#gojo x shoko

[nanaslutt]

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

gojo and shoko who get a little too drunk together accidentally and find themself inside a bar bathroom dry humping each other

gojo is grabbing her ass, making her grind against the thigh he shoved between her legs. he hasn’t been drunk since he was in high school, and he forgot how much it amplifies the feeling of touch. he’s not drunk enough where he doesn’t know what’s happening, but he has a buzz in his head… and other places, lowering his inhibitions

“shoko…” he breathlessly moans between thrusts when she grips the outline of his cock through his pants. he has to bite his lip to suppress a whine when she finds the head and squeezes it through his pants.

“so hard from just a little kissing, gojo?” she teases, biting his bottom lip and making him groan.

“you’re being so sexy, it’s not fair.” he practically whines the words, pouting when she starts stroking the length of his cock. the pressure of her small hand feels so fucking good, even through the fabric, he’s unable to stop himself from thrusting into her hand.

“mmm, i like you like this.” her legs shake when she rubs her clothed pussy perfectly against his rough pants. her dress rode up over her ass, and the only thing between them is her thin panties and his pants.

“like what?” gojo asks, grunting when she squeezes his cock before turning around and pressing her ass against his cock. gojo keeps his thigh between hers, wrapping her arm against the soft of her stomach before his greedy hands slide up to find her tits.

“i like these… so big.” gojo rests his forehead against her shoulder and begins dry fucking her ass. shoko moans, pushing herself back against him thrust for thrust.

“like that, you’re not irritating me when you’re drunk. you should do it more often.” she moans. gojo grunts in return, wrapping a hand around her throat as he kisses the side of it, using his hand to keep her in place. his other hand slides inside her shirt to slip under her bra and find her bare tit.

she stifles a whine between her teeth when he pinches and rolls shokos nipple. “they’re so soft. god i knew they would be soft. i think about these a lot.” he whisperers into her neck. the heat of his breath tickles her skin, makes her legs shake with the sensitivity.

he’s so hard against her plush ass, rutting desperately with panted moans and low grunts. his cock is sliding between her ass perfectly, warming him even from inside his pants. pre-cum leaks from the tip of his cock, wetting the inside of his boxers.

“jesus satoru, you’re so big.” shoko moans, her toes curling in her shoes when he shoves his knee further between her legs to stimulate her clit, she humps against him greedily, squeezing her thighs around his.

gojo giggles, “are you talking about my dick? i thought you said it was smallll” shokos head tips back against his shoulder, baring her throat to him more as he peppers kisses and bites along her pale skin.

“kinda hard to think that when i feel you like a snake between my ass.” she jokes between moans, feeling that familiar warmth coil in her stomach.

“you know what else is kinda hard?” gojo whispers in his best seductive voice.

shoko shakes her head and reaches behind her to grab his ass, digging her nails into him. he grunts, hips stuttering while he dry humps her with such vigor the mirror on the wall is starting to shake. she’s practically being fucked against the sink at this point.

“stop” pant “fucking talking, and- make me cum, gojo.”

his hand tightens around her next and shokos mouth opens wider when the lack of oxygen makes her orgasm rush in faster. “shoko… shoko, fuck shoko.” gojo breaths into her neck between kisses. she gasps when he starts bouncing his thigh, adding more pressure to her clit. “cum for me shoko, pretend i’m inside you and cum all over my big cock.”

his words were so corny, but shoko was unable to fight her orgasm as it wracked through her body. gojo wraps both arms around her stomach, burring his head deeper into her neck when his balls release his seed into his boxers. he’s fucking her hard through stuttered thrusts, pretending he’s pushing his cock deep inside her pussy and filling her with his cum.

“fuck.” she gasps. gripping his arms with shaky hands as they fall against the sink together in a pile of messy, sticky, sweaty limbs.

“fuck is right, my boxers are soaked.” gojo breaths heavily.

“god… i mean it by the way. you really should get drunk more often.” she breaths, slowly regaining the feeling in her legs. if he was able to make her cum this hard from a little dry humping, she wondered what he could do with his cock inside her.

“you know we can have sex when im sober.” gojo retorted, looking at her though the mirror while continuing to massage her tits. his other hand joined the party and started treating them like stress toys.

she shook her head. “no, i need you to be at least tipsy before you fuck me. you’re cute like this.”

gojo pouts. “you just want to take advantage of me.”

shoko scoffs and grips his wrist. “you’re the one with your hands on my tits fucking my ass. besides, you had one shot, you big lightweight.”

gojo squinted his eyes at her like he was going to respond, before his forehead dropped onto her shoulder, his fluffy hair tickling her neck as he continued to massage her boobs. “couldn’t think of a clap back. alcohol makes me dumb.”

[reignpage]

A Man's Place

In which you, Shoko and Utahime have some fun, leaving Satoru with nothing to do but watch

“Hey, no fair, come on!”

Poor Satoru, all tied up and at the mercy of three women who’d love nothing more than to bring the so-called ‘Honoured One’ down a peg or two. And can any of you be blamed?

He talks so much shit, the idea to make him eat his words naturally arose. Now, his wrists are bound behind his back by the rope Shoko had lying around — why? No one dare ask. 

“At least get Utahime out of my face, her climaxing face is ugly.”  To punctuate his ridiculous point, the sorcerer makes a face of disgust, to which the girl in question rolls her eyes at. 

Bare and beautiful, your hands can’t stop exploring her body. She’s soft everywhere and you naturally find purchase on her hips as you hold her steady against your relentless pounding. The artificial cock is shiny with her juices, it sploshes and squelches inside her sloppy pussy, the head pushing its way through her gooey walls. 

Behind the white-haired freak, Shoko is leaning against the headboard, holding his body up with her bare torso and you can see the man purposefully shuffle to feel her hard nipples scratch his back. She pulls out her lollipop, running it along the quivering bottom lip of Utahime and then on Satoru’s, but snatching it just as fast before he can engulf it in his drooling mouth. 

Voice saccharine sweet and totally mocking, she says, “You say that, Satoru, but let’s not pretend you’re not arching your neck to catch her pretty lips in a kiss.”

To that, he scoffs. 

“I just don’t understand why any of you would prefer that fake thing when you can have the real thing. Mine is so much better. And bigger!”

Through a particularly rough thrust from you and a choked moan, Utahime manages a sardonic laugh and trails a finger from his heavy balls, tracing a vein, and up to his red-hot tip which persistently leaks pearly white cum that, you won’t lie, makes your mouth water. 

One hand ventures around her body, holding the weight of a bouncy breast, and tweaks her nipple. She squeals, head thumping against Satoru’s chest to get away from your expert hips and mischievous fingers. You meet his eyes which are unclothed by his blindfold. He grins. 

“Hey, baby. Come here often?”

You roll your eyes. “We prefer the strap because this one doesn’t talk so much.”

He pouts. 

“If I promise to be -ha- quiet, will you -quit it Sho! - at least let me eat one of you out? Maybe not Hime’s, she probably tastes -ngh- terrible.” The woman behind him is grinding her soaked pussy on his back and the feel of the wetness squelching on his hot skin is driving him crazy and distracting him from negotiating his way out of his predicament. “Okay, f-fine, I’ll eat her out too. Ah, God, you all sound so pretty. Hime, pull your head up, princess. Give Toru a big wet kiss, yeah?”

“Oh, look, Sho, he’s finally being honest.”

Your hips speed up a little, forcing pornographic moans out of the poor woman who can only cling onto Satoru’s thick thighs, digging her nails into his hard muscles. In agreement, Shoko stretches her slender arm out and you take the lollipop from her, making a show of wrapping your lips around the dwindling candy as you maintain eye contact with the short-haired woman, ignoring the piercing stare of a certain blue-eyed man. 

“Hurry up and cum, Hime. It’s y/n’s turn soon. You can sit on her face as I fuck her with the strap, ‘kay?”

Utahime moans as a response. 

“Hey! Don’t make plans for the next round without me. Argh! Why can’t I fuck someone?”

You all pause your grinding, thrusting, and moaning. In unison, you answer, “Because you’re a man.” 

And then you return to the grinding, thrusting, and moaning.

Satoru pouts and makes a hmph! sound but doesn’t argue. 

“Oh, fuck!”

Judging by the sudden low whimpers coming from Shoko’s mouth, Satoru’s hands have found the right angle to be at to feel for her clit. He’s no doubt rubbing at it frantically in revenge, enjoying the wetness coating his lonely fingers. You roll your eyes. “Sho.”

Eyes flicking open in rapid speed, she smacks the man on the head and wriggles herself out from behind him. He falls on the bed with a grumpy, ‘Meanie.’

Scooting up higher, you fuck Utahime over his long and powerful body. Her face is directly over his and his eyes can’t look anywhere but at her expressions of ecstasy. Quiet now, everyone knows he can’t bring himself to spew more lies so he lies there in silence, absorbing every sound that is pummelled out of her.

Free, Shoko pulls your hair and tugs your face to hers. The lollipop is discarded on the bed, which creaks dangerously, but her mouth tastes much sweeter. She’s addictive, a drug none of you could ever have enough of. She flicks your nipples with her free hand, thrusting her long, wet tongue into you, wrestling yours into submission. 

A ridge in the strap has been rubbing your clit perfectly the entire time and a wave of pleasure washes over you, hips stuttering into Utahime’s pulsing pussy. Your moans are swallowed and buried beneath the much louder sounds of skin slapping. 

Hime cums too. The room is filled with melodious moans, reverberating against the walls and reaching Satoru’s ears.

“You guys cumming? Can I get some of that? I swear, Toru Junior is so hard one jerk is enough. Come on, please? Sho? Sit on my face. I’m doing this for you. Being left out is no fun. Ah, Hime, is it good? Better than me? S’not, is it, baby? No, ‘course not. That’s why you should untie me and let me fuck you right.”

Everyone ignores him. And for the nth time this night, he misses out on yet another round of orgasms. 

When Hime pushes herself away, the dildo pops out with a wet squelch. She blushes when you wink at her. Trying to catch her breath, she lies next to Satoru who doesn’t complain about the fact that he’s resting all of his weight on his arms in an uncomfortable position. In fact, when your eyes meet his, still kissing Shoko as she unbuckles the strap from your hips with practised hands, he smiles. 

“Good job, babe. You deserve a reward. And it’s waiting for you.” He makes his cock jolt to make yet another stupid and useless point.

You and the girls look at each other for a second and then nod. 

He hasn’t learned his lesson yet. 

“Oh no. Okay, okay, okay. I’ll keep quiet now. No, wait, oh come on. I was just kidding.” Seeing that no one’s listening to him, he sighs and resigns himself to his fate. “Fine, have your fun for one more round. But right after, I’m getting out of this and you’re all in for it.”

A smile is shared between you and your partners-in-crime. 

He’s fallen for it.

[anaiahd-only-1]

FRAGMENTS OF TOMORROW

[GOJO X SHOKO ONE SHOT. ANGST. SMUT? MY FIRST EXPERIMENTAL ONE SHOT]

The room was reeked of cigarette smoke and antiseptic. It was already late, and the med bay was dead quiet — no distant voices, no rustling papers, nothing but silence.

Shoko sat on the exam table, one leg crossed over the other. In her hand, a cigarette dangled between her fingers — her solace now that tonight's duties were finally over.

Gojo, the only other presence in the room, leaned against the wall just across from her. His white hair was a disheveled mess, his blindfold hung loosely around his neck, revealing his tired, lifeless eyes.

"You shouldn't smoke in here," he muttered.

It wasn’t a warning, just something to say. A reminder of old habits neither of them cared to break.

Shoko exhaled slowly, watching the smoke curl toward the ceiling.

"You always say that."

"And you never listen."

She huffed a quiet laugh. "You don’t actually want me to stop."

Gojo let out a soft huff. "Guess I like the smell."

The air between them was thick— not just with smoke, but with the kind of grief that never faded. It wasn’t the kind that time could soften, nor a weight it could lift.

Or perhaps, it wasn’t just grief at all. But rather someone — someone neither of them dared to name.

There was no point in saying his name, though. No need to bring up what still hung between them like a phantom— too fresh to be forgotten and too painful to be spoken.

For they both knew.

Geto wasn’t here.

He never would be again.

But why it still felt surreal?

It was a cruel truth, merciless in its finality. Yet, somehow, it felt like a loop. And it always came back to this.

No matter how much time passed, no matter how many cigarettes Shoko burned through or how many times Gojo pretended he was fine, Geto’s absence remained — an open wound that festered beneath forced smiles and half-hearted jokes.

Shoko didn’t have to ask how Gojo was holding up.

She didn’t need to.

For she already knew.

"Does it ever stop?" Gojo suddenly asked.

Shoko glanced at him. He looked… worn down. Not in a way he usually did, with exaggerated complaints about paperwork or grumbles how "kids these days" didn’t appreciate his genius.

No, this was different.

This was exhaustion that ran deeper than muscle or bone. It was something hollow, something no amount of confidence could mask.

For a moment, his usual effortless charm was gone, stripped away, leaving only the raw edges of a man worn thin by loss and time.

"No," she said. There was no point in lying. "But you get used to it."

Gojo scoffed. "That’s a shitty answer."

"Yeah, well, welcome to life."

His gaze lingered on the smoke before drifting up to her face. No teasing glint in his eye. No playfulness. Just exhaustion. Just a quiet, desperate plea for something, anything, to dull the ache in his chest.

He stepped closer, standing between her knees. She didn’t move away, didn’t push him back. His hands hovered at her waist, hesitant in a way they never were. For once, he wasn’t careless with his strength.

Shoko put out her cigarette, then reached up to him, her fingers threading into his hair — grounding him in the only way she knew how.

The space between them felt fragile, stretched thin by things left unsaid. Yet, as their eyes met, silence conveyed more than words ever could.

"Are we making a mistake?" she murmured, though her hands stayed where they were.

"Probably," he admitted. "But I don’t care."

Neither of them did, not tonight.

Not when the weight of their grief was so much heavier than their judgment.

When Gojo kissed her, it wasn’t desperate or passionate. It was silent, searching, a question neither of them could answer. His lips were warm but cautious, testing the feel of her for the first time, the faint taste of cigarette smoke still lingering between them.

Shoko responded just as softly, her fingers tightening in his hair, as if holding him in place, keeping him from slipping away like everything else in their lives had.

His hands trailed down her back, memorizing the warmth of her skin. He pulled her closer, their bodies pressing together until the heat between them became undeniable — something real, something they never thought would exist.

There was no urgency between them, no need to fill the silence with words. Only the slow exploration of skin against skin — the way his lips brushed over hers before trailing down to the crook of her neck, tasting… and learning.

The way his long fingers mapped out unfamiliar territory, tracing the rise and fall of her breaths, listening to the quiet shivers beneath his gentle touch.

Clothes slipped from their shoulders and pooled onto the cold floor, forgotten in the haze of grief and comfort they sought in one another.

Gojo lifted her with ease, her legs wrapping around his waist as their lips met in a heated kiss. He pressed her against the wall, his breath hot against her neck as his fingers gripped firmly on her hips, grounding himself in her warmth. The coolness of the tiles against her back contrasted with the heat building between them.

His lips then trailed from her jaw down to her collarbone, reverent yet unsteady, as though afraid she might disappear. In return, Shoko arched into him, her nails grazing over his shoulders, pulling him closer, urging him on.

Heat consumed them, as if the world had vanished, leaving behind every worry, every thought, every remnant of grief and loss.

Gojo entered her slowly, carefully, as though she might break beneath him. But any hesitation had long since faded, leaving only a quiet need — unspoken yet deeply felt.

His forehead rested against hers, their breaths heavy, bodies fitting together like a forgotten memory. Meanwhile, Shoko’s hands roamed over his back, fingers pressing into his skin as if grounding herself in him, in this moment, in the fleeting warmth they shared.

They moved together in a slow, aching rhythm, neither rushing nor hesitating, just lost in the depth of sensation.

Skin against skin, breath against breath.

The weight of grief and longing tangled in every touch, every whispered sigh, until all that existed was nothing but them. No past, no future—only the present, where their connection exists, fleeting yet undeniable, raw and unguarded.

They didn’t rush. They didn’t have to. Each touch, each shared breath, was a silent plea for something neither of them could put into words. They held onto each other, onto this moment, because tomorrow, reality would set back in. But for now, they could pretend.

Just for tonight.

In the end, they found themselves in Gojo’s bedroom. There was no way they would let the act remain confined within the four boring corners of the med bay.

The sheets were warm against their skin, tangled between them in the dim light of the room. Shoko lay on her back, staring at the ceiling, a cigarette resting loosely between her fingers — her second one of the day. Beside her, Gojo lay with one arm draped over his forehead, his chest rising and falling in steady breaths.

"You’re gonna stink up the sheets," he muttered.

Shoko snorted. "Like that’s the worst thing we did tonight."

Gojo let out a quiet chuckle, turning his head to look at her. "Fair point."

Silence stretched between them, more comfortable this time. The weight of what they’d done, what it meant — or didn’t mean — hung somewhere between their breaths.

Shoko took a slow drag, the glow of the cigarette casting faint shadows over her face. "Are you gonna pretend this never happened?" she asked, exhaling smoke toward the ceiling.

Gojo sighed, rubbing his face. "I don’t know. Do you want me to?"

She thought about it, about the grief still lodged deep in their bones, about the way his touch had felt more like seeking refuge than passion.

"No," she admitted. "But I don’t expect it to change anything."

"It won’t," Gojo rolled onto his side to face her. "But it was nice, wasn’t it? Just for a little while."

She turned her head, meeting his gaze. "Yeah. Just for a little while."

Gojo reached over, plucking the cigarette from her fingers and taking a slow drag. She let him, watching as the ember flared between his lips.

Tomorrow, everything would go back to normal, back to the way it had always been.

But for now, they could pretend.

Just for tonight.

. . .

Or so they thought.

As it happened again.

This time, on the eve before his greatest battle — one that would pit him against the strongest sorcerer in history.

A battle where he would lay down his life until the very end.

A fight where he would not just wield his strength, but offer up his very existence — where even his body would be more than a mere vessel of power, but a tool, a sacrifice, a means to an end.

In death, as in life, he was a weapon wielded for a cause greater than himself.

Yet neither of them knew that Gojo would leave a legacy far beyond the weight of his name, the boundless strength he wielded, and the battles that etched his existence into history.

Unbeknownst to him, a part of him would live on — not in the whispered tales of his unmatched power, nor in the dreams he had entrusted to his students, but in the quiet existence of a child he would never meet.

A child carrying his blood, his untamed spirit, and perhaps even the same piercing eyes that saw the world in ways no one else could.

In the end, his greatest imprint on the world wasn’t in the destruction he prevented or the enemies he defeated — it was in the life he unknowingly left behind.

Shoko had done everything in her power to keep their son hidden, shielding him from the eyes of those who would see him as nothing more than a tool, a threat, or a prize to be claimed.

She was grateful that Gojo’s students—no, his family—stood by her, unwavering in their support. Yuuji, Nobara, Megumi… they had lost their teacher, their guiding light, but in his child, they saw a piece of him still burning, still alive.

And the child — he was just like Gojo.

A perfect replica, as if the universe had refused to let his existence fade so easily. The same striking features, the same untamed energy, and, most unsettling of all, the same bearer of Six Eyes, gleaming with unnatural brilliance.

Perhaps, even Limitless lay dormant within him, waiting to be awaken.

Shoko knew what that meant.

He would be a beacon. A force beyond comprehension. And just like his father, he would be seen as a threat.

To the elders.

To the higher-ups.

To the cursed spirits lurking in the shadows, watching, and waiting.

She would do anything to protect him. Because he was the only thing Gojo had left behind. The only piece of him that remained.

His memory in flesh.

.

.

.

But secrets never stayed hidden forever.

When the truth finally came to light, the reaction was immediate. The elders and higher-ups were outraged, their carefully maintained order shattered by the revelation of Gojo’s son.

The Gojo clan, on the other hand, was in chaos. Furious that their strongest heir had fathered a child outside their carefully dictated lineage — an act they deemed both reckless and unacceptable.

Yet, beneath their outrage simmered something else.

Greed.

The boy was a prodigy by birthright, a miracle of genetics and power. A bearer of the Six Eyes and a potential wielder of Limitless.

His very existence was an anomaly, something that defied their rigid control. They wanted to claim him, to mold him into their perfect successor, to ensure that his infinite potential remained under their command.

To them, he was NOT a child.

He was a weapon, an asset, a legacy they refused to let slip from their grasp.

Gojo Satoru. The one they could never truly control. The one who defied them at every turn, shattered their traditions and laughed in their faces.

And now, in his absence, they saw an opportunity — one last chance to seize what they had lost.

The remaining traditional members of the Zen’in clan were no different.

Ever opportunistic, they saw an opening — a chance to manipulate, to stake a claim in the future of sorcery. The elders whispered in hushed voices, calling it a disgrace, a mistake that should have never happened.

But it was too late.

Gojo’s legacy was already here. Already growing. And no amount of scheming or control could undo what had been set in motion.

Shoko stood firm, unyielding, shielding her child from their reach. She would NOT let them take him. Would not let them mold him into another tool for their ambitions.

Because they had made one crucial mistake.

They underestimated the people Gojo had left behind.

Gojo’s students stood by her without hesitation, along with the sorcerers of Jujutsu High in Kyoto. Others joined them—newly awakened sorcerers who had once fought against Sukuna. Even the faculty stood firm, their support unwavering, bound by a shared purpose that transcended bloodlines and tradition.

They became more than just allies. They became family. They made sure the child would never have to grow up alone, never have to bear the burdens his father did.

In the end, the clans could do nothing but seethe, their power meaningless against the will of those who truly carried Gojo’s legacy — not just in blood, but in spirit.

And for that, Shoko knew—Gojo would have been proud.

Yet it was only now, with him gone, that she truly understood what he had meant to her.

Too late to tell him, too late to hold on.

But in the son he left behind, he had given her the greatest gift of all — one final piece of him to love, even as she mourned the man she could never have back.

“Loss binds some together and drives others apart. We grieve in different ways, but in the end, love is what remains.”

[dax-enfinity]

Why do you like Shoko x Gojo? I do too! It’s just I have a hard time explaining why. I think it's being of the deflection and My Girl needs more recognition

Hello!

I really like SatoShoko (Shoko x Gojo) because I’ve gotten way too attached to Shoko as a character and I feel like she needs some love!

I also like her dynamic with Gojo compared to other characters (by other characters I mean the other staff members at Tokyo Jujutsu Tech and the Kyoto branch)

Since other characters tend to see Gojo as hotheaded or someone that’s too much to handle, they also seem to be annoyed at him and blame him as a cause of stress, but Shoko does not.

She teases him, goes barhopping with him in the second light novel, and they’ve known each other since high school too!

Not to mention as a ship they are pretty angst in canon I mean, the miscommunication trope goes CRAZY with them.

[thalibafa]

This is my first time posting on tumblr and I'd like to post about satoshoko. The hc of them making binding vow with each other had been bugging me for a while bcs I want them to have my version of happy ending. So I had to make it into a full fic! Been rereading on how binding vow works before and during the writing, so hope it can make sense for you all in jujutsu-logical way. For now, just let me cope with this though I still have the hope where gg would be kind enough to make a statement about their (hopefully deeper) relationship. Well then... Enjoy!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64262782

[pikochoo]

my last tribute

[solaraines]

high school sweethearts satoshoko you will always be deeply loved by me

[prvncecaspian]

nanashogo / nanagosho is actually so funny when you think about it. two hard working, stressed out alcoholics (nanami and shoko) and their pretty trophy wife (gojo)

Also this is fucking hilarious???? I have so many questions. How long was the call going for? Did they shit talk the higher ups together? How frequently do they have these calls and how often does gojo do this? Did nanami and shoko shake their heads in fond annoyance?

[minthe-deserved-better]

Shoko: this is a disgusting display of-

Satoru: my affection?

Shoko: No your audacity

[cocoabell]

My entry for the Satosho Discord prompt week "Jealousy"

Did this one rather quickly and honestly I like the result ayy

[sincerelyamee]

Shoko always heals everyone's wounds, but who heals hers?

A tiny little [Gojo x Shoko] moment from my fic, because Shoko deserves so much more.

You really got to know Shoko back in your first year, thanks to Gojo’s unique brand of mayhem.

You still remembered fondly the day Gojo came flouncing into Shoko’s lab, wheeling a giant cage full of furious squirrels.

“Happy Valentine’s Day!” He grinned like a self-satisfied cat presenting the world’s ugliest hairball. “Got you a present, Sho!”

Shoko didn’t even glance up from her microscope. “Unless it’s a bottle of aged whiskey, I don't want it.” She dismissed flatly.

Undeterred, Gojo swept his arm toward the agitated critters. “Even better! These little furballs here got possessed by some nasty curses a few towns over. Raised quite a ruckus. Figured you’d wanna crack ‘em open, see what makes ‘em tick.”

At that, Shoko finally lifted her bloodshot gaze. The circles under her eyes almost matched the darkness of her pupils. You expected Shoko to chew him out for the unorthodox and highly unethical Valentine’s gift. Instead, her eyes lit up with manic glee.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” A hint of a smirk ghosted her lips as she approached the cage. One squirrel hissed at her.

“Ooh, feisty!” Shoko wiggled her fingers at them. “All high-grade curses!”

Gojo folded his arms, smugness radiating from him. “Knew you’d love them. Aren’t I the sweetest?”

...

Drop by my fic for more Shoko doses I swear I love her so much

[emmarastic1]

I have this crazy SatoShoko theory...

Okay so what if Kenny is in the background and not shown because he is plotting some scheme, which involves Shoko. We know that Shoko is really one of the closest people that Gojo has left (from the Satoru, Shoko, Geto, Nanami, and Haibara group), just like how she has been talking about Gojo winning the fight against Sukuna and always being there for him, it's obvious that Gojo will do anything in his power to protect her. So, what if Kenny knows that after losing so many people, especially his closed ones, taking Shoko away will cause Gojo to go after him in an irrational mind? Gojo will be exhausted after the fight with Sukuna but instead of resting or thinking straight, he will directly go after Kenny to get Shoko back. While Gojo is doing that, Uraume can get her revenge by gathering minions to fight the rest of the crew, stopping them from helping Gojo. In a disconnected state, Gojo would be weak and because of that, Kenjaku can overpower and kill him. I am making this theory especially because we have this foreshadow moment where principal Yaga mentions how important Shoko is and she should be protected at all times. Now, we see Shoko voicing her opinions even more during the Gojo vs Sukuna fight which can mean that Gege is preparing to have an important role for her as soon as the fight is finished. Also, Kenny taking anyone wouldn't have the same impact as Shoko since a) she is not the fighter type and would be more vulnerable against Kenjaku and b) it will leave a much more impact not only on Gojo but also, jjk as a whole since she is THE healer (esp during a time where everyone getting injured left and right). Another note, Gojo seems to be slowing down in using his healing technique and would require Shoko to heal him properly after the fight, so again, it will be a huge impact if Shoko is taken by Kenny.

Anyway, I hope it made some sort of sense lmao (if it didn't, please ignore!)

[sentimental-idiot25]

"I don't like how things changed. I don't have anyone to talk to really since you left. But here you are, on our calls, telling me how you're making friends. And how you're living the life you've been wanting. And you're growing a whole new life...without me... You owe me nothing in reality. But we still had something y'know. But the one thing I can't shake is, no matter where you are in life, or who you're with-- you still sound sad. The glimmer in your eyes hasn't come back in years." ~scene that i'll eventually write for Satoshoko

[dax-enfinity]

official SatoShoko content but it’s just cropped since there’s no standalone SatoShoko content that I can find of:

[tiressian]

I don’t have any fic ideas right now, but November 7 (Shoko’s bday) and December 7 (Gojo’s bday) are coming up, could be fun 👀

There is also November 22, which is the halfway date between their birthdays and incidentally that is also Good Couple Day in Japan 👀

Anyway open invite to any fellow writers/artists to join in 🙂✌️if I can scrounge some brainrot see you there haha!

[mxtchaas]

Satoru and Shoko drawing i did for a friend :D