#jujutsu sorcerer

[gabbyp09]

[urdadssideho3]

Some fluff stuff

Boyfriend!Megumi who comes straight to you when he’s upset

Boyfriend!Megumi who enters your dorm uninvited, trudging in with a soft pout on his face and slumped shoulders as he shoves the door closed behind him and kicks off his shoes in a careless hurry.

Boyfriend!Megumi who ignores your questions of concern as he pads his way towards the bed, wordlessly flopping down next to you, and crawling into your arms. Mumbling an upset "I don' wanna talk about it," before you can ask again.

Boyfriend!Megumi who lays his head in your lap and wraps his arm around your waist, letting you pull the covers over him. You give him a moment before asking what's wrong again.

Boyfriend!Megumi who just grumbles inaudible gibberish into your thigh when he finally decides to tell you what happened. You dont press him about the matter again.

Boyfriend!Megumi who's eyes grow heavy at the feeling of your hands in his hair, soft kisses on his cheeks, and the sound of your voice cooing sweet words.

He'll definitely be waking up in a better mood.

[dee-writes-anime]

Hi! Can I request a sort of angsty platonic Gojo x younger sister?

A few days after Gojo is sealed, Psuedo-Geto decided it would be *fun* to allow him visions of the whereabouts of his powerful but young sister (16). So Gojo has to watch as his sister, who is facing more and more pressure from the higher-ups simple because she is a Gojo, is tearing through his classrooms, his bedroom, and his office desperately trying to figure out SOME sort of clue or way as to how to try and unseal him. Eventually she punches a hole in the wall out of frustration (out of character from her usual sweetness), and Megumi (Her best friend/familial figure because of HIS tied with Gojo) finds her and Gojo has to watch the two break down without him. Weather it ends with Gojo feeling super depressed, breaking out, vowing revenge, or anything, else, is up to you.

Thank you, but please, no worries if you dont want to write this one!

The Overwhelming Weight of Loss

FEATURING Satoru Gojo x Reader (PLATONIC)

SUMMARY Gojo has been sealed and in his absence, it's up to you, his sixteen-year-old sister, to take on the gaping hole that he's left behind.

CONTENT WARNINGS peer pressure, grief, descriptions of physical violence (punching a wall), guilt, sad stuff, dee hearts Megumi

AUTHORS NOTE thank you so so much for the request anon! I fear that I might have cooked with this one, let me know what you think! <3

In the suffocating stillness of the prison realm, Satoru Gojo floated, locked in a cold, dark silence that seemed to stretch on forever. Each second without sound, without sensation, stretched into eternity, pressing down on him like a weightless but unyielding force, tightening around his chest. It was an emptiness that gnawed at him, leaving him hollow and aching in ways he’d never known before. Alone, with no sense of the world beyond, he felt himself unraveling, piece by piece.

But then—like a spark flaring in the dark—images burst through his vision. He wasn’t sure if it was a blessing or a curse when he saw his classroom first, every detail sharpened in painful clarity. And there, in the middle of the room, was his little sister.

Sixteen years old, with that familiar spark of determination he’d always teased her for, she stood alone, shoulders hunched under a weight too heavy for her small frame. She was tearing through the room, tossing papers, shoving books aside, fingers trembling as she ran them over every surface. Her movements were frantic, desperate, as if the answer she was looking for was hidden somewhere just out of reach.

Gojo’s chest tightened, a cold ache spreading through him as he watched her. He could almost feel her heart racing, her hands growing sore as she rifled through stack after stack of his things. She lifted a framed photo of the two of them, hands shaking as she ran a thumb over his grinning face, as though she could pull him back into her world with just a touch.

He tried to reach for her, tried to speak, to let her know he was here, that he would come back to her no matter what. But he was paralyzed, trapped in this prison, his voice swallowed by the void. All he could do was watch as her fingers lingered on the photo, her expression so tight it seemed to press against her skin, like her very bones bore the weight of her sorrow.

“Where are you?” she whispered into the empty room, her voice thin and hoarse, her tone teetering between hope and despair. Her words pierced through him, sharp and unyielding. He wanted to scream, to break free of these chains and pull her into his arms, to tell her he was fighting with everything he had. But he could do nothing but watch her shoulders slump, her jaw clenching as she forced herself to keep searching, her fingers growing raw from the frantic pace.

Room after room she went, her movements growing wilder, sloppier, as desperation overtook her. She brushed dust off old notebooks, tore through drawers, her hands now smudged and reddened. She didn’t pause to brush her hair out of her face, strands sticking to her cheeks, slick with sweat and tears. She moved with an intensity that seemed to burn her from the inside out, her breath coming in short, painful bursts, her hands shaking as if they’d forgotten how to hold still.

Finally, she reached the far wall, her eyes wild with grief and fury and the fierce need to make sense of his absence. Gojo’s heart ached, feeling like it was being torn apart in his chest, a physical pain that throbbed with every breath he couldn’t take. He knew what was coming, saw the way her body tensed, her shoulders tightening as if the frustration had built up to an unbearable pressure. She raised her fist and drove it into the wall, the sound of impact shattering the silence, the plaster crumbling under her blow.

Pain flashed across her face as her hand dropped back, knuckles raw and bleeding, but she didn’t even flinch. She only stared at the hole, her chest heaving as she struggled to contain the flood of emotion surging within her. She pressed her bruised hand to her chest, fingers curling inward as though to hold herself together, to keep herself from breaking apart entirely.

The tears she’d fought so hard to hold back finally slipped free, trailing down her cheeks and carving paths through the dust on her skin. Her lips trembled as she took a shuddering breath, and a sound escaped her—a strangled, broken sob that seemed to pull at something deep inside Gojo, a wound that tore wider with every heartbeat.

She collapsed to her knees, clutching her injured hand, shoulders quaking as she buried her face in her arm, her quiet sobs muffled but unmistakable. She was breaking, right before his eyes, and there was nothing he could do. The helplessness was a tangible weight pressing against him, like iron wrapped around his ribs, squeezing tighter with each silent second that passed.

The vision shifted, and he saw a shadow cross the doorway. Megumi. His face was unreadable, eyes dark and concerned as he watched her. For a moment, he just stood there, taking in her small, hunched form, her hand bloodied from the impact. And then, with a gentleness that Gojo hadn’t seen in years, Megumi knelt beside her, a comforting presence in the midst of her storm.

Without a word, he rested a hand on her shoulder, steadying her, grounding her, offering a lifeline in the swirling chaos. She turned to him, her face crumpling as she met his gaze, and in that moment, all the walls she had built shattered. A soft, broken sob escaped her, and she leaned into him, clutching at his shirt as though he were the last solid thing in a world that was falling apart.

Megumi wrapped his arms around her, his grip firm but gentle, his hand moving in slow circles over her back. “It’s okay,” he murmured, his voice low and steady, like an anchor in a raging storm. “You don’t have to do this alone. We’re going to get him back. I promise.”

“But what if… what if we can’t?” she choked out, her voice so small, so full of fear. Her fingers twisted in his shirt, her knuckles white, as if she could hold on to hope through sheer force of will. “I don’t know if I can keep… if I can hold on without him.”

Megumi’s grip tightened, his own face lined with quiet determination. He exhaled a shaky breath, letting her words sink in, then pressed his forehead against hers. “We’ll find a way. He’s still out there. And he’s Satoru Gojo… nothing can keep him down for long.”

She nodded, swallowing her tears, clinging to his words as though they were a lifeline. The two of them huddled there, their forms blurred by her tears, their shared pain a tangible, suffocating weight in the air. Gojo watched, feeling every heartbeat as if it were a knife twisting in his chest. She was so young, too young to bear this burden. They both were. Yet they held on, clinging to each other, refusing to let the world break them.

The vision faded, and he was left in the silent darkness once more, the ache in his chest a constant reminder of everything he’d lost. But beneath the pain, there was a spark—a fierce, unrelenting determination that blazed through the cold. He would come back. He would find a way. And when he did, those who had put them through this, who had left his sister and his student to shoulder the weight of his absence, would pay dearly for their suffering.

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@surielstea

[angelic-wh0re]

Kiss Kiss Fall In Love!!! 𓈒𐅛૮⳿ྀི. ̫ . ̥ᐢꛒ𓂂݂♡

Host club prince! Satoru Gojo x fem! Reader

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You didn’t expect your life to change so drastically after joining your school most prestigious club: The Host Club. With your effortless beauty and magnetic Aura, you quickly became a fan favourite among the both the male and lady guests. Expect, unlike the other host you weren’t as interested in entertaining romantic guests. Instead, your provided a warming and welcoming atmosphere to the host club. That was just how you are. But even with all this you still managed to capture the attention of everyone, including the charming prince himself, Satoru Gojo.

Gojo was impossible for you to ignore. With his outrageous charisma and cocky smile, he easily won over every guest who had set foot through the host club doors. Theres nothing he loved more than being the centre of attention, drawing admirers with his carefree flirting and effortless charm. But he noticed that there was something off about you. While others easily fell for his playful demeanour, you for some reason seemed to be untouched by his flirtatious.

At first, he took it as a challenge. He’d push all your buttons, try to break through your walls. But no matter how many times he’d try to make you laugh or engage you in conversation, you always remained composed, almost aloof. And that intrigued him. It was clear you were a mystery he had to solve.

One evening, Gojo, feeling a little more playful than usual, made a bet with the other hosts. “I’ll get her to fall for me by the end of the month,” he declared, winking at you as he did. “Watch and learn, guys. I’m the prince for a reason.”

“Whatever you say Satoru.” Getou, says rolling his eyes, clearly feed up with his bullshit.

You, who had been quietly listening in from the back of the room, raised an eyebrow. You knew his reputation all too well. But what you didn’t expect was how funny it was to see someone so used to being adored completely out of their element. So, in your typical unbothered style.

Gojo’s smirk only deepened, clearly entertained by the challenge.But what neither of you knew was that things were about to take an unexpected turn.

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Despite his charm and persistence, Gojo found it frustratingly difficult to break through your tough exterior. But instead of backing off, his interest only deepened. It was just Something about you.. your quiet strength, your intelligence, the way you weren’t easily swayed by his usual antics, drove him to step up his game. However, instead of his usual, showy gestures, he began to notice the small, subtle ways you interacted with people. He observed how you listened intently, how you made others feel at ease, and how you didn’t need to be the loudest or the brightest to stand out.

One evening, Gojo caught sight of you, sitting alone in the lounge area, flipping through a book of classic literature with a calm, focused expression. He approached you quietly, leaning against the armrest of the couch. His usual confident grin had softened into something more genuine.

“You always seem so... composed,” Gojo remarked, his tone surprisingly thoughtful.

You looked up, meeting his gaze for a moment before returning to your book. “What’s wrong with being composed?”

“Nothing,” he replied with a small smile. “It’s just... nice. I like it.”

You raised an eyebrow, your interest piqued for the first time in weeks. "You like it? I thought you were more into attention."

Gojo laughed lightly, the sound a bit less carefree than usual. “I like a lot of things. But you, for example, you don’t just want attention. I can respect that. You have your own thing going.”

For a second, you were taken aback. No one had ever quite put it like that before. You blinked slowly, considering his words.

Before you could respond, a soft knock on the door interrupted your conversation. A guest had arrived, and the host club was back in business. Gojo stood up, but before he could turn away, he leaned down, his voice low, “I’ll figure you out eventually. Just you wait.”

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A few days later, things took a strange turn. You began receiving small, thoughtful gifts. nothing extravagant, but still something that piqued your curiosity. A book of poetry, a rare type of tea, a delicate bracelet with a hidden engraving. All came with a card that read only: For you, from someone who admires you more than you know.

The gifts were personal, and while part of you suspected they were from Gojo, you didn’t want to jump to conclusions. He’d never been the type to express himself in such a subtle, genuine way. Besides, you were curious to see how far the mystery would go.

One evening, as you were reading in the lounge again, a small box appeared in front of you. You opened it to find a beautiful silver necklace, shaped like a beautiful flower, with an intricate design etched into it. This time, however, there was no card.

You stared at the necklace for a long moment, your mind racing. Only one person had access to this kind of access and that person was Gojo. But why? Why was he hiding his identity?

Determined to find out, you waited. And the next time Gojo walked by, he didn’t smile. He didn’t tease. Instead, he locked eyes with you, his usual playful arrogance gone.

“Did you like it?” he asked quietly.

You lifted the necklace, your gaze softening. “You’re the one sending these?”

He nodded, a hint of vulnerability creeping into his normally confident stance. “Yeah. I guess... I just didn’t know how to tell you. You’re different, [Y/N]. I don’t know how to handle that.”

For the first time, you saw a side of Gojo that no one else did: someone who was uncertain, someone who wasn’t always sure of himself. And that was when it clicked.

“I don’t need to be charmed or impressed, Gojo,” you said, your voice gentle. “I just need to know that someone is being real with me.”

He took a step closer, his usual cocky grin returning, but there was something more sincere behind it. “Well, then... you know the real me now. Just me, no gimmicks.”

With that, you smiled softly, realizing that, despite his charm and attention-seeking ways, Gojo had given you something far more valuable: his true self.

And as your relationship deepened, so did the mystery of your secret admirer. What started as a playful game had evolved into something far more meaningful—and for the first time in a long while, Gojo was no longer just the prince of the host club. He was your prince.

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໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১: HELLO!!!! I made this while re-watching Ohshc for the 100 time lol

[fandomcentralsstuff]

People who ship Satosugu, Nanago and Sukogo arguing with eachother meanwhile I just want Gojo’s hole stuffed all the time idc who does it

[meiliyus-blog]

My friend was talking abt a black and white dot in her garage and without thinking I said it’s suguru and satoru 😭I can’t anymore I’m abt to labotomy kaisen myself

[keiiseu]

JENNIFER's BODY but FEM STSG REDRAW

ref ↩️

[coye]

I’m happy for Hana! I guess she got her wish, lol.

[fictionfordays]

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Tags: [fluff — f | angst — a | smut — s | dark content — dc]

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[spoksstuff]

Choso 💭 *matchy-matchy = fated brothers*

credits to the original artist @yakult9_chim on X & ig

[gabbyp09]

[analikalee]

[daemontargaryenwhore]

I had enough

[gamblersdoll]

“choso, been an hour.”

“nuh uh.”

you groan, looking down to him as he sucks a nipple of yours. he squeezes the other, relaxing into your warmth. he didn’t always do this sexually, sometimes he just needs to be so close with you.

he also gave butt rubs in a non sexual way as well. he lives for intimacy, and these felt more intimate than sex alone.

this time, he was on edge for whatever reason, stumbling to your house and just holding you. until he mumbled that he wanted to do this, yet he doesnt mean a sexual way.

that was an hour ago, and hes been sucking on the same nipple for an hour.

“chose, baby boy, switch to another nipple.” you say, shifting your body to get even more comfortable.

he groans, looking up at you. “but this my favorite one…”

“… you have a favorite?” you ask, never even heard of that shit.

“yeah, i love both, of course. but.. this one, your right one has a taste–“

“okayyy, you can suckle on that one some more.” you chime in, chuckling when he smiles and pops it back into his mouth.

for you, sure it became sore for a while, but to choso he was in heaven.

[fandomcentralsstuff]

The only one in jjk who was not a bitchless virgin was Geto Suguru

The rest of them were all over-worked and under-fucked

[helloitsshenart]

Average Satosugu morning?

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