#gojo... baby i love you

[woahjo]

watching gojo's back in the mirror over your shoulder as he fucks you. watching the way his back muscles flex and curl and shift underneath his skin with every thrust of his hips. the way he rolls into you, skin to skin. n you can see where your thigh makes contact with his waist. the skin stretches and pulls and dips delightfully with the weight of their trembling.

and he's panting above you, sweat dripping from his forehead to your chest where he curls over himself to suck on your tit. gojo's hands hold your thighs up by his waist, fingers digging into the soft and supple flesh.

FUCK!! FUCCCCK WHAT IF I DIED.

[hinamie]

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[sqtorux]

being a mistress to the head of the gojo clan was more than you could ever dream of in your lifetime.

sure you're not his wife officially, but what does a piece of paper and some ceremony mean when all the affection and time satoru has is dedicated to you?

that didn't change when his supposed wife gave birth to a son— securing her place as the future heir of the gojo clan.

upon hearing a knock, you open your door revealing a grinning satoru who wastes no time in bringing your lips to his and his hands to your waist, pulling you closer.

"aren't you supposed to be somewhere else?"

"yeah, they told me to go be with my wife. that's what i did"

[honoredalone]

𐙚 I’D RATHER BE KISSING YOUR WAIST

❝ move slow, i don’t wanna get in your way. well the words in your mouth sound cool but i’d rather be kissin’ your waist ❞ keep it up - chase atlantic

♡ gojo satoru is the strongest, but that didn’t leave him without his scars. internal and external. the biggest scar making him shy away, but that didn’t stop you from loving it.

content: talk of scars, self doubt, negative thoughts, sad baby satoru, slight angst, tooth rotting sweetness

heavily inspired by @colonelarr0w, “tracing satoru’s scar”. go check out their works!! they’re amazing, so go support!!

it’s ugly, satoru thinks it’s the most hideous thing on his body. the gross texture, weird color and the memories behind it. the scar circling his waist makes him sick to look at. everyone knows how confident satoru is, well how could he not be? he’s the strongest after all, but even the strongest has his moments of weakness and the scar is just a permanent reminder of just that. he resents himself for it though he’s only human.

“what’re you doin’ there sweet girl?” his voice is raspy and deep from fatigue, a long day of teaching at jujutsu tech will do it to you but he always looks forward to this time of day. when he can lay in bed with you, cuddled into your warmth, his hand caressing the small of your back lovingly. your hand drifting down his torso above his black t-shirt. he didn’t usually wear t-shirts to bed but after the fight he could barely look at his own body without being ashamed so naturally he hid is body not only from himself but from you too. he knew you wouldn’t be disgusted by something so trivial but he couldn’t heal the insecurity that leaked into his brain.

“nothin’ ‘ru just wanna love you.” you whispered, your head resting on his toned chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. your fingers slowly moving to the hem on his shirt. you didn’t miss the way his stomach clenched when your warm hand drifted under his shirt. “you’re so handsome.”

“baby, wait.” satoru almost whines as your fingers feather over the ragged skin. his other hand softly holding your much smaller wrist. you heard the way his heartbeat sped up, the way his breathing became uneven.

“satoru, love.” you sat up, your eyes connecting with his. you hated seeing him so broken over something so small, something that you didn’t care about. nothing about the scar that decorated his beautiful pale skin deterred you away from him whatsoever, he’s your satoru.

“please.” he didn’t know what he meant by that but his eyebrows furrowed together, crystal eyes filling with tears. “it’s not pretty. it’s ugly.” he quietly admits, hand still wrapped around your wrist while the other still sits at the small of your back, thumb caressing you so tenderly. it upset you he thought about himself like that, it crushed your heart. he couldn’t help the fact that the wound scarred and it wasn’t his fault that it made him self conscious but you wanted to show him that it, of course, could never change how you felt about him.

you move to sit on his lap, his hands going limp and laying flat on the plush covers before they find your waist, squeezing your sides affectionately. looking at him for silent permission to push up his shirt slightly, he only looks at you like a kicked puppy before giving you a tense nod. you slowly push up his shirt, just blow his chest. his torso as gorgeous as always, fair skin strong and smooth. he was beautiful, breathtakingly beautiful. he took your breath away everytime, before and after the wound. you rest your hands onto the scar, thumbs softly rubbing the rough skin. his breath shook, he closed his eyes to prevent tears cascading down his blushed cheeks.

“you’re so handsome satoru.” your voice soft, melting over him like honey. he could just sob, he was barely keeping it together when he felt your warm breath fan over the wounded skin. “my pretty boy. so beautiful.” you place soft kisses, all over. his hands shook on your sides as his fingers tighten attempting to dampen his nerves. his words were stuck in his throat, he could barely formulate a sentence in his head because what could he say. open mouthed kisses making his stomach warm and tickle slightly, making his head spin.

“fuck, sweet girl. i love you. love you ‘s much.” his words wavered as he spoke, his mind nearly blank. kissing up from his waist, to right below his chest he sits up, wrapping both of his arms around your waist. he looks at you so sweetly, almost defeated. his arms retracting from around you to the neckline of his black shirt, slowly taking it off and discarding it to the side and looking over your face again. he knew that he couldn’t fully look at his scar and not feel badly but he could learn to like it, just because you did.

[yuwuta]

JJK OLYMPICS OHHH YOURE A GENIUS

head spinning w sooooooo many athlete aus rn….. 

satoru honestly isn’t half as cocky as the media makes him out to be but he could be because you bring up world champion men’s freestyle swim times and it’s his name on the scoreboard ten times before someone else shows up. he’s faster than himself by fifteen seconds all around, he’s earned a bit of cockiness. mentioned in the last post that whenever he’s at a competition and he finishes a race, he looks at the camera and signs a little infinity sign and then blows a kiss to you. some bitter old coach always calls him out on it, and gets him fined for unsportsmanlike conduct, and he’s happy to pay the fees if it means getting a message home to you, but eventually you two come up with a new code; and at his next race, he places gold, turns to the camera, crosses his middle finger over his pointer finger and smiles. when he’s in his post-race interview, he makes sure to explain that he does it for you with the widest smile on his face.

megumi nepotism baby but not in the same sport. toji was a multi gold medalist back in his heyday for shooting, so it’s not really a surprise to anybody that megumi has scary good aim, but he takes to archery instead of shooting. actually the idea of megumi being an emo little kid and throwing rocks at a tree when his dad pissed him off his hilarious, and even funnier is toji watching him, slightly amused and a little scared because megumi is maybe six and hitting the exact same spot every single time. he grows to be very blase about it—it’s more of a release/hobby for him that he happens to be really good at, and well, now good enough to earn a few olympic medals. megumi is not a fan of having his dad ruffle his hair on international television after he’s won, but he supposes it can’t be helped.

i don’t know where to put yuuta…. tennis…. tempting….. him in his little white shorts…. little grunts after he serves…. cries….. a complete 180 in his personality when he’s playing vs doing anything else. so charming and sweet and kinda shy when he’s being interviewed, and the second he steps on the court his eyes are so cold it’s scary…. need him… extremely nerdy about his rackets, and shoes, and clothes, and rambles to you about aerodynamics and posture and torque whenever you ask him to teach you, and you always have to shutup him up with a kiss and remind him that yeah you sort of want to learn to play tennis for him, but mostly you came bc he looks hot doing it. once he got asked in an interview if he ever thinks about you while he’s playing and his response was very concise, “no, never. it would be a big distraction,” and did not realize the implications of his heavily televised words. 

also…. not to make this post 40% yuuta but we could pull from canon a bit and make his sport fencing. he doesn’t excel because he’s the strongest, it’s because he’s learned to treat the sword as an extension of himself and a good strategist… also because i like the image of him pulling the helmet/mask off and shaking his hair out………..

don’t even know where to put yuuji…. volleyball? basketball? track and field??? the irony of him easily being the most athletic but canonically does not want to play sports 😭 but i can see him playing a sport because someone scouts him and it turns out to be a way to make steady money to support himself and his grandpa :( by the time he’s qualified and made it to the olympics, wasuke is doing much better (thanks to yuuji having landed some preemptive sponsorships and being able to afford better medical care), but not so well enough that he can travel across the world to watch yuuji play. wasuke tells you that you should travel and be with yuuji, but yuuji is so touched by the idea that you would stay with his grandpa and be by his side when he’s away :(( he wins gold, of course, and he doesn’t even wait until the closing ceremony—which, he’d mentioned in all of his interviews, so nobody can be too upset. he’s on record saying, “i’m excited to play, but i’m even happier to be going home. my girlfriend and my grandpa are watching me and i miss them!” several times— he’s on the first flight home with flowers, and tears in his eyes. puts his gold medal on his grandpa’s neck as a thank you, and spends probably thirty minutes straight hugging you and kissing you and honestly don’t put it past him to propose now that he’s got nike ambassador money 

nanami started judo as a way to relieve the stress of his overbearing job, and someone at the gym/training center notices he seems to be a natural despite being a beginner. he starts to draw a crowd, which annoys him at first because the point of judo was discipline and release from having to deal with too many people at his office job, but nanami supposes he can’t be too mad when you introduce yourself as a talent scout and offer him professional training. there’s irony in him accepting your offer, because it was definitely not based in professionalism at all… quitting his job as a salaryman to become a professional athlete in his mid-twenties was not on his bingo chart, but if it means he will have met you, then so be it. you’re with him all the way, through his training, competitions, world championships, qualifiers, all the way until he’s on the podium. you’re the first to congratulate him, but he interjects by telling you he’s quitting. you ask him why—he just won at the olympics for crying out loud, but nanami just shakes his head, puts down his flowers and his medal so his hands are free to hold your face and tell you, “it would be unethical to kiss my manager, so i am quitting.” (later, when everything is said and done, and you two are cuddling, you mention to him that he could just hire a new manager, and not quit his new career, to which he blushes because yeah… that’s probably more rational, but rational was not in his train of thought at the time)

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Part 2. This time its the Tokyo Five (As I named them) Headcanons in the reblog tags appreciated

[milkbreadandtadpoles]

stsg x angel

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snippet: measly 0.5k of an insight into my poly!stsg brain. reader is neutral!

warnings: stsg it it's own warning. suggestive language, suggestive dom/sub behavior and dynamics. reader being a pouty angel ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧₊ also, proabably poorly edited

author's note: dawg i just had some inspo and had to put thoughts to paper. and i must share! please enjoy my brain rot, my little clan of followers and those who will be searching in these tags.

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“Would you suck the strap?”

“It’s seven thirty in the morning, Satoru. Please don’t start right now.”

“But I’m serious!”

“Shut up, Suguru is still sleeping.”

“I’m not.”

You palm your face, glaring at Satoru through your fingers, “You woke him up.”

“I doubt me talking about your sexual tendencies woke up the household princess.”

“Can you just flip the pancakes?”

“Oh, you’re making pancakes?” Suguru murmurs, gruff and syrupy. His hair is haphazard, yet silky and smooth. The frizzled strands frame his angular, gaunt face. It’s too cold for there to be color in his face, kissed by late moonlight instead.

“Yes, like the mother hen I am.”

Suguru has a sleepy, languid smile on his face when he watches you roll your eyes. You’re in the prettiest pajama set- cozy and warm and accentuated, eyes still riddled with sleep, head of hair a little out of place. But the light flooding the kitchen makes your cheeks glow.

“We don’t need a mother hen in the house.”

“Oh, please,” Satoru snorts, waving around a spatula with chunks of gooey batter threatening to splash against the back of the kitchen wall, “‘Toru, please make me some breakfast. Toru, I’ll give you a kiss if you-“

“I didn’t say that.” You bark, brows furrowing. Placing your hands on your hips, you frown.

Satoru beams. “You might as well have- it was with your eyes.”

“My eyes?” There’s a pout on your face when Suguru has the audacity to smile. “They were half closed when I walked into the kitchen this morning-“

“They wouldn’t have been if you drank the tea I made you-“

“I did drink it.”

“Oh?” Satoru’s lips quirk, satisfaction apparent in his shrewd smile. “You’re such a good pet for listening.”

Your cheeks burst into flames, mortification further trailing into the deep lining of your gut when the little, white haired freak has the audacity to coo. Suguru holds a hand up, and both of you quiet. Submission is a small word compared to what authority he can pull from the two of you.

“It’s seven thirty in the morning, Satoru.”

And you smile, looking at the man who might as well have hung the moon and stars and sun himself. Shit, he might as well be the sun. The gravitational pull of the planet of you and Satoru that make it bearable living together.

That shatters briefly when he murmurs slyly to Satoru as he flips a partly burnt pancake, “Give it at least an hour or two before you start making her look like that.”

“Suguru.” You whine and he smiles the type of smile that melts your insides.

Huffing a breath, he tells you about going to get ready, to be good before he leaves the kitchen- abandoning you and Satoru in a vice like silence. There’s a pout on your face, laboriously crawling onto the kitchen counter to swing your sock-covered feet while the devious little shit continues to stack up pancakes as though there were four more of you in the house.

But they have an insatiable appetite, so it's a comment you hold with a bite of your tongue.

[3-aem]

i personally have never seen another series where fans beg for the revival of a character so hard to the point where the complete deconstruction of plot and storyline integrity is an acceptable, nay, desirable sacrifice

[allhailsugu]

"Keep your tongue out and don't you dare move... And... Be a nice and good girl and open your mouth as wide as you can." 

He leans over me, his grip tight around my chin as he watches me with sinister eyes. I move my tongue catching all of his dripping saliva while it pulls strings out of his mouth and my cheeks flush.

I can't believe how turned on I am by this.

Pairing - Geto Suguru x Female! Reader Syllabus- Normally gentle and tender Suguru is being allowed to let his dominant side out because you actually like love it, but he breaks character. Word count: 5.4k tags- smut, GetoxF!Reader, dom!Geto, sub!reader, praise kink, slight degradation, somewhat explicit, Reader POV, unprotected, light pain kink, choking, teasing, nsfw, spanking, cursing, kinda fluff ending Disclaimer: Sorry for eventual grammar errors. Did proof read but I'm dumb, lol.

"What a good girl you are... Just keep your mouth open as wide as you can... Don't you dare move.. and swallow everything." 

He smirks, watching me eagerly catch his saliva with a satisfied and smiling face.

"That's it. Good girl..." 

He spoke with a soft and satisfied tone. His hand slowly letting go of my chin and cheeks. 

"Be silent. Do not say a single word until I tell you.“

I nod obediently. I sit on the floor of his bedroom, naked, getting circled around by him, also butt naked, my eyes following him as he continues to pace. His sculptured body making me shiver in arousal, my eyes occasionally darting to his already hard cock. 

The heat in the room already at an intense highpoint while he continues his play. Walking around me, watching me eagerly and I can see his gears grind as he lets a million thoughts run through his pretty head, of what to do next… I chuckle inside my head as I know he must think of this as a once in a life time opportunity. 

He then finally stops pacing, standing right behind me as he spoke again. His voice was now lower, more dominant and lustful than arrogant. "Get up... Now.“ 

I get up, my back towards him as his voice rumbles through my body saying.

"Spread your legs, open them wide." 

Instant arousal jolting through my body as I immediately obey. Slightly parting my legs as he continues standing behind me. His voice slightly softer before returning the stoic and firm tone he continues to use when giving me orders.

"Oh, good girl... Now, open even wider.“

I do as I'm told and due to me opening them, my body slides further down. I lean forward my palms flat on the floor. He then crouched down a bit to get a better look of my already wet slit. His voice now getting low in pitch and more intense as he whispered with a wide smirk, his breath hot against my rear.

"Damn... Already dripping, you perv…“

He grazes me with his knuckle making me tense up from his touch as I let out an inaudible gasp. His voice whispering aroused.

"Do it even wider…“

"S-sugu... if I go further... I’ll do a split….“ 

I instantly feel a sharp pain on my ass. He spanked me for speaking.

He smirked briefly when I tried to argue with him, as this gave him opportunity to be harsh. He slapped me hard on my already red ass again. He raises one eyebrow before speaking in a more harsh tone.

"So? Do it. I didn't tell you to speak, did I? I told you to spread your legs even wider. So, just do it!"

I whimper nodding and push my torso further on the floor, my legs spread in a total split as I lift my rear for him to have a better look. My aching cunt clenching and pulsating making him sigh deeply, his hands gripping my ass, spreading my cheeks further to look at my core contracting making his own hard cock twitch in anticipation.

"Ahh… Such a good girl." 

He let out another deep sigh of arousal and awe, his voice now hot and he smirked watching me for a few moments before he spoke again. 

"I think you deserve a reward now…~" 

He smiled cruelly as his left hand was slowly massaging my lower back. His breathing was heavier than before, his voice demandingly stoic now saying.

"But before that…. Ask me to punish you... Beg me..."

I whimpered and my voice sounded shaky from excitement. 

"Sugu.... Punish me~.... Please.. I want to be punished... I need to be punished...~“ 

He smiles in satisfaction as my voice was now shaking with pure excitement. He spanks my ass a little bit harder. 

"Beg more..." 

He says, smiling cruelly, slightly mocking even.

"I need to be punished~.... Please, I want to be punished by you....I need it, please.“

He just gave me another slap, this time hard, making my cheeks recoil, and making him exclaim excited. His voice was slightly hoarser and his face looked more aggressive and harsh, which only made my heart pump faster.

"More... Beg me for more..."

I exclaim as soon as I feel his spank and my body squirms as I stammer. 

"Suguru-sama… P-please, punish me more~…. I deserve to be punished severely~…. Please!!!“

He let out a loud satisfied laughter at the way I addressed him, making him feel even more ecstatic, his hand in accordance to his mood now even harsher. I sounded more desperate than before while he continues to slap my ass… This time really hard, almost painful and the sound echoed in his room. 

"Keep begging... Beg. Beg more..."

I started getting more vocal with my begging, and he liked it. He slapped my ass faster, almost merciless, making my body jolt each time he raised his hand. He was now speaking in an arrogant and harsh tone repeatedly slapping my ass.

"Good, you are begging now... But that’s not enough, you need to beg me like crazy and scream as loud as you can..."

Each time he slapped my ass, his hand was sliding all the way down my thigh before it slid all the way back up to place another hard slap.

I let out a short scream in reaction to his last spank as it was particularly firm and a little bit painful but I continue begging for more, my ass already bright red, the outlines of his hand visible on it, giving him yet another rush.

He smirks. 

"Your begging, your screams, and your reactions... They all drive me crazy... I love your reactions… You just don't know how much I love punishing you~. I love it when I get to see you squirm, shiver, scream and beg. Especially when your ass starts turning red like this." 

I blush at his words, as it felt like he almost broke character. His voice almost sounded soft and tender again I thought, if it weren’t for another hard slap that followed his words before he simply kneads my ass for a bit. Letting my cheeks jiggle with each touch he did before finally letting go of my ass. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding in and I turned my head over my shoulder to look at him. His gaze fixated on me before he suddenly turns me around forcefully on the floor now. Immediately positioning himself above me, hovering.

"Mhmm, now let's see how long you’ll last." 

He then grabs both of my wrists and puts them above my head, his grip on them tight and firm as he leans closer. His voice was more intense as he spoke.

"Do you know what I'm about to do next~?"

I was already panting from excitement, my chest raising and lowering as I felt so incredibly aroused by him. His gaze, his smirk, the intensity in his eyes. I was completely overwhelmed by his demeanor. I try speaking up but it takes me several attempts to even get a tone out so I remained silent, making him smirk even wider at my helpless self.

"Prepare yourself...~"

He says grinning slyly as he moves his right hand off my wrist and instead grabs my neck. His grip was tight pulling my torso up by my neck and closer towards him. His eyes were filled with lust and hunger as he spoke in a more harsh and low tone again while forcing me to look at him.

"You are going to enjoy it… I promise!“

His grip on my neck, tight yet tender, as he chokes me slightly while I open my mouth, inhaling sharply. I look deep into his eyes. Seeing his normally gentle, dark eyes become these fierce and lustful ones, impatiently looking forward to do unholy things to me… I love it with every fiber of my being. It was turning me on so much, I started panting. 

He brings his legs between mine, his thighs forcefully parting my own as he was jerking his thighs against me to push my thighs up, positioning himself. His breath heavy while his grip on my neck tightens. My body trembles, and I shudder briefly as his eyes now look deep into mine.

The moment our eyes lock he smirks widely, immediately leaning towards my lips for a firm kiss while he starts to slowly push the tip of his throbbing cock against me, sloppily rubbing it against my already wet folds making me mewl into the kiss before he immediately breaks off the kiss making me exclaim and squirm desperately from the separation. He audibly exhales when he feels my soaked core, oozing essence down my folds as he moved his hips away slightly. 

"Holy shit… THIS wet already, even though I only spanked you!?… I always knew you were a naughty one…!“

He releases my wrists now before immediately moving his left hand between my legs, rubbing his fingers against my soaked folds briefly before his middle finger plunges in without warning, making me jolt and gasp for air. His slender finger reaching in deeper than my own ever could, the heat and clamminess of my cunt making him groan quietly as he watches his finger getting pulled inside when he tries to pull it out, my core clenching it as if gripping on for dear life making him curse under his breath. He keeps pumping his finger in a few times, rubbing against my gummy walls, grazing over the spot he knows like it was his own, making me shriek out as loud as his grip on my throat allowed me. Twisting his middle finger inside a few times before switching to his ring finger, doing the same before sliding in both, making me inaudibly exclaim.

"Fucking hell….Y/N, how are you this tight again!? I definitely am not fucking you enough… God damn!“

"N-no… you don’t~“ He chuckles at my response and his fingers move deeper while his grip on my neck tightens just a bit due to him leaning into me for another kiss. Our kiss deepens, as he forces my mouth to open up and pushes his tongue in, meshing against my own. His lips slightly parted as his hot breath is brushing against my face and lips while he continues slipping his tongue into every nook of my mouth. I quietly moan into the kiss making him smirk when he heard. 

Hearing me moan in pleasure was like music to his ears. It was like a cue for him as he immediately removed his fingers, rubbing whatever essence he has on them onto his tip, then palming himself to have more control over his already throbbing length before he pressed himself into me. Stretching me out with his girth with every bit he pushes forward, forcing me to break off the kiss to audibly take a deep breath in while his grip on my throat got tighter again making me unable to move even an inch away from him before he then pushes himself in one motion inside, making me shriek out in a high pitch. He groans into my ear, whispering.

"Fuck, Y/N….! You are going to nip my cock off with how tight your cunt is..!! What are you doing to her to make her so tight every damn time..!?“

My face blushes from his words and is reddening even further due to the lack of oxygen as I desperately try getting a bit of air into my lungs. He grips my hip tightly and starts to mercilessly thrust his cock into me. With each of his thrust my whole body started to recoil intensely and my already restricted breathing kept getting faster and heavier. I was like a toy for him. The harder he pushed, the more I moaned and shook with pleasure. My whole body was at his mercy. His grip on my neck makes me groan and yelp for air while he moves even harder and faster into me, brutally bullying his way inside my slick walls, harshly hitting against my cervix, making me literally scream each time he hits against it. Due to his pace my whole body was still recoiling, my breasts moving in accordance to his thrusts, forcing his attention onto my chest now. The grip he placed on my throat was still firm, as he let go of my hip to slap my breasts now, making me shriek at the sudden sensation. Hearing me moaning and screaming out from his rough pace and slaps on my breasts arouses and turns him on exponentially.

"That’s my girl, Y/N. Take everything!“

He praises me. With every slap he did his breath became hotter and his voice more sultry.

"You are such a bad girl...~" 

He says breathlessly as he continues his deep and harsh thrusts. He stopped slapping my breasts and instead slaps my face in a rather gentle intensity, nevertheless making me shriek from surprise.

"But I love bad girls...~"

He could see the ecstasy written all over my face, as I was nearing my peak any second now, but I was unable to speak, barely getting enough air to function. My reactions just made him moan softly when he noticed and his breath was getting more and more shallow. He loosens his grip on me finally since he wanted me to be able to speak and I immediately draw deep breaths to get in more oxygen while I yelp and make completely helpless sounds, before letting him know. 

"Su-sugu~ I....Ahh-..!! I’m.... close~.….Don’t… stop!!!“

When he heard my whimpering, whining voice begging him, he smiled leaning closer to me, placing his hand back on my hip.

"You're almost there…?~" 

His voice sultry as he went faster and harder, slapping my chest again, saying.

"C’mon, Y/N…! Be a good girl and come for me…!“ 

My crying voice turned into a long moan, yelling out his name, before my whole body started tensing up to then violently quaking. My core clenching around him tightly while contracting and pulsating, making him groan out loudly. 

"I can feel it~! Fuuuck….!! You got even tighter, holy shit!!!“ 

He let out another guttural moan and gave my chest another hard slap before pinching my nipple hard, as he let go of my throat completely now to grab my breasts with both his hands. I start coughing slightly drawing deep breaths before they immediately turn into pants. He was thrusting even harder into me and I couldn’t help but scream out. High pitched screams of pleasure combined with heavy panting as I keep repeating his name.

"SUGU-RUU-!!! SU-GURU!!!!! SUGURUU!!!!“

"That's it, keep going..! Scream my name, come for me!~“

He moans with pleasure, too. The high he got from my reactions just made his blood rush, making him chase his own climax with intensity now. 

"Scream! Scream for me!“

I continue screaming as he thrusts harder and faster, our bodies slamming against one another making the lewdest and most ecstatic sounds, filling the room with the sound and melting in with his moans and my screams when I suddenly tremble and shake heavily making me grip onto him, digging in my nails into his shoulders making him growl as my eyes roll to the back of my head. I shiver, clenching him tightly in intervals as I finally cum and cream all over his cock repeating his name over and over.

"Su-guru-! Sugu-ru!!! Ahhh!!!“

He smirked and moved faster and harder, one of his hands grabbing my chin as he slaps my chest and face continuously. My teeth now gritted as I ride out the high of my orgasm, while I wrap my arms around his neck now, my elbows resting on his shoulders while one arm goes around him completely and the other one grips into his beautiful, long black locks sending shivers down his spine, making him unable to continue his slaps.

"Fuuuck!….. Y/N!!“

He exclaims excited, praising me for my orgasm as I keep repeating his name, making his moans louder, too. He watches my whole body tremble violently now almost reaching his own orgasm, when he suddenly grips my throat again forcing me to loosen my embrace on him, my hands then snaking around his waist towards his back.

"Open your mouth." 

He says hoarsely, his voice laced with lust as his movements got more and more irregular and slowed down slightly. I obey immediately, opening my mouth.

"You're such a good girl.... open wider!"

He says breathlessly, smirking wide again as he saw me obediently open my mouth wider, his movements got more and more irregular.

"Wider..."

His grip on my throat tightening, squeezing further, and I could see the desire in his eyes. I nod, opening my mouth as wide as possible. He smirks and spits into my mouth aggressively, while squeezing my throat further, chocking me more. When he saw me gagged, my throat and face reddening, my eyes bloodshot and popping out, just the way he liked it, he released my throat and spoke with a more satisfied tone.

"Good girl... What a good fucking girl you are! Do you have any complaints?“

Not letting me get in a word he continues breathlessly, picking up his pace again.

"No? Good. You better stay quiet, and do as I say... Now, I wonder if you'll continue to be a good girl or turn to a bad girl..." 

I swallow his spit and nod, yelping.

"A good one… I’m a good girl~…“

"No…You’re definitely a bad girl... a really dirty one.. so I'll have to discipline you." 

He says immediately slapping my cheek with a menacing smirk, and grabbing my throat again, adding.

"You like it, don't you? You like being punished, don't you?" 

"I… do..!“

I whimper aroused. He laughs. To him my voice, my whimpering voice made me sound pathetic but so hot at the same time. He spits in my mouth again aggressively with a sadistic smile on his face. He smirks as I tried swallowing it while struggling due to him choking me. He felt so powerful, squeezing my throat even harder, slapping my cheek again.

"Oh, and how you like it! A dirty girl like you, wants to be abused. You like it rough, don't you?"

I simply nod, the tight grip on my throat felt almost elevating, and I continue panting and moaning whilst enjoying everything he does to me. My face was already red from both pain and pleasure. He smirks again seeing the look of me enjoying it, as he speaks with a more sadistic tone.

"You want me to rough you up more?" 

As he said that, he slapped my cheek again, squeezing my throat even tighter than before. I yelp, my tongue hanging out, my eyes rolling back while he smiles with a sadistic grin. My face red, thick round tears dwelling up in the corners of my eyes from him choking me, but it's obvious that I was enjoying every second of it. He speaks slyly while he continues to choke me, slapping my cheeks, and squeezing my throat even tighter this time, as I gasp for air making him chuckle.

"Such a dirty girl... Do you want me to squeeze your throat even tighter?~"

"Sugu....~ I'll... pass out…~“

I say breathlessly and continue panting. He smirks when he heard my breathlessness, now slowly loosening the grip on my throat and smiling wickedly.

"Don't worry, I won't squeeze too hard just enough to satisfy my dirty girl. Can't let you pass out, right~?"

He then resumes slapping my breasts harder than before, again and again, making my breasts red and marking them with the tips of his fingers. The pain was so intense but it only added to my pleasure. Then the slapping stopped and he let go of my throat holding me tightly by my hips to resume his deep thrusts as he now went slow but rough, his voice breathless as he smirks widely.

"Now, have you learned your lesson? Are you going to be a good girl... or are you a naughty, dirty one?"

Feeling his hand letting go off my throat made me take in several deep breaths, to draw in some oxygen before I answered him. I contemplate for a bit on what to answer him as I try calming my breath, but I just repeat what he already knew...

"A naughty.. one…~"

He leans forward and says with a sly smirk on his face.

"A naughty one, huh? Still not enough? Want more painful slaps?~"

"Never... enough~..... I want Sugu to be.... harsher….~“

"Harsher, you say?! How harsh you want it to be?"

"Turn me over... on the bed and spank me... while continuing your rough pace…~"

A sadistic grin spreads on his lips. The look of me begging, wanting to be spanked, turned him on intensely.

"You want to be spanked on the bed? Fine... I'll show you exactly how harsh I can be~"

His sadistic, lustful look disappears for an instant when he grabs me by the arms lifting me off the floor suddenly to throwing me towards his bed. He gets onto the bed with me, turning me on my stomach and forcefully and effortlessly lifting me by my hips, so I am on my knees and my ass is lifted up before he spoke once more with a sadistic tone.

"Now, you shall have the harshest punishment ever~"

I immediately whimper aroused as I couldn’t wait for him to continue.

"This time, I'll spank you so hard, it'll make your butt cheeks red, then I’ll bruise them, and then scar you. It's going to be the most painful experience you ever had~"

I knew he only said that to keep up his character but I couldn’t help but look at him over my shoulder as I plea and he smirks at me. He loves seeing me like this, begging and pleading.

"No..~ no scarring~“

"Why not? If I want to give you scars, then I will. There's nothing you can do about it but beg. Are you willing to beg me to spare you from that fate?"

He says defiantly raising an eyebrow, amused by my sudden reaction. I immediately lift myself up and turn myself around towards him nodding vigorously.

"Yes! No scarring.. Sugu, please..~“

My hands move immediately towards his groin, palming his still hard cock firmly, stroking him with both hands as I begin taking his tip into my mouth, tongue flat against the underside of his throbbing length, before enclosing it with my mouth, making him immediately groan out loud, his lids fluttering briefly as he leans his head back for a split second gripping a handful of my hair, while I please him and speak with my mouth full of his cock. 

"No- scarring..~ You won't love... me anymore..~"

I say continuously pleasing him with my mouth my eyes locked onto his, my tongue sliding and twirling around his twitching cock, making him groan loudly and grit his teeth as I take him in as deep as I can with a wiggle of my head to push him even deeper down my throat, until I gag and choke on him, forcing a deep guttural groan out of him. His eyes briefly widen as he collects my hair in a messy ponytail holding it tightly to support me as I continue blowing him, my head bopping on him as I lick alongside his whole length, moving further down to suck the skin of his sensitive balls into my mouth, his eyes narrowing while his brows furrow before he frowns at my words and says.

"Are you really that stupid?~ I'll always love you, even if you have scars and even if I disfigure your body completely. I'd still love you, because you're mine. Not because you're pretty, but because you're mine.“

My eyes dart up at him, my movements coming to a halt immediately. He looks at me intensely as I take my mouth off of him with a light smack of my lips. The way he said that made my heart immediately skip a beat and I lift myself, both of us now standing on our knees. My cheeks flushed red from his sudden statement making me feel incredibly content. I couldn’t help but whisper.

"You… really mean that…?"

"Huh, what?"

He asks surprised. My sudden reaction obviously caught him off guard a little bit. The way I suddenly changed my tone makes him look at me intensely and I could feel his character shift to his usual self. He gently places his hand on my cheek caressing me with his thumb.

"Y/N, you know that I love you, right…? No matter what. Nothing could change that or would keep me from that, especially no scars."

He gently places his other hand at the nape of my neck pulling me towards him and kissing me. And the kiss is everything. Calm and gentle at first. Becoming more and more passionate. Erotic. Lustful. Intense. Hot. And the noises we make during are turning us both on even further. I lean backwards pulling him with me onto the bed. He shifts on top of me before breaking off the kiss. My heart racing now extremely as we gaze into each others eyes. Hovering over me a few strands of his hair fall to the front, his eyes moving all over my face, taking in my blush, my slightly narrowed eyes staring up at him in awe while my heavy breathing is giving away how aroused I am. He caresses my cheek gently making me lean into his touch. 

My hand moves towards his hair brushing a few strands of it behind his ear as I take in his gentle smile. His eyes soft just like his touch as I take in all of him. His muscular physique hovering over me, making me sigh aroused, before I feel his hand move down to my thigh gently parting my legs as he leans down for another kiss. The hot and lustful atmosphere was filling us with more and more intent. It was so arousing that it made our desire become uncontrollable. Our panting only made us want each other more and more. 

"Sugu… Take me…Now, please!"

I whisper breathlessly between kisses as I lift my legs sending shivers down his spine, his breath was already hot, when he smirked and nodded, finally giving in to his desires. He moves in between my legs palming his thick cock, stroking himself a few times before gently rubbing his tip repeatedly up and down between my folds, knowing exactly how much I love it when he does that. 

„Ready for me, Y/N?“

He says pushing himself in.The instant his tip enters I sigh in pleasure, a deep and guttural growl escaping him as he let go of his cock to sink in deeper. Hearing my reaction makes him growl louder. The way I sigh… The way I burn up from heat, the way I take him in, sliding up so easily…  How hot and wet and tight I am… All of it made him lose his composure and it was like he couldn't help himself anymore. His hand immediately moves towards my folds, spreading them while he continued thrusting himself into me as he starts rubbing my clit now, making my hips buck and my whole body jolt as I was about to let out a loud moan before his lips go back to move on mine, muffling my voice.

I moan into our kiss instead, as he was overstimulating me now but I love how everything feels, his lips, his hands, his breath, his body on top of mine. His weight on top of me feels like a weighted blanket, giving me an incredibly comforting feeling. Completely overwhelmed nevertheless, my mind goes blank as all I can think about is wanting to come. Our connection now so intense our kiss so deep, no words were needed. 

My intense squeaking sounds and my body moving against his in harmony was such a turn on for him. His grunts and moans become louder forcing our kiss to break off. He grabs me tightly, still vigorously rubbing my clit in circular motions, while mercilessly pounding me. He was already close to his orgasm but he had no intention of releasing before he made a mess out of me. The feeling of our bodies slamming against each other was one of the most intense, erotic, and arousing feelings I ever had. The loud and lewd noises of our bodies were just making everything hotter and more intense. My entire body was shaking from the heat of pleasure. His thumb now rubbing my clit more intensely, occasionally flicking his index finger to then just resume to rubbing with his thumb making me squirm and jolt beneath him, repeatedly exclaiming and gasping in between moans.

Due to his deep thrusts I was literally screaming high pitched in pleasure, as my body caved in. He drove me insane and he knew it, and my orgasm was rapidly approaching while he continued to aggressively overstimulate my clit with his rubs. At the same time he changed the angle of his thrusts, now brushing against a particularly sensitive spot on my gummy walls making me arch my back and scream while I can‘t get enough. Just a few more strokes and I was at my limit. My body tensing up as the pleasure was building up extremely, my breathing now labored as my moans came in quicker and louder before I finally came all over his cock, reaching one of the most intense climaxes I ever experienced. My body quaking and trembling as my core clenches and contracts around him, making him groan loudly and curse under his breath whilst he still moves fast and rough into me.

The instant he felt me orgasm he knew he was going to follow closely after. And oh, how right he was, thrusting through my orgasm chasing his own, uttering and mumbling curses as he kept going. His grip on me became so tight it was almost painful, making his fingertips turn white before the sounds of his own relief eventually grew louder as he kept pushing into me towards his own orgasm, before his moves got more and more irregular until they were nothing but simple jolts and jerks and he eventually stopped moving entirely, pressing himself deeply into me, his cock still twitching and throbbing, releasing spurts of hot cum plastering the insides of my walls. I yell in unison with him as he finally came and I loved the feeling more than anything. The sensation and pleasure of his orgasm were so unbelievable, beyond any description and it took some time for him to recover his breath. His body just twitching and trembling whilst his voice was only a hoarse mutter as he let out an intense guttural sigh while being filled with overwhelming relief. Watching my reactions to him cumming he thinks out loud.

"Y’know you are definitely enjoying this too much…"

He says smirking and chuckling breathlessly while still panting, his grip on my hips still tight and our bodies still connected because none of us have managed to move away yet.

"I can‘t help it…~ You just feel… too fucking amazing."

I say panting, trying to catch my breath from the intense pleasure that still rushes through the entirety of my body and his growl became a soft chuckle. His breathing becomes deeper as he begins to regain his consciousness and his face returns the arrogant grin he wears so well. His hand gently stroking my cheek with his knuckles as he nods.

"Mm-hm, you're forgiven. But you do understand that I can't make you feel completely satisfied with just one go…Right?" 

He leans on his elbow so that he was higher up, hovering, raising his eyebrow and smirking to tease me. I look up at him blushing as I chuckle at his remark.

"How about one more kiss before we continue…~"

He says smiling widely as he leans his lips against mine and gives me one more long last kiss…

[teddybeartoji]

(If you are uncomfortable with period mentions plz feel free to delete this 🙈)

Thoughts on snow leopard!gojo when you on your period (I am pmsing and I need someone to comfort me.)

snow leopard!gojo would be sooo worried about you!! One minute you are fine and now you have the smell of blood is on youuu!!! Poor baby think you are hurt or injured and even when you reassure him it’s just your period he’s still worried especially when you show other symptoms (like throwing, headaches, being sensitive and crying)

He would sooo overprotective and clingy he would never let you outside alone always have to be by your side holding or wrapping his tail around you.

He would love to take care of you!! He would massage your shoulders or knead your tummy, also when they are injured cats lick their wounds so I do see him going down on you if you let him it also helps with cramps.

He loves to cuddle you he lie on top of you and he’s so big and warm and fluffy And when you sleep he would be right next to you extra alert and “on the look out” if anyone tries to hurt you.

He holds you soo tight tail wrapped around your thigh making sure you are safe and protected.

(I’m sorry that this so long I got carried away 🙈😭)

NONNIEEEE🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺HE WOULD BE SOOOOOSO WORRIED🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 he just wants to make you feel better, make you feel good!!!!!!! he's gonna sit with you the whole entire time, he just refuses to leave your side. he's literally sitting with you in the bathroom, he's cuddling with you (and on top of you bc he's so warm and it feels so good when he rests his head on your tummy). and the tail!!!!!! yess!!!! he always has it around your thighs bc he loves your thighs!!!!!!!! also he follows you around like a little lovesick kitty and he literally just looks like this emoji🥺🥺🥺🥺 the entire time. he's baby.

now now now....... the licking the wounds thing.... nonnie... you really did something here🥴🥴🥴🥴 that's exactly how he's gonna convince you too btw. he's gonna tell you about how it's his way of healing you. and it works like magic!!!!!! he does it slowly, he wants you to forget all about the pain so he's extra focused. he's kissing your folds just like he'd kiss you, he's giving her smooches and small kitten licks while keeping his eyes on you. he's gently pawing at your thighs and your waist, he's kneading your skin and it's all just so good. he can smell your arousal mixing with the blood and he's getting dizzy himself, too.

he can't take his eyes off of you, he needs to make sure that you're enjoying it, that you're feeling good!!!!! he fucking purrs as he eats you out and the vibrations feel heavenly. he has your back arching in no time, your hands tug on his white roots and his own eyes are rolling back into his head.

also. despite the fact that he's going slow, he's still a messy eater!!!!! so sometimes... he gets a little blood in his perfectly white hair but he literally couldn't care any less. (he loves it. he thinks of it as your way of marking him. no matter whether it's intentional or not.)

after you cum in his mouth and he has swallowed every drop of you, he draws you a hot bath and he carries you into the bathroom himself. his entire lower half of his face is covered in blood, it's dripping from his chin but you're still his main priority. you try to tease him for it but you're just too tired, so you just end up brushing against his skin, dirtying yourself with your own blood.

he takes your finger in his hand and raises it to his mouth. he licks you clean while keeping eye-contact, and takes it back out with a loud pop. he's sure he can smell another fresh wave of pure arousal pooling between your legs but he doesn't want to push you or your body too far. so he presses a very gentle kiss to your nose before helping you into the tub.

he climbs in with you and he washes your hair. he washes your body with the sweetest motions, he rubs your shoulders and your tummy, your thighs and your sides. he leaves kisses on your jaw and neck. he whispers praise and pure love into your ears and he loves to feel you melting into him.

after you've gained some of your energy back, you help clean him up too. you wipe the blood from his marble skin anf then from his hair and he just stares at you with hearts in his eyes<3333333 wahhh nonnie he's the best boyfriend in the world he's so caring and so sweet:((((((( i luv him:((((

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[sulky-cabbage]

I can't believe Satoru's approach to teach Sukuna about love was to just fight him and make jokes and just hope he understands asfkvsksgdh

he's like those girls that don't know how to flirt so they just sit there and be pretty and hope their crush notices them somehow lmao

And what's crazy is that Sukuna actually UNDERSTOOD

[bodega-catto]

[yuwuta]

Wow I have been nonstop thinking about tennis king yuuta and his little baby boy I’m going to kill you (affectionate) - @yuutito

teeheeeeeeeee….. here’s some more, aleks :’) enjoy :))))))

“Everybody thinks he looks like me, but I don’t see it that way. Maybe it’s because every time I look at him, I see my wife and I’m reminded of her […] I’m a little biased so I see her in everything.” 

You find yourself with tears welling in your eyes the more you read into Yuuta’s latest magazine interview. Between his sweet quotes and the pictures of him with your son, it’s taking everything in you not to burst into full-blown tears. 

Your boys look so handsome. You and Yuuta shared your concerns with publicizing your child at such a young age, but you two came to the conclusion that you’d rather have the control in the narrative than to let private family pictures be leaked uncontrollably. As another point of reassurance, Yuuta’s career provided him with just enough lime-light to be a household name without the crazy fame and criticism that came along being a true celebrity. Besides—Yuuta talked enough about you and your son in press conferences and interviews that it was bound to happen sooner rather than later. 

The article wasn’t entirely about you, or your family—or at least, you’re sure it wasn’t intended to be; you knew your husband had a knack for rambling about his loved ones, even where work was concerned. As you continue to read, you find a segment where the author compared Yuuta’s current statements with something similar he’d said about you twelve years ago—at the very start of his professional career: “If I owe this [winning Gold] to anybody, it’s my girlfriend. She’s always believed in me, even when I didn’t believe in myself. I wouldn’t have qualified or even thought to qualify if it weren’t for her.” 

It feels like you and Yuuta were just two kids in love back then. You didn’t think it could be more than that—you didn’t think you could love Yuuta more than you did all those years ago, but somewhere along the way just being in love wasn’t enough to describe it; Yuuta became your partner, someone you loved fundamentally, but also because you couldn’t stand to see yourself without him. And just when you thought you couldn’t love anyone nearly as much as you love him, you turn the page to a picture of your husband and son peeping through the holes of a racket and your heart feels full. 

When you scan the image more closely, you realize that it isn’t just any racket—it’s an old one, one you’d given to Yuuta as a gift probably back in high-school. You had no idea he’d kept it, but you suppose you shouldn’t be all that surprised; Yuuta is nothing if not sentimental. 

“Ah, there she is~” Yuuta’s voice cuts through your thoughts. When you turn, you see him, with your baby boy on his hip, sliding the back porch door closed. 

Both boys approach you with a smile on your face, and you set the magazine aside to sit up in the lounge chair to greet them. Yuuta presses a kiss to your forehead, then your lips before you do the same to your son. Immediately after, he reaches his arms out for you, and Yuuta chuckles, “You wanna be with your mama? Can’t blame you, I missed her, too.” 

He hands the baby off to you, and takes a seat on the other end of the chair, reaching over to coo at his son as you smother his face in kisses. 

“How was the farmer’s market?” you question, letting the baby settle into your lap. 

“Good, he picked out some very bright peppers, and we got some more strawberries, know you’ve been craving them,” Yuuta smiles, reaching over to pat your son’s head, when the closed magazine catches his eye, and he reaches for it, quickly flipping through, “Ah—I guess that interview’s out. He’s grown so much, even though it was only a few months ago.” 

You find the blush on his cheeks beyond endearing. Yuuta always finds room to be bashful no matter how many times he’s waxed poetic about his love for you, or his family—his cheeks always stain pink like the first day you met him. 

“It’s sweet. You’re sweet,” you smile, sparing a hand to run through Yuuta’s hair, charmed by the way he leans into your touch, “I didn’t know you still had that racket.” 

“Of course, I keep everything you give me,” he says, earnestly. He closes the magazine and scoots a little closer, taking advantage of the proximity and of your touch to lay his head on your shoulder, “Did you… read all of it?” 

“Almost, but no, why?” you question, with a light-hearted grin, “Did you say something that would lead the world to believe you’re somehow even more in love with me? Because you might already be past the threshold, dear.” 

Yuuta hums. He reaches to take you son out of your lap and carefully shifts himself to that he’s laying down, his head on your lap, and the baby in his arms, happily giggling and cooing as Yuuta holds him up. He lowers and raises him back and forth a few times, nuzzling their noses together when their faces are close, before sitting him up on his chest.

Then he tilts his head up to look at you, wide, love-filled eyes blinking slowly before he says, “Maybe… depends on if me saying I want more kids is past the threshold or not.” 

[kaisenkalogathia]

The fact that this moment was the happiest he’s been since his youth I can’t stop crying.

Forever young 🙂‍↔️💔

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

after reading the ending and seeing the meltdown on twitter over the mistranslation before the official chapter it's just kind of annoyed me how people view gojo as some perpetually insecure, self deprecating dude when he was never that.

Ofc geto's defection fucked him over and that loss of a valuable bond was the guiding force behind a lot of choices he made in life but he was always, always fond of jujutsu itself, it's the orthodox structure and lone burden on his shoulders he disliked.

Even nanami clocked him for that in 236. That he enjoyed the thrill of sorcery. I hate satoru's uwufication (and don't get me wrong he's very much my cutie patootie) but to view his complexities as just insecurities is such a narrow view.

It's also why it didn't really surprise me when he "went south" in 236. So many people called his confession in that chapter ooc but in my opinion that raw vulnerability was so intriguing and on brand for him lol. Loving the fight, not being able to hate sukuna, trying to reach him through his skills, admitting the distance he created with others because the gap was just that big, and choosing to stay in the blue spring this time because that period was the most blissful time of his life..it's the first time he chose himself and chose life as Satoru and not just as the strongest.

And to see this same effect happen during the leak mistranslation with so many gojo stans babying him again and it was so..like bro 😭 are we sure we read the same content

THIS . THIS . THIIIIIIIS

anon thank you for putting this into words bc i have been struggling to do the same 💀 but i absolutely agree!!! i also have a big issue with people viewing him as insecure or sad because i truly think gojo was fully comfortable in his own isolation . he’s never pitied himself, and that makes him more tragic, not less. the mistranslation thing in 271 with ’i also have love and dreams’ just made me sigh because that’s just something gojo wouldn’t say 😭…. obviously he has dreams and he has love but he’d never frame that sentence in such a self-pitying way — he’s only telling yuji to carry on his dream if he dies. that’s all.

i can’t explain it super well but to me the greatest tragedy of gojo’s character is that he so rarely gets upset over his own situation — he’s been used and abused in plenty of ways but i don’t think he actually minds, because that’s all he knows. he’s staggeringly mature and resigned and that’s an aspect of his character i think isn’t talked about enough. he even finds joy in his own situation, through fighting and teaching, despite how much weight he has to carry. how overworked he is. ’one must imagine sisyphus happy’ applies really well to gojo, i think…….

and that’s why a lot of fandom takes just . irk me 😭 the truth is that gojo probably wouldn’t mind having his body used after death. and like he himself says in 271 — he doesn’t mind if people forget him. that’s just the kind of guy he is. he’s tragic in the sense that he goes with the flow and accepts the reality of his own existence without wishing for anything different. i think he did have hope that he wouldn’t have to be alone when he was with suguru, but after his defection that hope disappeared. suguru’s importance to satoru is one thing i don’t think anyone can ignore, but i don’t think he turned into some kind of empty shell after he left, either — suguru was simply the end of satoru seeking out meaningful, equal human connection.

…… until sukuna :3c

which!!! for the record!!!!!! i 100% agree with you on. 236 is one of my favorite chapters and i will literally fight the ooc allegations until the day i die bc i don’t think they understand gojo 💀 sorry to say. him finding value in fighting someone like sukuna makes all the sense in the world considering he’s the closest thing satoru has gotten to being on truly equal grounds with someone. and the fact that satoru wanted to teach sukuna about love speaks volumes about his character, how much he detests the isolation of strength. satoru isn’t a saint, but he’s a good guy with very particular motivations. and him finding peace in the bliss of his youth, right after being referred to as ’satoru gojo’ by sukuna …….. must have felt soooo liberating. criticisms about the aftermath of his death aside, i do think this was the happiest ending for someone like gojo.

i will say that nanami’s comment in 236 is often misunderstood as well — he’s specifically talking about teen gojo, not adult gojo. adult gojo fights for plenty of things, not just the thrill — but obviously he still enjoys that even now. i think a lot of people make the mistake of either viewing gojo as some morally corrupt fight loving feral maniac (which is just plain wrong), or viewing him as this sad, sad man who never wanted to fight (which is also plain wrong)…. he’s a deeply tragic character with a lot of kindness in his heart, and even at the very end i don’t think he was truly sad over his own circumstances.

i hope . that was semi-coherent ;;; sorry for just hijacking your ask anon but this was a good opportunity for me to talk about some things that have been bugging me for a while 😭 gojo is a wonderfully written character and i don’t think he was ooc even in 271 (though the talk with yuji felt sloppy to me in execution), i just wish his death had been handled as well as it deserved to be ….