#gojou satoru

[nanamisdickrider]

So weak when you move like that!

Pairing: sub!gojo x dom!reader

You weren't someone who easily gets jealous. And gojo didn't like that, he liked it whenever you got jealous and was rough with him during sex and what's a better way to achieve that roughness from you other than flirting with girls in front of you? You didn't pay much attention because you were aware that he was intentionally provoking you. Until. A girl sat on his lap and slowly rubbed her ass on his lap. It was enough to make you lose your cool. Gojo could clearly see your anger and jealousy as you walked towards him. He knew he was fucked.

“B-baby! Please.. Ah! Slow down!” Gojo moans and lolls out his tongue. His moans were getting so loud, you wouldn't be surprised if your friends teased you and him after you left the restroom. “Yeah? Want me to slow down?” instead of doing what he just said, you fastened your strokes on his hard cock, his tip flushed pink and covered in his cum. His attempt to stop you was to grab your wrist, but you resisted him by slapping his hand away. “Try touching me one more time Satoru.” He gave you a smile and touched your arm and waist. As if he hadn't already made you jealous a bit earlier. He was in for it.

Your left hand was placed on his mouth, covering his moan. His thighs and stomach were covered in his thick and sticky cum and he was screaming at this point. His eyes rolled back and his saliva coated your palm. He jerked his hips upwards as he neared his fourth orgasm. “B-baby.. I'm sorry!! —mmph! Please stop no–” you shoved your fingers in his mouth before he could finish, he was a very bratty boy today. He could at least suck on your fingers and keep quiet. That's the minimum amount he could do!

You pulled away right when he was about to cum, his hips jerked uncontrollably. “Satoru, get down.” He immediately followed instructions and got down on his knees. Hissing after his tip rubbed against the cold tiles. He knew what actions to take, and he didn't hesitate to pull up your skirt and move your panties to the side. Gojo was leaning in between your legs, but you caught him by pulling on his hair, making him look up at you. His eyes were filled with tears as a result of overstimulation. “Please my love...I wanna taste you so bad! Please!” “Good boy” you spread your legs just enough for him to dig in.

Gojo pathetically smiles before shoving his face into your pussy, the tip of his nose rubbing against your clit and his tongue lapping up your juices. He was moaning against your folds when you rubbed softly on his cock with your shoes, he was falling apart when you massaged his balls with the sharp tip of your heel. He pressed his cheek against your soft thighs, but he couldn't keep up because you overstimulated him to his breaking point. “Cmon now baby. Finish what you started immediately, don't delay. You should have thought about this earlier no?”

[hijinkiewinkies]

freak

[hexpea]

Ch. 16 - Temptation ⚠️NSFW BELOW⚠️

Gojo took you back to his condo, the environment unfortunately familiar from your tryst just a few weeks prior. It was just as you left it, modern and sleek, and somehow clean despite Gojo's usual busyness. Your previous queasiness had been momentarily alleviated by the fresh air, but the emotional turmoil was far from over.

Gojo led you into the living area, guiding you to the plush sofa. You sank into it gratefully. The room was filled with an assortment of high-end furniture, and you still couldn't get over the view of Tokyo from those windows. This time, though, you couldn't fully appreciate the opulence around you as you continued to struggle with your inner thoughts.

Meanwhile, Gojo had disappeared into the kitchen for a moment and returned with a glass of water, offering it to you. "You need to stay hydrated," he said in a more gentle tone than usual.

He knelt down in front of you as you took it from him and muttered a soft 'thank you' before taking a few sips. His blue gaze held heavy concern as he looked you at you, his eyes darting between yours. The cool water was refreshing, soothing your irritated throat. As you drank, his eyes remained fixed on you, the sight intense.

"I'm really sorry about earlier," you began, setting the glass down on the coffee table in front of you. "I thought I could hold it back, usually I can."

"Usually?" He chuckled for a moment through his soft gaze. "This happen more than once?" You nodded and Gojo gave a deep sigh in response. "Y/N, don't apologize. We're dealing with some serious stuff here, and it's only natural that it's taking a toll on you."

You appreciated the genuine concern of his voice, but it also stirred up some conflicting emotions. You didn't want to be babied like this, especially by your ex-husband. Still, there was an undeniable sense of vulnerability in that moment, and you couldn't help but feel a certain attraction toward him in that moment. As you looked into his eyes, you saw a hint of that same attraction mirrored in his gaze. It was a dangerous game that the two of you were playing, filled with unresolved feelings.

His hand reached out, gently brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. The contact of his fingers against your skin sent a shiver down your spine. "You're strong, Y/N," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, "but it's okay to lean on someone once in a while. You don't have to carry the weight of this alone."

You felt his thumb gently trace your cheek and you couldn't help but lean toward his touch, your eyes fluttering shut as your stomach finally settled. It was a moment of weakness, one that left you somehow feeling both relieved and troubled. There was a magnetic pull between the two of you that had persisted since the beginning, and it was a force that couldn't be denied. But you couldn't allow yourself to fall into old patterns, to let your guard down completely again.

With a conflicted smile, you gently pulled away from his touch. "Thank you, Satoru. I appreciate your concern, but we have work to do. Let's focus on finding that finger."

He straightened up, his usual confident grin returning. "You're right, Y/N. We'll settle for tonight, but tomorrow we'll get to work."

With night creeping on the horizon, Gojo went about his business, spending most of his time on his laptop on the sofa likely creating lesson plans and/or searching information on the locations of the other fingers. You quietly observed him while attempting to watch TV in the seat next to him, the dim lights of the living room casting intriguing shadows on his face. It was becoming difficult to keep your promise and you wondered what his feelings were, too.

Despite your best efforts to focus on the mission and your loyalty to Seiko, your mind began to wander. You knew it was wrong, the feelings you had for Satoru, the undeniable attraction that had been simmering beneath the surface. Your relationship with Seiko was important, and you had made a commitment to them. But Satoru was a temptation that was hard to resist.

With a deep breath, you decided to get up thinking a relaxing shower would help you clear your mind and wash away the confusing emotions that threatened to consume you. You rose from the sofa and made your way to the bathroom.

The hot water cascaded over you as you stood in the shower, letting it wash away the tension that had settled in your muscles. It was a comforting sensation, but your thoughts of Satoru still lingered, invading your mind like an uninvited guest. You couldn't help but remember the passion from that night. The memories of that night in his arms flooded your mind, and it was hard to deny the desire that still smoldered beneath the surface. As steam filled the bathroom, you closed your eyes and rested your forehead against the cool tile, struggling to make sense of the emotions that threatened to overwhelm you and channel away the sudden tingling between your legs. The pull of attraction was undeniable, and it tugged at your resolve.

"Y/N, you okay in there?" Satoru's voice broke through your meditation and your heart leapt with a mixture of panic and longing. He had gently cracked the door open unbeknownst to you.

"Y-yeah," you stuttered, feeling a blush flood your cheeks. "Just finishing up, trying to...clear my head a bit," you reassured him.

"Sometimes, a hot shower is exactly what you need to clear your mind," his voice sounded closer, a hint of cocky enthusiasm in his voice, "but it's even better with some company."

Your heart pounded in your chest as you heard him close the door behind him, you hadn't even known he'd opened it. It was a dangerous game you were both playing, and you knew that you should resist but he was almost impossible to ignore. With the click of the door closing, you looked up to meet him and quickly covered yourself despite being seen before. Meanwhile, he stood before you, toned physique on full display, in just his underwear. He had a well-known mischievous glint in his eyes. The sight of him nearly buckled your knees as you held your arms across your body. You couldn't deny the desire that coursed through your veins. You watched carefully as he slid his underwear down, already fully erect before you.

He stepped closer, the steam enveloping him, creating a sensual haze as he opened the shower door. "Y/N," he purred your name, his voice low and seductive. "I want you," he stepped inside, the shower suddenly overcrowded.

Your breath caught in your throat as he reached out, his fingers brushing against the wet skin of your waist as he pulled you closer. The touch sent an electric jolt through your body and you couldn't stop the longing that continued to surge through you.

"You told them I'd stay here on purpose," your voice whispered, almost inaudible from the running water. The statement was supposed to be one of anger but it came out sounding as if you were hypnotized. 

Satoru leaned in, his lips now dangerously close to yours. Your head was tilted in his direction as he pinned you against the wall of the shower with his pelvis. You could feel his naked hardness against your clit, a desperate exchange of fervent pulses of need between your bodies.

"We really shouldn't," you continued, shaky words hardly falling from your lips.

"Life's too short," he murmured simply.

Before you could protest, his mouth captured yours in a searing kiss. His hands grabbed your wrists and pinned them next to your head as he pressed and moved against you with his hips, the water making things almost too slippery. The world around you seemed to disappear as the two of you lost yourselves in the intensity of the moment. The hot water continued to cascade over your bodies, his hands releasing yours for exploration, setting your senses on fire. With a sense of urgency, he turned your body around so that you faced the tiled wall. He leaned forward and left a trail of gentle kisses along your neck as he pressed against your bottom, continuing to ignite the feeling that threatened to consume you.

"Y/N," he whispered again, lips brushing against the wet shell of your ear, his voice husky with need, "let me make you forget everything for a while."

You had no reply. You wanted him to take you away. As he continued to kiss you, his hands moved with a purpose toward your chest as you were pressed against the wall. His palms engulfed your breasts in light massage, lightly toying with your nipples as breathy sighs joined the echo of the rushing water. His hands carefully traveled down your waist, taking in the feeling of your slick skin, until he reached your hips. He then hiked you up to his pelvis, your ass presented to him like a sweet peach, as he began to slide inside with ease, the water helping with lubrication.

"Haa~" You breathed out as he pressed into you, the water doing nothing to ease the feeling of suddenly being stretched out.

He slowly retracted as your body adjusted to the sensation. Just as he was nearly out of you, he quickly slammed back in, earning quite the yelp from you as the feeling tore through you once more. It was somehow reminiscent of a paper-cut, but one you wanted over and over again. He increased his flow, the slapping of your skin filling the room with echoes. Thanks to the water, he was able to slip dangerously close to your cervix. The pain was nearly too much to bear, your moans spilling out of you relentlessly unlike last time. 

"That's it," he praised with a crooked grin you couldn't see while your cheek was pressed against the tile. He leaned down toward your ear for a brief moment, "you're taking it so well." Your body was obviously quivering under his motions but that didn't stop his rough pace, even as unnoticeable, pleasured tears formed at the corners of your eyes.

Hearing you cry out earned you some low, breathy chuckles from the man behind you. His grip on your waist tightened as he continued ripping through you, your body nearly falling to pieces as your knees began to buckle. Your hands had nothing to grab onto, nails scratching against the smooth tile while you were being pounded upon. Just when you thought your body could take no more, he suddenly changed positions, pulling himself from you and turning your body to face his once more. You held a startled expression as he continued taking the lead, a dark look in his eyes as they held you. Using his strength, he effortlessly grabbed the back of your knees. You gave a little squeak of shock as he moved. Once situated, he pressed himself into you once more, your legs now wrapped around his pelvis. He continued his movements, this time a bit slower with the focus he had on holding you up. His forehead pressed against yours as water dripped from stray strands of hair. You held on to his neck out of fear of slipping while his hands supported your bottom, squeezing your cheeks tight. 

With your faces in front of one another again, you felt a sense of desperation for his lips. You took initiative this time, sliding your nose past his to meet his wet lips. The warm taste of the shower water intruded on your kiss but it didn't deter, not one bit. Your movements were hungry as the butterflies began to pool at your lower abdomen, your body beginning its pulses around his shaft. Tongue sliding against tongue like some sort of depraved animal, all rational thoughts had left your mind once more. You hadn't even noticed how sloppy Satoru's thrusts had become, his body becoming weak to yours as his high approached. His cheeks were cherry red as he breathed into your mouth through your kisses, bodies leaving very little room as they slid against one another. 

"'m gonna' cum," he warned between your lips, the veins in his neck beginning to pop a bit as the buildup became too much to bear.

This time around he had a little of himself left to think, quickly pulling himself from you as he came onto the tile below. He let your feet gently settle back down, ensuring you didn't slip as he did so. His jaw was slightly agape, catching air, as he looked at you with a certain fever. You had yet to reach your high and he knew this.

Without a second thought, he slowly fell to his knees, holding your eyes as you, too, breathed heavily from the action and lack of air thanks to the steam. Your heart rate, already elevated, increased further as he leaned forward, perfectly pink tongue held out to gently caress your clit. His lips pursed around you as his hands gently held your hips in place, his perfect complexion was almost hypnotizing as his tongue began to roll in gentle circles around that little bundle of nerves. One hand snuck away from your side, two lengthy digits pressing through your folds until they curled within you. Your hands fell flat against the tile, again grasping for something that wasn't there. The mix of steam made it feel like you were about to faint, but in actuality it was just your pulse skyrocketing against the feeling of his artistic movements within you.

His eyes had fluttered shut, his snow white lashes looked angelic as his lids twitched with concentration. He paid careful attention to the baby-like moans that bubbled from your lips. You desperately wanted to lay down, the flicking sensation of his tongue sparking against you like a match to flame.

"S-Satoru~" you moaned, hand suddenly jolting toward his shoulders as his speed increased, causing your legs to weaken.

He hummed a small laugh against your bearing, sending you into a deeper tizzy. You could almost feel his smile against your sensitive flesh. You laughed out your own moan as the little twinges of pleasure began to float and spread from your abdomen, the feeling warm and simmering against his touch. Then, with a certain curl of his fingers, you spilled over with laughter. A bit of a moan and a bit of a giggle fell from your lips as happiness engulfed you. It was a feeling you had missed for quite some time. Your mind dove to memories of the past few weeks, but even in the weeks prior -- were you truly happy? Or were you living the days as you thought you had to? 

Despite your body brimming with pleasure, you found your lucidity returning to one of confusion, the turmoil inside unable to be quenched even by Satoru's pleasure.

[ethjayy]

GOJO THEE STALLION

[sasukesun]

they thought they had all the time in the world :(

[kenm4vhs]

catoru gojo proof

[asukachii]

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(I don’t like putting watermarks so, PLEASE, if you want to post this gif somewhere GIVE CREDITS! Also, don’t use it in edits/videos. Thanks~)

[eristhenat]

だんだん・Step by Step

[xo-romiiarts]

200% Hollow Purple

[amateurasterism]

your parents always thought you would end up with a nice partner and an easy life in the city, so when he shows up at their door, the tie you forced him to wear a little crooked and his shirt slightly unbuttoned and untucked, silver earring glinting in the entryway light, and a shit-eating grin that suggests anything but innocence, they aren’t sure what to think of him. but then they look at the way he’s looking at you, his cheeks flushed pink and eyes shining as they soak in your proud smile, fingers laced together causing your matching rings to clink. and suddenly they’re sure that this boy is rightfully, unconditionally, and wholeheartedly yours. there would be no other people, no more nights wondering if their child would find someone who would fill the gaps in their heart. you have finally found your soulmate.

GOJO SATORU, ryouta kise, bachira meguru, ryusei shidou, kuroo tetsurou, atsumu miya, BOKUTO KOTARO, edogawa ranpo, DAZAI OSAMU, jean kirschten, CONNIE SPRINGER, eren yeager

[hayakaws]

[saterise]

Tattoos 🖤🤍

[stsgluver]

𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐏𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 — gojo satoru

synopsis. the first years find old videos burned onto a dvd of you, satoru, shoko, and geto from 2005/6.

wc. 2.7k

tags. gojo x reader, you+shoko+gojo+geto being in the same year and besties, set in the present and past, fluff

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"is it recording?" asked one muffled but familiar voice. the screen was black, the camera covered by something or someone. the pitch was marginally higher than they were used to but yuji and nobara grinned at each other as they recognised the voice of their teacher.

"how can anyone see when you're holding it like that?" this one was more feminine and unfamiliar to the two - but not for megumi who smiled sadly at the laptop screen.

"give it to me idiots," this was another female voice. there was some more chattering in the background but the audio hadn’t been picked up over the rustling of the camera being passed around. then, for a moment, the screen goes completely white as it focused on the figure in front: shoko ieiri. 

she turned the camera around so it was looking at her three peers all wearing the same sheepish grins. "you hadn't even taken off the lens cover." 

“it was satoru’s fault,” the other female sorcerer accused the white haired boy next to her.

“no it wasn’t!” gojo whined, geto on the other side of him stifling a laugh at his childish mannerisms. he looked in disbelief that his best friend was not defending him, “why am i always the scapegoat?”

yuuji paused the video to point at the unknown girl, “who is that?”

megumi hesitated for a brief second before responding, “yn.”

“you knew her?” nobara raised a brow at her dark-haired friend. he was often stoic and kept to himself but they’d been together for several months now and even she could pick up on the uncomfortable change in his demeanour. 

megumi hummed, avoiding eye contact as he stared at the paused screen, “mhm.” you looked happy in the clip, always amused when it came to winding up gojo. he’d seen it with his own two eyes.

“did she leave jujutsu?” yuuji pondered aloud.

“something like that,” he swallowed thickly.

nobara gave megumi’s hand a light squeeze, but didn’t say anything. megumi had initially been against the idea of looking through the dvd to see their teacher’s teenage years at jujutsu high - this explained why.

yuuji, on the other hand, was oblivious to the interaction, more eager to see a young gojo (and nanami too, he hoped). he reached across nobara to unpause the video without another question.

"can we just do what we actually came out here to do?” geto asked in an exasperated tone, but he was clearly smiling as he spun gojo around so the two could go back to back. “who's taller, me or satoru?" the two had been arguing over the fact all morning so it had been shoko to suggest recording it so that there was actual evidence that neither could deny.

before either could stand fully straight against one another, you interrupted with no hesitation, "suguru." gojo’s eyes widened and you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing at his expression.

"you didn't even look properly!" he threw his hands out dramatically and you shrugged, dismissing his distress.

"didn't need to," you waved a finger up and down, “shorty.”

there was a brief second of back and forth between you and gojo, no actual words being said until his pout lifted into a mischievous smile. that had you spinning on your heel in a futile attempt to try and escape him but it took only three of his strides till he’s got you in his hold, fingers tickling your sides.

“can we go ten minutes without you two flirting?” shoko complained over your laughs from behind the camera, panning over to geto who was shaking his head with a similar look that she undoubtedly wore too.

yuuji’s eyes were blown wide when he paused it again, looking at megumi in disbelief (even nobara had to sneak a glance for an explanation because she’d never seen their teacher so physically close to anyone like that). “sensei had a girlfriend?” 

“sort of,” megumi shrugged.

“oh my-” yuuji begun to exclaim but megumi cut him off by placing a hand over his wide mouth.

“if you ask any more questions, i will turn it off.”

instantaneously, yuuji mimicked zipping his mouth, locking it and throwing the key away, settling back into his seat. the dark-haired teenager unpaused the video.

the clip comes back to life again, gojo with his arms wrapped around your centre as he ceases his tickling in full view. his sleeves are rolled up so it’s visible on camera where you had dug your nails into his skin trying to prise his hands from you (very unsuccessfully, might you add). “that was not flirting. this is flir- ow i just wanted a kiss.” 

the camera dropped as shoko laughed and the video ended several seconds later, the screen swapped back to one full of files and thumbnails. there had to be well over a hundred videos, maybe more, all ranging from a few seconds to even an hour for some. 

nobara scrolled down until she came across a clip with gojo as the thumbnail. this one, she decided.

the video buffered for a brief moment before beginning. this one was outside this time, somewhere on the grounds of the high school. gojo had forgone his uniform jacket once more and his glasses were perched on the edge of his nose as he slightly bent down to hear what was being said.

shoko was the one holding the camera again – as she often was – and the one asking questions, "what's your favourite thing about being a sorcerer?"

gojo pretended to deeply ponder the question, tapping his index finger against his chin thoughtfully. just as he went to answer the question, voices came from behind both of them: two other students began walking towards them from a path on the other side of the open field.

“is that yn and geto?” gojo asked to no one in particular. he held up a finger to shoko as his feet were naturally leading him in the direction of the two people he care for most, “one second.”

shoko panned back to herself, nose scrunched up and a cigarette between her lips. she looked like she was going to complain about gojo’s inability to stay focused on one task at a time when she too got distracted by her friends in the distance. 

"someone's in love," she sung as she spun around, pointing at you and gojo and then her mouth as she pretended to gag. gojo had already presumably checked in on geto and now his whole focus was on making sure you’d come back from the mission in one piece. in the footage he pressed one long kiss to your forehead, hugging you closely to his body. “i need to smoke.”

yuuji was practically squirming in his seat, itching to say something. one sharp look from nobara, however, and he thinks better of it. the orange-haired sorcerer went back to her scrolling, finding a short fifteen second clip that lasted only twenty seconds.

initially, the screen was dark once more as it was being readjusted and then a young male, no older than sixteen came into view with a wide smile. “i’m going to be japan’s strongest sorcerer one day!”

“yu!” you appeared behind him, passing him a soft drink bottle, “of course you are! best the world has ever seen.”

“after me,” geto, who was sat next to haibara, joked as he looked at his junior with a fondness that you shared. there were some more voices and haibara glancing between talking sorcerers but nothing overtly interesting in the final few seconds.

“i have no idea who that was,” megumi admitted, and yuuji nodded nonchalantly like his silence wasn’t killing him. even the dark-haired sorcerer couldn’t stop himself from being somewhat amused by his peer.

megumi was the one to scroll down this time. he was more methodical than nobara had been and looked at several thumbnails before deciding finally on one of you and gojo. he recognised the date underneath as a date gojo had scribbled on the back of a photo that he kept in his wallet.

you were holding the camera this time, pointing it at gojo who was staring up at the clear night sky. it was well past curfew and you were both going to be in for it when yaga found you but the conflict to come could not be felt in the serenity of the fireflies’ buzzing.

“look at how beautiful the stars are,” you said aloud, though you’re entire focus was on your boyfriend in front of you. he turned to agree (and probably tell you some random fact that he knew about one particular constellation) only to catch your sly smile and your heart-eyed stare.

there was a split second as his eyes darted between yours and the camera that he almost appeared… nervous? bashful? but he quickly recovered with an eye roll, “you’re literally blessed to even be in my presence.”

you panned the camera around to yourself where you stared at gojo with a raised eyebrow. “if you can’t handle my rizz just say so.” gojo snorted and you could only keep up the facade for another second before you were giggling too. 

he rolled closer to you so he could lay his head on your chest and you lifted the camera higher to make sure you both stayed within the frame.

“smile toru,” you poked his cheek lightly and pointed up. it was odd for his students to be watching this – to see their powerful sensei with his guard completely down, tired, and in love. gojo did as he was told, ocean blue eyes almost illuminating under the night’s shadow.

it was that moment that he had saved as a photo; gojo smiling up at the camera with his body covering yours whilst you look down with him with more love than he thought he could ever deserve.

“hey! i was watching that,” yuuji complained after megumi pressed escape, cutting the video short.

megumi sniffed lightly, but shrugged it off by giving yuuji a distraction, “you choose the next one.” this was sufficient enough to distract the minor disappointment and yuuji was quick to find one he liked.

“yn’s crying! i wonder what happened,” yuuji hurriedly clicked onto the video, invested in the life of a sorcerer he could never know.

“guess who broke up again,” shoko said in a sing-song tone as you glared at her. she was sat at her desk and you were on her bed, a mountain of used tissues behind you. your face was red and blotchy from tears and you clearly did not want to be recorded right then.

“it’s not funny,” you sniffled, “and it’s just a break.”

you mumbled the last part and shoko deadpanned to the camera, mockingly mouthing what you had just said. “still disrupting my beauty sleep by coming in my room and crying,” she turned in her chair towards you, “believe it or not i don’t just wake up looking this flawless.”

“ha ha,” you uttered sarcastically, “it’s not my fault i love him.”

“you’re seventeen,” shoko dragged out, “there’ll be other ones.”

you stopped your pity party for a brief second to look shoko dead in the eye, “have you seen his bank account? there will not be other ones.” you both broke out into laughter almost instantly, the healing sorcerer agreeing with your argument.

shoko pointed to the camera, “gojo satoru i hope you see this. your girl is a gold digger confirmed.”

the video then gets cut off once a pillow has been launched directly at shoko’s head.

“next one! next one! they have to get back together!” nobara insisted. megumi lets her play the next video, he didn’t tell her about what he knew — that he’d seen you and gojo in love and together well after the video. that you survived the tribulations that came with being a teenager and overcame more as sorcerers than the average couple should have to deal with.

“so it’s been…” shoko held up one finger, then two, then glanced to geto for help.

“three days and six hours,” he recounted, knowing exactly what she was referring to.

“three days and six hours since gojo and yn called it quits and now here they are, making out at an official jujutsu event very not subtly,” shoko informed the camera, swapping the view so that it was in fact exposing your escapades at the formal event. it was nothing overtly raunchy, just gojo pressing you to a wall as he kissed your lips. still, there’s a time and a place.

“are you seriously recording this?” geto asked.

shoko spun the camera to him, “you want the camera on you?”

geto winked, adjusting his tie and leaning back on the bench as he manspread. “i look good right?” shoko shook the camera to say ‘no’ and he shrugged, pulling out a lighter for the cigarette he held between his lips. he lit his and then offered it to shoko.

just as she grabbed the lighter, a loud crash came from the direction that the two of you had been. somehow in the thirty seconds that she had been focused on geto, you two had stopped your kissing session, zenin naoyo had showed up and gojo was throwing punches with the zenin.

geto dropped his cigarette as he quickly raced to help out his best friend. shoko too followed after, running with the camera facing the fight as she called out, “the girls are fighting!”

“i bet sensei won,” yuuji smugly said as the video ended. 

nobara scoffed, taking back control of the laptop as she tried to find their next video, “obviously. he never loses – especially not to zenin naoya.” unable to make a decision with the hundreds to choose from, nobara closed her eyes, scrolled and clicked on a random video.

you and shoko were the two on screen, sat at a table seating on the train. 

“shopping haul!” you held up the bags excitedly and shoko hushed you, pointing to the seats across from you and mouthing ‘they’re sleeping’. you whispered an ‘oops’ and briefly showed a young nanami and haibara resting his head on his shoulder. 

quietly lifting up the three massive bags of shopping the two of you had between yourselves (a difficult task given the rustling of the paper), you began to lay out your items on the table. the both of you took it in turns, shoko showing off the new lighters and lipsticks she’d bought followed by you presenting several tops that you’d probably never get the chance to wear given the fact you were always in uniform.

“why are we stuck so far away when those two are just sleeping?” gojo rudely interrupted your little haul from where he and geto sat. shoko laughed, grabbing the camera to point at the two who were sat facing away two rows down. the train was pretty busy so they’d been lucky to grab the table. gojo and geto were left to fend for themselves.

gojo was peering down the isle, a pout on his lips whilst geto knelt on his chair and held his hands up pleadingly for… you two to kick your two sleeping juniors out of their peaceful seats so they can disturb your peace? there was no way that was happening.

“they’re not allowed on the adult table because they almost got us kicked out of the restaurant,” shoko explained with a tut and you oh-so-solemnly shook your head in disappointment.

the white haired sorcerer rested his head back against the chair, rubbing his brow in a frustrated manner, “the old lady started it.”

geto placed a hand on gojo’s shoulder, waving a middle finger to the camera with the other. “don’t waste your breath, satoru. they probably paid her to trip over your chair.”you and shoko glanced at each other with knowing grins before both of you started mimicking two people kissing with your hands, "mwah mwah mwah, and they're both boys."

a/n. will there be subsequent parts to this? yes most definitely. this is not proofread and very messy so if you made it the whole way ty and I hoped you enjoyed this <33333 this might be my most favourite thing to write so far

[ethjayy]

Nanami and his weird cat he can’t get rid of

[sasukesun]

the directing choice of putting the soft music playing the moment kenjaku says “yo, satoru” and make it stop the moment gojou realises it was a trap, the moment he falls back into reality and asks who is he, as if in the meantime he was dumbstruck by the possibility of having suguru back while also being flooded with the memories of his first and last blue spring of youth and the warmth that those memories bring him, to make him subtly smile when his six eyes tell him that it’s suguru, and then to play the same song but in a sinister way when kenjaku reveals himself and gojou realises his best friend’s body was violated like that, the sickening feeling. you could say the music expresses how gojou was feeling inside. and would also like to highlight the excellent job getou’s va did here, he speaks in a much somber way than real getou. great choices mappa.

[kenm4vhs]

sorry for the noise that’s just me barking