I'm sorry, but they look like Yin & Yang, lmao.
I love Gladius a lot and miss him so much ;w;
I'm sorry, but they look like Yin & Yang, lmao.
I love Gladius a lot and miss him so much ;w;
An early birthday gift to myself! He's so cute.
I have been doing this all day instead of hw
Please excuse any spelling errors I have made I am tired
Sometimes, when Shoko feels a little nostalgic, she’ll look through the many odd and somewhat sweet selfies the idiot-duo would take and send to her🥺
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i rmb reading a drabble b4 about calling gojo 'satoru' and that it makes him feel human and seen. idk. i loved it a lot but i'm not sure who wrote it :( this is just a little word vomit on the same concept. i love him so much :(
just a side thing i wanted to write in between requests, hope y'all don't mind <3
"satoru, come to bed, it's late," yawning, you pat the space beside you. he's doing his nightly skincare routine, patting his face gently with the retinol serum he just bought.
"ya sure you don't want to try it out?" gojo offers out the dropper, a hairband cutely pushed up to prevent his bangs from interfering.
"i don't like slimey stuff on my face." you cringe, realising your mistake too late.
"and yet you give me your face to cu-"
"shut the fuck up," you severely miss him, pillow landing on the floor beside him. he didn't even bother to activate his technique, laughing out loud at your failed attempt.
gojo never did switch it on when he was with you. not when he decided that he'd give his all to you, not even he asked you to move in with him on a desperate full of nightmares, not when you first said i love you.
gojo satoru was soft around you, a sight that many would like to see yet only disclosing it to you. the you who got him falling when you'd hang out with his students, giving as much pointers as you could on cursed energy. that was when he decided, he's sure. but again, there were countless other times where gojo recalls falling deeper and deeper in love with you. he smiles at that, capping the skin care bottle before quite literally jumping onto the bed.
"argh! satoru, what in the hell?!" his weight was crushing you, emphasised more when he leans down to plant kisses on your features. the feigned anger turns to giggling and shielding hands which he easily seizes between his fingers.
"s-stop! 'toru!" your smile is like the first few hues of dusk. it makes him feel all warm and mushy inside, something the strongest normally wouldn't have the luxury of feeling. satoru says, fuck it, because even i deserve love, even i deserve to be held. he repeats those words you said to him the first time he broke down in front of you, and he does it all the time, now.
gojo is brought back to reality when you cup his cheeks gently, not minding the 'slimey stuff' as you caress his skin. your hands accommodate his smile, cheeks filling up with how he's grinning down at you.
"you're insanely beautiful, satoru," you say it like it wouldn't boost his ego, but you can't care much when that much is true, noticing how much his hair resembles starlight and how his azure eyes catch the moonlight so perfectly.
gojo could say the same about you.
he sucks in a breath when he hears the compliment, the familiar cocky smirk and corny line lingering on his lips. he figured it's just different when the words come from you.
"say it again."
"hm? you're beautiful, really so-" your mouth parts in surprise and the other lowers himself to your side, which prompts you to lie on your lone shoulder.
"no, my love, i meant my name." gojo pulls you closer.
"oh! okay! uhm, sa-toru?" you giggle, the name falling weirdly from your lips now that you were demanded to say it. you try again, "satoru."
your lover smiles, scooting closer, "again."
"satoru." the syllables leaving your lips makes him feel dizzy and giddy. while he enjoys being told his voice sounds like silk and syrup, he finds that it fits you better, bringing his face to rest only inches from yours.
"satoru," you whisper, a shy smile overtaking your lips. soon, they're captured by gojo's, moving tenderly against yours. you're certain you see the sky painted in many different colours before your eyes close, the mere thought of gojo sending you reeling and cheeks flushing.
gojo's kisses are slow tonight, savouring every part of your mouth before he slips his tongue in, entwining with yours as he continues to make you fall harder. it works. breathlessly, you smile into to kiss to hopefully get a bit of air, feeling the reply of a grin on your lips when his irises open up to look at yours.
"love you." you murmur, ghosting along his lips before he smashes his lips against yours again, albeit clumsily that you two let out collective laughs.
people only ever call him gojo satoru, the strongest. he's never found much identity, always a pawn for the higher-ups to play with, but when sa-to-ru falls from your lips? god, he can compare it to being caught in cupid's arms. you give meaning to his name—satoru, satoru, satoru you whisper, knowing that it meant enlighten, and he's certain that's all you do whenever you're around.
you're always lighting up his life, always loving him with no restraint.
"angel?" gojo whispers in between kisses. you respond sleepily, tracing incoherent patterns along his chest. the words are caught in his throat when you fingers go over the 悟 of his name, three syllables packaged into a single character. he didn't expect you to remember, but it breathes some life back into him when you do it over his heart. he can't remember the last time he let someone trace his name so intimately.
"your first name is beautiful, satoru, just like you," you peck his lips. "now rest, you have a long day tomorrow."
"i love you too," the other replies a little late. his heart clenches up at the sight of you, caged and safe in his arms that he isn't sure what to do with his hands. "i love you. i love you. i love you so much."
with one last lingering kiss, you both succumb to slumber in peace, with gojo satoru's first name in the palm of your hand, and his last name aching to take its place in front of your own.
Looking stylish in Shibuya
I just have to spam the dashboard with this rich b*tch
I had a thought
Jjk is so funny. You got the main evil group sitting on the beach plotting, heading to the hot springs or sitting around playing Life. They literally just seem to plot while on vacation..
Then that one jujitsu stroll with Nobara, Yuji an Satoru acting like Megumi's heartbroken lovers
Look at themmm😭😭😭😭😭
Something in my trash I decided to post here:
Minors DNI•Rated R
“Good girl, good fucking girl. Squeezing me like that. But you can’t stop baby. Gotta ride daddy til I come, remember? Don’t disappoint me.” You took a minute to restart a steady rhythm up and down his cock. Gojo’s attention stayed on your glazed eyes. “Daddy doesn’t breed disappointments.”
My man 😩
MAPPA SHOWCASE 10TH ANNIVERSARY featuring Jujutsu Kaisen
MAPPA Showcase Jujutsu Kaisen
My favorite ship dynamic currently is person A who flirts with everyone starts hitting on Person B because they aren’t affected by Person A’s flirting and sees this as a challenge. Person A catches feelings for person B during this.
── “ heart-shaped box. ”
★ ── paring :: satoru gojo x f.reader (ft. yandere suguru getō)
★ ── genre :: angst. yandere. drabble.
★ ── wc :: 0.7k+
★ ── cw :: MAJOR JJK SPOILERS (shibuya incident arc). one-sided love (getō). jealousy (getō). established marriage (gojo & reader). kidnapping. pregnant reader. manipulation. talk of pregnancy. yandere tendencies. pain. and more pain. <3
a/n :: ik nobody asked for this buttt, i was listening to “heart-shaped box” by nirvana and i was like, hol up lemme wip sum up rq before working on the rest of my event 👀.
IT WAS COLD. you couldn't tell if it was the rolling tears blending with the droplets of rain that stormed down your face or if it was the flesh-like box between the palms of your trembling hands. you couldn't tell, yet you could tell it became colder when large hands wrapped themselves around your waist tightly, pulling you into the soaked robes he wore. those hands that now hold you with possession, dancing fingers tracing up your burning core like feathers are the same merciless hands that sealed the man you love most.. the only man you love.. the man who you call your husband.. the man who you would raise your expected child with..
.. the man who you call your one and only..
“darling, don't worry about him anymore.. gojo won't be coming back anytime soon.. so just hold me back, my little angel.” his resonant voice feathered against your shivering skin and he felt the flinch tremble in your soul when he spoke. barely, a silent plea slips from between your lips as you shake your head weakly only to feel clipped nails pinch into the sides of your waist. too numb, too drowned in the suffering sorrow, you couldn't care for the sting being delivered with envious intent, but when the palm of his hand rested atop of that firm and round skin that stretched with life in it, your nerves struck with tension. those same hands that almost brought the man you swore your life with to the brink of death, are now tracing delicate shapes around the life of your son.
he breathes in deeply behind you, “don't deny me, y/n.. because we all know this baby should have been mine. you should have been mine..” you can feel his deep-chested voice rumble in his throat with malicious intent, still unsatisfied gojo was only sealed. he wanted more. he wanted to finally just kill him. he knows he has the chance to now. but the vision of you begging for him to release gojo every weeping day strikes something deep within him. it enlightens him knowing you'll do anything to get gojo back, so far to have his child..
“soon as you have satoru’s child, you'll be busy making mine, and don't worry, i’ll care for it as i would care for my own.” getō knew deep down, soon as you birthed gojo’s emphasis child, he would treat him just like that closed up sorcerer, seal him. keeping that little boy away forever. not wanting any ties with the blood of gojo near him or future clashing events to occur.
you wanted to bottle yourself up, hearing your husband's best friend speak like this with his head so high up and proud with this obsession. you couldn't bear this. any of this. the sight of this box that looked back at you, multiple crazed eyes blinking away the droplets of your burning tears that landed on it. you couldn't bear the thought of your husband being bound up in this small cube helplessly as you could only hold at it tighter in hopes he would hold you back.. and you couldn't bear the idea of marrying getō..
“but remember who's fault this is. gojo wouldn't be in there if you didn't marry me. none of this would have happened if you just pick me. but, i guess things happen for the greater good of a life lesson, hm?” getō leans down more to rest his lips against the skin of your neck and there was something in that shout you agonized in when the long-haired man began heaving you forward to walk. was it pain? or anger behind it? only getō knew and he watched, heartily. watching those watering eyes of yours flutter with anger, but the anger was nothing but a shield for the pain. your shaken body was too weak to struggle away from him, he was too big.. too strong.. he was too powerful.. and there was nothing you could do, yet only let him take you in his hold and take you as his own.. just how he always wanted it to be..
“it's just us now, y/n my love..”