$ATORU LOVE

♏︎ satoru gojo or nothing

[honoredalone]

𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

❦ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔, ❝ 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.❞

i’d rather be kissing your waist

take a bite

gojo satoru is the typa boyfriend to…

satoru gojo boyfriend board

since you been like this

house of cards (full length version)

❦ 𝐉𝐔𝐉𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍, ❝𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝! ❞

vids they keep

aspects of sex PART 2

❦ 𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

pretty when you cry

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𝐈 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔

𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨

genie in a bottle by: christina aguilera

summary: he’s confident, sure. traveling across many regions finally arriving at the most famous and most difficult region to win gym battles in the country, with one of the most famous and ruthless gym leaders in history. he inevitably loses, but how does he make up for wasting your time when you warned him that he wasn’t ready? will the lady prophet let him redeem himself or will he leave, head down and shoulders slumped?

⋆⭒˚.⋆ 18+ only please

word count: 3.5k words

details: pokémon trainer gojo x psychic type gym leader, smut, desperate gojo!!, cocky gym leader, gojo has 2/8 badges in the region, gojo is from kanto, begging, praise, piss?

gojo knew the minute he stepped into this gym that he was in over his head. the air was nearly suffocating with strength, each step he took felt heavy and calculated, his breaths were short and quiet in an attempt not to shift attention towards him, but unbeknownst to him, you knew he was here.

he walked down the dimly lit purple colored hallway slowly, quietly observing the countless photos, awards and medals decorating the long darkened hall. satoru gets lost in his head before he’s met with large double doors, a small chandelier above his head illuminating his arrival. the normally confident satoru gojo was fidgeting with his fingers, eyes darting around in anticipation before the doors made a deafening squeal as they opened. his heart raced, he was well aware of the legends that surround this gym and its leader.

“lady prophet wiped all of my pokémon out with one pokemon!”

“i tried to challenge that gym, she turned me away without even giving me a chance.”

“i heard she’s undefeated.”

“i didn’t believe the gossip, but she made me a believer.”

you’ve been showered in wealth, fame and fortune, that’s why you’re known as “lady prophet”. you’re supernatural, the best in generations. you’re mysterious, no one knows almost anything about you besides your name and the gossip that surrounds your legacy. it was all true, your strength and bond with your pokémon will go down in history. different regions even have made statues of you, celebrating strength, wisdom and the divine.

satoru ground his teeth as he entered the beautiful gym. the floor white but the battlefield a decadent purple. he stepped up to the floor cautiously, he couldn’t see you but he could feel your eyes consuming him. he stood nervously, sweat beading on this crown of his head. gojo closed his eyes with a deep breath to balance his nerves before his ears perked to the sound of heels clicking against the undoubtedly costly floor. his stomach turned when he opened his eyes, facing you across the battlefield.

you weren’t dark or mysterious or terrifying like he’s been told, you were beautiful. hair framing your face perfectly, eyes that glittered in the light, composed and confident but somehow still intoxicating. the field was large but unfortunately for you satoru has real good eyes, he can see the small turn of your lips, the subtle rise and fall of your chest, as your feigned innocence with a bat of your eyelashes.

gojo was staring, no thoughts, just soaking in your presence. finally snapping out of it, he heard you voice, filled with annoyance. how long had you been talking to him?

“hello? what’s your name and how many badges do you have?” you huffed, your arms how crossed over your chest. he stuttered before answering.

“i’m satoru gojo and i’m from the kanto region. i want to beat all the gyms and become the strongest, i’ve come to challenge you. i currently have two badges and i’ll have one more once i walk out of here!” he spoke with false confidence, his stance uncertain and his nerves making him unsteady. you scoffed, with a slight roll of your gorgeous eyes. he sounded like all the others, too confident without being able to back it up, underprepared and ego soaring too high.

“mr. clan-heir has a whole two badges and he thinks he will beat me? ha, come back once you have seven sweetheart.” you waved a dismissive hand before turning around, preparing to leave. he wasn’t worth your time, you had more important things to handle.

“w-wait! please.” you hesitated, stopping with your back still turned to him, he took that as an opportunity to continue. “i won’t waste your time, i’m strong. i’ll show you.” he begged, blue crystal eyes filled with desperation. he wanted this battle, he had to prove himself to his family. satoru wanted to show his family that he is the strongest. he is the heir to one of the oldest pokémon trainer royals, the gojo clan. he had a lot to prove, not to only them and himself, but to the world.

“and if you do waste my time?” you turned to face him, eyeing the tall man down with a judgmental stare. “will you beg for my forgiveness?” your voice dropped into a seductive purr, making gojo’s heart leap and his pants grow tight. he wasn’t an experienced man in the girl department, so he glitched.

“yes. i will until you forgive me.” he stated, a more authentic confidence dripping from his tone. something took over his brain, he wasn’t sure if it was the nervousness or the blood rushing to his cock. “please, let me show you i’m good enough.”

you thought for a moment before approaching your side like a predator stalking it’s prey. you slowly reached into your pocket grabbing your first poké ball and bringing it into his superhuman view. “c’mon pretty boy, you still wanna fight?” he fumbled around in his pocket before holding his pokémon by his side.

you called pokémon, releasing her for battle. an elegant gardevoir stood tall, intimidating aura felt from meters away. gojo let his pokémon out in return, his onyx much larger than your gardevoir but not nearly as menacing. blows were exchanged but it didn’t last long until the onyx was defeated and sent back into its poké ball to rest.

“giving up yet?” a cocky smile plastered across your pretty face as you and your pokémon barely even flinched at the action unfolding, but satoru was determined to win. he brought out his persian, the big cat roaring to show he was ready. this time your gardevoir was tired and you thought she deserved a break. you smiled, returning it to its poké ball. this is going to be interesting.

you called out for your espeon. your infamous espeon. the pokémon you’ve had since you were a child. your eevee being your first ever pokémon and companion. she evolved when you were a teenager and you guys have built a bond so many trainers could only wish to have. your espeon is known for demolishing any and every pokémon in it’s path.

five pokémon lost, one more remaining to save satoru and win him that badge. the battle’s been quick, one shot of psybeam and ex’s fill his pokémons eyes. his last resort, the final trick up his sleeve is his nine tails. they both faught valiantly but it was all over within minutes. you had won. forget winning you, humiliated him. satoru sighed before walking forward to the halfway line, reaching his hand out for a handshake to say ‘good game’. you met him in the middle, your eyes meeting his toned chest before you looked up at him.

the trainer was captivated in your doe eyed gaze. your lips glossed in a small pout and your body so close to his that he can feel your warmth pushing through the fabric of his shirt. his fingers twitch, itching to grab the dip of your waist and pull you flush against him.

“you lost.” you stated sweetly, blinking twice at him. you watched his adam’s apple bob and you had to resist the urge to grab him and sink your teeth into his pale skin.

you’ve heard of satoru gojo and his clan. mostly how successful his ancestors had gotten for owning exotic pokémon and passing them down through their heirs. you hadn’t cared much about the family until one day you saw on the news, gojo’s father announcing his son’s upcoming journey as a new trainer at the age of 13. you were 9 when your mentor took you in to run this gym. formally the fairy type gym, now the iconic psychic gym was taken over by you at the young age of 12. you and gojo started your journeys around the same time, though you were becoming a powerful leader and he was only becoming a trainer.

no one could deny that satoru gojo is a handsome man. he turned heads in every region, in every country, he’s even received letters from desperate parents to marry their daughters off to him in desperation. heads turned when he was near, girls flocked and cameras shuttered. he was treated as a prince since the day he was born but what he likes about you is that you barely acknowledged his lineage or legacy.

“i did.” he simply stated, charming husk in his voice while he narrowed his eyes studying you thoroughly. he was just aching to touch you, brush your hair out of your face, shake your hand, anything at all would have sufficed. “i’m yours.” he whispered, he bent down to the shell of your ear, his hot breath making you shudder. you suddenly felt small and weak, your gaze shifting bashfully to the side. he smiled sinfully when you finally turn to look at him, eyes more unsure, shifting forward slightly into his touch.

satoru was never a ladies man necessarily, at least not in the sense of dating or even small flings, he wanted to focus on his own travel and accomplishments though something about you had him so enthralled. his thick arms carefully wrap around your waist pulling you closer, you could feel his rock hard abs through his thin shirt and you’re face to face with his pecs which you just want to surge forward and dig your face into. you’re deep in thought when you feel is long fingers tilt your chin upwards. your eyes meet in an instant, your lips part slightly wondering what could happen next and next thing you know it he’s pressing his lips to yours hard.

teeth clashing, tongues dancing and saliva connected your mouths. you pull away reluctantly but in need of a breath, satoru was heaving. he was pent up and hungry. he growled when your lips left his but he preoccupied himself kissing down your jaw to your collarbone. “such a pretty girl, so so perfect.” he sang into the dip of your neck before biting down. you whined his last name, fingers gripping to his shirt in order to ground yourself to him. “satoru. call me satoru baby.” he continued his assault on your skin, a trail of lustful marks colored your skin a perfect red and purple.

“satoru, ‘toru, baby.” you cried when he licked the shell of your ear, his hands reached from your waist to the underside of your ass promoting you to jump. you leapt into his hold, tangling your fingers into his snowy hair, tugging forcefully to pull him away from you. he moaned at the pressure on his scalp, his head pushed back with you in his arms, mouth parted and glossed. “be good, ‘kay?” you smiled devilishly before placing calculated kisses to his neck. you sucked, licked, kissed and bit all over him, finally sinking your teeth into his perfect adam’s apple causing a groan to escape his chest.

he was rock hard. you could feel it poking and throbbing against your ass but you couldn’t judge because you were just soaking. you could feel it pooling in your stomach and spilling out of your cunt. you reconnected your lips to his claiming him again before attempting to grind your hips into his tent. he whimpered into your mouth at the new sensation, the friction making leak pre like a fountain. satoru held you tighter before thrusting into your clothed core like a teenager humping a pillow.

“‘toru, want you inside.” he must’ve hallucinated you saying that because there was no way that you would let someone like him be inside of you but regardless of the thoughts that flooded his conscious, he pushed them away. whispering to ask you for confirmation, you nodded sweetly before looking him dead in the eyes and saying the dirtiest thing he’s ever heard. “you don’t want to fuck me in the most famous gym ever?”

a new found confidence invaded his body before he carried you over to the dark corner of the gigantic room, pressing your back against the wall, your legs still wrapped around his waist. satoru tore your top off of your body, next you bottoms, leaving you in only your underwear. he soaked you in. memorizing your body and face in this exact moment, he couldn’t believe this was his reality. he set you down before turning you around, pressing his palm against your lower back to make you arch. you instinctively pressed your arms up against the cool wall waiting for his next move.

gojo backs up slightly, admiring you for a short moment. he stalks forward, you’re still turned away attempting to predict his next move but nothing could’ve prepared you for what he had in mind. satoru dropped to his knees, still nearly as tall as you but nonetheless he leaned forward, peppering kisses down your spine before taking your thin panties between his pearly white teeth and sliding down to globe of your ass and down your thighs. the fabric stuck to your core due to the arousal but once they were off he stuffed them in his pocket. the snowy haired man stood tall behind you, pulling his shirt over his head and discarded it without hesitation. he pressed his tent against your bare pussy, holding your hips in a possessive grip.

“i- are you sure?” he checked in on you again, he was nervous about getting this wrong. he’s never done this before but he knows how it should look, how it should sound. he’s heard from friends and he watched porn for the longest time in preparation for this very moment. “tell me to stop and i will, baby.”

“god, satoru. fuck me, please.” you pressed your hips back wriggling them knowingly. he could barely keep it together. he ripped off his expensive belt, fumbling the buttons on his pants once the belt was quickly forgotten about on the ground, clumsily attempting to take them off. once he’s only left in his boxers he pulls them down around his meaty thighs before lining himself up like he’s seen a thousand times over.

he pokes his tip against your hole, the wetness collecting and spilling over his cock. satoru whined pathetically once he stretched you out inch by inch. you twitched at his size, he’s huge. thick, long and veiny. you could feel your lungs tightening as he pushed further past your gummy walls. he shuddered when you clenched around him, he throws his head forward to rest his forehead on your back. he can’t close his composure yet.

once he’s fully sheathed inside he waits for a moment, not only for you to adjust to his size but for him to collect himself. his balls already felt tight, begging for release. you started to move your hips in small circles only for him to hold your hips in a still position. “keep doing that an ‘m gonna cum in your pretty pussy. can i cum in ya? please, pretty pretty please.” he begged, he yearned for you. his voice was raspy, his hands were clammy and he was already overwhelmed by the pleasure. he said your name like a prayer, small pleas sprinkled in, desperate to continue.

“yes. inside, pretty boy.” he instantly pulled back and slammed his hips against the fat of your ass, mushroom tip pressing into your cervix and shooting his seed deep into you making you both moan out in pleasure. his legs shook but he persisted, slowly regaining his rhythm. “fuck! right there, good boy ‘toru.” you praised him feeling him leak even more into your cunt.

he was fucking himself dumb, overstimulating himself. his head was hazy but only one thing registered. “s-say it again, please?” he looked at you like a kicked puppy waiting for a kiss. “i’m your good boy, please baby. please.” satoru’s eyes watered, fat tears rolling down his flushed cheeks while he slowed his pace slightly, snaking his arms around your front and down to find your sensitive nub.

“just like that, good boy.” he rubbed your clit at a tortuously slow but practiced circle, slowing his pace when he felt you clench tightly around him. you felt your walls twitch and throb and you felt a familiar pressure in your stomach. “‘toru i gotta pee.” you cried loudly, you hand grabbing his attempting to weakly push his hand away from your clit, but to no avail he continued.

“feel good? yeah i know it does pretty. cum with me.” he whispered in your ear before quickening his pace on both your sore cunt and perked clit. you came crashing down, collapsing while you squirted all over and made the biggest mess on his dick. satoru came with you, air getting knocked out of his lungs like you were sucking his soul out of him. he came with a shudder and whine before collapsing against you, a frothy white ring circles the base of his thick cock, sticking to his happy trail. you went nearly wimp in his hold, strong legs attempting to hold you both up with his toned arms holding protectively around your waist. “you’re beautiful.” he praised, face buried in your now messy hair. “ he brushed the hair off your neck, pressing soft kisses against your nape.

your fingers found their way to his scalp, raking through his sweaty hair making him shake at the touch. he pulled away taking his warmth with him before sliding on his boxers and handing you his shirt to cover yourself. he could almost hear your shared essence bubbling in your pretty hole, slipping down your inner thighs messily. he picked up both of your forgotten clothes before taking you in his arms as well. he turned to you, eyes softening before asking you where the bathroom is, you sleepily guided him there. he cleaned you up then took you to his car, softly resting you in the passenger seat as he drove through the city, sunset highlighting your stunning features as he studied you throughout the drive.

that evening you didn’t accept anymore battles. satoru took you back to his luxurious penthouse, cooking you dinner, spoiling you in touches and sweet words and finally tucking you into his side while you both slept in his giant king bed.

gojo woke in the morning to rays of sun streaming through the blinds, he squinted with a groan turning away from the glass window. he reached a long arm over to where you had slept but it was empty and cold. now alert that you were gone he was in a panic, questioning the events of yesterday and rushing out of bed. he rushes down the hall checking every room he passes before descending the stairs into the living space and kitchen. he finally catches you sitting on the balcony, looking at the skyline of this beautiful city holding a cup in hand, lost in thought. he approaches you quietly, only wearing his boxers.

“what’re you doing out here? nearly gave me a heart attack pretty.” he sat in the chair to your right, keeping his gaze glued to you. satoru’s mind was racing trying to decipher what you could possibly be thinking about when you finally met his worried gaze with loving eyes.

“nothing ‘toru, just wanted to let you sleep.” you smiled sweetly, reaching your hand over to his and squeezing it reassuringly. satoru is happy. happier than he’s ever been. somehow he just knows you’re meant to be with him, he just can’t prove it yet but he will earn you. he will work for you. he will become worthy of you. “i also wanted to tell you that you have to officially beat me to win the badge.” your signature feline smile on your face when you took a sip from your morning tea.

“baby, you’re too strong for me.” he dragged out the e in a childish manner, dropping his head down to press against the back of your hand in protest. you just giggled at his antics. seeing him like this was truly extraordinary. hair messy from sleep, strong muscles decorated his torso and his low lids from just waking up. he truly was irresistible but you had an obligation to your gym.

“how about…” you start, his head snapping up at your possible offer. “once you beat me, you can take me on a date.” gojo’s signature smirk crept onto his face, confidence glittering in his eyes.

“once i beat you i get to call you mine.” satoru countered, no humor within his tone, he’s as serious as he’s ever been. he will become strong, with you by his side. then once he defeats you he can call you his. you agree, shake hands to seal the deal then share a passionate kiss. “i’m coming for ya.” he teasingly stated, looking deeply into your eyes for any sense of reassurance in your gaze.

a smile on your lips, you challenge him. “bring it on pretty boy.” he only smiles at you, doesn’t say anything, doesn’t move. he just bathed in your proximity, readying himself to grow stronger so he can be worthy of calling you his.

a/n: if you made it this far, thank you so much! i don’t think i’ve written anything this long so i hope you enjoyed :) please let me know with anything y’all would like to see or critiques. i’ve rediscovered my love for pokémon and thought “how do i make this about gojo?”. reblogs, likes and comments are welcomed and appreciated. please do not copy or translate without proper credit.

[honoredalone]

𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒 (𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧)

카드로 만든 집 그 속에서 우린

𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐣𝐨 loves his girl, more than anything. so he’s willing to learn how to fuck you right.

twt links included+smut

a little something before my pokémon trainer gojo x psychic type gym leader reader 😛

✮ 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐣𝐨 practicing to fuck you. late at night, pathetically humping his pillow, after a particularly long study session. his skin is blazing hot, a cold sweat breaks out, snowy hair sticking to his face, while he mounted his soft pillow. his breaths were short and quick, tongue lolling out and a trickle of drool running down his chin, his ocean eyes glued shut trying his hardest to picture you beneath him. satoru can basically see it. you laid out pretty under him, hair framing around your head in a perfect halo, a sun-kissed blush on your reddened cheeks, your hands raking through his silky strands and down his strong back. first he’s picturing you and next he’s cumming with a loud moan all over his bedspread, mind fuzzy from the pleasure.

✮ 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐣𝐨 getting his first blowjob. he was just trying to play his game, glasses low on the bridge of his nose, eyes darting around the screen, headphones drowning out any other audio. satoru didn’t notice you slip under his desk, he shivered when he felt your careful fingers fluttering around his waistband, caught off guard. suddenly he’s in your mouth, laser focus finally turning towards you. he took one side of his headphones off, listening to you gurgle and gag around his monstrous length. the white haired nerd couldn’t help but whimper, looking down at your pretty glossed eyes. after you deep throat him without hesitation he chuckles with a small mumble, “throat goat.”

✮ 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐣𝐨 loveeeessss to eat you out since he heard your ex never would. satoru is a generous lover, he wants to give you everything he possibly can. therefore, after his first blowjob, he decided you deserved a reward as well. he quickly scooped you up from your kneeled position under his desk, tossing you like a ragdoll onto his mattress with small bounces. his quick hands rip your panties off in a flash then your knees are pressed up to your chest by the back of your thighs, cunt off full glistening display. satoru dove in, ravaged you like a feral animal. he didn’t, couldn’t, stop even when you whined, thrashed and tried to pry him off of your sensitive core but he always overpowered you.

“your ex ever eat you like this? c’mon tell me, angel.” he purred, lewdly slurping at the juices that leaked from your pussy. you writhed beneath him. his large hands folding you in half so he can get just the right angles. “he ever devour you like i do? huh?” he coaxed you further, looking at your blissed face over his thick glasses frames, he’s soon inserting two long fingers into your gummy walls. you violently shook your head, nails clawing at his forearms in desperation though you know he wouldn’t let you off the hook. “say it pretty, wanna hear it.”

“no one makes me feel like you ‘toru!” you mewled finally letting everything go. coming down from your high and landing right into satoru’s safe arms. he held you tightly, whispering words of praise and passion. he knew he made you feel good, and that made him feel good.

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𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒

he’s jealous, so jealous he needs to eat you like you’re dessert.

word count: 985

a/n: sorry i disappeared honeys! i’ve literally had no motivation whatsoever and have been super busy but i promise i’ll come back slowly. please enjoy!! feel free to like and repost!!

“god, toru.” you whined under his scorching touch. he’s been at this for hours, laid flat on his stomach, feet dangling off the footboard of your shared luxury bed, folding you in half with his strong arms. he’s growling and whispering degrading words into your silky folds while you cry out for him to slow down. “s-slow! slow, baby.”

this all started because satoru took you out to a cute little bar he saw on suguru’s instagram story due to him having a gig with his band, he decided this is the perfect place to bring you for an intimate evening together.

satoru had excused himself to go to the bathroom, leaving with a kiss to your forehead. when he returned some asshole decided to buy you a drink, the nerve.

satoru walked over, dripping with the pure confidence he’s known for, wrapping a possessive hand around your waist and pulled you into a greedy kiss.

when satoru pulled away slightly, a provocative string of spit connected both of your mouths while you both breathe heavily. satoru looked at you with those eyes. the ones that say he’s going to eat you alive. you glances slightly over his broad shoulders to see if the man was still there but he just disappeared.

soon after he flagged the bartender down to pay the bill, quickly drove you both home while definitely going over the speed limit. satoru kept a hand on you the whole way home, a hand on your waist as you exited the bar, a hand on your thigh while he drove, carried you from the parking garage into the elevator to your million dollar penthouse, all the way to your bedroom which is located on the second floor.

he threw you onto the bed, immediately snatching your panties from your soaking pussy. he stuffed them in his pocket before crawling onto the bed, and folding your knees to your chest.

“you’re mine. mine, no one else’s.” he sternly said between breathless kisses against your inner thighs, his big hands digging into your soft flesh, making you whine with a weak attempt of pushing his grip on you away. “just let me- fuck, let me make you feel good, dove.”

after leaving a couple purple marks on your poor skin, he dives in straight away with absolutely no warning. satoru eats like a starved man, like you’re his last meal. slurping up every juice exiting your pretty core, whimpering at your angelic noises, and tirelessly sucking on your sensitive nerve.

“baby- oh fuck toru.” you tried to push him away, sobbing in pure overstimulation but he just dug his nose even deeper with a huge sniff into your pussy.

“my girl,” he praised, snowy eyelashes fluttering shut, soaking in this moment. “my sweet, sweet dumb girl.” satoru lands a firm slap to your ass, kneading the area to dampen the sting. you moaned out, lacing your manicured fingers through his soft skin white hair. “lettin’ other guys think they have a chance? am i not good enough for ya, dove?” he looked at you with those sweet puppy eyes, mischief highlighting his beautiful ocean eyes.

“toruuu,” you pulled his hair, tight, to try and shut him up but he just chuckled at your attempt. his lips wrapped around your clit as he moves his right hand to press his outrageously long fingers into your pathetic hole. “i’m yours. only yours.” you had given up on your grip on his hair to massaging his scalp lovingly.

satoru’s eyes watered. though he was jealous, for no apparent reason, he loves the intimacy that you always assure him with. he’s used to civilized conversations and the usual praise he receives but this, this is so different.

this is love.

this is what he wants his life to be like, forever.

he eases on his attack on your delicious cunt, looking at you with his jaw slightly slacked, eyes filled with affection. satoru rises slowly, taking your lips in his allowing you to taste yourself. after your tongues tangled and danced, he kissed down your body before returning to his sweet treat.

“fuckin’ minx. you know what you do to me.” he flashes his sharp canines before giving your folds little kitten licks. “i love you. i love you, dove” he chanted like a prayer, shaking his head side to side to dive you even more insane.

“l-love you so much, toru.” you moaned, further pressing your core into his mouth, knowingly. satoru knows you’re close, he knows the sounds coming out of your mouth mean that you’re not going to last, so naturally he folds you even more, wrapping his muscular arms around your thighs so you can’t run away.

“cum all over my face. c’mon dove, i know you can do it. my good girl.” his eyes sealed shut while you beg him to continue. he devours you whole, he knows your body like it’s his own. “go ahead, make a mess on me.”

your whole body shakes, everything feeling so intense. every muscle tenses then releases with a loud cry before you drench satoru’s face. your vision blurs before clearing to see your boyfriend’s blissed out face, dripping in your essence. his breathless, drunk on you. he climbs up, pressing his body onto yours, kissing your jawline while sending praises into your ears.

“wanna see how many times you can squirt on my cock?” satoru said, a slight rasp in his voice when he pushed his pants down after stripping off his wrinkled button up, a feline smile plastered on his pretty face. you whined in agreement but that wasn’t good enough for satoru. “use your words. i need to hear you say it, pretty girl.”

“please. please make me squirt. wanna make a mess, toru.” his gaze softened though nothing he was going to do to you was ‘soft’.

you’re in for it now.

[honoredalone]

i love this one sm

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what do we think of pokemon trainer gojo x psychic type gym leader (you duhhh)

do we love or do we love

yayyyy!!!!

nay.

idgaf don’t bother me

Voting ended onAug 9, 2025

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TONIGHT AT 8:30 PM CENTRAL PUT IT ON YOUR CALENDARS

[honoredalone]

what do we think of pokemon trainer gojo x psychic type gym leader (you duhhh)

do we love or do we love

yayyyy!!!!

nay.

idgaf don’t bother me

Voting ended onAug 9, 2025

[honoredalone]

funny seeing kuroo tetsurou (24) pornstar in jjk…

[honoredalone]

𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒

he’s jealous, so jealous he needs to eat you like you’re dessert.

word count: 985

a/n: sorry i disappeared honeys! i’ve literally had no motivation whatsoever and have been super busy but i promise i’ll come back slowly. please enjoy!! feel free to like and repost!!

“god, toru.” you whined under his scorching touch. he’s been at this for hours, laid flat on his stomach, feet dangling off the footboard of your shared luxury bed, folding you in half with his strong arms. he’s growling and whispering degrading words into your silky folds while you cry out for him to slow down. “s-slow! slow, baby.”

this all started because satoru took you out to a cute little bar he saw on suguru’s instagram story due to him having a gig with his band, he decided this is the perfect place to bring you for an intimate evening together.

satoru had excused himself to go to the bathroom, leaving with a kiss to your forehead. when he returned some asshole decided to buy you a drink, the nerve.

satoru walked over, dripping with the pure confidence he’s known for, wrapping a possessive hand around your waist and pulled you into a greedy kiss.

when satoru pulled away slightly, a provocative string of spit connected both of your mouths while you both breathe heavily. satoru looked at you with those eyes. the ones that say he’s going to eat you alive. you glances slightly over his broad shoulders to see if the man was still there but he just disappeared.

soon after he flagged the bartender down to pay the bill, quickly drove you both home while definitely going over the speed limit. satoru kept a hand on you the whole way home, a hand on your waist as you exited the bar, a hand on your thigh while he drove, carried you from the parking garage into the elevator to your million dollar penthouse, all the way to your bedroom which is located on the second floor.

he threw you onto the bed, immediately snatching your panties from your soaking pussy. he stuffed them in his pocket before crawling onto the bed, and folding your knees to your chest.

“you’re mine. mine, no one else’s.” he sternly said between breathless kisses against your inner thighs, his big hands digging into your soft flesh, making you whine with a weak attempt of pushing his grip on you away. “just let me- fuck, let me make you feel good, dove.”

after leaving a couple purple marks on your poor skin, he dives in straight away with absolutely no warning. satoru eats like a starved man, like you’re his last meal. slurping up every juice exiting your pretty core, whimpering at your angelic noises, and tirelessly sucking on your sensitive nerve.

“baby- oh fuck toru.” you tried to push him away, sobbing in pure overstimulation but he just dug his nose even deeper with a huge sniff into your pussy.

“my girl,” he praised, snowy eyelashes fluttering shut, soaking in this moment. “my sweet, sweet dumb girl.” satoru lands a firm slap to your ass, kneading the area to dampen the sting. you moaned out, lacing your manicured fingers through his soft skin white hair. “lettin’ other guys think they have a chance? am i not good enough for ya, dove?” he looked at you with those sweet puppy eyes, mischief highlighting his beautiful ocean eyes.

“toruuu,” you pulled his hair, tight, to try and shut him up but he just chuckled at your attempt. his lips wrapped around your clit as he moves his right hand to press his outrageously long fingers into your pathetic hole. “i’m yours. only yours.” you had given up on your grip on his hair to massaging his scalp lovingly.

satoru’s eyes watered. though he was jealous, for no apparent reason, he loves the intimacy that you always assure him with. he’s used to civilized conversations and the usual praise he receives but this, this is so different.

this is love.

this is what he wants his life to be like, forever.

he eases on his attack on your delicious cunt, looking at you with his jaw slightly slacked, eyes filled with affection. satoru rises slowly, taking your lips in his allowing you to taste yourself. after your tongues tangled and danced, he kissed down your body before returning to his sweet treat.

“fuckin’ minx. you know what you do to me.” he flashes his sharp canines before giving your folds little kitten licks. “i love you. i love you, dove” he chanted like a prayer, shaking his head side to side to dive you even more insane.

“l-love you so much, toru.” you moaned, further pressing your core into his mouth, knowingly. satoru knows you’re close, he knows the sounds coming out of your mouth mean that you’re not going to last, so naturally he folds you even more, wrapping his muscular arms around your thighs so you can’t run away.

“cum all over my face. c’mon dove, i know you can do it. my good girl.” his eyes sealed shut while you beg him to continue. he devours you whole, he knows your body like it’s his own. “go ahead, make a mess on me.”

your whole body shakes, everything feeling so intense. every muscle tenses then releases with a loud cry before you drench satoru’s face. your vision blurs before clearing to see your boyfriend’s blissed out face, dripping in your essence. his breathless, drunk on you. he climbs up, pressing his body onto yours, kissing your jawline while sending praises into your ears.

“wanna see how many times you can squirt on my cock?” satoru said, a slight rasp in his voice when he pushed his pants down after stripping off his wrinkled button up, a feline smile plastered on his pretty face. you whined in agreement but that wasn’t good enough for satoru. “use your words. i need to hear you say it, pretty girl.”

“please. please make me squirt. wanna make a mess, toru.” his gaze softened though nothing he was going to do to you was ‘soft’.

you’re in for it now.

[honoredalone]

✮ gojo satoru, the strongest, is the type of boyfriend to buy you the victoria’s secret pajama set you’ve been wanting for a while, he saw how cute you looked in it so of course he had to buy himself a matching set so you can twin and look cute together.

✮ gojo satoru, the strongest, is the type of boyfriend to take you out for dinner, wanting you to dress to fucking impress. don’t worry about being hit on, he’ll kiss, grope and straight up humiliate anyone who doesn’t respect your relationship.

✮ gojo satoru, the strongest, is the type of boyfriend to buy you a beautiful bouquet of flowers, forgets to give them to you whenever he sees you next so they wilt and go brown. of course he’ll still give them to you along with 5 huge bouquets to make up for it.

✮ gojo satoru, the strongest, is the type of boyfriend to make himself cry if you’re crying for any reason just so you don’t feel alone or ugly but it just ends in him, laid in your lap sobbing like a baby.

✮ gojo satoru, the strongest, is the type of boyfriend to spend thousands of dollars on you for absolutely no reason but legitimately refuses to pay a delivery fee when he’s craving mochi and doesn’t want to leave.

✮ gojo satoru, the strongest, is the type of boyfriend to make you a build-a-bear but he’ll grow too attached to it so he’ll keep it and introduce him as your “son” with a whiny pout.

✮ gojo satoru, the strongest, is the type of boyfriend to try and make you breakfast in bed but he in no way is a chef so he toasts a good, thick piece of fresh bread and slaps some jelly on it with a matcha he got delivered and calls it “his work”.

✮ gojo satoru, the strongest, is the type of boyfriend to take you on a fancy dinner date, dislike that complicated food so after paying the check and leaving a hefty tip, he drags you to the closest 7-11 to load up on junk food and convenience store food.

✮ gojo satoru, the strongest, is the type of boyfriend to fuck you like an animal in heat because he didn’t like the way a random guy at suguru’s house party looked at you while you grind all over satoru’s lap on the dance floor.

✮ gojo satoru, the strongest, is the type of boyfriend to make the guy who looked at his girl lay against the headboard, tied up and totally helpless while satoru fucked you in the meanest mating press you’ve ever been put in.

✮ gojo satoru, the strongest, is the type of boyfriend to leave the poor guy tied up, naked and harder than rock after making you come all over.

✮ gojo satoru, the strongest, is the type of boyfriend to whisper in the man’s ear, “look at her again and i’ll make sure you know why i’m the strongest.” with the most wicked smirk on his face when he wraps you up in his jacket that’s three times the size of your small figure.

[honoredalone]

he’s so big..

get the strap.

[honoredalone]

𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 .ᐟ

only want to fix it with a kiss on the lips, but i think i might.. 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞.

resisting your boyfriend’s blood cravings is so incredibly difficult at times especially when he looks at you with those sweet puppy eyes.

“p-please.. need you now, dove..” satoru whined into your neck, breathing in your lush scent of honey and the sweet blood running through your veins. he could almost hear the blood that flooded through your body and it made his skin crawl in desperation. “jus’ a little taste.. c’mon dove, ‘m stravin’.” he’s almost like a whining puppy begging for attention and who can resist a sweet, little puppy? that’s how you ended up here, under him, mewling like a little temptress.

“f-fuck.. keep squeezin’ me like that. y’er driving me nuts.” he groaned, his hot breath warming the crook of your neck. he inhaled deeply, his ears picking up on your blood running faster and faster as he thrusts become more and more erratic. “my perfect girl. g’nna let me have a taste? you smell so sweet.” he nearly sobbed at the throb of your pretty cunny. to entice you he lovingly nudged the sensitive spot on your neck with his nose, his mouth was drooling and his sharp canine gently dragged across your flesh.

“j-just.. be gentle?” you mewled as his thrusts slowed when he heard your permission to finally sink his fangs into your veins. his cock twitching at the simple thought of tasting your blood. “a-ah! ‘toru, feels ‘s good.” you cried, his hands gripping your waist possessively as he sucks at your neck desperately, your delicious blood sliding down his throat. he can feel his heartbeat speed as your taste spreads through his body, boosting his energy, thrusts becoming more purposeful, harder, more intimate. his pale skin started to glow, his eyes grew darker and his cheeks stained a pretty pale pink.

“never tasted blood so sweet, dove. got me addicted to ‘ya princess. g’nna let me taste you whenever i need?” his fangs departed from your neck, leaving a gorgeous purple and maroon mark. “fuck ‘ya look so good covered in my marks, dove.” he moaned like a slut gazing down at your bruised neck. his then hard, assertive movements became loving and gentle.

“‘toru, baby.. ‘m gonna— gotta..” you tried to formulate a coherent sentence but your brain just wouldn’t work alongside your mouth. “please… baby—” you begged and you were certain that he knew what you meant he just needed to hear you say what he wanted to hear.

his member started to ache with release as well, he never liked coming before you. “what is it my love? use your words.” he teased though his voice wavered as he spoke due to the painful clench in his lower abdomen. his body weight is fully laid onto you, his face obviously, in your neck. his pubic bone rubbing your clit simultaneously with his slow, sweet thrusts making your mind run laps around your head.

“wanna— needa cum ‘toru.” you whimpered, you felt his toned abs brushing against the soft skin of your stomach. he always thought you looked so pretty like this, flushed, makeup messy and your pupils giant hearts when you looked at him. satoru goes dumb with your pussy, he rambles little words. his mind is basically on autopilot, saying everything and anything that comes to mind. “baby? will you.. come inside? please ‘toru, need it. need it so so so so bad.” you babbled like a babe who’s learning to speak.

his dick throbbed, twitched and became so sore that it was almost painful. “want my babies inside? aw, how can i say no when you ask so so nicely hm?” his voice dripping in need and his hips stuttering when he finally releases without warning. “you take me so well, my pretty dove. g’nna keep it all inside?”

“yes! yes, thank you! thank you ‘toru.” you gasped as his cock hammers against your cervix, hard, shooting his cum deep inside of your womb. he continues to plunge his member in and out of your tight muscle, pushing you to the edge of your orgasm.

“how’re you still so tight, huh? make a mess, dove.” he licked a stripe over the previous bite on your pretty neck. with the intoxicating squeeze of your cunt he feels you leak all over him, the mess spreading to his porcelain thighs. “ha.. so fucking good, y’er so fucking good to me. lemme clean you up.” his long, sharp canines flash in the dim candle lit room as his pulls out of you slowly, careful not to lose too much of the white cream from dripping out of your quivering hole. he kisses down your body, your lips, chest, waist, thighs, finally setting sight onto your dripping pussy.

he nips at your thigh, drawing the smallest amount of blood. you yelped cutely, covering your reddened face. you always got so embarrassed when he went down on you but he knew you loved it, so with his lips sucking dark hickeys on your inner thighs, sucking up all the succulent blood you produced he dove in nose deep into your soaking sex. licking, sucking, kissing and biting your perfect cunt, nudging your sensitive nerves with the tip of his nose making your hips jolt against his face, soaking his chin. it was so vulgar the way his spit and your juices dripped down his face onto the sheets below him. he always devoured you like he’d never eat again and it was always so incredible.

satoru would reassure you saying that his blood cravings will never overpower the need to just have you with him. even if you had no more blood to give, he’d find a way to survive without it but he didn’t think in his 1028 vampire years alive he would ever let a mere human control him the way you do. “can’t live without you, dove. taste so fuckin’ good.” your breath became caught in your throat when he pushes his long fingers into your weeping core, curling them into your sensitive spot. “cum for me dove, c’mon i can feel ‘ya squeezin’ me. know you wanna.” he gloated, he gorgeously smirked against your radiant skin.

satoru’s other hand pressed down on your womb, pushing your climax out of you. your back arched and you pressed your core onto his face, dripping your essence onto his tongue. he moaned at your taste, closing his eyes. his long lashes brushing his blushing cheeks, his strong arms wrapped around you when he rests his head onto your waist with a content sigh. “want me to rub your back? need anything? food? whatever you need, dove and it’s yours.” he always took care of you right after nearly destroying you.

“no ‘toru, just need you to stay with me.” you whispered, placing your hand in his snowy locks, pulling gently, rubbing his scalp. it felt so good he nearly got hard again but he knows his stamina outlasts yours by decades. “i love you ‘s much satoru.” you lovingly purred, nails scratching down his neck, his fingers held each side of your waist.

he breathed small ‘i love you’s’ over and over again, leaving open mouth kisses below your belly button. sure, satoru has had lovers, many of them actually but never in his entire vampire life had he felt like this and he swears he’ll never let you go.

you’re his once in a lifetime, his one and only, his love. he’d turn you into a vampire just so you could spend eternity together or he’d plunge himself in the heart when you did eventually pass, all he knows is that he couldn’t go on in life if you weren’t by his blood-sucking side.

[honoredalone]

ASPECTS OF SEX PART 2 ✮

GETO SUGURU + INO TAKUMA + MEGUMI FUSHIGURO + YUJI ITADORI + YUUTA OKKOTSU ♡ all aged up!!

sex life with the jjk men + links

part one (satoru gojo, kento nanami, toji fushiguro & choso kamo)

𐙚 SUGURU GETO, what that throat do

how he moans - deep, hoarse moans, candied words escaping his throat making your head fuzzy. he could be in your ear telling you how much of a slut you are, how filthy your pussy is but he loves telling you how good you are to him, how sweet you are etc..

how he does foreplay - oh my god he loves this. you both laid naked in your shared bed, you pressing against his side, hand soft and tight held around his long cock and your mouth attached to his nipple. he knows you’ll always take care of him.

how he fucks you - he’s aggressive but loving. firm but sweet. he’s gentle but assertive over you. he loves to kiss, choke and slap you but know after he will take care of you like a princess.

𐙚 INO TAKUMA, shiesty bae

how he moans - he tries to be quiet. once nanami said something along the lines of “the loudest people are always compensating for something that they lack.” and ever since then he’s tried to tone himself down and that includes in bed. he tries his absolute hardest to stay silent but god you’re just so good he couldn’t keep quiet.

how he does foreplay - ino seems like the type who wants to see who folds first. he absolutely loses his mind everytime he even imagines you playing with yourself but when you’re both touching yourselves, he can’t help but need to touch you.

how he fucks you - slow, sensual and fucking hot. he loves to spank your fatty ass and push his shaft in and out at a menacing pace. burning your beautiful moans into his brain.

𐙚 MEGUMI FUSHIGURO, 10 shadows? 10 positions

how he moans - sweet, baby moans. that’s all.

how he does foreplay - fuck he loves this. your tongue covering his pretty dick, your hair tickling his thighs and your eyes on his. it makes his mind run laps, it drives him insane to your your mouth on his cock.

how he fucks you - he loves having you on top, nothing makes him more flustered than having your bouncing tits in your face, your breath tickling the shell of his ear and you writhing because of him. he’s a sweet lover, holding you so tenderly, like he’s shielding you from the world. he’ll show you he needs you as much as you need him, he just wants you to feel so so good.

𐙚 YUJI ITADORI, kirby baby

how he moans - poor whiny baby. i know he’s a shameless whimpering sweetheart. he loves to be in your ear with hushed pleas or loud and clear with deafening groans and whimpers.

how he does foreplay - no doubt yuji is an ass man, but if you were to ask him “ass or pussy” he wouldn’t think twice before ripping your pants off and making you come over and over just with his mouth.

how he fucks you - he fucking adores your body, especially when you squirt. he couldn’t care much about the position, where you are, what time it is and if you have something going on all he wants is for you to squirt. his strong thrusts making it hard to control you own body while riding this ecstasy. he wants you to feel good, that’s all he wants

𐙚 YUUTA OKKOTSU, cursed sexy one

how he moans - SENSITIVE babe, cries, moans, begs and pleads with you. he feels good, he feels amazing and holy shit he never wants you to stop.

how he does foreplay - his dream is you, his cock and several orgasms. he loves your tits so when your perfect hands are rubbing his cock and your bring your chest down to as well rub on his tip he fucking loses it. moaning, shifting and crying like a baby.

how he fucks you - HIS FAVORITE. he loves reverse cowgirl, he thinks your back is perfect, your ass is beautiful and you’re just so beyond amazing. he loves running his hands up and down the canyon of your spine, rubbing shapes into you r shoulders to soothe you while you make love to him.

please please please let me know what your thoughts are on this or anything on my page.

any and all feedback is so so so appreciated. i hope you all are having an amazing start to summer, you are all amazing and so deeply loved and cared for always remember that 🩷

[honoredalone]

ASPECTS OF SEX ✮

SATORU GOJO + KENTO NANAMI + TOJI FUSHIGURO + CHOSO KAMO ♡

sex life with the jjk men + links

this idea came into my head and i couldn’t resist

my dead dilfs <3 i love them more than anything. let’s pretend the recent leaks didn’t happen because i can’t handle thinking about them.

𐙚 SATORU GOJO, the strongest and sexiest

how he moans - i think it’s unspoken but agreed upon that satoru is a whiner, a moaner, a VOCALIST. he starts off with deeps groans, grunts but as time passes, he gets more inpatient, more whiney, more desperate.

how he does foreplay - he’s an EATER. for sure. no doubt in my mind. he seems like the type who’d come home from a long exhausting day and just eat you ferociously. he’s obsessed with the way you taste. not just your pussy, but your skin, your lips, your tongue. of course like any man he loves a blowjob but if he had to choose between eating you out or getting blown, he wouldn’t hesitate to pick going down on you.

how he fucks you - fanon gojo is WRONG, he’s not a sex addict. considering his infinity and his trauma from the hidden inventory arc and just aspects of his life in general. he definitely is the type to keep touch sacred so why would he just go around fucking people… right. he wouldn’t. he won’t have sex unless he can look at you, it’s more intimate. you’re special, why wouldn’t he want to look at you.

𐙚 KENTO NANAMI, 7-3 more like 24/7

how he moans - DEEP grunts. deep breaths. small whispers. that’s all. and it’s all hot.

how he does foreplay - he likes to spank. FOR SURE. he’s a sweet lover but he loves the idea of you getting soaked from the sting of his palm and long fingers on your ass. just know after he’ll rub them, kiss them and leave hickeys on them.

how he fucks you - hard but LOVING. he loves missionary, he’ll spice it up though. choking you, tying you up, pinning your hands above your head, lifting your hips off the bed etc. his pace is slow but hard. assertive but gentle.

CHOSO KAMO, death painting womb i’d like to fuck

how he moans - i think regardless of if he’s in control or not he has the WHINIEST moans ever. whimper audio? you got it. he is shamelessly a whimpering god. when he’s on top he’s in your ear practically sobbing and when you’re on top his head is lazily held up while he writhes beneath you. big sweet baby ^o^

how he does foreplay - he loves tits, he loves all of you but he fucking LOVES your tits. sucking on them, kneading them, fucking them. anything to do with your tits gets him hard and sometimes he can’t help but slide a hand down to relieve himself.

how he fucks you - fanon choso is also wrong in MY opinion. let me explain. he has never TRULY lived, so how could he be this subby puppy baby when he hasn’t tried anything like be for real. he likes to be in charge most of the time, but he’ll let you take control. he likes to have you in different positions just to experiment with different things, but he knows he likes to see your face when having sex.

TOJI FUSHIGURO, sorcerer killer? nah. feminist killer

how he moans - i don’t think toji is a big moaner, but more of a dirty talker. BUT if he did moan once in a blue moon, i picture it like this.

how he does foreplay - now this man likes a blowjob, but again i don’t think he’d shove his cock down your throat until you’re gagging uncontrollably and crying. he likes you to take your time while sometimes grabbing your hair and gently guiding your head lower onto his shaft.

how he fucks you - he likes rough but PLEASURABLE sex, folding you in half and fucking you hard. same with gojo, he’s not going around fucking women, maybe as a teen but for sure not after the passing of his wife. he values his time so he’ll take his time with you, prepping you, fucking you and aftercare.

sorry i’m not a huge fan of fanon characterizations of gojo, choso and toji, sue me. i just think knowing their stories, a lot of things that are “canon” to the jjk fandom are just abundantly wrong and it grinds my gears like no other.

pls don’t hurt me it’s my opinion D:

god forbid someone has an opinion.

feed back is VERY appreciated and if y’all have any ideas or suggestions please feel free to let me know

[gojosbf]

everyone meet gojo "if i cannot be wanted i will be needed and if i cannot be needed let me be used until there's nothing left of me" satoru

[honoredalone]

i actually can’t with the people who mischaracterize gojo. you have to understand that since the day he was born he was targeted, put on a pedestal of a god and treated as a weapon. he was never seen for satoru gojo, he was always known as satoru gojo the strongest.

a lot of people don’t understand why gojo was so broken by geto leaving, it’s because geto was the first person to see gojo for more than his abilities, more than his power. geto saw gojo for who he is not what he is, and while shoko was their best friend too, she didn’t fully understand how hard things were for gojo that’s why geto is gojo’s “one and only.” gojo never forgot about shoko or left her out he just greatly valued suguru so much that when he defected it tore him apart.

“are you the strongest because you’re satoru gojo or are you satoru gojo because you’re the strongest?” is a line that i find to be massively misunderstood, to me this line means that geto sees gojo blurring the lines between gojo knowing he is the strongest but at the cost of his humanity also how satoru was never mentioned without “he’s the strongest,” satoru for his entire life was never separated from his own human self and his unique abilities but geto saw him and thats what made their friendship so so so insanely important to gojo.

gojo also deeply cares about his students. i don’t know how some people don’t see that, it’s very clear. gojo sees himself in yuji and geto in megumi, so he tries his best for them to become friends so that they can go through all of this together, like geto and gojo. he cares about yuuta dearly, he knows that yuuta is strong, he knows that yuuta has been through some shit at a very young age and he harnesses that to make his students strong while also letting them remain children and somewhat enjoy their peculiar life.

his relationship with megumi is so special to me, as well as with his other students but his and megumi’s bond is so so much more than just “father son.” gojo took in the child of a killer who tried to kill geto and himself, but he still loves megumi and gives him opportunities to be like him. gojo loved a child of the man who ruined his life without holding it against megumi. gojo made sure megumi made a friend because he knows how hard it is to stand alone. though megumi has only flat out said that gojo is his benefactor, his reaction to when gojo get sealed in shibuya makes me so sad. gojo is megumi’s savior, no matter what situation they both are in right now in the manga.

in jjk0 gojo killed geto with his own 2 hands. how do you think that felt, but right after he was smiling, making fun of the whole situation and trying to cheer everyone up even though in his mind, that moment was when he became inhuman, a monster. in that brief moment when geto told gojo not to curse him, gojo stood still although his 6 eyes process information quickly. he stood, staring at geto. he took a moment with his best friend and just thought before acting, which is something i don’t think he has the luxury of doing, but in that moment he just stopped.

gojo constantly puts everyone before himself. he conceals his emotions from everyone whether they see through this facade or not. his techniques makes his emotions amplify much more than the normal human. when he saw geto in shibuya, again like in jjk0 he just paused. only for an instant but when his memories flood his mind that all happened in the matter of seconds. in this moment and the one in jjk0 is the one time he truly thought about himself in a somewhat selfish way, but it’s fully justified.

i cannot stress this one enough. he is not a sex addict, he is not a cheater. while i do love some smut and angst this is not canon gojo. to me, gojo is horrified of being intimate. he’s terrified of touching people, his infinity is on constantly and he strays away from many settings where he could get close to someone or even intimacy. gojo has never known how to receive love, besides with geto whether it was platonic or romantic love, it was still a sacred thing to satoru. i think satoru has had the mindset that since he’s the strongest he can’t be anything but that, so how could he be a good lover? from everything we’ve seen of gojo, he is probably one of the most selfless in the entire manga/show. while he does seem self absorbed, cocky and arrogant, how could you not be just a little? he is the strongest. but deep down he’s never felt comfort, love and tranquility. he’s never been held while he was falling apart, he kept himself together for the sake of his students and the world.

in the most recent chapter, gojo agreed to let his body to be used after he passed because he knew that if he were to die, he needed to still protect them somehow. he put their needs above his own life and people still call him selfish.

love him or hate him, he’d still put his life on the line for everyone.

satoru gojo the man you are.

[honoredalone]

VIDS THEY KEEP ♡ TWT P*RN

𐙚 jjk men (aged up) MINORS PLEASE DONT INTERACT

SATORU GOJO

touching him thru his shorts

long over due

SUGURU GETO

#1 eater

he loves to make you arch

KENTO NANAMI

tying him up n touching him

sweet pussy

TOJI FUSHIGURO

god you’re so big

choke me

YUUJI ITADORI

sweet sex with him

he loves when your ass jiggles

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

gentle kisses, loving sex

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INO TAKUMA

69 is the only dinner for two

sucking your tits while you ride him

[honoredalone]

𐙚 I’D RATHER BE KISSING YOUR WAIST

❝ move slow, i don’t wanna get in your way. well the words in your mouth sound cool but i’d rather be kissin’ your waist ❞ keep it up - chase atlantic

♡ gojo satoru is the strongest, but that didn’t leave him without his scars. internal and external. the biggest scar making him shy away, but that didn’t stop you from loving it.

content: talk of scars, self doubt, negative thoughts, sad baby satoru, slight angst, tooth rotting sweetness

heavily inspired by @colonelarr0w, “tracing satoru’s scar”. go check out their works!! they’re amazing, so go support!!

it’s ugly, satoru thinks it’s the most hideous thing on his body. the gross texture, weird color and the memories behind it. the scar circling his waist makes him sick to look at. everyone knows how confident satoru is, well how could he not be? he’s the strongest after all, but even the strongest has his moments of weakness and the scar is just a permanent reminder of just that. he resents himself for it though he’s only human.

“what’re you doin’ there sweet girl?” his voice is raspy and deep from fatigue, a long day of teaching at jujutsu tech will do it to you but he always looks forward to this time of day. when he can lay in bed with you, cuddled into your warmth, his hand caressing the small of your back lovingly. your hand drifting down his torso above his black t-shirt. he didn’t usually wear t-shirts to bed but after the fight he could barely look at his own body without being ashamed so naturally he hid is body not only from himself but from you too. he knew you wouldn’t be disgusted by something so trivial but he couldn’t heal the insecurity that leaked into his brain.

“nothin’ ‘ru just wanna love you.” you whispered, your head resting on his toned chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. your fingers slowly moving to the hem on his shirt. you didn’t miss the way his stomach clenched when your warm hand drifted under his shirt. “you’re so handsome.”

“baby, wait.” satoru almost whines as your fingers feather over the ragged skin. his other hand softly holding your much smaller wrist. you heard the way his heartbeat sped up, the way his breathing became uneven.

“satoru, love.” you sat up, your eyes connecting with his. you hated seeing him so broken over something so small, something that you didn’t care about. nothing about the scar that decorated his beautiful pale skin deterred you away from him whatsoever, he’s your satoru.

“please.” he didn’t know what he meant by that but his eyebrows furrowed together, crystal eyes filling with tears. “it’s not pretty. it’s ugly.” he quietly admits, hand still wrapped around your wrist while the other still sits at the small of your back, thumb caressing you so tenderly. it upset you he thought about himself like that, it crushed your heart. he couldn’t help the fact that the wound scarred and it wasn’t his fault that it made him self conscious but you wanted to show him that it, of course, could never change how you felt about him.

you move to sit on his lap, his hands going limp and laying flat on the plush covers before they find your waist, squeezing your sides affectionately. looking at him for silent permission to push up his shirt slightly, he only looks at you like a kicked puppy before giving you a tense nod. you slowly push up his shirt, just blow his chest. his torso as gorgeous as always, fair skin strong and smooth. he was beautiful, breathtakingly beautiful. he took your breath away everytime, before and after the wound. you rest your hands onto the scar, thumbs softly rubbing the rough skin. his breath shook, he closed his eyes to prevent tears cascading down his blushed cheeks.

“you’re so handsome satoru.” your voice soft, melting over him like honey. he could just sob, he was barely keeping it together when he felt your warm breath fan over the wounded skin. “my pretty boy. so beautiful.” you place soft kisses, all over. his hands shook on your sides as his fingers tighten attempting to dampen his nerves. his words were stuck in his throat, he could barely formulate a sentence in his head because what could he say. open mouthed kisses making his stomach warm and tickle slightly, making his head spin.

“fuck, sweet girl. i love you. love you ‘s much.” his words wavered as he spoke, his mind nearly blank. kissing up from his waist, to right below his chest he sits up, wrapping both of his arms around your waist. he looks at you so sweetly, almost defeated. his arms retracting from around you to the neckline of his black shirt, slowly taking it off and discarding it to the side and looking over your face again. he knew that he couldn’t fully look at his scar and not feel badly but he could learn to like it, just because you did.

[honoredalone]

❦ satoru gojo, hey daddy!

art: @_3aem on x and insta other photos from pinterest