#strongest sorcerer

[flashyzz]

T.W— Angst.

Knitted Shut...

"Gosh, stop fucking overreacting, it's just some overtime work." Satoru said to you, irritated and overworked. Fine, you gave up, he won, just like he does every single time you argue. You felt hurt and pained to know that your boyfriend barely has any time for you, no, for your relationship.

You slouched tired and frustrated from the fight you had with your dickhead boyfriend before you finally left to change. "Ugh, whatever, I don't even give a shit now." He said, visibly irked by your presence in the room. I mean— why would you even bother trying to convince him to not go overtime this time but he just won't listen.

And then here comes some girls who would be out there saying— "Gosh it's just overtime!" or "You're so obsessed!". No, they didn't know Satoru's relationship with you and they never will. You were going to the point of insanity by now, it was always overtime or night out with friends or family meetings! What about you? Did he even think about you during his entire life!? You were finished, this was too much negativity in your mind, all you can do now is just lay down and forget.

As you lay down on your bed overthinking about possibly everything in your love life, Satoru comes in. "Hey, doll~" he said in a 'loving' manner. "What do you want, Satoru." You replied to him, this time confused but still angry at him. "Y'know m'so so sorry about everything princess~." "I promise, I will never do it again~". Wow, apparently he's apologizing now? What a jerk he was. "Satoru, we talked about this, and before you mention it, No." You answered him sternly causing him to be angered. "What!?"

Satoru began to shout at you, his pent up frustration had erupted out of his mouth and the next thing you know he slapped you. "Satoru!" You exclaimed, the imprint of his hand on your soft cheeks burned painfully. "I'm sorry love! I didn't mean it!" "Forgive me just this once!" He tried to explain himself but you had already decided, and your decision made him mad.

"That was the FUCKING last straw Gojo!" You thought he wouldn't even have the guts to slap you like that because he loved you, but this just proved your thoughts wrong. His mind was racing with thoughts, what should he do? You weren't accepting any of his apologies and it was already clear that you were about to explode. "Fine." Satoru said.

FINE? That was all he wanted to say!? "FINE MY ASS SATORU!" "I WAS STUPID TO LOVE A SELFISH FUCKING MAN LIKE YOU!" You gasped covering your mouth. What the fuck did you just say..? Gosh, why were you so dumb? What is he gonna say now.?

BOOMBAYAH!!!! :3 YESS IM LAZY!!!

IDGAF

[nanaslutt]

reader riding gojo while gojo throats geto's cock roughly BUT!!!! gojo is wearing a cock ring so he can't cum even when he's being tagged teamed like a slut and having his body absolutely ravished and used just how he likes

his cock would be soooo sore and his balls soooo full and heavy just aching to cum esp when u start squeezing around him while he's inside as geto stuffs his dick balls deep down his throat and leaves jt there to choke him... the poor thing would be crying so hard of pleasure wanting to cum but the cock ring won't let him :/

[symphonyofsilence]

What drives me even more insane about this scene is how you'd expect Gojo to imagine High school era! Geto in the crowd. Or at least not the cult leader, worst of all the curse users Geto Suguru. But no, it's the cult leader Geto. It's Geto as Gojo last remembered him. As Geto last was. Whatever choices Geto made, wherever his choices led him and them, however he was, whoever he was, traumas and messed up ideas and bad choices and ill reputations and scorns and all. Gojo wanted Geto Suguru there. Not any ideal version. Not any "what if" version. Not any "at some point in time before things went downhill" version. Not any "when your hands weren't stained with innocent blood" version. He knew very well what he wanted. And he wanted it all the same. He wanted Geto Suguru. However he was. He just wanted him to be there. He just wanted him to be.

And he didn't want him to help him, he didn't want him to fight with him even if they were strongest together and always fought together for a while. He just wanted him to be there in the crowd and cheer him on. He just wanted him to stand there and give him one of his sweet, heartwarming smiles that shaped his eyes into crescent moons. He just wanted him to be. Then even if Gojo had died in the end anyway, he would have been satisfied. It would have been worth it. Only if Geto was there.

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||The cursed treasure hunt||

reserved au rp with @demon-blood-youths

"Anything yet?" Megumi blinks to hear this but he looks from his cell phone. He didn't know what was going on, giving the thought that something might have happened. Gojo was told Kisho still was on his on going mission to find the cursed items that came from that party. However, it leaves another wondering what was going on. He did have some help along the way so it was something.

Right now, Megumi was told by Gojo to check on him but he was not answering the text messages he sent a while ago. "I don't think so. I can try to call him and see if he can answer the phone instead. Or maybe something is effecting the signal."

"I guess that's possible but give it a shot." Yuji said. Megumi nods and goes to do that, seeing Kisho's number and hits speed dial and waits for him to find something.

"I'm sure they are fine you two..just call them and we will see their fine." Nobara said. Miko agrees hoping they were alright. She wanted to go with them but she was still on stand by to recover.

"S..same here..." she mutters seeing Megumi still waiting for Kisho to pick up.

[bodega-catto]

That goofy and unserious personality that annoys his peers is the same personality that Geto found endearing and immediately connected with. Despite everything Geto loved Gojo the way he was. Not diluted, not as the strongest but just as his pure annoying self.

Some people find hard to understand why after 10 years Gojo couldn’t find it within himself to let go of him. But it’s hard to let yourself being seen and it’s harder when someone sees you and accepts you. After Geto no one has accepted Gojo in the same way and he knows that.

[isolabellz]

handle with care

[augustinewrites]

fushigojos but it's after they break up and megumi keeps catching gojo spying checking in on fushigojo mom

[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

[sugurugayto]

the difference between this

and this

will forever have me in a chokehold.

to think that nanako asking geto who gojo satoru is even promoting him to answer about gojo's strength, and yet even after years after they separated, geto still was the only one who doesn't see/define satoru solely for his strength, but as his best friend (the only one he's had)

bonus:

imagine miminana being fine with letting things be despite satoru killing suguru. usually getting killed by someone whom you love is seen as betrayal, and yet miminana doesn't see it what way. the way i see it, they know how suguru loves satoru and suguru wouldn't have it any other way (dying by satoru's hand)

[vagabond-umlaut]

you: satoru. darling. sweetheart. light of my life. gojo with a nervous chuckle: you're angry with me, aren't you? you, smiling sweetly: livid.

[emrys-merlin]

BAMF EMRYS

[yandere-daydreams]

i’d argue the hotness spectrum should be an axis with elegance/class/respectability on the x and feralness on the y

like sometimes a man is hot in a “brooding roughed up dilf” kinda way and that would go at top class and top feralness, vs a dude who’s hot in a “rabid raccoon i found in the dumpster behind the denny’s” kinda way which is top feral but bottom class.

peak prettyboy is top class bottom feral, like “ethereal fairy prince” vibes and bottom class bottom feral is like “pathetic girlfail who’s trying his best but does actually shower and brush his teeth every day”

i am resonating with you deeply anon,,, i threw together a rough draft with a few more characters than the original spectrum just for an increased sample size, but i still think something's missing. perhaps a possible z axis from 'dilfy' to 'submissive and breedable', but some things are better saved for the second draft.

[chuluoyi]

the snort i let out 😭

[bodega-catto]

They’re so yaoi coded

[alexiethymia]

Still thinking about jjk 223, so I’m gonna ramble a bit. Another thing I like about Utahime and Gojo’s relationship in canon is their thing about Utahime being ‘weak’. It’s their thing. It was set up in our very first introduction to Utahime in the manga, and we find out that it’s been going on since way back into their past when they were just students. It reminds me of another ship of mine, Karma and Okuda in Assassination Classroom, where in the data book it says that Okuda is the one person that Karma feels zero threats from and as a result he can relax and be comfortable around her. 

I like how jjk 223 shows that Gojo in a way relies on Ijichi, someone who doesn’t fight on the frontlines, calling him someone he trusts above all, and Utahime, someone he’s repeatedly teased for being weak. I mean for all that he teases her about her supposed weakness, she never gets down about that, and instead reacts with anger at his disrespect (and I guess that’s another thing that I like about their relationship in that Utahime genuinely seems to see this op greatest sorcerer of all time as just some cheeky brat). Because there’s no doubt that Gojo is lonely as a sole pillar, but ‘weak’ people get to band and work together. 

Perhaps treading into headcanon territory, but perhaps because of this supposed weakness, Gojo gets to be comfortable around her. I mean in not so many (and rude) words, he says it himself. There was no doubt in his mind, Utahime could never be the traitor. Because she’s weak (ha). Even if she is weak, she’s not scared of him and will call him out on his bs (unlike say Ijichi whom he can bully around lol). As a fellow teacher, that bond of trust is quite important since they have the same goal in protecting and raising their students.  

tldr: I think the people that Gojo considers weak are people he can let his guard down around and it’s wonderful that he gets to rely on and work together with other people now in a way that he might not have allowed himself to before + As much as I enjoy gojohime in fics, I also do appreciate this subtle bond of trust they have in canon.

[wolke17]

it’s scary how he immediately picked on how neutral limitless works just by fighting gojo once