoulders.

“Ah”, Satoru whispered. “Yeah. Right.”

And all of a sudden, he couldn’t look Suguru in the eye anymore, gaze wandering everywhere but his face, lips worried between his teeth. Suguru only half wished he wouldn’t take this much joy out of the boy’s current insecurity.

“Aw”, he grinned, leaning in once more to ghost faint kisses along Satoru’s jaw line, feeling the sweet way his body shivered against his own at the slight touch. “Did someone get his hopes up?”

“Shut up”, came a strangled response, but Satoru never moved to push Suguru away. If anything, he craned his neck to give him better access.

“You’re cute”, Suguru mouthed against Satoru’s jaw line. Putting one more kiss there, he leaned up again to take a proper look at the boy in his lap. “You’re so cute it makes you look stupid.”

“Shut up!”

A light slap to his chest and it only made Suguru laugh.

“I’ll be quiet if you want me to”, he smiled, using the hold he had on Satoru’s cheek to force him to look at him. Satoru complied, looking at him with childish defiance in his blue, blue eyes.

“But just to ease your mind”, Suguru said, softly running his thumb over the boy’s cheek, satisfied that this was all it took to make Satoru’s eyes glaze over. “We’ll have plenty of time for all kinds of bed activities once you feel better.”

This time the slap to his chest actually stung a little, causing him to choke out another laugh.

“Shut up!”, Satoru yelled at him, cheeks now red as cherries, eyes widened in shock. “Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! What the hell, Suguru!”

But Suguru couldn’t help it. His chest shook with laughter at the shocked bafflement on his best friend’s face, and the constant slaps Satoru was firing at him weren’t helping either, only adding to his amusement.

“You’re evil.” Satoru was looking at him like he’d just discovered a completely new side of him. Which he did, to be fair. “Stop saying shit like that or I’ll use Infinity on you.”

“No, you won’t.” Suguru’s voice was bumpy from suppressed laughter. “We both know that you won’t.”

And he was so in the right. Satoru hadn’t tried to push him away even once, despite it being the easiest thing for him, Infinity and all. (Not that Satoru would have to use his powers to get Suguru away from him. One word and he would stop.)

But Suguru was right, and judging by the way Satoru’s brows knitted into a bashful frown, lips pressed tight in frustration, he knew so too.

“Shut up”, was all he had for a retort.

“Okay, baby”, Suguru chuckled, caressing his cheek as a peace offering. He even had the decency to not tease Satoru about the way he shivered at the pet-name. “Everything you say.”

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