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“she jumped into an abyss she had never been to, but her dreams were worth the fall and whatever landing she would be met with.”

[reignpage]

Grubby Hands

Smau: in which your child has your phone Warnings: mostly fluff and crack, some sexual language, made the child a daughter idk I forgot sons exists, they're varying ages, and it's kinda linked to the Daddy Daughter series but also not, not proofread Featuring: Gojo, Geto, Choso, Toji, Nanami, Sukuna (no special guests)

[mimuju-deactivated20260521]

── .✦ fratjo really struggles to keep quiet during sex ! !

𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 ruled the frat house like a god.

tall, white-haired, sunglasses perpetually perched on his nose even indoors. he had that effortless swagger—unbuttoned shirts showing off ripped abs, a smirk that screamed i know i’m hot. girls orbited him like planets, giggling over red solo cups at parties. 

“satoru’s dick game is insane,” they’d whisper, comparing notes. he’d lean in close, voice low and teasing: “wanna verify the rumors yourself?” macho as hell, collecting phone numbers like achievements, never seen without a girl on his arm.

his rep was ironclad. unbreakable. 

until tonight.

the party downstairs was still raging—bass thumping through the floorboards, shouts and laughter echoing. you’d caught his eye across the sticky kitchen island, shared a look, and twenty minutes later you were sneaking up the back stairs to his room. geto had smirked as you passed (“don’t break the bed”).

“keep it down,” you’d hissed as you shoved him onto his messy bed, climbing astride his hips. his room smelled like expensive cologne and weed. “if your frat bros hear you lose it, your whole playboy image is fucked.”

gojo scoffed, hands sliding up your thighs under your skirt, cock already rock-hard against your thigh through his sweats. “lose it? baby, i’m the one who makes girls scream. you’re gonna have to bite the pillow.”

big talk. empty promises.

now you’re buried on him to the hilt, his stupidly thick cock stretching you perfectly, and he’s crumbling like cheap drywall. you set a slow, deliberate rhythm—rolling your hips in deep circles, dragging against every sensitive inch inside you. his head falls back against the pillow, sunglasses long discarded, white hair splayed like a halo.

the first whimper slips out unbidden. high and needy. “hnngh—”

you pause, smirking down at him. “what was that?”

“nothing,” he bites out, too quick. his cheeks flush pink under the bravado, hands gripping your ass tighter. “keep—fuck—k-keep going.”

you do. pick up the pace just enough to make him squirm. another sound escapes—breathier this time, almost a whine. “ahh—”

you slow again, raising an eyebrow. “you okay? you sound like you’re struggling.”

“i’m fine,” he grits through clenched teeth, but his hips twitch upward desperately, betraying him. his blue eyes are glassy, pupils blown wide. sweat beads along his jaw. “just—ngh—s'fuckin’ tight. move.”

suspicious, but intriguing. you obey, slamming down harder, and he cracks. a proper whimper, muffled behind his fist as he jams it in his mouth. doesn’t help—the sound vibrates through his hand, pathetic and pornographic.

“gojo,” you whisper, leaning down so your lips brush his ear, breasts pressing against his chest. “you’re whimpering. frat king gojo satoru, whimpering like a little bitch. what would your fan club say?”

“shut—” another whine cuts him off as you clench around him deliberately. his whole body jerks, free hand fisting the sheets. “fuck— n-not fair—pussy s-so good—fuck—squeezin’ me—gonna—”

the bass from downstairs thumps in time with your hips. you can hear laughter, bottles clinking. one wrong sound and—

you cover his mouth with your hand. his eyes widen, then roll back slightly as he moans into your palm, hips bucking wildly up into you. the wet slap-slap-slap of your bodies is dangerously loud, but his stifled noises are pure music—muffled whimpers, desperate hums, choked gasps.

“gonna cummm,” he whines behind your fingers, voice breaking. “please—can’t hold it—too good—haaahnn—pleasepleaseplease—”

“be quiet,” you hiss, riding him faster, chasing your own edge against the perfect drag of him inside you. “or geto’s gonna have stories for weeks.”

that does it. his body locks, abs flexing hard under your hands. he bites your palm—not hard, just desperately—as he unloads, hot pulses flooding you deep. the sensation tips you over too; you bury your face in his neck to muffle your own cry, clenching rhythmically around him.

you both collapse in a sweaty tangle, panting into the dim glow of his lava lamp. the party rages on below, oblivious.

he’s still twitching inside you when he mutters, hoarse and wrecked: “don’t… fuckin’ tell anyone.”

you lift your head, grinning wickedly. “about the whimpering? or how you cried?”

he groans, hiding his flushed face in your shoulder. “you’re evil.”

“and you’re adorable.” you kiss his temple. 

downstairs, someone yells his name. he stiffens. you laugh softly. his reputation? toast.

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[dewveils]

e-girl | nerdjo x reader

[summary] gojo has a less than appropriate crush on his favorite streamer

[content warnings] male masturbation, sexual fantasies, some serious parasocial behavior, yearning but make it sad and desperate

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bamb111_ is online!

a sharp ding from gojo's phone has him groaning, long limbs swiping over the expanse of his ruffled sheets in a lazy search for the device. fuck, what time is it? the blackout curtains make it hard to tell, but judging by the high sunrays that peak through the edges, he can assume it's already well into the day. with half his face still pressed into the plush of his pillow, he forces one slow eye open, scanning the screen.

one look at the top notification is all it takes.

he flips the covers off with lightening speed, nearly tripping over the empty cans of monster and takeout boxes that litter the floor of his dorm as he scrambles to his PC, keyboard clicking up a storm in a desperate attempt to log before the green dot beside your name disappears. the monitor flickers to life, bathing the shadows of his room with a cool neon glow as his heart kicks into something embarrassingly close to a sprint.

"c'mon, c'mon, c'mon."

the loading screen lags — because of course it does, it had to be today of all days that his internet decides to act up — and he hisses under his breath, leg tapping impatiently beneath his desk. he sifts through the clutter on the table until he finds his glasses, shoving them onto his face just as the webpage comes into view. he makes a mental note to clean over the weekend.

welcome to joyixa, the #1 place to watch and interact with your favorite streamers, gamers, and more! please enter your login information or create a new account.

gojo types in his username with a speed that borders on frantic. it's muscle memory, automatic at this point. he's lost count of the amount of times he's put himself through this exact routine, he could probably do it blindfolded. he glances at his phone, heart dropping when he sees you've already been online for a whopping 5 minutes and he still hasn't made it past the front page of the site.

then, the unthinkable happens.

oops!

your password has expired and must be changed. please enter your email address to start the password restart process. you may —

"are you fucking kidding me, again?" gojo sighs so hard he thinks his lungs flatten, one shaky finger pushing up the center of his glasses as the others continue to do their best to get this grueling task over with as fast as possible.

even in his haste, he still has half a mind to wonder what you're doing. he always is. he wonders what cosplay you've got on. if your hair is still in those pretty little pigtails like they were last week. if you've opted to go for coffin or square nails (he voted in chat for coffin). he wonders what music you're listening to so he can swiftly add them to the playlist he's made of every song you've ever had playing in the background.

when the reset link hits his inbox, he clicks it so fast he nearly misses, hands just unsteady enough to be annoying. new password. confirm password. something secure, something he won’t forget — no, something he can’t forget.

done. enter. load. load. load.

"i swear to god, if this — "

the page refreshes and he doesn't breathe until he's back in, cursor speeding to his favorites tab and obediently clicking on the only profile on the list. yours. always yours.

when he sees that you're still on, he finally lets the air in. but the feeling doesn't last long. the second his pale blue eyes land on your webcam, it's like the wind's been knocked clean out of him, pupils blown wide.

you're sitting in your signature baby pink chair, one leg bent up for comfort, and a pair of soft kitten ears resting on top of your head. he leans in, taking in every detail like he expects you to vanish if he looks away too long. your top is decorated with intricate lace and shining silk, puffed sleeves, and printed cat paws resting on your chest, practically taunting him. you've got a wig on this time, a rare sight nowadays, with soft curls flowing gracefully down your shoulders and framing your face like art. if he was a complete creep, he'd take some screenshots.

he only takes one.

gojo shoves his headphones on just in time to catch you let out a gentle laugh at someone in chat. something selfish in his chest twists. tuh. can't be that funny. chat's moving fast. too fast. the message box blinks up at him, waiting.

say something. anything. don't overthink it. just...be cool. yeah. be cool.

certified_6ixeyes: joyixa tried to lock me out again.

the second he hits send, he wishes he hadn't, a sharp wave of regret washing over every cell in his body. wow. real fucking smooth there, satoru. couldn't think of anything better to say? a stressed hand runs through his already disheveled white hair, mussed from a rough night sleep he can only discern is caused by his endless, persistent thoughts of you. part of him hopes you respond or at least see it in passing so he knows his awkward admission earned a moment of your attention. the other part of him hopes it gets lost in the sea of other chatters. you'd look beautiful doing either, he's sure.

he watches you take a sip of your drink, glossy pink lips wrapping gently around the plastic straw in a way that makes his breath catch, a small tent growing beneath the cotton fabric of his sweatpants. he'd be lying if he said he didn't feel a little guilty about all this. but he can't help it. from the moment he first wandered into your stream, he was hooked.

you were playing one of his favorite games of all time, making the same comments he would be making, raged at the same moments where he felt like he was losing his shit, shed tears at the same cutscenes that had him blubbering like a baby. you were completely engrossed in the gameplay and the story. so much so that he felt like he was right there with you.

all those years of sitting alone at lunch with a nintendo switch being his only source of companionship. being picked last for the team games during gym because he was too tall and lanky. standing against the wall during prom in his too-expensive rented tux and watching every other guy in his class slow dance with their dates. the hours upon hours spent cooped up in the darkness of his bedroom playing that very same game for the nth time in a row.

for the first time in his life, satoru felt seen.

and see him you did.

"oh no! hey, um...certified six eyes, is that how you say it? i'm sorry to hear that, that totally blows," you pout into the mic, and for a second, gojo can't believe what he's hearing. did she just...no. no way. no fucking way. he leans back in his chair, arms raising to grip the hair on his head in disbelief, jaw nearly dragging across the floor.

"holy shit, she's talking to me," he gawks in pure awe, absolutely glowing. "sh-she's really talking to...to me! why the — "

"i hate when that happens, and it's always, like, at the worst times, too!" your voice tilts, light and sympathetic to his very real, very serious struggle, "did you get back in okay?" his stomach flips, snapping himself out of his daze and throwing his hands back on the keyboard to respond before your attention gets yanked elsewhere.

certified_6ixeyes: barely. almost died.

what the hell does that even mean? almost died, seriously? she's gonna think you're such a loser —

but then you laugh. actually laugh. and he's watched you long enough to know when it's out of pity or actually something you find funny. the sound spills through his headphones, warm and easy.

"almost died?" you repeat, smiling now, eyes sparkling. "a bit dramatic, don't you think?"

gojo doesn't realize he's smiling too until his cheeks start to ache. he takes a deep breath.

certified_6ixeyes: you wouldn't get it.

it's a bit of a risk if it doesn't read well, he knows. testy. but you've got him feeling bolder.

your brow lifts at the message, all other chatters forgotten. he watches your lips part ever so slightly, like you're about to say something. you lean closer to the mic, tone dipping just enough to make it feel like a secret, shared just between the two of you.

"oh yeah?" you whisper. "try me."

his pulse spikes, hot and needy. is this real life? what the fuck is going on? the chat explodes, simps flocking in droves, trying their luck at garnering the same reaction out of you. but you're looking right at the camera, like you're waiting for him specifically to respond.

like no one else is there.

he shifts in his seat, a hand coming up to scratch at the bare skin of his neck, suddenly too warm, too aware of himself. his bare torso radiates a heat he knows all too well. it's the same feeling he gets when he's laying in bed after a long day of nonsensical lectures of bullshit he already knows, phone clutched in his right hand as his thumb combs through your instagram, the left palming himself through his thin boxers.

certified_6ixeyes: if i missed, you, yeah. kinda life or death.

certified_6ixeyes: but don't let it get to your head.

"i dunno..." you tease, voice almost sing-song now. "kinda already has."

your stream carries on as usual, but gojo can't seem to focus no matter how hard he tries, head still spinning from the rush of your interaction earlier as you curse at a player that's been spawn camping for the better part of an hour. deep down, he knows you'll probably forget it ever happened at all by the time you shut off your webcam. if he were a normal person, that feeling should settle him, ground him in the nature of what your relationship actually is — a creator and a viewer.

but every so often, he sees you look back at chat. and every time you do, his eyes lock. like there's a chance you're looking for his username again.

ridiculous. completely and utterly delusional.

he picks up on a catchy melody playing distantly in the background, instructively running it through a song detector and adding it to his collection. but when you respond to some random, his jaw tightens. even worse, they manage to get a giggle out of you with some stupid joke.

of course she's not waiting for you, dumbass. he scoffs under his breath, leaning back in his chair as if creating physical distance between himself and the screen would make it hurt less.

"get a grip, dude." he mutters, pinning his lip between his teeth when you laugh again.

then, like you can hear him, your gaze flicks back up.

"chat's a little brave today," you hum knowingly. "i don't know if i should be encouraging this behavior."

he takes this as an opening.

certified_6ixeyes: that depends.

"oh?" you respond almost too quickly. gojo fights with everything in him to not type 'so what are we?' you go on. "depends on what, six eyes?"

something about having your full and undivided attention again has him feeling dangerous. like he could get away with anything; rob the louvre, hijack a plane, dine and dash (the latter is probably more his speed). still, he bites the bullet.

certified_6ixeyes: only if you can handle it.

"handle it?" a look of mischief flashes over your face. he thinks he even sees the ghost of a smirk. "huh."

there's a beat of silence. then another. had he overstepped? gone a step too far? gojo bites his fist, teeth digging into the skin.

"you're kinda feisty, six eyes," you murmur. his stomach drops.

"i might have to keep an eye on you."

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you're offline for a few days, longer than normal. it's not alarming, but it does have gojo checking his phone like an anxious boyfriend waiting for a text back. he should be fully immersed in the DND campaign playing out before him, breaking down the story arc that's been building over the past few weeks. but the anticipation of your name potentially lighting up his lock screen is enough to keep him half here, half somewhere else entirely.

" — and that's when you hear the door behind you slam shut," geto proclaims, fingers steepled over the table. "something moves within the walls of the — "

"wait," gojo cuts in. two pairs of eyes snap towards him.

a scoff. "you've said 'wait' like six times now," shoko mutters, flipping over her character sheet. "either make a move or die, satoru."

"i will, i will, just..." he trails off, phone already vise-gripped in one hand, thumb flicking down the screen yet again to refresh your page.

no updates.

"if you check your dry ass phone one more time," geto slows. "i'm killing you myself. in this reality."

"alright, fine. i, uh...attack."

"with what?" shoko questions flatly.

"...my sword."

the lukewarm answer earns him a dull hum. "wow. such riveting gameplay."

he hates the way his brain insists on replaying that last conversation with you, if he can even call it that. like some endless loop. picking it apart, analyzing every word, sound, look. glance.

oh yeah? try me.

you're kinda feisty, six eyes.

i might have to keep an eye on you.

he refreshes your page again. nothing.

could it have all just been an act? a playful bit to cater to your male-dominated audience? some kind of sick joke to mess with his feelings? all very likely possibilities. he tells himself to face the facts. you were a highly regarded, highly successful, highly sought after streamer that made a living off of guys like him. you know it. he knows it. he'd be an idiot to believe for a second that he stood any kind of real chance with you, especially after what could only be described as a minute worth of dialogue exchange from a chat box.

"idiot," he mutters, dragging a hand down his face. geto rolls his eyes so hard they hit bone.

"look, if you're gonna keep neglecting the party, we might as well just call it quits now and pick back up next — "

"good idea!" gojo chirps, too eager as he slings his backpack over his shoulder and pushes his chair in. "i'll see you guys next...whenever. i'm gonna — i gotta go check, uh...something. later."

he leaves a puff of smoke behind with the speed he leaves the table with, the doors of the student union swinging shut behind him. shoko pinches the bridge of her nose, a futile attempt to rub away the headache the nerd has so generously given her.

shoko sinks in her seat, palms pressing together in prayer. "please, lord. if you can hear me, give that man some pussy before i lose my mind."

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gojo is very thankful to be one of the few students in his building to have a dorm without a roommate. not only for the luxury of peace and quiet whenever he pleases, but also for the ability to lock his door, strip himself naked, and work up a sweat in the comfort of his own bed with your clips playing on the speakers.

it's mostly for the relief. just something to take the edge off. because yes, your radio silence has been torturous. he can't focus. his sleep schedule's more fucked than it usually is. he can't even indulge in a good campaign without you pounding at the back of his mind. if he was a religious man, he'd think the epitome of hell would be the absence of your voice, your laugh, your teasing lilt that both soothes his nerves and sparks them up like fire. your presence, or lack thereof, has bled into the quiet corners of his life with ease.

he exhales slowly, head tipping back against the pillow when he hears you sigh out of frustration, an arm thrown over his eyes. he thinks of you looking up at him with that pretty smile, on your knees, a soft hand wrapped around his cock. he imagines the grip of his slick fist is the warm, wet suction of your mouth sliding up and down his length.

"ah, fuck...y-yes, baby, just like that," he begs to an empty room, eyes screwed shut, but he sees you in his mind clear as day. he's rock hard, almost solid from the rush of blood pulsing through his body, skin growing damp with want, with need. he rubs a shaking thumb over the angry, leaking tip, gathering the wetness and pretending it's the gloss of your lips. the mere thought has his hips bucking like an animal, wild thrusts into the curve of his hand.

"n-need you so bad right now, baby p-please." his breathing is rapid, gasping as he hurls himself towards the pleasure, desperate to soothe the ache. then, the mental image shifts.

he's flipped you over onto your stomach, folding up your little maid skirt and raising your hips until you bend at the knees. a clear, sticky tear drips down the inside of your thigh as you look back at him, doe-eyes glazed. "you want this cock in your little pussy? yeah? y-you need me to fill you up?" you nod in his dreams, ass swaying like you're some little puppy, wagging your tail just for him. "hah, i - oh, i think i like that."

in the real world, he grips himself tighter, almost violently, milking himself for all he's worth. the thought of being wrapped in your warmth, feeling the pulse of your walls growing tighter around him, the gasps and whines that escape your lips when he hits that sweet spongy spot inside over and over and over again.

he thinks of how you'd sound when you come undone. when he unravels you beneath him, body spent, pussy fluttering around him and holding him inside like a warm hug. that's all it takes for him to start gushing, thick white ropes shooting from his tip and onto his tense abs, a drop hitting the tip of his chin.

"oh my -ah, fuck! fuckfuckfuck. take it all. a-all for you, all for you," he chokes on his words, toned body coated in a wet sheen as he wills his heart to slow back down. your voice through the speakers and the distant sound of his breathing echo through the room. birds chirp outside his window. the muffled chatter of students walking down the hall. gojo sighs.

no matter how close to you he feels in his heart.

he's still just some nerdy college loser alone in his dorm room.

until his phone dings.

chest still heaving, he leans over to grab it from his bedside table, careful not to let the cum on his chest drip onto his sheets. at the sight of his face, the screen lights up.

and it's like the world stops spinning.

bamb111_ has followed you back!

[vannvanvan]

RANDOM TEXTS FROM JJK MEN PT2

Made these to test out a different website

Featuring: Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Kento Nanami, Choso Kamo, Toji Fushiguro, Ryomen Sukuna

Warnings: Cursing, Suggestive language

[saintkaylaa]

HIGC: First Impressions

ᯓ✦: satoru, suguru, nanami, haibara, shoko, utahime

note: the chat shares first impressions of each other ! in a timeline where geto doesn’t defect & haibara doesn’t die bc ichiji is mentioned lol. relationship geto & nanami secretly in love with you

warnings: cursing, kys/die jokes, crack, f!reader

I BLOCK MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS

[koiswho]

megumi with a yapper reader

you had always thought you were a listener. sometimes you are. but when you get down to talk about something, anything, with the person you're comfortable with you became a full on chatterbox.

so imagine when you're talking with megumi. maybe you're lounging around in his room, on his bed in eachother company's. and you kept talking and talking. and he's there, listening to every word. adding tidbits to your rambling but never shut you out.

you then realise how quiet he'd been and asked him questions about his days. he answered like he always do. short, precise and leading the conversation away and back to you.

you didn't notice how flawlessly he turned the topic. you only noticed how you're talking again. and a lot.

feeling self-conscious, you stopped mid-rambling. you fidget around your fingers and chuckles nervously, "i'm sorry i'm talking a lot," you said. a little sheepish that you let your mouth go on and on.

he was about to say that, no you aren't. infact it wasn't enough. he wanted you to talk more. that he was obsessed with your voice. with you and every part of your thoughts even the mundane ones.

but you cut him off, "if you think that i should shut up just say so. you don't have to—" you started apologizing before he squished your face with his palm.

your mouth looked like a duck when you tried to speak, "gumi what are you doing?" a small giggle came out of you.

megumi isn't the best at speech. he is worse than inumaki with the speech curse. he couldn't for the life of him convey to you how he felt with words.

so he did what he did best. he leaned closer to you. gave your cheeks a squeeze or two. and with what you think was a subtle pout on his face he said, "never stop talking."

he never said why, never told you how you make him feel, never said that whenever he's with you it was the highlight of his day. well, he didn't need to. because the way he took care of you and your feelings showed you more than he needs to say.

with a soft smile on your face you nodded, "alright." as you picked up where you left off. he's all ears for you, always for you. itadori, nobara, gojo-sensei, never got what you get. his neverending attention.

english isn't author's first language

[oceanaesthete]

"...we've been dating, for like, two months now."

Silence filled the room. You nervously fidgeted with your hands. Glancing at Megumi, he looked still, except for his face being a light shade of pink as he refused to look at anyone.

You expected a reaction, for Nobara to give a whole speech about how you guys kept it a secret from her, for Yuji to be excited, for Gojo to cry about how old Megumi got enough to have a girlfriend.

Instead, Nobara stood up. Her expression as still as possible, but almost relieved. She held her hands out.

"Pay up."

Yuji groaned into his hands as he pulled out the first cash he found in his pocket. Gojo placed his card into Nobara's palm.

"...what is happening right now..?" You looked at all of them in confusment as Nobara put the money into her bag.

"We made a bet on you two being together or not." Yuji said.

"Why–why on earth would you two say no?!" Megumi snapped in embarrassement. Not being able to believe how stupid this was.

"Just never believed you would be able to pull Y/n." Gojo said without holding back.

"EXCUSE ME?"

[chuulyssa]

megumi lets you do whatever you want to him most times, and that includes absolutely ruining yourself over his abs

the thing about megumi is that he doesn’t advertise how much he’ll let you get away with — he just… allows it.

one minute he’s doing his usual thing: quiet, arms crossed, eyebrows faintly pinched like the world personally offends him alright. the next minute you’re straddling his hips on the couch (or the bed, or the floor, or once memorably against the kitchen counter when he was trying to make tea), and he’s not stopping you. not even a little.

he just exhales through his nose, long and slow, like he’s deciding whether it’s worth protesting. spoiler: he usually decides it isn’t.

he lets you grind down slow and filthy against the hard ridges of his stomach, lets you drag your tongue along the shallow grooves between his abs like you’re trying to map every single one with spit. lets you sink your teeth into the meat just below his ribs hard enough to leave faint crescents, then soothe the sting with kitten licks while he twitches under you.

the first time you actually rode his abs — sliding your slick cunt back and forth along that carved centerline, clit catching on every defined edge — he didn’t say a word for almost a full minute. just watched you with those dark, half-lidded eyes, breathing a little harder each time your hips rolled forward. when you finally whimpered his name he broke, one big hand clamping down on your thigh, the other fisting the sheet beside him so hard the fabric creaked.

“...keep going,” was all he said. voice rough and low. not quite a command, but definitely not a suggestion.

he stays mostly still while you borderline use him — lets you set the pace, lets you chase the friction until your thighs burn and your nails dig half-moons into his pecs. but every so often he flexes. deliberately! just enough to make the muscles jump and roll under your wet heat, and every single time it punches a broken sound out of your throat.

he doesn’t smirk when it happens. doesn’t tease.

he just looks up at you like: “whore.”

a/n: only time im thanking gege

© chuulyssa 2026 - do not copy, plagiarize or repost my works on any platforms. do not translate.

[reignpage]

Wedding Jitters

in which the men turn to Google for advice during your engagement What to Expect When Expecting - the pregnancy version

SATORU

SUGURU

CHOSO

TOJI

KENTO

SUKUNA

Edit: amended one of Sukuna's searches (the vanquishing one) cause the better idea came to me in the middle of the night lol

[mimuju-deactivated20260521]

── .✦ fratjo hates going down, but you're the exception !

the first rule of being satoru gojo was simple: you never, ever went down on a girl.

“it’s undignified,” he declared, leaning back in the worn-out frat house armchair, one leg slung over the arm. a bottle of cheap beer dangled from his fingers. “like, biologically, it makes no sense. you’re putting your face in a swamp. a swamp.i have standards.”

his friends—a chorus of nodding, beer-addled bros—laughed and clinked bottles in agreement. “preach, man!”

“seriously,” gojo continued, warming to his theme, his white hair glowing under the shitty fluorescent light. “what’s in it for me? the view is mid. the taste is questionable. naaah. my talents are better utilized elsewhere.” he gestured vaguely with the bottle. “let them worship me. that’s the natural order. i’m a giver, sure, but that’s just… not in my repertoire. ever.”

he said it with such absolute, unshakeable conviction that it became gospel in the frat house. gojo doesn’t eat pussy. it was a known fact, like the sky being blue or his ego being planetary in size.

cut to three hours later.

the same satoru gojo is currently buried so deep between your thighs he might need a rescue team. the arrogant smirk is gone, replaced by a look of single-minded, desperate devotion. his glasses are discarded somewhere on your bedroom floor.

“fuuuhhck,” he slurs, the word muffled against your skin as his tongue—that clever, wicked tongue he claimed was too good for this—lashes your clit in tight, frantic circles. “fuck, fuck, fuck… mmmh, so good…”

he’s not just doing it. he’s feasting. one large hand pins your hip to the mattress, the other is tangled in the sheets like he’s holding on for dear life. the wet, obscene sounds filling the room are coming from him as much as from you— slurps, groans, hungry hums that vibrate straight to your core. each flick of his tongue draws a new, breathy moan from him, a symphony of whines and low, possessive growls.

you card your fingers through his sweaty white hair, tugging gently. “t-thought you didn’t do this,” you gasp, arching into his mouth.

he pulls off just enough to growl, his lips and chin glistening. “shut up,” he breathes, pupils blown wide, looking utterly pussydrunk. a string of saliva connects his lower lip to your folds. “you taste like fucking heaven. ‘s different.” he nuzzles back in, inhaling deeply with a shuddering sigh. “god, you smell so good… mmph…” then he dives back in with a needy whimper, his nose pressing against you as he laps at your entrance, drinking you down like a man dying of thirst. every swallow is punctuated by a soft, satisfied groan from the back of his throat.

he’s lost all composure, all his cool, frat-boy posturing dissolved into a primal, whimpering mess. he moans into you, a continuous, low-pitched moans synced with the thrust of his tongue, his hips grinding uselessly against the mattress. when your legs start to shake around his head, he lets out a muffled, encouraging “yesssss, c’mon, baby, g-give it to me— n-need it s'bad—”

when you finally come, crying out his name, he doesn’t pull away. he rides out every pulse with his tongue, swallowing every drop, a deep, resonant sigh of pleasure vibrating against your oversensitive flesh until you’re pushing his head away, trembling and spent.

he collapses beside you, breathing raggedly, a dazed, blissed-out smile on his slick lips. he looks ruined, triumphant, and utterly, completely yours. he lets out a long, shaky exhale that’s almost a laugh.

“…okay,” he pants after a minute, turning to nuzzle your shoulder. he presses a lazy, open-mouthed kiss to your skin. “maybe i do go down. but only for you.” he licks his lips, still tasting you, and lets out another soft, involuntary sigh. “and you better not tell anyone.”

"we'll see about that," you just smile, running a thumb over his swollen lower lip. your secret.

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[naomiiocha]

FRAT!JO!!! FRAT!KUNA!! FLASH US!!!!! (Definitely was not an excuse to draw abs)

[aransmind]

choose your fav gojo

[mieleism]

texts between you & satoru (s. gojo x reader)

tags.: crack, no clear relationship defined, f!reader implied, satoru gojo x reader smau

more.: choso smau | husband!kento smau | masterlist

[cryinginmyveil]

A Big Belly

A JJK X Reader SMAU

⊹₊˚‧(summary: You feel like a BIG pregnant lady (and you are- 7 months along to be exact-) so you tell your husband about it) ⊹₊˚‧(contains: Choso Kamo, Suguru Geto, Satoru Gojo, Nanami Kento, Ryomen Sukuna) ⊹₊˚‧(a/n: There is some suggestive messages in here !be aware! Other than that, I have my entrance exam next week and I'm so so scare guys🥲)

[cupidoll]

can’t afford love

angst no resolution. he yearns. he does belittle u in this but he don’t mean it lil twin

an imagine where satoru gojo finds himself falling for a weaker sorcerer… find more of my little fics here!

manga spoilers at the very end

you and satoru knew each other from jujutsu high. you wanted to be sorcerer— or really, you had dreamed of being one. a strong one like him.. but eventually you realized that’s all it was and you wanted to move onto other things.

most of the time you’d see him it was in passing but you started to notice him peering at you through his glasses, analyzing you.

one day, he started to talk with you. maybe not in the most flattering way all the time but there would be moments. weird moments where you’d catch a look, his eyes lingering on yours for too long— like now.

“hey,

satoru’s fingers wrapped around your wrist to abruptly get your attention, he held on firmly.

“quit being a sorcerer.”

in that moment, your heart had shattered at the brutal advisement, taking it as criticism— satoru gojo thought you were weak. normally, you could take his playful banter or snarky comments, even keep up with him in that department at times but.. this felt different. did your heart feel achy at his words or the fact that it was him saying it? you snatch your hand away, eyes diluting only a little but he notices.

“face it,

he steps back, satoru didn’t want to hurt you but what else could he do to save you?

“you don’t belong here.” satoru really didn’t want to hurt you.. but your silence and very hurt look only frustrated and alarmed him in ways he didn’t yet know how to handle. why weren’t you saying anything? why did you look so scorned? he was only being honest.

“what?” satoru exclaims, sounding only more insulting and confused.

you didn’t answer him, leaving him to watch as you walked away. satoru felt weirdly hurt. should he have worded it differently?

“it’s true!”

satoru looks over at his best friend, suguru geto. he sat across from him giving him a real judgy look. he continues, “i don’t know why she looked so upset, someone had to tell her!”

geto groans closing the book he was so rudely interrupted from, “dude, i think it’s the way you said it. plus why wouldn’t she be hurt by you of all people?” he stands up, “maybe you should have let the school decide.”

satoru’s face scrunches in pure confusion. “the school?! the school doesn’t care about her! or maybe any of us in that capacity.“

geto raises an eyebrow, “and you do?” satoru freezes up, realizing how he sounds.

“care about her ‘in that capacity’ i mean?”

satoru still says nothing causing a smile to crack on geto’s face. “what exactly is this ‘capacity’ you speak of?” he laughs finally understanding why satoru was freaking out over something he’d assumed he’d never think twice about.

geto leans down gathering his book and phone into his hands, “i think you know how to fix this.”

the bells rings and geto scatters off throughly amused by the lost expression on his best friend’s face. was he really that clueless? were the two of you really the only ones who didn’t notice?

satoru gojo was in love.

you and satoru hadn’t spoken in about week now. he’d also never brought the topic up to geto again.

he noticed you were avoiding him. scurrying away when he was walking over to you and eating lunch with the girls instead of all of you eating as a group with him and geto.

was it really that personal? satoru still didn’t understand, a more cowardly part of him wanted to dismiss you as ‘being emotional’ but it was wrong, something inside felt off.

so he started making his mission to politely stop you, apologize and then everything would be normal again.

he started by just trying to stop you and when that didn’t work, leaving you small gifts with notes but you’d just take the gifts. satoru didn’t want to have to resort to forced proximity but.. here he was confining you into a classroom.

“i don’t want to talk!”

“listen, i’m not gonna let you leave until you stand still and listen.” satoru hadn’t only confined you to a classroom but to a corner. his tall frame inching closer, pulling out his arms every time you tried to move and when you tried to nudge him away? welll.. those efforts were futile.

you were dissolving in anger. “i don’t want to hear what you have to say, okay? you already said exactly how you feel about me!”

“i did?” satoru’s eyebrows raise, “then why are you avoiding me?”

you sighed, your breath was shaky “i’m leaving!”

“i already told you i’m not—“

you groan interrupting him. “this school, satoru.”

the room fills with silence and a strange feeling floods satoru’s heart: desire.

your eyes started to water staring into his face. you didn’t want to be away from him

“t-that still doesn’t explain why your ignoring me,” his tone is softer now, sounding defeated almost.

“i’m the one who told you to leave.”

you take your chances at his softened demeanor lightly pushing him, he only stumbles back slightly before his guard is up again. “you think everything is about you! i-i was already planning to go.”

satoru keeps you in place by the side of your arms this time. “weren’t you going to tell me?”

you read the look in his eyes. why was he getting so frustrated? a tear falls down your cheek, why were you? “of course i was, before you basically cheered me off.”

“what are you talking about?”

the hold on your arms becomes tighter, desperate. “i didn’t cheer you off-“

“really?” your anger is apparent now making satoru feel like he was sinking. “so you being all smug and telling me i ‘don’t belong here’ isn’t you doing that?!”

“no?!” he bites his tongue.

“i’m trying to protect you!”

“why? when have you ever done anything besides hate me?”

“i don’t, i just don’t want you here!” your face drops.

“that’s not what i mean?”

another moment of silent staring consumes him, the two of you kept searching for understanding in each other’s eyes when his gaze accidentally slips to your lips, now tuning out the spouts of confusion falling from them.

he was entranced and with very very little thinking for once wanting be a victim to what his heart held. he leans in, closing the gap in between the two of you. satoru felt you gasp in shock against his lips before finally relaxing.

you trailed your hands up his sides hesitantly, you’d never been this close to him before. only quick touches, often in passing, not knowing the both of your hearts yearned for more.

feeling your embrace, satoru’s heart skips a beat. he moves his hands to cup your cheeks, pulling you closer he didn’t want to let go— but this was never going to be his fairytale and he had to.

satoru pulls away from you drawing a look of loss out of your tear stained face. he understood it now, all of the signs, he’d never felt so oblivious to something before.

how could he not see?

satoru felt a strong sensation in his chest. “i’ve never felt this way about anyone.” what if you were a witch secretly casting some spell? he knew you weren’t but this was just too dangerous to him, his goal was protecting you always.

“me either.” your soft voice comes as a gentle reminder:

satoru gojo can’t afford love.

he backs away from you, looking panicked. “i’m sorry, he was. “y-you should leave.”

he never wanted to hurt you, just protect you from what was inevitable. “what do you mean? satoru, i understand what it all means now.”

satoru knew he was wrong. the danger he put you in with just one kiss. you weren’t a possibility for him. just a taste of a life he couldn’t have, you had to leave— so he puts on his best poker face.

“no, actually you were right.”

your eyes hook to his every word. “what?”

“i think you’re too weak.” he watches your face crumble slightly, but it wasn’t enough, you had to stay away from him. “i mean, you’re more useless than shit.”

your expression is pained, “then why did you just kiss me?”

for the first time, he wanted to run.

“isn’t that what any guy would do in a moment like that?” satoru truthfully meant absolutely nothing by that but he had to get some kind of point across right? he turns away to head out the door, shutting his eyes at the sound of your composure starting to break.

he knew it was for the best. you were safer as a memory

satoru gojo will never forget.

inspired from this panel i loved but ofc a more romantic spin lol.. it was brutal of him yet so complex as he maybe really says it to look out for him in the moment and later claims Ijichi as “the man he trusts the most” before his death! :(

reblogs appreciated!

[aransmind]

team ferrari

[sapph22]

When Two Red Flags Meet

Synopsis : You and Satoru Gojo are the definition of a toxic couple. On and off, breaking up at least once a month. But this time, things might actually get serious. And maybe there’s someone, maybe two someones, waiting and more than ready to take his place.

Pairing : Satoru Gojo X reader x JJK men

Warnings : MDNI, 18+

A/n : Reblogs and comments are appreciated. Nate and Maddy coded

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