#utahime iori —＊ic

[yookimi]

"who's texting you?" // yea he's nosy lol. for utahime

* ✻ — 𝐛𝐨𝐨 ! 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 ❞ ( accepting ) @impishsensei

lips are downturned , a frown pressed to . eyebrows angle and frame ( briefly ) closed eyes . a sigh pulls itself from those same lips , annoyed . she ' s not sure why he thinks he needs to know , or deserves to know . SHE KNEW she should have turned her phone on vibrate when being near him ( a general rule really : he ' s nosy ) . ❝ hmm ? ❞ lips pull apart , a smile turning over the frown prior , the pad of her pointer finger tap . . . tap . . . taps against her chin ., gaze slips to the side as she turns her face , ❝ oh ! . . . that . . . is none of your business ❞

[sleepytortoises]

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||Jujutsu Kaisen #2 muse tag dump||

~Maki Zenin(Jujutsu Kaisen) 

~Yuta Okkotsu(Jujutsu Kaisen)

~Uraume (Jujutsu Kaisen)

~Utahime Iori (jujutsu Kaisen)

~Kasumi Miwa (Jujutsu Kaisen)

[nanaminokanojo]

BAD NEWS | CHAPTER INDEX/PROLOGUE (Part 1-64)

-just when you thought you were over your humongous crush on your older brother’s best friend, geto suguru, you couldn’t be more dead wrong, and maybe there isn’t really anything holding you back from acting on it now that you’re all grown up…except satoru doesn’t like suguru for you because he knows his kind all too well: a huge ass playboy who breaks hearts like he changes socks. but you think. MAYBE you’ll be the exception...maybe not.

CHARACTERS: drummer!geto suguru x (fem/afab) reader x guitarist!sukuna | gojo satoru | itadori yuuji | kugisaki nobara | fushiguro megumi | sukuna | fushiguro toji | nanami kento | choso | tsukumo yuuki | shoko ieiri | utahime iori

GENRE: full-length smau + prose | band au, tats, piercings, the whole shebang | college au | stupid pining | aged-up characters | friends to lovers (?) | this is gonna have smutty stuff because why not?

TW/CW: strong/mature language | adult content so mdni on some parts; just skip them. you’re not missing much | mentions of alcohol, drugs | mentions of cheating, promiscuity, mild dubcon (consent >>>), etc. | again, god-awful pet names i’d cringe at if a 3d person says it | toxic behavior | will add more if something arises

AKI’S NOTES: I would like to express my sincerest thanks to everyone who loved and supported “Thawing Ice Queen” as well as those who participated in the poll on which smau I’m going to write next. So, this is what won in said poll, and I hope it gets as much as love as TIQ if not more. Reblogs and likes are very much appreciated, and I actively respond to comments as well as Asks. Also, if you’re interested, I will include you in the tag list. Just message me through whatever avenue you’re most comfortable with. Happy reading!

ADDITIONAL NOTES: i will be using pics and other media which would fit situations and make the smau-ness of this piece a little more realistic and entertaining when i believe it’s appropriate/fitting to the plot (as i've done with TIQ). having said that, with regard to inclusivity, i just want to put it out there that they will not necessarily be aimed as the exact descriptions to fit a supposedly generic reader nor will they be representative of a specific race or color (even if you’re/the reader is gojo’s sister here). it’s all for the simple fact of media availability, for funsies and the fact that i don’t exclusively write in consideration of those aspects when using reader-insert characters unless i specify it. thank you for understanding.

MASTERLIST

CHAPTERS: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15

16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30

31 | 32 | 33 | 34 | 35 | 36 | 37 | 38 | 39 | 40 | 41 | 42 | 43 | 44 | 45

46 | 47 | 48 | 49 | 50 | 51 | 52 | 53 | 54 | 55 | 56 | 57 | 58 | 59 | 60

61 | 62 | 63 | 64 | CHAPTER INDEX II

© ORIGINAL WORK BY nanaminokanojo. CHARACTERS ARE INSPIRED BY GEGE AKUTAMI’S “JUJUTSU KAISEN”. [20240331]

PHOTOS/IMAGES/GIF/FANART/ANY MEDIA CREDITS GO TO THE RESPECTIVE OWNERS.

[missmatchablossom]

The Champion's Babysitter

Pokemon x JJK AU

summary: you are the newest dragon-type gym leader, and you've just been tasked with babysitting the pokemon champion gojo satoru, who has not been taking his job seriously.

a.n.: fem reader, a couple of curse words, kinda slow burn romance, fluffy, cute pokemon interactions, 6.8k words. shoutout @silkspunweb for putting this AU in my head <3

~

“I’m sorry, could you please repeat that? I’m afraid I’m not following,” you asked, nerves overwhelming your senses as you stood before the four toughest pokemon trainers in the region: the Elite Four.

It was impossible not to be in awe of some of the world’s most renowned fighters. How could you just stand there, not shitting your pants, when you spent so many hours watching footage of their pokemon battles? You had the utmost respect for the four figures sitting before you.

Nanami Kento, the Steel-Type master

Okkotsu Yuta, the Dark-Type expert

Fushiguro Toji, the Poison-Type wielder

Iori Utahime, the Ice-Type genius

It was an honor to be granted a private audience with them upon their request. But your reverence was halted once Nanami began delivering the news to you.

“We are asking that you oversee the business of Gojo,” he said, looking you squarely in the eyes as he adjusted his glasses.

“Gojo, as in Gojo Satoru? Our current pokemon champion?” you asked incredulously, eyes flickering between the four people before you, desperate for clarification.

“The very same one,” Yuta answered, smiling at you sympathetically.

“What do you mean by oversee?” you continued, turning towards Utahime.

“As I’m sure you’ve already heard on the news, Champion Gojo has been neglecting his post as of late. Recent challengers have been showing up to battles to find him missing,” she responded, brows furrowing in distaste. The Frosslass at her side nodded her assent.

It was true, it’s been all over TV lately. The celebrated, undefeated champion has been ghosting any challengers. The footage that you see of him nowadays is of him lounging around at different cafes, snapping pictures of the sweets he’s indulging in.

Pathetic, you thought.

“His hedonism is causing a lot of uproar. It’s a huge pain in the ass,” Nanami added, as the others murmured in agreement.

“We’d like you to check in with him now and then…encourage him to take his position more seriously,” Yuta said, the gaze of his dusclops behind him unsettling you.

You blinked a few times.

“Why me?” you asked. The four exchanged loaded glances you struggled to decipher. You could’ve sworn that Yuta’s smile felt more mischievous than usual, like he knew something you didn’t.

“You’re one of the most promising young trainers we’ve seen in a long time. The gym leaders you’ve battled and your fellow peers have vouched for you as someone of great integrity, valor, and talent. We’ve seen it ourselves.�� Utahime said, causing your chest to swell with pride.

“The decision to make you the newest Dragon-type gym leader was unanimous. We hope you don’t take that lightly,” Nanami revealed. 

“Thank you, it means a lot to me,” you said. You’d worked hard your entire life to become a gym leader worthy of the Dragon-type pokemon you hold near and dear to your heart. But they were still dancing around why they wanted you to do anything with the champion.

“Forgive me for asking, but what can I do that the rest of you cannot?” you pressed, ignoring the bored yawn from Toji.

“Gojo won’t listen to us. But we believe he will at least find interest in a fellow Dragon-type specialist, especially one as strong as you,” Yuta responded.

It was common knowledge that while our champion could wield any type of pokemon, he favored Dragon-types. Not many could say the same, as most trainers found it difficult to work with the stubborn, overpowering nature that is Dragon-type pokemon. 

Toji’s heavy sigh filled the room, the weedle around his shoulders tilting its head at you.

“Look kid, we’re asking you to be his babysitter. Follow him around, challenge him to battles, do whatever you need to get his ass back to work so he can stop being a pain in ours.” Toji stated gruffly, crossing his arms and leveling you with a look.

Nanami fired a look of quiet distaste in his direction, focusing back on you.

“My apologies for his tactlessness, but he’s not wrong. We know it’s a big task, but you’re the only one we can ask,” Nanami said, his Lucario nodding its head. 

“You might even learn something from him. Few people can say they got to train with Champion Gojo,” Utahime pressed, quipping her brow. 

She got you there. While you dedicated countless hours watching pokemon battles of each of the elite 4, you studied Gojo’s battles religiously. There was no documented battle of his that you didn’t know like the back of your hand, and no matter how many times you’d seen him fight, you always felt the same awe and respect watching his talent.

The elite 4 and their pokemon stared at you intensely, waiting for your response. How could you refuse, when some of the top trainers in the world were practically begging you for this favor?

“I’ll do it if you really think I can help,” you said, fiddling with your fingers nervously. 

All of them - minus Toji - notably relaxed their shoulders, thanking you. 

“We’ve synced up your pokedex with his so you can always locate each other. You have a pokemon capable of flying, yes?” Utahime said, handing you your updated pokedex. You nodded, slipping it into your pocket.

“Perfect. Why don’t you pay him a visit?” Yuta said, smiling angelically at you. It seemed like you didn’t have a choice, not with the way they were all looking expectantly. 

“All right. I’ll forward updates in the coming weeks,” you said, nodding to the rest of them as you turned to leave. 

Before you reached the exit, a soft paw pad touched your shoulder. You turned to face Nanami’s Lucario, which was holding out a can of lemonade in its paws. You reached out to grab the can, smiling at the pokemon.

“For me?” you asked, brows furrowing as the Lucario shook its head.

“For…Gojo?” you asked, and immediately the Lucario smiled and nodded. 

“Alright, I’ll pass it to him. Thank you,” you said, waving as you left. 

Once you were outside the building, you released a sigh. Salamence immediately popped out of his pokeball, letting out a mixture of chuffs and roars and he nudged you with his nose. 

You laughed, placing your hand under his chin and scratching.

“I’m alright buddy, I promise,” you said. You were incredibly bonded to all of your pokemon, but Salamence had a special place in your heart. He has always been your proud protector, ever since you came across him when he was an injured, weak Bagon.

Flipping open the map on your Pokedex, you located Gojo near a seaside town.

“Alright, ready to fly bud?” you asked Salamence. He roared in excitement as you jumped onto his back.

~

The soothing music of the waves against the shore always calmed you. Before you became a gym leader, you often visited the beach to relax and let your water-types splash around. 

You didn’t even need your pokedex to locate the champion, who was garnering attention from every person nearby as he sat at the local cafe. He was practically surrounded by people, the shine of his silvery hair being the only thing singling him out in a crowd so big. 

There was only one trick up your sleeve that was a sure-fire way of getting a crowd’s attention. Grabbing two of your pokeballs, you allowed Kingdra and Gyrrados to come out into the water. 

They both jumped in immediately, happily swimming around as you laughed.

“Alright you two, I need you both to execute plan sparkle,” you said. They voiced their agreement and immediately began performing a dual variation of the move dragon dance in the water, causing major splashes and ripples that began drawing the huge crowd of people away from Gojo and towards them.

You shot them a thumbs-up before making your way over to the champion. It almost pissed you off how nonchalant he looked, leaning back in his chair with his legs stretched out, like there wasn’t anywhere he should be. His famous luxray lay at his feet, curled up next to a plate of what looked like poke puffs. Once he spotted you, he rose to his full stature, positioning himself in front of his trainer in a protective stance. You offered the Luxray a treat from your pocket, and the pokemon gently took it in his mouth before retreating to Gojo’s side.

“Champion Satoru Gojo,” you began, squaring your shoulders. 

He glanced up at you immediately, his cerulean eyes peeking out behind a pair of black sunglasses that sat perched at the end of his nose. His silvery hair was down, brushing against his eyes ever so slightly from the sea breeze. 

A hint of surprise ran across over his features, fast enough that you almost didn’t catch it.

“My name is-”

“I know who you are, dragon prodigy,” Gojo said, calling you by your nickname. 

He knows who I am?

“May I ask why our esteemed champion is here, instead of facing all the challengers you have lined up to defeat you?” you asked, crossing your arms.

He smiled at you, sending a stampede of butterfrees down your body. Gojo wasn’t famed for just his prowess in pokemon battle, no. He was one of the most famous champions for his beauty, especially with that signature smile of his.

“Looking to battle me, are you?” he said, crossing his arms over his head as he tilted his head down to get a good look at you.

“I’d never turn down a battle, but I’m not interested in your title, champion,” you said, a note of disdain in your voice. He raised a brow at you, as if he couldn’t believe a trainer didn’t want to become the coveted title of pokemon champion.

“Oh? Then why have you tracked me down here, miss prodigy,” he asked, reaching down to pet his Luxray. 

“I’ve been tasked with making sure you get back to work. Please return to your post so I can return to my gym,” you said, failing at keeping the bite away from your words.

He stretched his long arms up, humming to himself as he considered your command.

“How about this? If you can retrieve the one thing I’m craving right now, I’ll return to the Pokemon League for today,” he said cheekily.

“How am I supposed to know what you’re cr-”

“You have 5 minutes. Good luck!” 

Bastard.

You trudged back towards the beach, not bothering to waste your time on a fool’s errand. You were already mentally preparing your apology letter to the elite 4.

At least Kingdra and Gyrrados are having fun, you thought to yourself. 

Your two water types continued to dance around in the water, thriving off the attention of all of the onlookers. 

You felt his pokeball rattle against its spot in your pack before Salamence came out, seeming to sense your frustration.

“Can you believe it, Sal? The unbeatable Gojo Satoru is wasting his time here and ignoring his job. Think about how many people look up to him as champion!” you exclaimed, pacing as Salamence nodded his head.

That’s why they say never meet your heroes.

“He asked me to find his craving in 5 minutes. How the hell am I supposed to know what he’s craving? I barely met the man. I just know he likes sweets from all those interviews,” you admitted, shaking your head. 

Salamence suddenly began nudging at the backpack you laid on the ground, tipping it over until its contents began to spill out.

“Hey knock it off bud, are you hungry or something?” you asked, reaching to gather the spilled contents. You paused when you laid eyes on the can of lemonade given to you by Nanami’s Lucario.

“There’s no way,” you mumbled to yourself, holding the can in your hands. 

Worth a shot, I guess, you thought.

“Salamence, return.” Once your dragon was safely tucked back into his pokeball, you strode back to the champion, placing the can of lemonade on the table before him.

Gojo looked at you incredulously, then eyed the lemonade with a look you struggled to pinpoint.

“Satisfied?” you asked, bracing yourself for a rejection.

Instead, the sincere smile gracing his features took you by surprise. The way he picked it up made it seem like it was something precious, and suddenly the champion looked much younger.

“I am,” he said, moving to stand up to his impressive height. He towered over you, forcing you to look up as he stepped into your space. You gulped as you took notice of how stupidly handsome this man was. 

“You win for today. But I’m sure I’ll see you again soon,” he drawled, stunning you with a wink. 

You watched silently as he walked away, his enormous Charizard appearing before him. You gawked at the beautiful pokemon, the dragon-type lover in you urging you to come closer.

He was gone within seconds, leaving you with a lingering funny feeling, especially after seeing that last smile. It was nothing like the smiles you were familiar with - the arrogant smiles he wore after each victory, the charming smiles he put on for each interview. You grew lost in thought as you tried swallowing the urge to make him smile like that again.

What did I get myself into?

~

“Altaria, use peck!” you yelled, watching your pokemon dive toward the challenger’s Machoke. The Machoke stumbled back with the force of the hit, but quickly righted itself. 

“Machoke, use low sweep!” your challenger yelled, his pokemon wasting no time in kicking out its feet against your Altaria. 

Your pokemon dodged skillfully, evading the assault with minimal effort. After a couple more turns, your Altaria finished off the opponent’s pokemon with a final peck.

“And the winner is, our Gym Leader! Better luck next time, trainer Itadori,” your gym assistant said.

The boy named Itadori Yuji sank to his knees dramatically, placing his head in his hands as he yelled out in sorrow. 

“You fought well Itadori,” you said, offering your hand to him. 

“Wait, really?!” he exclaimed, taking your hand. His look of despair was immediately replaced with hope, reminiscent of a puppy.

“Yes, that Machoke of yours is quite strong. My advice is to work a bit more on type matchups,” you said, smiling as he eagerly noted your tips.

“Alright, just you wait! I’ll train even harder and I’ll beat you in no time,” he exclaimed, the fire once again alight in his eyes.

“I look forward to it,” you said genuinely, watching as he ran out of the gym in record time. And you meant it. While he was a little sloppy, he fought bravely, and with raw power you haven’t seen in a while. You could definitely see him challenging Gojo one day.

You reached up to stroke Altaria’s feathers, commending her for another battle well done. 

“Okay, the rest of you can come out now,” you said aloud, smiling as the other 5 pokemon in your party came out of their pokeballs and began cheering for your victory.

Suddenly, Salamence began growling towards the platform where you usually held your battles. A familiar figure sat perched on the steps, smiling down at you like you were old friends.

“Congrats on the win, dragon prodigy,” Gojo said, unaffected by the rising hostility from Salamence.

“Easy bud, it's okay,” you said, patting his side. 

“How long have you been here?” you said, struggling to comprehend how he evaded notice.

“Long enough to see you bullshit that battle with Yuji,” he said, pissing you off with his infuriating smile.

“Excuse me?” you asked, debating on letting Salamence go off on him.

“With your skillset, you’re capable of defeating his pokemon with a single move from each of yours. Yet each of his pokemon lasted longer than they should’ve,” he said meaningfully, his long steps quickly eating up the distance between you two. 

“Why is that?” he asked, suddenly much closer to you, ignoring the snarling from Salamence. 

You looked straight into his blue eyes, intrigued by how they were flicking back and forth between your own, studying you.

“Every time I defeat a challenger that way, it crushes their spirit. I’m still beating them, but I’m giving them a bit more confidence and practice this way,” you answered, turning away from him.

It broke your heart to see the look of utter defeat on each challenger’s face when you actually fought even close enough to your full strength.

Gojo hummed, shaking his head at you.

“You’re setting them up for failure. You’re giving these kids the false hope that their pokemon are strong enough to stand against your own, then when they finally get to the elite 4, they won’t stand a chance,” he said, piercing you with his words.

“Then they won’t have a single hope against me,” he continued coldly, watching for your reaction.

You never thought about it that way, how taking it easy on your challengers could be hurting them more than helping them.

“My advice: don’t hold back. I’d love to watch that beautiful fighting style of yours when you’re serious,” he said lowly, placing something cold in your hands before walking away.

You looked down at your hands quizzically, finding a can of lemonade. 

“It’s the best after a fight!” Gojo yelled over his shoulder before he left.

You stood in silence, mulling over his words over and over again. 

~

You slid your pokedex back into your pocket after confirming you found the right building. 

Pokemon Trainer’s School was written in bold letters on the first sign you saw. 

Your entrance into the building turned a few heads, and you earned a good amount of wide-eyed smiles and points as you searched the building for a certain champion.

“It’s the 8th gym leader!”

“The dragon prodigy is here!”

“Oh my gosh let's go get an autograph!”

You smiled and waved politely at each of them, making your way through each room until you finally spotted Gojo, standing in front of a chalkboard of a small class of students.

His eyes flickered to yours, but he continued talking as if he were expecting you.

“In order for you to defeat dragon-type pokemon, it’s best to use Ice and Fairy-type pokemon. But make sure to study the types of your opponent, and be weary of dual-types,” he said.

You narrowed your eyes at him, which he of course ignored.

“Ah, perfect timing. Class, we have a special treat for today! A lesson from the very own dragon gym leader herself!” Gojo announced, gesturing to you. 

You froze as 6 heads turned your way, various levels of shock written across each of their faces.

“A lesson from the gym leader herself, so cool!” the boy you recognized as Itadori yelled, pumping his fist.

You plastered on a polite smile as you walked up to the front towards Gojo, leaning into his space while the students were buzzing with chatter.

“Teaching them how to defeat me, are you? You’re such a dick,” you said quietly, nudging him in the ribs.

“Worried?” he countered, the grin evident in his voice. 

“You wish,” you snapped, trying not to smile. It didn’t bother you, truly. What you were really trying to wrap your head around was why the elite champion was spending his afternoon teaching such a small class of trainers instead of battling his own challengers.

“Perfect, then you don’t mind teaching us a lesson about how to beat dragon types then right? Thank you!” he said, moving aside to sit amongst his students. You flipped him off before any of the kids could see, then focused your attention on the students staring at you expectantly.

“Alright, dragon types 101 then,” you said, launching into a lesson explaining almost everything you knew about your favorite type of pokemon.

The students listened attentively, surprising you with their engagement and the thoughtfulness of their questions. Class flew by in the blink of an eye, and soon enough you were alone in the classroom with Gojo.

He let out a whistle as you sat next to him on top of one of the desks.

“You’re a natural. Ever thought about teaching?” he said.

“Not really. But that was nice actually, those kids are very smart,” you admitted, smiling at the champion.

From the way his eyes widened ever so slightly, it must have thrown him off, seeing you smile for the first time like that. 

“They are. I’ll bet you the future champion is among them,” he said sincerely, smiling warmly for once. 

It tickled at your chest, the way his different expressions made you feel. You felt greedy to see more sides of him.

“Is that why you’re here, instead of doing your job?” you asked softly, nudging your knee against him.

“I’d much rather be here training these kids to become the best, than have to waste my time battling a bunch of rowdy upstarts who would abuse the champion title,” he said truthfully.

“Is that why you’re avoiding battles? Scared someone will beat you?” you asked curiously, studying the way his long lashes fanned against his cheek when he looked down.

“Nah. More like I don’t want to bother with kids who have zero chance beating me. It’s way more fun to train these kids to become strong enough to beat me. I’d be happy to hand over my title to one of them, someday,” he said, nudging you back.

His words made you pause. 

“That was the most decent thing I’ve ever heard you say,” you said, thoughtfully, admiring the way the light of the late afternoon made his hair seem to glow.

“That's rude as hell,” he said, causing you to burst out in laughter. By the time you finished, you realized he’d been staring at you, making a blush creep up your cheeks.

“What?” you said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear nervously.

“What do I have to do to make you laugh like that again?” he asked genuinely, unleashing a hoard of butterfrees in your stomach.

You raised your brows, waiting for him to crack a joke or say something stupid again. But he didn’t, he was serious.

“Go back to the Pokemon League and do your job, then I’ll give you an award,” you said, smiling at the look of interest on his face.

“Hmm, since you were so kind to teach my kids a lesson, I’ll go back to work,” he said, rising up to his impressive stature.

“But I expect my reward to be paid in advance,” he said, leaning down so his face was inches away from yours. 

You blushed furiously as his eyes flickered down to your lips.

Clearing your throat, you calmed yourself, plastering the sweetest smile you could muster on your lips.

“Close your eyes then,” you said as silkily as you could, trailing your left hand up his arm. 

The champion froze, eyes widening before he complied and shut them. You fought a giggle before pressing the can of lemonade against his lips, enjoying the way his eyes shot open in surprise. 

He grabbed the can from your hand before you dashed out of the room, giggling at your prank. You heard his hearty laughter echoing across the halls before you left.

~

It was a rare day off you had to yourself. No gym challengers, no chasing Gojo, just you and your Pokemon lounging at the beach. 

The elite 4 sent you a thank you letter, claiming Gojo’s attendance had gone up significantly since you started checking up on him. They told you to take the week off, and you gladly did. There was an odd pang in your chest, though. You had become accustomed to seeing the champion, used to facing the different challenges he gave you that would get him back to work. He was undoubtedly annoying and cocky, yet you dared to find yourself missing him and the way he made you laugh.

Beach. Enjoy the beach, you urged yourself.

Kingdra and Gyrrados were racing each other in the water, joined by a couple of wild water pokemon. Altaria was soaring with a flock of wingulls, showing off her speed. Goodra and Garchomp were playing in the sand, creating what looked like a giant hole. Salamence was content to be laying at your side, sunbathing next to you. 

You broke out of your daze once Altaria started nudging you with her wing. 

“What’s up Tari? Are you already done flying?” you said, sitting up as you pressed your sunglasses to the top of your head. 

You were taken aback to see that the sunny skies had been completely replaced with angry stormclouds, threatening to unleash their rain at any second.

“Oh geez, it’s about to start pouring huh,” you said, quickly gathering up your things. 

You returned the rest of your party to their pokeballs, where they would be safe from the incoming storm.

The rain began coming down heavily, and you dashed out of the sand to take cover under a tree. 

An ear-piercing cry startled you, and you turned to see two kids standing next to rocks by the shore.

“Hey you two! It’s dangerous to be out here when it's storming!” you yelled, walking towards the young kids.

They turned their identical faces towards you, both streaked with tears. 

“Please rescue our Eevee!” one of them cried, clinging to you. 

“She was swimming when the storm started. We can’t find her anywhere!” the other said.

You knelt to be eye-level with them, grabbing one of their hands in each of yours.

“I’ll find her for you, okay? But I need you both to stay hidden. It’s dangerous when it rains, the stronger pokemon tend to come out,” you warned. 

“Salemence!” you yelled, watching as your pokemon appeared before you.

The twins looked at him with a mix of fear and awe as he quickly lifted his wings to shield them from the rain.

“I need you to stay with him okay? He’ll keep you safe while I rescue your Eevee,” you said. They nodded, huddling together against your pokemon.

Salamence immediately roared in protest, undoubtedly refusing to leave your side.

“I need you to protect them Sally, please. I’ll be okay, I promise,” you said, dropping your backpack next to him. You grabbed the mouthpiece that allowed you to breathe underwater, then dove into the sea before you had a chance to chicken out.

The freezing temperature of the water was a shock to your system. You had to rescue this Eevee fast if you wanted to avoid frostbite. You had honed your body to withstand extreme climates as you trained alongside your pokemon, but even you knew you couldn’t last long in this weather.

You swam furiously, dodging every pokemon within your radius. Not all of them would charge at you to battle, but the rain made it practically impossible to distinguish which pokemon was what, and you didn’t want to risk finding out. While treading water, you spotted a blur of brown on a group of rocks.

Swimming closer, you spotted a little Eevee, soaked wet and shivering. The poor thing looked up at you with sad, scared eyes as you hopped out of the water to approach it. 

“It’s okay little one, I’m here to rescue you okay?” you said through chattering teeth. You struggled to feel your fingers, but you forced yourself to take out the pokeball you borrowed from the twins anyways.

“I’ll get you back to your trainer. Eevee, return,” you said, breathing a sigh of relief once the pokemon was safely back into its ball.

Tucking the ball inside a small pouch you carried, you dove back into the water. To your dismay, a school of tentacruels were gathering near the surface of the water, and you knew them to be aggressive. You’d have to dive deeper into the water to avoid being spotted, but you were running out of time before the cold would give incapacitate you.

Mustering all your strength, you swam the distance back to shore, unable to gather the energy to do anything except lean against a rock just beyond the reach of the water. 

Salamence ran to you immediately, the two twins hot on his trail. Once he reached you, he whined and nudged at you, but you were too cold to move. The continued assault of the rain didn’t help the excruciating chill you were feeling.

“S-she’s s-safe,” you bit out, shakily placing Eevee’s pokeball back in the hands of the twins, who cried as they thanked you. 

“S-sal, please g-get them t-to the p-pokemon c-center,” you said, your shivers becoming so violent it was near impossible to talk. 

Salamence whined, refusing to move. He covered all three of you with his wings, and you had no strength left to chide him for ignoring you.

You vaguely heard the twins speaking to you, asking if you were okay. But you could barely register their words with the cold seeping into your bones, numbing your brain and making you feel sleepy. 

“Shit,” you heard from a familiar voice. You felt his hand against your cheek before he released a hiss.

“You’re fucking freezing,” he said, and you cracked your eyes open enough to see the panic racing against his beautiful features. 

“G-gojo?” you chattered, wondering if the hypothermia was getting to your brain and making you see things.

“Salamence, please get the kids to safety,” Gojo asked. You heard Salamence growl in response.

“I promise I will help your trainer, but I can’t do that if I need to help them too. Please,” he said, surprising you with how softly he spoke to your pokemon. 

It must have worked, as you heard the beating of his wings that meant he took flight. Probably to the nearest Pokemon Center to bring the twins to safety. 

“Bear with me for a sec,” Gojo said, lifting you up with one arm under your legs and one across your lower back. 

“I’m f-fucking c-cold,” you said, shaking violently in his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I know baby. I’ll get you warm,” he said, breaking out into a sprint. You clung to him as much as you could, releasing your grip once the sound of the rain became muffled. 

He set you down gently against what felt like a wall of rock. The cold bit into your skin, but at least it was dry here. 

Gojo knelt to face you, taking your face in his hands. You leaned your cheek into his warm palms, feeling overwhelmed with relief at seeing his familiar face. 

“I need to get you out of your wet clothes, okay?” he said, not moving until you nodded. Once you did, he made quick work of your outfit, stripping you down until you were completely bare before him. 

Any embarrassment you felt was overshadowed by the determination in his eyes, the hard set to his mouth that you rarely ever caught without a smile. A part of you wished he’d crack a joke or say something stupid to piss you off and lighten the mood, but he didn’t.

Reaching into his pack, he swiped a hand towel and began silently running it across your body, drying you swiftly as you continued to shiver. 

His cerulean eyes shimmered with focus as he stripped off his own clothing, slipping his own shirt over your frame. You sighed with relief as the warm, dry fabric of his shirt soothed your chilled skin, hanging over you like a dress and enveloping you with his clean scent. 

“Better?” he asked, taking your frozen fingers into his hands, and exhaling onto them to warm them up.

You nodded, warmth filling your body with how gently he was treating you. Your eyes traveled town his toned torso, admiring how his body seemed sculpted out of marble.

“But won’t you be c-cold?” you asked, wrapping your arms tightly against yourself.

“Worry about yourself, prodigy. Your lips are blue,” he said, settling himself behind you in only his pants and boots.

He placed his hands onto your hips, lifting you slightly and settling you on his lap. You gasped as the warmth of his front began seeping into your back, his arms cradling you and he continued to wordlessly rub your hands between his. It felt incredibly intimate.

He’s just doing it to save your life, calm down, you thought to yourself.

He paused for a second, reaching his hand to grab something from his pocket.

“Charizard,” he said. Within seconds, the pokemon appeared before your eyes, staring down at you. 

“We need your fire. Please,” Gojo said, jerking his head down towards you.

Charizard nodded, laying down on its stomach, positioning the tip of its tail in front of you and Gojo. The fire at the tip of its tail provided you with immediate relief. 

After a while, the shivering racking your body subsided, and your teeth finally stopped chattering.

“Thank you. Both of you,” you said quietly, breaking the silence. Charizard made a sound that you took as “you’re welcome, I guess,” and Gojo’s arms around you tightened.

“You could’ve died, you know,” Gojo said lowly, his voice tickling the shell of your ear.

“I know,” you answered, squeezing his hands that held yours.

“Why would you put yourself at risk like that?” he asked more calmly than you’d expected, rubbing slow circles into your palms.

“I couldn’t just leave their Eevee out there. It would’ve died,” you said, observing the rain still heavily pouring outside of the cave. There’s not a single doubt in your mind that their Eevee would’ve lost it’s life had you not saved it, either from drowning or from hypothermia.

“Why didn’t you have your pokemon help you? You have water types,” Gojo pressed, leaning forward to rest his chin on your shoulder, causing you to shiver.

“I couldn’t risk any of them getting injured. They’re too precious to me,” you said.

Gojo heaved a heavy sigh, the warmth of his exhale tickling across the sensitive skin near your nape.

“You and your bleeding heart,” he said, a mixture of resignment and admiration in his voice.

“Can’t say I wouldn’t have done the same. But I would’ve at least called for help first,” he said, making you laugh.

“Right, how did you know to find me here?” you asked, warm enough to turn in his lap to face him. Your breath caught as you realized just how close he was to you, and you couldn’t help your eyes as they lingered on his perfectly pink lips.

You’d never been close enough to him before to see the little flecks of silver that made his eyes shine. His silvery hair was slightly damp from the rain, a few strands curling around his face that made him seem younger. He was devastatingly beautiful.

He reached out to tuck a stray piece of your hair behind your ear.

“I just had a sudden urge to see you. I’ve become so used to seeing your pretty face show up everywhere I go, that I got lonely when you stopped,” he said honestly. You smiled. 

“Imagine my surprise when I get here and you’re freezing to death. You really scared me back there,” he said, his throat bobbing.

He was frightened for you. He saved you. He cared about you.

You leaned forward, gingerly wrapping your arms around his neck in a tight hug. He returned it immediately, wrapping his hands across your shoulders. His hands traced small circles into your skin, as if he needed to keep touching you to make sure you were still there.

“I’m sorry. Thank you,” you whispered into his ear, rubbing your cheek against the silky skin of his shoulder. 

The two of your relaxed in the silence, the sound of the rain and Charizard’s breathing becoming strangely comforting.

The sound of a familiar roar shook you from your thoughts, as Salamence landed at the front of the cave, a package in his mouth.

“Sally!” you yelled, attempting to get up from Gojo’s lap. His long fingers grasped your hips, tugging you back down to him.

“You’re not warm enough yet. Stay,” he said, earning him a warning growl from Salamence.

Salamence shook off the rain at the entrance of the cave, walking towards you. Him and Charizard exchanged a few snarls, but neither of them actually made any moves towards the other. 

You stuck your arm out, and Salamence stuck his nose against your palm.

“You okay bud? You’re soaked,” you said, feeling the chill from the rain on his skin. He chuffed, depositing the package in his mouth beside you.

Gojo unwrapped it, finding a set of dry clothes and a few towels. The pokemon centers usually prepared these packages for extreme weather, and the twins must have alerted one of the nurses to send him off with one.

“Good job,” Gojo said, reaching out his hand to pat Salemence. To your complete surprise, Salamence accepted his touch, closing his eyes contently as Gojo scratched his chin. 

“Let’s get you changed and head out. I’d rather get you checked out to be safe first, that okay?” Gojo asked, rubbing his hands up and down your arms, checking how warm you were.

You nodded, wishing he would never stop touching you.

~

Luckily, you narrowly avoided hypothermia or frostbite thanks to Gojo. You were able to recover quickly, and before you knew it you were back at your platform inside of your gym.

“How many challengers do we have today?” you asked your gym assistant, feeding Garchomp a pokepuff. 

“Um, one,” he said, eyes darting left to right nervously. 

“Just one?” you questioned, noticing how your assistant looked more anxious than usual. You were used to battling 4-5 challengers a day, making sure to give your pokemon ample rest between. It was unusual for you to only have one battle.

“Yes ma’am. He requested he be the only one,” your assistant said, fiddling with his pokedex.

“Requested? Who the hell does this guy think he is,” you said, glaring at the trembling teenager. It was very bold to request to be the only challenger at a gym - it usually implied that the trainer thought very highly of themselves.

“The champion,” Gojo said, stepping up from the staircase, smirking at you cockily.

You furrowed your brows as you stared at the Champion. He was actually dressed in his fighting attire - a dark blue zip-up with his collar popped up, and matching pants. You had to admit he looked damn good in it, even though he looked great in everything.

“You’re challenging me today?” you asked, placing you hands on your hips as you gawked at him in disbelief. To your dismay, Salamence came barreling up to him, nuzzling his side like they were old friends. 

“Yup,” he said, happily complying with Salamence’s demands for pets. Gojo walked up to you, stopping just a few feet before you. 

“I challenge you, dragon prodigy. If I win, you’ll let me take you out on a date,” he said, flashing an infuriatingly bright smile at you as he winked.

You threw your head back as you shook with laughter. Only he would be extra enough to challenge you to a battle in order to ask you out.

“You’re on, champion,” you said, mirroring his own grin with your own. Salamence roared in excitement, undoubtedly itching to face off with Gojo’s Charizard.

“And don’t you dare hold back on me baby, cuz I sure as hell won’t be holding back on you,” he said, readying the pokeball in his hands.

“I wouldn’t dare. Lets go, Salemence!” you said, watching your pokemon ready his stance in front of you.

But you knew you had already lost - because you were going out with him regardless of the outcome of this battle.

~

Back at the Pokemon League

“Seems like the dragon gym leader succeeded,” Yuta said, smiling at the news article on his pokedex.

“Indeed. Gojo agreed to stop ditching work as long as we invested more funds into training schools,” Nanami said, kicking a ball back and forth with his Lucario.

“Oh, I was talking about her finally dating Gojo. But it was great that she helped us get him back to work,” Yuta said, showing Nanami the article he was looking at.

Newest Dragon-type Gym Leader spotted holding hands with Pokemon Champion Gojo!

The ends of Nanami’s lips curved up as he smiled, shaking his head.

“It’s about time. He hasn’t shut up about her for years,” Nanami said. Yuta’s light laughter filled the room as he handed his Dusclops an oran berry.

“By the way, why did you have Lucario send her that can of lemonade the first time she came here?” Yuta asked.

“Ah, that,” Nanami began, patting Lucario on the head.

“Gojo got that brand every time he won a battle, back when we were teenagers. I figured it would help her make a good first impression,” he said. Yuta laughed once more.

“Looks like it worked.”

~fin~

[city-luvr]

WHEN YOU MADE THEM NEEDY | ft. jjk women *. ࿓

NSFW CONTENT － MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

៶ ୨��� ₊* — zenin mai, kugisaki nobara, iori utahime warning : fem afab!reader, gxg, drinking, teasing, pet name/s (my love) a/n : minor character/s are aged up! not proofread.

just when they thought they could peacefully go through their day, you come in and ruin everything.

in the morning, you wore nothing but an oversized shirt that showed off your collarbone and barely covered what needed to be. in the afternoon, you purposely spilled cold water on yourself, which made the thin fabric hug your skin and make your nipples harden. in addition to this, you kept on eating messily and licking your lips and fingers. how do you even manage to accidentally drop a pen, paper, spoon, fork, whatever it is that was in your hands almost every five minutes, or even get ice cream all over the side of your lips and chin?

she has been trying her best to keep her cool, but it's not helping that she was feeling extra needy as she was ovulating. girls just have that time where they feel so aroused by the simplest of things as if they were hormonal teenage boys.

the last straw was when you both got home from a night out with friends, and you were both quite tipsy. it's no secret that you were even more flirtatious when under the influence.

“you look so pretty, but i bet ya would look prettier under me.” you slurred while staring at them who was hanging both of your coats after arriving inside your place.

your girlfriend stopped and looked like she was lagging. in truth, her brain did malfunction for a bit. after the information finally got through her head and was processed, she couldn't help it anymore and pulled you in for a makeout session that had both of your knees feeling like jelly. it was weakening but invigorating, suffocating yet so pleasurable, fierce and impatient and strong, but gentle and careful and tender.

“you've been tormenting me, haven't you?” she whispers with flushed cheeks and swollen lips that were connected to yours with a string of your mixed salivas.

“me? i would never, my love.” you deny, uncompellingly. you put a hand around their waist that snaked its way down to their backside, softly massaging their ass.

she lets out a moan, walls broken and letting go thanks to the boost of some liquid courage in her system. “i'll make you pay for it.”

you just smile and hum, knowing full well they would cave in eventually. “let's see first if you can actually last long enough to make me pay for it.”

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All of the Fic Recs I Have Received, PT. 1

tysm to: @kltar0 @itsthecityoftheflower @neighborhoodlum @sablegear0 @fadingbasketballgoopprune :D !

SATOSUGU

bluebird, spread your wings (here’s a piece of the broken dream) by tangerineseason

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)

Relationships: Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru, Fushiguro Megumi & Gojo Satoru, Fushiguro Megumi & Getou Suguru, Fushiguro Megumi & Getou Suguru & Gojo Satoru, Minor Haibara Yu/Nanami Kento - Relationship

Characters: Getou Suguru, Gojo Satoru, Fushiguro Megumi, Other Jujutsu Kaisen Characters

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Sports, PyeongChang 2018 Winter Olympics, Speed Skater Getou Suguru, Figure Skater Gojo Satoru, Speed Skaters Nanami Kento and Haibara Yū, Past Child Abuse, Past Abuse, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fushiguro Megumi Has Abandonment Issues, Gojo Satoru has Abandonment Issues, Touch-Starved Fushiguro Megumi, Touch-Starved Gojo Satoru, Child Fushiguro Megumi, Parental Gojo Satoru, Gojo Satoru is Fushiguro Megumi’s Legal Guardian, Gojo Clan Bashing (Jujutsu Kaisen), Protective Getou Suguru, POV Getou Suguru, Alternative summary: Megumi finds joy while Suguru and Satoru fall in love, Additional Warnings In Author's Note

Language: English

Stats: Published: 2023-11-06 Completed: 2024-01-19 Words: 74,291 Chapters: 8/8 Comments: 111 Kudos: 482 Bookmarks: 138 Hits: 12,087

Summary:

Fill your eyes with wonder, Suguru.

His mother had always said to him, a sort of incantation that had clung to his heartstrings, returning to him in the moments of daze, accompanying the awed breaths that would tumble past his agape lips.

He had devoted himself to chasing that gentle murmur, spoken to him as he had waded into the world of dreams, but his eyes, no matter how desperate for such a sight, had yet to behold a wonder that would draw his heart to a standstill, a momentary interruption in the steady hum of its beats, falling silent in the presence of something it perceived holy.

At least, until now.

For Suguru was no poet, but as he watched the man on the ice with a caught breath, every graceful twist and turn of his body enchanting, resembling a blue star gone waltzing across the night sky, he thought he might have finally understood what they had meant.

me and my husband, we're doing better by interludewings

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)

Relationship: Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru

Characters: Gojo Satoru, Getou Suguru, Fushiguro Tsumiki, Fushiguro Megumi, Hasaba Nanako, Hasaba Mimiko, Gojo Satoru's Parents, Getou Suguru's Parents, Ieiri Shoko, Iori Utahime, Nanami Kento, Haibara Yu (Jujutsu Kaisen), Itadori Yuuji, Tengen (Jujutsu Kaisen), Uraume (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Curses (Jujutsu Kaisen), Fake/Pretend Relationship, Fake Marriage, Exes, Exes to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, Slow Burn, Fluff and Crack, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Light Angst, Family Fluff, Crack Treated Seriously, Title from a Mitski Song, Accidental Marriage, Parental Gojo Satoru, Parental Getou Suguru, Gojo Satoru-centric, Gojo Satoru Being an Idiot, Jealous Gojo Satoru, Jealous Getou Suguru, Kid Fic, Child Fushiguro Megumi, Child Itadori Yuuji, Minor Haibara Yu/Nanami Kento, Minor Ieiri Shoko/Iori Utahime, Minor Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji, The Parent Trap-Style Shenanigans, this is really unserious

Language: English

Stats: Published: 2024-02-04 Completed: 2024-02-04 Words: 46,260 Chapters: 3/3 Comments: 70 Kudos: 675 Bookmarks: 159 Hits: 9,043

Summary:

If someone had told Satoru a week ago that his impulsive choice to adopt children would lead to him standing at his front door, ready to welcome his ex-boyfriend—who also turned out to be his lawfully wedded husband—who was going to move in with him for three months in an elaborate ruse to deceive an orphanage director and a social services officer into believing they were still a couple in love, Satoru would have simply laughed in disbelief.

In which Satoru Gojo decides to adopt two children, only to discover that he accidentally married his ex-boyfriend, Suguru Geto, during a drunken episode just months before their breakup. Now, they find themselves living together, forced to maintain the facade of a loving couple. This leads to a series of petty tricks, cringe-worthy pet names, and the unexpected challenge of raising children together.

Fleeting looks of Clashing Purple and Opal Blue by Lexili333

Rating: Not Rated

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: M/M

Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)

Relationships: Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru, Getou Suguru & Gojo Satoru

Characters: Getou Suguru, Gojo Satoru

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Eating Disorders, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hair Brushing, soft touches, First Kiss, Idiots in Love, Getou Suguru Needs a Hug, Gojo comforts Geto, they're so in love, Really they are, no beta we die like junpei, Hugs, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Protective Gojo Satoru, Communication, Yes they actually talk it out this time, Soft caresses, Sleepy Cuddles, Sleepy Kisses, Cursed Techniques (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Language: English

Stats: Published: 2024-03-08 Words: 6,260 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 27 Kudos: 235 Bookmarks: 44 Hits: 2,077

Summary:

''And reaching out for the soft white strands softly brushing Satoru’s forehead came as easily as breathing for Suguru.

At first it was just fingertips, hesitantly lifting up some of the fringe that fell over Gojo’s blue eyes.

Suguru smiled, for he had been right.

It was soft.

The barely there touch of his fingertips grew into a greedy desire to comb his whole hand into the cloud of white. And so Suguru did. His fingers grasped at Satoru’s hair, rubbing at his temple and snaking his hand to the back of Satoru’s head.''

Or, Satoru and Suguru actually communicate this time. (I just had to write this because the headcanon of Gojo taking care of Geto while he's at his lowest is literally always on my mind)

i was confident alone (now my heart's craving another) by noctetsai

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)

Relationships: Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru, Getou Suguru & Gojo Satoru & Ieiri Shoko

Characters: Gojo Satoru, Getou Suguru, Ieiri Shoko, Nanami Kento, Haibara Yu (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Student Gojo Satoru, Student Getou Suguru, Friends to Lovers, Getting Together, Fluff and Angst, Gojo Satoru is a Little Shit, Protective Getou Suguru, Getou Suguru is Whipped, Slight Codependency, as a treat, Feelings Realization, this fic spawned from a shitpost, please treat it as such, it's supposed to be mostly silly, Slice of Life

Language: English

Stats: Published: 2024-06-20 Completed: 2024-07-16 Words: 32,774 Chapters: 5/5 Comments:141 Kudos: 528 Bookmarks: 139 Hits: 6,852

Summary:

Yaga levels them all with a look. "You're being reassigned."

Shoko sighs. Oh boy.

Twin scrapes can be heard as Satoru and Suguru leap up, voices overlapping in protest.

or, Satoru and Suguru get separate assignments; this is widely considered a bad move

Love is a Twisted Curse by le_paquet_fou

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: Major Character Death

Category: M/M

Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)

Relationship: Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru

Characters: Gojo Satoru, Getou Suguru

Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Mild Blood, Canonical Character Death, Dead Getou Suguru, Grief/Mourning, because i wanted to make the final satosugu scene even sadder, we all suffer here, no beta we die like men

Language: English

Stats: Published: 2024-06-24 Words: 1,288 Chapters: 1/1 Kudos: 23 Bookmarks: 1 Hits: 177

Summary:

Suguru dies in Satoru's arms, leaving both of them cursed by their love.

~*~

A small look into the moment between Gojo watching Geto's final breath and rejoining his students after the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons

moonlight by cj_ackerman

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: M/M

Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga)

Relationship: Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru

Characters: Getou Suguru, Gojo Satoru

Additional Tags: Sensory Overload, Established Relationship, Comfort No Hurt, suguru is head over heels, hes so down bad, Pure Comfort

Language: English

Series: Part 1 of suguru geto/satoru gojo adventures, Part 1 of jjk one-shots

Stats: Published: 2023-08-27 Words: 2,516 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 6 Kudos: 393 Bookmarks: 47 Hits: 4,447

Summary:

In Suguru’s arms, Satoru is warm, cozy, and sated. He lets down Infinity, drops his guard, closing his eyes. With a deep breath, he accepts the kiss pressed to his forehead. Only in Suguru’s arms will Satoru feel safe.

tentacles coveted, but sadly not present by Aamalysstuff

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)

Relationship: Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru

Characters: Getou Suguru, Gojo Satoru, Ieiri Shoko

Additional Tags: Sex Work, Public Hand Jobs, Phone Sex, Sex Toys Under Clothing, Top Gojo Satoru, Bottom Getou Suguru, Face-Fucking, Marathon Sex, Dirty Talk, So Much Trashy Porn Dirty Talk Oh My God, Roleplay, Light Dom/sub, Getting Together, Also Getting Back Together, Can Someone Be Your Ex If You Technically Didn't Date Them At All The First Time Around?, Nipple Piercings, And Nudes, Poor Shoko The Things She Has to Deal With, Both the Author and Gojo would have wanted to include a tentacle monster in this, Please handwave canon for the purpose of enjoying raunchy fanfic

Language: English

Series: Part 1 of tentacles coveted

Collections: Satosugu

Stats: Published: 2022-02-14 Words: 23,770 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 123 Kudos: 3,279 Bookmarks: 741 Hits: 52,902

Summary:

“So what do you do for money, then, Su-gu-ru? Do you offer mass murder bonuses? Catering services? Do you sell your nudes?”

“Hardly that.” Suguru scoffs. He rolls his eyes. “My nudes are not something people can afford to buy. ”

“Hmmm, I could afford them.” Satoru shoots back with a grin. “I'm rich enough to buy your nudes.”

Suguru levels him with a look, and there’s about half a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Do you wanna buy my nudes, Satoru?”

***

A story in which Satoru ends up funding Suguru's Cult activities by buying his overprices nudes and personalized nsfw otome CDs.

It's also character study in whether or not someone can be a genocidal mass-murder and a tsundere at the same time.

Kaleidoscope by Pandamonio

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: M/M

Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)

Relationship: Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru

Characters: Gojo Satoru, Getou Suguru, Ieiri Shoko

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, but is it?, Past Lives, Dreams vs. Reality, Recovered Memories, References to Ancient Greek Religion & Lore, Historical References, Mythology - Freeform, They're studying the classics, and incidentally discover they are meant to be lovers in every timeline, Holy Roman Empire, They think about it a lot, Bottom Getou Suguru, Angst and Fluff and Smut

Language: English

Stats: Published: 2023-11-19 Completed: 2023-12-03 Words: 10,099 Chapters: 2/2 Comments: 54 Kudos: 340 Bookmarks: 76 Hits: 3,932

Summary:

“I’m in the classics department,” he answers and has to bite his tongue not to say the word ‘actually’ because that would be pedantic and prove Satoru right.

“Ah, that’s better,” Satoru says, nodding his head, all traces of animosity forgotten. “Then you’re smart, like me.”

Or

In his dreams, Suguru is a jujutsu sorcerer at the verge of a breakdown.

once we have sufficiently tortured one another by irrevenance

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga)呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)

Relationship: Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru

Additional Tags: Top Getou Suguru, Bottom Gojo Satoru, Trans Gojo Satoru, Choking, Ambiguous/Open Ending

Language: English

Stats: Published: 2024-01-21 Words: 4,664 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 38 Kudos: 860 Bookmarks: 193 Hits: 7,844

Summary:

Suguru’s throat goes dry. “You’re no longer a sorcerer,” he realizes, a hysterical laugh bubbling in his throat in response to the sick joke that has laid itself before him. “And you came to me?”

“Yes,” Satoru says pleasantly. “What will you do about it,” and here he lowers both his eyelashes and his tone, a mockery of seduction, “Getou-sama?”

PT. 2 | PT. 3

[shewasverynice]

Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga)呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)  MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS

Rating: Explicit 

Major Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con 

Content Warnings: Dubious Consent, Prostitution, Drug Use, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Blood and Violence

Categories: F/M, Multi, F/F 

Relationships: Gojo Satoru/Original Female Character(s), Nanami Kento/Original Female Character(s), Getou Suguru/Original Female Character(s), Ieiri Shoko & Iori Utahime 

Major Characters: Original Characters, Gojo Satoru, Getou Suguru, Nanami Kento, Okkotsu Yuuta, Toudou Aoi, Zenin Naobito, Zenin Jinichi, Zenin, Zenin Ougi, Fushiguro Megumi, Kamo Clan, Nitta Akari, Inumaki Toge, Ieiri Shoko, Iori Utahime, Kusakabe Atsuya, Muta Kokichi, Itadori Yuuji, Hakari Kinji

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　Chapter 20　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

⚠️ Refer to Major Warnings! This chapter is ROUGH! ⚠️

The room was shrouded in an oppressive silence, broken only by the occasional sound of labored breathing and the faint rustle of fabric as Sarah shifted slightly on the edge of the bed. The atmosphere was heavy, the air thick with the tension of what was to come. The ornate room, once a place of elegance and power, now felt like a twisted tableau of despair.

Gojo’s mother lay sprawled on the floor, her once regal demeanor reduced to nothing more than a drugged, drooling shell. Her eyes, glassy and unfocused, stared blankly at nothing, lost in a haze of sedatives. A low, pitiful moan escaped her lips as she twitched, her body trying in vain to resist the poison coursing through her veins. Blood seeped from her wounds, her pale skin was already bruising from the brutal strikes inflicted to her face and body.

Gojo stood a few feet away, his usually confident posture now slouched with uncertainty. He watched Sarah carefully, his heart pounding in his chest. He had seen her like this before—detached, calculating, and consumed by the dark hunger for revenge. But this time, it was different. This time, the target was his own blood, and though he didn't care what happened to his mother, there were others on the estate grounds that didn't deserve such a terrible fate.

His mother groaned, her eyes squeezing shut from the pain. Sarah gave a mocking coo, lifting her face with her skeletal fingertips digging sharply into her cheeks. "I know this hurts a lot," she murmured, dripping with false sympathy, "It's not my fault. Poor thing. You'd be better off completely sedated, hmm? How sad."

His mind raced as he tried to find the words, the right thing to say that might reach her through the fog of hatred and pain that clouded her judgment. But he knew Sarah too well. Knew that once she was set on a path, there was little that could sway her. Still, he had to try. He had to do something.

“Sarah…” he began hesitantly, his voice a quiet murmur in the oppressive stillness. He cleared his throat, forcing himself to speak louder, with more conviction, “What do you intend to do after you're done with her?”

Sarah didn’t answer at first. Her gaze remained fixed on the pathetic form of Gojo’s mother, her expression unreadable. The silence stretched, thick and suffocating, until Gojo wondered if she had even heard him. Just as he was about to repeat the question, she spoke, her voice as cold as ice.

“I’m going to kill all of them,” she said, the words dripping with venomous intent. She sat up slowly, letting his mother drop her head to the floor.

Gojo felt a chill run down his spine at the simplicity of her statement. There was no hesitation, no doubt in her voice. It was as if she had already decided, and nothing he could say would change her mind.

“I understand you want revenge,” he said carefully, trying to keep his voice steady, “I understand that the adults, the elders—they deserve to be killed and I won't deny that. But… there are others, Sarah. Innocent people. Attendants, children… they had no hand in what happened to you. They don’t deserve to die.”

Again, she said nothing. Gojo watched as her expression darkened, her eyes narrowing slightly as if she were contemplating his words. For a moment, he thought he might have reached her, that some part of her might still be willing to listen. But then, she slowly lifted her gaze to meet his, and the coldness in her eyes made his blood run cold.

“Innocent?” she echoed, her voice laced with bitter sarcasm, “Not a single member of the Gojo clan is innocent, Satoru. Not a single one.” She stood up slowly, the tension in the room thickening as her intent became clear, “And when I’m done here, I’m going after the Kamo clan as well.”

Gojo felt a wave of dread wash over him. This wasn’t the Sarah he knew. This wasn’t the woman he cared so deeply for. This was something else. Something darker. Something that had been twisted and broken by years of pain, betrayal and abuse then reinforced by Sukuna's cruel influence.

“You can’t do this,” he said, his voice almost pleading, “It won’t make you feel better, Sarah. It won’t make it alright again!”

Sarah’s eyes flashed with a sudden intensity, and he saw the markings—Sukuna’s markings—flicker across her skin like a sinister omen. She stepped closer, her presence exuding a palpable sense of danger and her cursed energy making the already dim lights flicker.

“It doesn’t matter if it makes me feel better,” she said, her voice cold and final, “It only matters that they pay for what was done to me.”

Gojo’s heart pounded in his chest, his mind racing as he tried to think of something, anything, that could stop this. But the darkness in her eyes, the unrelenting resolve, told him that she was beyond reason. Beyond anything he could offer. And in that moment, he realized that the woman standing before him, consumed by her quest for vengeance, might be lost to him forever unless he did something.

He needed to get Sukuna's influence out of her mind somehow, willingly or not. Without a doubt he was the only one who physically stood any chance of fighting her although he would have preferred not to hurt her anymore than he already had. It was too late though, much too late to consider trying to reason with her.

Gojo straightened, his expression hardening as he looked at Sarah. The room seemed to shrink around them, the tension crackling like electricity in the air. The moment hung heavy between them, both knowing what was about to unfold.

“I’ll let you do what you want to my mother,” Gojo said, his voice low and steady, “but I will not allow you to hurt anyone else. If you don’t stop, Sarah, I’ll stop you myself.”

Sarah chuckled darkly, a sound that sent a shiver down his spine. Her eyes gleamed with a dangerous light as she slowly drew a silver blade from the scar on her back, the metal gleaming wickedly in the dim light. Her skeletal fingers glided across its blade with a sickening scrape.

“You think you can stop me, Satoru?” she whispered, her voice dripping with malevolent intent, “We’ll see about that.”

Without another word, she lunged at him, the silver blade slicing through the air with deadly precision. Gojo’s limitless flared to life, a barrier of impenetrable force that stopped the blade just inches from his throat. The weapon trembled against the invisible shield, unable to breach the infinite distance.

Gojo’s hand shot out to break the sword in an instant, but Sarah was fast to react. She pulled back before he could grab her, spinning with the fluidity of a dancer as she struck at him with her skeletal arm. The bones cracked like a whip, the strike aimed with lethal intent. At the same time, her other hand dipped back into the scar on her back, pulling out a smaller, wickedly sharp dagger.

Gojo moved with the precision of a master, parrying her strikes with swift, controlled movements. The blade clashed against his Infinity again and again, the sound of metal meeting an unyielding force reverberating through the room. Sarah reinforced her body with cursed energy, the impact of his blows diminished by the protective aura she wove around herself.

The fight burst through the walls of the room, their combined force tearing through the estate like a storm. They crashed into the next room, sending furniture flying and walls crumbling in their wake. Clan members and attendants scattered, fleeing in terror as the two clashed with the ferocity of titans.

Sarah’s strikes were relentless, her movements a blur of speed and precision. Gojo deflected her attacks with the ease of someone who had trained for such battles his entire life. But even as he fought, he couldn’t shake the realization that something was wrong. Her attacks were powerful, yes, but they didn’t feel like a true threat to him. It was as if some part of him still couldn’t see her as the enemy. His focus faltered at this realization that even now his technique wouldn't automatically react to her attacks.

That hesitation, that moment of doubt, was all she needed.

Sarah feinted to the left, drawing his attention, then darted to the right, her blade cutting through the air with blinding speed. This time, she aimed for his chest. Gojo’s limitless snapped it into place, the blade stopping just before it reached him. But it was then that he felt it—a sharp sting in the side of his neck.

He looked down, shocked, to see a small syringe embedded in his flesh, its tip gleaming with some unknown substance. He hadn’t even seen her throw it.

A wave of numbness washed over him, his limbs suddenly feeling heavy and unresponsive. His focus wavered, his glowing blue eyes flickering as his control over them faltered. He tried to summon the strength to move, to strike back, but his body refused to obey.

Sarah stood before him, breathing hard, her eyes cold and unfeeling. She watched him with a mix of triumph and something else—something darker, more desperate. Her tongue wet her drying lips before she grinned wickedly at him.

“Did you really think you could stop me, Satoru?” she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath, “Did you really think you could protect them all?”

Gojo’s vision blurred, his muscles weakening but his consciousness strong. He tried to speak, to say something, anything, but the words wouldn’t come. He could only watch as Sarah stood over him, the blade still clutched in her hand, her intent clear in her eyes.

She grabbed him hard enough that Gojo wondered if his shoulder might break. Lifting him with more strength than he was aware she had, she threw him through a wall into a darkened room and his body hit the back wall with no time to think before she was crowding up against him once again.

“Sarah you have to stop this!” Gojo blurted out in a huff of breath as the wind was knocked out of him, just barely before she flung him across the room and into another wall.

“Why the fuck should I?” Sarah roared at Gojo. His eyes were wide, he'd never heard her sound like this. All those times he goaded her, trying to get her to show fucking emotion with him other than disgust flashed in his mind. Now that all that internal rage was directed at him, it made him regret ever asking for it.

Sarah slammed into him with two solid punches to his face and the back of Gojo's head hit the wall behind him momentarily blacking out his vision.

“Why do they get to live peacefully when I don't?” her  voice was a low growl, quiet and vengeful and crawling over Gojo’s skin as if each word had claws of their own.

Then Gojo was being thrown again, his limbs and body useless to slow him down until he crashed through another wall. He was left disoriented. All he could think was that maybe she was throwing him from one building into another, maybe in different cities– hell, maybe in and out of different dimensions!

She punched him directly in the jaw and then the gut and his arms reflexively curled up to block the next hit to his face. “Sarah! Please!” he cried out.

The worst was that he was aware that she was holding back, Sukuna's strength could beat him to a pulp without limitless, but what Sarah was doing was calculated and that made it hurt even more. She hit him over and over just hard enough to take, but not enough to kill him or make him unable to heal himself.

This was true hatred – being able to disintegrate a man but choosing not to. Sarah had every right to kill him, get that final nail into the coffin built by his sins – but she didn't. Sarah was stronger than that. She was angrier than that. And she knew Gojo better than that; she knew what would hurt Gojo the most.

Gojo could taste the thick, sour blood in his mouth from the seemingly endless blows as Sarah crowded him against another solid wall, lifting him off the ground by his blazer's collar.

“They beat me, starved me, and used me as a weapon! Then when I thought it was finally gonna be okay you let them tear me apart and eat me alive!” Sarah snarled, each word stinging with her disappointment in him.

Sarah dropped him and before his feet touched down she punched him in the face again. Gojo heard a crack in his skull – his nose most likely broken against her fist. She grabbed him and tossed him opposite them again. Gojo hit the wall head-on, trying to cushion the landing with his shoulder. He leaned against the wall, resting his throbbing head back against it, praying that Sarah would just fucking kill him already.

He felt her press against him, shoving him harder into the wall behind him. Gojo let out a pained grunt, feeling his ribs and shoulder bend against the brick.

It hurt so much. It’s like he’d gone twelve rounds with a tornado full of cinder blocks. Every inch of him felt bruised and sensitive to the touch. His head was pounding, his clothes scratching against his skin.

Something sharp pressed hard against his lower back. "This is it" he thought, almost relieved, unable to deal with the physical pain and the emotional guilt of what a piece of shit he was. He was just coherent enough to be ashamed that the woman he loved was about to stab him in the back.

The only sound in the wreckage was their labored breathing. He wanted to turn back and look at her, but his body felt limp and useless. Whatever she'd pumped into his veins was making his muscles feel like they were buried in sand. Even worse was that he still didn't seem capable of inactively perceiving her as dangerous. Even after all of this he just couldn't.

“Do it.” Gojo mumbled finally, sounding far more desperate than he felt.

There was another heavy silence.

“JUST DO IT!” he yelled, a broken echo bouncing off the walls that surrounded them.

“You are so fucking pathetic,” Sarah gnarled out from behind him, “You think you deserve to die after all of this? You think after all these years that I've pleaded for it and begged for it, that you deserve to be the one to escape this fucking hell?”

She scoffed, her breath hot on his ear, "Every fucking day I've had to live with this. Every night I dream about being trapped in that box."

Gojo tried to take a deep breath but the pain in his broken ribs punched it right back out of him in a shudder. He needed to find a way to steady his mind and heal himself. If he could just do that then maybe he could do something about this mess, maybe calm her down or at least get away.

"I... I'm sorry..." He gasped out and immediately she grasped his hair and yanked his head back.

With yelp, he twisted his head with his body as she rolled him into his back. His breath came harsh through his teeth as she landed hard on his torso with the knife pressed against his throat. She sat up, her head cocked to one side and glared at him.

"Are you serious?" She huffed out with a cold laugh, "You think that will save you now?"

"N-no..." He rasped between breaths, "I... I don't want it to. I'm just--"

"Then shut the fuck up," she hissed, but even as she adjusted on him he tilted his head back and a low sound rumbled in his chest.

The expression of disgust that twisted onto her face made his stomach turn. He didn't realize it immediately, but she mistook his groan of agony as some sort of sick pleasure. His breaths came ragged as the knife left his throat and she lifted off his middle.

"You're a fucking freak," she muttered, "Even after I almost killed you, you still want to fuck me?"

"What?" He mumbled, his eyes searching her face before he caught on to what she meant, "N-no! I didn't--"

"Disgusting," she spat, "You fucking would enjoy this shit."

"Wh- wait!" He stammered, trying to lift his limp arms as she dragged the knife down his chest and sliced at his trousers.

“What's wrong, Satoru?” She snarled, tearing down his underwear and gripping his cock with her free hand. Gojo tried to make a pleading sound to get her to stop, but nothing came out except a breathy gasp. "This is what you want isn't it? You love me so fucking much, don't you? I'll give it to you since you think you fucking deserve it.”

He tried not to react, he desperately fought back, but his body wouldn't obey. She stroked him over and over, roughly. His legs tried to bend, to kick him away, but his wounds and whatever coursed through his veins made him weak. That's how he felt anyway... Utterly pathetic.

“You deserve to be used and left on the ground in the wreckage of this bullshit place," she growled in his ear as she threw her shorts down onto the wooden floor, "You fucking useless shell of a man. I hate you so fucking much.”

With a choking sob he closed his eyes, feeling tears that burned in his eyes. He deserved this alright. All those times he imagined himself hurting her all kinds of ways, those times he nearly did this exact barbaric act just to get what he wanted from her. The brutality he wanted to inflict was finally coming to be, only turned on him and leaving him feeling used and filthy.

Letting his mind go, he focused on anything but what was happening. Anything but what he and his family had turned her into. He knew on some level this cruelty wasn't her-- even with a failsafe in place to protect her mind, Sukuna's influence was strong and she couldn't resist all twenty fingers. Not like this.

At some point he mercifully blacked out, the pain in his body too much to withstand any longer. He embraced the peace of nothingness, trying to forget his reality for as long as it would let him.

Hours later, dawn broke over the shattered remains of the Gojo estate, casting long shadows across the rubble and debris. The air was thick with the acrid smell of smoke, mingling with the metallic scent of blood that lingered in the stillness. Everything was deathly quiet, the eerie calm only accentuating the devastation that had been wrought during the night.

Gojo still lay amidst the wreckage, his body trembling uncontrollably. Pain radiated from every fiber of his being, a dull, relentless ache that gnawed at his bones. His vision swam as he opened his eyes, the pale light of morning blurring the edges of his surroundings. He was alive, but barely.

He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to shut out the overwhelming sensations coursing through him. The physical pain was excruciating, but it was nothing compared to the emotional turmoil that twisted his insides. His reversed cursed technique flickered to life, knitting together torn flesh and mending shattered bones, but the trembling wouldn’t stop. It wasn’t just his body that was broken—it was something deeper, something that no amount of healing could repair.

A wave of nausea surged through him, and he rolled onto his side, dry heaving into the dust and dirt. There was nothing left in his stomach, nothing but the bile of guilt and disgust that churned within him. He couldn’t believe it, couldn’t wrap his mind around what had happened, what she had done to him. The memories of their fight flashed through his mind, brutal and merciless-- but her actions afterwards were so cruel and twisted. Sarah, the playful and sweet girl he once loved, had torn through his defenses as if they were nothing, reducing him to a pathetic, trembling wreck.

But the worst part was that some part of him still believed he deserved it. Deserved more punishment from her. More of her anger and rage.

Gojo forced himself to his feet, his legs unsteady, threatening to buckle beneath him with every step. His body protested, muscles screaming in agony, but he couldn’t stay there, couldn’t face the reality of what had happened. He refused to look at the destruction around him, refused to acknowledge the bodies that lay buried beneath the rubble. He didn’t need to see it to know that there were no survivors. They were all gone.

His clan. His blood. His responsibility.

The crushing weight of guilt threatened to drown him, the memories of their screams echoing in his ears. He had failed them all. The Gojo clan, the most powerful sorcerer family in existence, had been obliterated in a single night, and he had been powerless to stop it.

All he wanted now was to escape—to get away from this place, from the ruins of his life, and lose himself in the sky. He wanted to get out as fast as possible, to fly far above the carnage in a blissful thoughtless haze, where he could forget, if only for a moment.

Stumbling through the wreckage, he activated his Limitless technique and shot upward, his cursed energy propelling him into the air. The ground fell away beneath him as he ascended, the devastation below growing smaller and smaller, until it was just a blur on the horizon.

But no matter how high he flew, he couldn’t escape the sickening feeling in his gut, the knowledge that he had let this happen. He was supposed to be the strongest, the one who could protect everyone. But he had been brought low, humiliated, defeated by someone. He'd never considered her more than just some girl that he wanted, something that belonged to him that he would own someday. But people can only be pushed so far and she'd long since hit her breaking point.

The cold wind whipped at his face as he soared higher and higher, the thin air making it harder to breathe. But he didn’t care. He wanted to keep going, to fly until there was nothing left, until he was nothing but a speck in the sky. Yet even up there, in the vastness of the heavens, he couldn’t escape the pain. It clung to him, a constant reminder of his failure. And no matter how high he flew, it would always be there, a shadow that would never leave him.

Gojo closed his eyes, letting the wind carry him, the endless sky stretching out before him. But the peace he sought eluded him, replaced by the gnawing emptiness that consumed him from the inside out. And in that moment, he realized that no matter how far he went, no matter how high he flew, he would never be able to escape himself.

Instead he would get high. That's what he knew best after all. The comforting embrace of cocaine and liquor. What could be better than that after another night out, right?

"Wonder if Shimizu is still alive..."

━─┉┈◈❖◈┈┉─━

Yaga’s smile lingered as he bid the women goodnight, their playful and flirty farewells still echoing in his ears as he walked away from the common room. They teased him about being old, calling him “Grandpa” with exaggerated pouts and giggles, but he laughed along with them, waving off their jests.

"This old man can't be up all night anymore," he had joked, his voice warm and deep, resonating with genuine affection for these women who had found refuge under his roof. He enjoyed their company, their banter a brief escape from the weight he carried every day.

As he walked the corridors back to his quarters, the smile faded from his face, replaced by the somber thoughts that always lurked beneath the surface. The guilt of everything happening beyond these walls crept back in, as it always did when he was alone.

Yaga worried for Nanami, Geto, and Gojo—men he had mentored, men he thought of as sons. Each of them was burdened in their own way, navigating a world that seemed hellbent on crushing them. Nanami with his relentless sense of duty, Geto with his internal battles, and Gojo with the impossible weight of his power and the expectations that came with it.

He worried for the younger boys too, those who were still finding their way in this cruel world, caught up in the chaos of battles and grudges far beyond their understanding. The war had stolen so much from them already, innocence being the first casualty. Yaga carried the weight of that loss on his shoulders, an ever-present reminder of his failures. He had made mistakes, so many mistakes, but he knew he couldn’t afford to falter now.

He needed to be the example, the steady hand guiding them through the darkness. Despite his past sins, he wanted to show them that life didn’t have to be all bad. That even in the midst of despair, there could be moments of light, of laughter—like those he shared with the women earlier. It was a fragile hope, but it was all he had.

Yaga stepped into the quietness of his room, the door closing softly behind him. The silence was thick, almost oppressive, a stark contrast to the lively atmosphere he had just left. But the moment of peace was shattered when he felt it—the cold, unmistakable touch of a pistol silencer pressing against the back of his head.

His breath caught in his throat, and for a split second, time seemed to stop. The weight of the gun, the cold metal against his skin, sent a chill down his spine. But Yaga didn’t panic. His body remained still, his mind racing as he assessed the situation. He had been in dangerous situations before, but this—this was different. He'd been too lax and there was no way out this time.

He sighed, his hand moving to adjust his silk shirt, smoothing out the wrinkles as he often did out of habit. Pushing up his sunglasses with his index finger, he straightened his back and stood tall one last time before he heard the hammer pull back and the click of the trigger.

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“ you  feel  so  good. “ / for utahime bUT YOU DON'T HAVE TO REPLY IF YOU DON'T WANT TO . 💕

* ✻ — 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 : 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐲 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ❞ ( accepting ) @6cular

𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 is beyond the default , without a doubt : out of the ordinary . however — it doesn ' t stop her . her annoyance having overflown , — read : shaking a soda and then opening it as if it wouldn ' t ( 🇪‌🇽‌🇵‌🇱‌🇴‌🇩‌🇪‌ ) . mayhaps she could try to blame it on the tensions gone unresolved for far too long . despite her outward approach of being indignant && seething with ire when it concerned ' gojo satoru ' , it was only ever 🇸‌🇺‌🇷‌🇫‌🇦‌🇨‌🇪‌ 🇱‌🇪‌🇻‌🇪‌🇱‌ . while she did see him as an annoyance , always goading her && calling her weak ; hate was too strong of a word to define the absolute ocean that ebbed && flowed with aggravation along side comfort ( of all things )

now it ' s 🇧‌🇱‌🇮‌🇸‌🇸‌ that he ' s provoked . willing && submissive . a hum that rearranges itself into a moan vibrates against her vocal chords . utahime is hyperaware of the fact that he ' s going to be insufferable after this , once again calling herself stupid . . . she can ' t be too mad though — he feels good , which is favorable in the current , but it ' s a disadvantage in the long run . she ' d decided that this was a one time thing . . . but now . . .

eyes originally closed open and veer their gaze to the other , looking up at him through her eyelashes she catches cerulean and cyans , a riptide pulling her in , her gaze presents itself as nothing less than 🇩‌🇦‌🇿‌🇪‌🇩‌ ; wanting . blood lets itself gather in the apples of her cheeks , crossing her nose and raising into the tips of her ears . hot hot hot . body runs rapid with heat , with the warmth of two bodies following the same wave , arms bind loosely around his neck where fingertips / nails glide over the nape and legs are wrapped around him the best she can manage in her position ( bent out of shape ) . lips drop open and cast a new breath , only then to capture his in sloppy kiss , uneven and slick in the mesh . she presses her leg against him in her attempt to reign him in just as she breaks the kiss , sight gravitates to him once again . ❝ then don ' t stop , idiot ❞

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make room.

a/n: having thoughts about slice of life anime utahime because i am recently obsessed with the ice guy and cool female colleague anime! (do not perceive me for i binged the entire thing in one night .)

fandom: jujutsu kaisen

character: iori utahime

genre: fluff

info: non-sorcerer au; utahime is your neighbour

warnings: -

synopsis: you were only supposed to stay for a while, but utahime doesn't want you to leave.

word count: 1.3k

fluff-vember prompt: kindness from a stranger

fluff-vember 2023 masterlist is here.

Iori Utahime

Utahime wasn't used to coming home to someone.

Ever since she moved out of her parent's house after graduating from high school, she quickly came to the conclusion that living alone suited her the best. In the first year of university, she had lived on campus and shared a dorm room with three other girls. Adjusting to communal living proved too irksome for her since she was an only child, and she decided to take on a part-time job at a local izakaya to afford a studio apartment some distance from her university.

She has lived that way ever since. Even when it was clearly more affordable to have a roommate to split the cost of rent with, she lived alone, and she was happy that way.

The window to her apartment was open, and there was a smell of hot oil mixed with chicken fat wafting out to the corridor as she approached. Utahime fought back the urge to recite the standard greeting phrase for when a customer walked in, an old habit from her waitressing years.

"Utahime-san, welcome back!" you called out from her kitchen, aware of her presence since the door creaked when she pushed it open. She removed her shoes in the entryway and pushed them to the side, before she stepped over the threshold into the living room.

"I'm home," she said, and it was beginning to taste familiar on her tongue.

You rushed to round the corner to the living room, wiping your hands on a patterned tea towel clipped onto the bottom hem of your shirt. "Dinner will be ready soon!" you said, shooing her away from the kitchen. Instead, Utahime tiptoed to look over your head, and you moved to block her view.

"Please don't worry about the mess! I'll take care of it after," you said, putting a hand on her arm to steer her towards the couch. She allowed you to usher her to her seat, laughing when you made a show of fluffing the decorative pillow for her.

Utahime collapsed into the plush backrest of the couch, suddenly feeling the tiredness of her day weighing on her. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched you scurry back into the kitchen."What are you making?" she asked, inhaling deeply and feeling a wave of nostalgia wash over her. The dinner you were in the process of making smelled like izakaya fare, and her stomach involuntarily rumbled at the thought.

"Yakisoba and karaage! And beer, of course," you said, smiling. "Making your faves as a little 'thank you' for letting me crash these past few weeks! Couldn't have done without your kindness, is all." With that, you disappeared back into the kitchen to get back to cooking.

This entire week, you were the one making the trips to the grocery store and cooking meals for two. Utahime, while perfectly capable of preparing herself something healthy and balanced to eat, strongly preferred not to. Buying ingredients and keeping the house stocked with essentials was a chore she never enjoyed, and you were the solution to her problem for the week, going so far as to even cover her share of the groceries when she refused to accept money for rent.

She knew she'd miss you once you moved into your own apartment.

It was a stroke of good fortune – 'serendipitous', just like the word of the day she received in her email in the morning – that the apartment you were supposed to move into was still occupied when you arrived. Sharing her space with you was a very different experience from when she was a student, crammed in a room with three other girls who made the room feel much smaller than it actually was. Living together was easy, with you. It was nice.

You emerged from around the corner with two plates of yakisoba, the glistening yolks of the fried eggs on top winking at her. Utahime immediately straightened in her seat. "Let me help," she said, getting up from the couch and ducking into the kitchen before you could stop her.

"No, I got it!" you said, jumping into the spot behind her to keep her from bringing the rest of the food to the dining table. She tightened her hands around the large platter of karaage, shouldering her way around your flailing arms. You laughed, and it made her laugh too, and she was confident she never felt so at home in any place before this moment.

"I hope you don't mind," you said, the stainless steel buffet-style serving pan Shouko had gotten her as a gag birthday gift making its appearance from the depths of one of her kitchen cabinets. She could count at least half a dozen cans of beer in it, shoved into the mass of crushed ice you filled it up with.

"It's alright. I wouldn't have a use for it otherwise," she said with a smile, meeting you halfway to hold up the other side of the serving pan. "You know I don't do much entertaining."

You removed the tea towel clipped to your shirt and laid it on the dining table in place of a trivet, and the two of you set the serving pan full of beer and ice down.

When you settled into the other chair, she was glad that she had taken her mother's advice and bought a pair of chairs instead of just one. She had insisted that she wouldn't be hosting any dinners, earnestly citing the size of her apartment and the singular cooker hob in her kitchen as her reasons to refuse hosting. Her mother gently insisted, and she furnished her apartment accordingly: two dining chairs, two full sets of cutlery and dinnerware, a couch and a dining table and a bed that were all big enough for two.

Utahime helped you clean up after dinner, even if you maintained that you were just paying her back for letting you stay. It felt natural to wash the dishes at the too-small sink, while you stood to her left as you dried them off before returning them to the dish rack beside the toaster oven.

You were sitting on the living room floor when she was done with her shower, your luggage open as you rolled up your clean clothes to slot them in between the bits and pieces of your belongings that you've retrieved from around her apartment. She took a long look around the place, and it looked quite lifeless without your things blending in with hers.

Maybe you were the other person her mother wanted her to make room for. Maybe—

"You don't have to go, you know?" She called your name and came to kneel beside you on the floor. You momentarily stopped fiddling with the stubborn hoodie sleeve that refused to cooperate with your rolling, and you looked up.

"If your cousin's still living in the other apartment with their boyfriend, you don't have to go," Utahime said, her heart oddly calm for a moment like this. Wasn't it supposed to be something nerve-wracking to ask someone to move in with you? There was a severe lack of those butterflies her coupled friends often spoke of, and she knew it was because things felt easy, natural with you.

She watched the realisation of what she asked dawn on you. Like the dark blue night with the coming of the first rays of the morning sun, your face brightened. You scooped up her hands in yours, squeezing. "Then I won't go," you said.

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A STUDY IN ― burning the wick , hosting a spark to temper , making the moonlight your stage , grieving those a breath away & * being haunted by your reflection .

independent private roleplay blog for utahime iori of jujutsu kaisen , heavily influenced by personal headcanons and Japanese mythology . & treated as an original character . ( 21 + , oc / crossover friendly ) . written by ford : she / they 24 y/o , cst . sporadic activity , not spoiler free ( please read rules before following . ) est. september 2023.

mains : @chikyodai , @sugurau , @moonsmourning , @killerhubby . @usagimen , @kuraokcmi

𝟏. my portrayal of utahime doesn't align with canon, it's based heavily on my own ideas / headcanons as well as elements from japanese mythology . i treat her as an original character . if you dont like how i write her, please unfollow or don't interact.

𝟐. basic rp etiquette rules apply , mutuals only, minors will be blocked, be respectful. , problematic and toxic behaviors / mindsets will get you blocked . please don't interact with my posts if you're not a mutual oc - friendly . not duplicate friendly . unaffiliated with the jjk rpc. on top of following muses i can see utahime interacting with : i follow muns and muses im familiar with and i'm going to be selective, hence the private label on this blog. i curate my space accordingly and will softblock or hardblock if i feel the need. i like to operate in smaller circles so i won't be following everybody back !!

𝟑. im slow with replies, i'm a mother , work and have other hobbies , on top of that i'm manic depressive / bipolar and have general anxiety, all of which can affect my motivation and activity . if i'm not here i can be found on one of my other blogs ( @zefahai , @yookimi , @audiear , @dielogue )

𝟒. in general i'm a patient rp partner and can take a while to respond. please remind me if it's been a while since I’ve replied to a thread or ask . if you lose muse for a thread let me know, that way i'm not wondering if you've lost interest in me / writing with me . mains + friends are prioritized when it comes to answering asks, replying to threads, etc. please take the time to fill out my interest tracker. it'll help with navigating interactions and chances are i won't know where to start otherwise ..

𝟓. you can continue anything into a thread ! -- starter calls are rare. I’m ok with having multiple threads with you at once and encourage you to send multiple asks ! please like any starters or ask replies i write you, just so i know you see it ( tumblr notifs aren't reliable ) , I format heavily with special characters, double spaced , small colored text, if this gives you any issues lmk and I’ll accommodate ! icons aren't a must, and i often prefer to write without them.

𝟔. i prefer to talk on discord but will still use the tumblr IM system too. ( you can request my discord at any time if we are mutuals . ) i also write on discord in private servers if you'd like to write there too .

𝟕. multi exclusive ship ( i only ship with one portrayal of any specific muse and expect this in return ), I don’t autoship so any shipping requires development and chemistry both ic and ooc . —- the relationship HAS TO develop through our interactions . you can send me shippy memes but we aren’t shipping until it’s discussed ooc and i generally prefer to ship with muns i know well & talk to frequently ! ( i just think that this helps the process of timelines and development better, if you want to ship , reach out to me ! i promise i probably already ship it but i won't make a move to actively ship unless you outight say " i want to ship " because im oblivious. ) -- also , i am okay with duplicates only when the dynamic is different ( unrequited vs. requited. )

𝟖. i use a basic tagging system for triggering or nsfw posts. all nsfw is tagged #nsft or #nsft /, and #usfw , triggers are tagged #trigger or #trigger / , if i miss one please let me know ! I want this to be a safe space <3

𝟗. everything posted is made by me ! do not steal or lift any headcanons, concepts, or graphics i'm happy to help with photoshop or carrd and have a commissions blog if you're interested in that !

𝟏𝟎. the most important rule on this blog is to communicate with me ! [ . . . ] in my 10+ time on this site i've been involved in my own drama, and i gotta say : i'm too old for it. i don't participate in petty drama, vague blogging, clique behavior ,or any other unsavory behaviors as such, and i will not tolerate it ! i don't pay attention to call out posts unless there's undeniable proof / it's not from petty misunderstandings. if there's ever any problems please communicate with me ! if i'm ever interacting with somebody problematic please let me know so i can get rid of the bad apples ! ( given that I was involved in drama at one point : if you hear something about me please get my side of the story before ushering judgement , I’ll take responsibility for any toxic behaviors I’ve had in the past. )

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2024 Pride Writing Challenge

by Beautifu1Mind 2024 Pride Writing Challenge! Words: 1531, Chapters: 2/31, Language: English Fandoms: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime), SK8 the Infinity (Anime), Raven Cycle - Maggie Stiefvater, All For The Game - Nora Sakavic, Dead Poets Society (1989), Howl's Moving Castle - All Media Types, Howl no Ugoku Shiro | Howl's Moving Castle, Dr. STONE (Manga), Dr. STONE (Anime), 타인은 지옥이다 | Strangers From Hell (TV), 时光代理人 | Link Click (Cartoon), Trigun Stampede (Anime 2023), Banana Fish (Anime & Manga), Original Work Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Characters: Katsuki Yuuri, Katsuki Mari, Victor Nikiforov, Katsuki Hiroko, Okukawa Minako Relationships: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, Ieiri Shoko/Iori Utahime, Nanjo Kojiro | Joe/Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom, Hasegawa Langa/Kyan Reki, Todd Anderson/Neil Perry, Ronan Lynch/Adam Parrish, Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard, Kevin Day/Jean Moreau, Sophie Hatter/Howl Pendragon, Kang Seokyoon/Yoon Jongwoo, Seo Moonjo/Yoon Jongwoo, Thomas Leitner/Kit Lambiel, Ash Lynx/Okumura Eiji, Vash the Stampede/Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru, Asagiri Gen/Ishigami Senkuu Additional Tags: Marriage Proposal, Festivals, Spring, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Hatsetsu source https://archiveofourown.org/works/56428417

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Next Jujutsu Kaisen Episode Countdown – Season 2 Episode 23

Picture: Mappa Jujutsu Kaisen Season 2 Episode 23 marks an enormous turning level within the second member of Shonen Leap’s Darkish Trio’s story. Pseudo-Geto’s sinister plans for Japan are about to start in earnest, and an surprising twist concerning Yuji Itadori’s household foreshadows even darker revelations. We’re nearing the finale of Jujutsu Kaisen Season 2, however followers nonetheless have loads of thrilling (and heartwrenching) twists to stay up for. Should you’re in it until the tip, right here’s the discharge date and countdown to Jujutsu Kaisen Season 2 Episode 23.

Jujutsu Kaisen Season 2 Episode 23 Launch Date, Time, and Countdown

Jujutsu Kaisen Season 2 Episode 23 can be launched on December twenty eighth, 2023, if all goes as deliberate. Like the remainder of Jujutsu Kaisen Season, Jujutsu Kaisen Season 2 Episode 23 can be out there on Crunchyroll at 10 AM PT / 12 PM CT / 1 PM ET. Nevertheless, it might be delayed on account of web site site visitors. The English dubbed model ought to arrive on the web site two weeks later, on January eleventh, 2024. Associated: Jujutsu Kaisen Manga Launch Date Schedule 2024: When You Can Count on New Chapters Jujutsu Kaisen Season 2 Episode 23 Launch Date Countdown If you wish to know exactly when a brand new episode of Jujutsu Kaisen will drop in your area, rejoice! Take a look at our in-depth Jujutsu Kaisen time zone launch chart under! Time ZoneLaunch TimePacific Time (Los Angeles, Vancouver)10:00 AM PSTMountain Time (Denver, Calgary)11:00 AM MSTCentral Time (Chicago, Regina)12:00 PM CSTJapanese Time (New York, Toronto)1:00 PM ESTAtlantic Time (Halifax, Fredericton)2:00 PM ASTBrazil (Brasília Time)2:00 PM BSTUK and Eire6:00 PM GMTEurope7:00 PM CESTMoscow8:00 PM MSKIndia10:30 PM ISTVietnam and Thailand12:00 AM ICTPhilippines1:00 AM PHT

RECAP: JJK Season 2 Episode 22 Spoilers and What to Count on in Episode 23

Picture: Mappa Determined to flee loss of life, Mahtio begs Pseudo-Geto to save lots of him from Yuji. Sadly for Mahito, Psuedo-Geto’s description of “serving to” entails utilizing his innate Cursed Spirit Manipulation approach to soak up Mahito. Unable to battle again, Mahito is consumed, giving Peeduo-Geto entry to all of Mahito’s terrifying talents. Given an opportunity to indicate off his new expertise when the Kyoto Second-Years arrive, Pseudo-Geto effortlessly avoids each assault thrown his means, even after Atsuya Kusakabe and Utahime Iori be a part of the fray. When it seems like issues can’t get any spicer, Choso arrives and protects Yuji from a harmful blow, loudly declaring that the boy is his little brother. Having skilled a false reminiscence of Yuji eating with himself and his brothers, Choso deduces that the being referred to as Peeduo-Geto is and at all times has been Kenjaku, the depraved sorcerer who created him and his siblings. Kenjaku doesn’t trouble denying the allegation, however Uraume freezes Choso in his tracks earlier than he can retaliate. Enraged by the continual interruption of Sukuna’s ressurection, Uraume makes an attempt to complete off all their opponents with an enormous blast of ice. At that second, Yuki Tsukumo arrives and challenges Kenjaku, closing the episode with a nail-biting cliffhanger. - This text was up to date on December twenty first, 2023 About The Creator

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Starting the year with two of my favorite jjk adults and one that’s on thin frckn ice

Happy new year!!