#i think suguru can be ...somewhat....normal about you

[ysaefinn]

actually wanted to send an ask for a while but you need it now so...

VALE, MAKE MORE WOLF!SUGURU AND LAMB!READER CONTENT AND MY LIFE IS YOURRRRS 🛐🛐

DEAEST ANON MY SAVIOR!!! I plan i plan i plan to expand on this and turn it into a fic but for now i will be dropping some lore.

As previously mentioned, he's very subservient and overprotective and literally thinks he was placed on this planet to serve and protect you. He really does wholeheartedly believe that you're the purest life form there is and understands that you're capable and clever, but he's so desperate to be of use to you. Is actually restless if he's not doing things for you.

He somehow manages to balance between seeing you as this precious devine entity in need of constant servitude and also respecting the shit out of you??? He's pretty fucking weird icl 😭😭

I have this wip of an idea that the whole meeting happened when you left your flock and wandered into the forest as it's something you do quiet often (not very approved of by your peers, but i want lamb!reader to be a powerful independent presence) and he catches a glimpse of you and is immediately intrigued lol, his infatuation only grows when he approaches you and you completely shut down his attempts for a conversation, you came here to be alone remember? You stay on his mind long after you return back home and he is left to wonder when you'll be back.

I feel like you wouldn't pay any mind to him at first. He'll have to work for your attention, lmaoo, but when you do, eventually get together (it starts with you visiting him in the forest more often and even staying at his own place) or even just reciprocate a fraction of his feelings, he goes apeshit and probably oversteps 😭😭 like an overprotective mother he starts INSISTING you stay at his house so he could take care of you better and sleep well, catches bunnies for you and crashes out when you refuse to let him hand feed you what he cooked, will be placing both of ur food portions in the same plate<- this is a fixation of his, coaxes you to sleep in his arms, the whole overbearing husband experience, he's very clingy and doting tbh, he really wants to tend to you. Also he's obsessed with your ears.

You could try to ghost him, but he would definitely just destroy your reputation to have you return to him, starts to show up on front of your home like a crazy ex and gives everyone else a heart attack, eventually the other lambs associate you two together and choose to "sacrifice you" to the vicious beast in the forest. That way, in hopes of getting rid of him once and for all. This way you have nowhere else to go. You'll have to let him tend to you properly.

He will whimper and pout like a puppy when you freak out on him about it, bcuz really he doesn't wnat to upset you ever, but he sees this as necessary evil or some form of tough love? but really, what can you do? At the end of the day, he's the only person who doesn't think you're a bad Oman.

[literaila]

there’s no knock on the door, but there never is. gojo just skips right in, limbs flailing.

“baby, where’d you put my mochi?” he whines, head hanging. he’s like a child—fruit punch stained around his lips.

“ouch!” you gasp, neck snapping up. “what the hell, gojo?”

satoru looks at you, pouting. he doesn’t seem to notice—or care—what you’re doing. “is it such a crime to want dessert? can a man not eat?”

“a man can knock,” you say, pressing on your leg.

“so hostile, baby. who hurt you?”

you look up at him, a harsh glare in your eyes. “i’m shaving, satoru, and i just cut myself because you never learned any human decency.”

“what?” satoru steps closer, frowning instantly. “you got cut?”

“can you leave?”

“you’re bleeding.”

you roll your eyes. “it’s fine, i’ll get a bandaid. you don’t—“

satoru kneels down by the ground, taking the razor from your hands without any warning. “you hurt yourself.”

“you hurt me!”

“i simply can’t allow this, baby,” satoru shakes his head, feigning disappointment. he holds the razor up to an eye, tutting. “and you’re using this dull thing?”

you try to kick him away, just hitting air. “that’s a normal disposable razor, gojo, not that you would—“

he throws it over his shoulder. “it’s trash.”

“satoru! i still need that—“

“let me handle this.”

satoru doesn’t allow you any time to complain because he immediately reaches into his pocket, revealing a brand new razor with a dramatic flourish and irritating smile. “ta-da!”

“what is that.”

“my razor. i keep it with me for emergencies. the handle is made out of gold.”

your mouth opens, but no sound comes out.

“can i help you, pookie?” satoru asks, almost pleadingly. “i’ll be gentle.”

“you’ll—“ you shake your head. “what?”

“you can’t leave the house with only one leg done. this is a job for your brilliant, handsome boyfriend.”

“i—what?”

“c’mon, you ready?”

“wait, satoru, my leg isn’t—“

gojo begins at your ankle, making one gentle stroke upwards. if someone had told you he’d be doing this an hour ago, you would’ve immediately expected razor burn. a couple more cuts, at least.

but satoru is gentle as he traces the blades up your skin. he is precise.

satoru gojo is perfect in every way. you really shouldn’t be surprised.

and you just sit there, watching this with a bewildered expression on your face, but after a minute, he stops.

you frown. “what? do you need a rinse?”

“i just…” gojo sighs, leaning back on his heels. “this razor is really special to me. it has twenty-three blades, each one perfectly shaped to the curve of my jaw.”

you blink. “excuse me?”

there is nothing but bafflement in your voice.

“it’s not really meant for legs.”

you snap your leg away, scowling. “oh, i’m sorry, gojo. i didn’t mean to ruin your perfect razor—“

“i’m the perfect one—“ gojo interrupts.

“—but you just threw my razor away and it’s still not done!”

“i’m not appreciating your tone—“

“we have to leave soon! you’re such a ridiculous, stupid, idiot—and i—“

“no, no, no,” satoru leans in, grabbing your leg again—ignoring the shaving cream that smears over his hand. “i can still help you, schnookums.”

“and how the fuck are you going to do that?”

“i’ve got—“ he purses his lips. “there’s another—it’s—hehe—you know—“ he breathes out. “i’ve—secret—i’m a secret—i’ve got a secret. there’s a—i’ve got a weapon.”

gojo might’ve had a stroke.

“you have a what?”

“well, you know how i’ve always admired suguru geto…”

“our therapist told us that you’re not supposed to talk about your affairs with me, satoru.”

“no, no—it’s just that i’ve started fighting curses with my mouth.”

“i don’t think blow jobs count as ‘fighting,’ gojo.”

“yeah it hasn’t—yeah it doesn’t work very well. no!” he stops. his face gets somber and he looks at you with soft, radioactive eyes. “i think i’ve got a different kind of razor to help.”

your eyes smooth. “what… what do you mean?” you ask him, somewhat sensually.

“let me use my teeth,” he whispers. “i’ve always wanted to pluck the hair out of you.”

…you would find out weeks later that gojo was quite good with his teeth… you’d never need to shave again.

bob helped. @cameoliob

[hayakawalove]

Fan Boy (Part One)

Summary: Suguru has his mind set on only one thing, his favorite singer. You're in an alternative band who performs constantly, yet little do you know you have a super fan. A/N: Hello! Another Suguru fic. The smut starts next chapter. This ends on a cliffhanger, but it feels right to do it this way. I wrote Suguru a little different in this than I normally do, but I really like it.

CW: SFW, Next chapter is NSFW, Alcohol, Drinking, Famous Reader, Singing, Fanboy, Alternate Universe, AFAB Reader, Gender Neutral Reader W/C: 1,597

Credit to cafekitsune for the banner

Suguru has a hangover. Scratch that, Suguru has a gigantic hangover. His hangover has a hangover. If you asked him to recall the events on the night prior, he wouldn't be able to tell you. He vaguely remembers someone dancing on a bar, who is anyone’s guess, and he thinks someone got nipple piercings. 

His hand glides up his body, fingers grazing his chest to ensure it wasn’t his that were assaulted. 

No, he’s all good. 

Suguru cracks an eye open and glances at his window, noting that it was well past an appropriate time to wake up. The room is doused in a golden glow, making it a relaxed setting even though it was anything but. There are several bodies strewn about, all in the same state as Suguru. Some were half dressed and others have fingers still clutching onto empty bottles. 

It takes Suguru a couple of minutes to fully wake up and come to terms with what was happening. Another night for the books. He never considered himself a partyer. Quite the opposite, actually. He prefers to stay in with a good book. The issue is that his friends fancy themselves a good night out. What kind of friend would he be if he didn’t go with them and supervise? However it never ended up with him doing much of any supervising. Suguru gets carried away easily, his emotions always guiding him with a heavy hand. He'll have a glass, but then Satoru makes a game out of who can drink more, and well, Suguru is a winner. 

All’s that to say is that Suguru needs to make some changes. 

That being said, Suguru can’t even blame it on his friends this time. There was one reason he drank last night, one sole reason. 

You.

He saw you in the bar and any hope of having a normal night flew out the window. You hadn’t even looked his way, because of course you wouldn’t. Why would you? You were you, famous alternative singer you, and he was him. 

Normal Suguru, who works at a restaurant throughout the week and occasionally happens to get trashed on the weekends. 

He nudges Satoru’s body, dragging his hand down his face while he waits for his friend. They needed to get the place cleaned up, and Suguru needed to become at least somewhat presentable. 

“I’m up!” Satoru says, glasses crooked on his face and his hair messy. 

Suguru’s already standing up kicking the few stragglers out of the house when Satoru finally sits up. Suguru leans over, picking up plastic cups while looking at his friend through his bangs. 

“Last night was fun.” Satoru says, fixing his glasses. “Why do my nipples hurt?” 

“We gotta clean up, I’m leaving soon.” Suguru tosses the already full trash bag towards the kitchen before getting a new one and starting to fill it. 

“Where are you headed off to so early?” 

It really wasn’t early. 

“I’m going to a concert tonight.” Suguru doesn’t have to look over his shoulder to know the look Satoru’s giving him. 

“Again? You went to one two weeks ago.”

Suguru straightens up, leaving the bag for Satoru to fill. He walks to his bedroom, picking up the clothes he wants to wear for the night. Perfect, he has to look perfect for you. 

“What? Should I not be going to concerts?”

“Not when it’s the same performer a couple times a month.” Suguru hears shuffling. “It’s weird.” Satoru’s talking with his mouth full now. 

Suguru leaves his room to take a quick shower and sees Satoru eating cereal out of a box. He didn’t really think Satoru was going to get the mess cleaned up by the time he was back, but Suguru wasn't going to be here to help. 

He was going to see you. 

You didn’t know it, of course. You didn’t know him. For all you were concerned, Suguru was just another fan in a sea of many. Not important. 

You always told your fans you loved them and that each one mattered to you, which Suguru was sure was nonsense, but he took it to heart each and every time. It was hard not to become so infatuated by you. Your voice was the most beautiful thing he's ever heard, and each lyric you sang spoke to a deep part of him. And your looks were way ahead of anyone else. 

His friends don’t really understand his feelings. He isn’t quite sure he understands them either. All he knows is that you make good music, and he loves watching you perform. 

“Are you coming or not?” Suguru asks.

Satoru and their other friends would come every once in awhile because whether they liked the music or not, they did like the atmosphere.

“Nah, but you have fun.” Satoru says, bending down to pick up where Suguru’s cleaning left off. 

Suguru’s shower is much shorter than he would prefer. He doesn’t have time to do anything more though, on account of him already almost being late. His hangover is more of a background noise by the time he gets in his car to drive to the venue. As he gets nearer, he notices the crowds of people walking towards the building. You weren’t super famous, but well known enough that you survived on the income. 

He drives slowly while navigating through the crowds before finally picking a parking spot. His heart beats rapidly in his chest as he prepares himself for another concert, one of many, more than he’s willing to admit. 

Suguru is able to find his spot easily. He got pit seats, of course. You’d be so close that he could almost reach out and touch you. 

He wouldn't though. 

He knew his place, so he would choose to watch from afar. You would always be out of reach, something so unattainable yet he couldn’t pull himself away. 

The lights dim as the band gets ready to start, and there's a low hum that’s already kicking up in his chest. 

“How’s everybody doing tonight?” You call out, walking onto the stage. 

Everyone begins to yell, but Suguru doesn’t join them. He finds himself speechless as light begins to illuminate you. He tries not to delude himself into thinking you look his way when you glance towards the crowd. 

The concert begins, and it’s just as good as it always is. Suguru knows the words to every song, and he doesn’t stop himself from singing along. Your voice sounds as good as it does every time. When Suguru’s here, he’s able to forget the world. He’s able to forget that he’s just Suguru. 

The stage lights dim while the overhead ones turn on when it’s time for the concert to finally come to a close. The crowd begins to disperse but Suguru would be one of the last ones out, since he was in the pit. He brings out his phone and begins to scroll when a vaguely familiar voice calls out. 

“Hey,” 

Suguru looks up and finds you sitting on the edge of the stage, a light sheen of sweat covering your body. He must really be losing it if he sees you talking to him- 

“What’s your name?” You ask, grabbing a water bottle that’s beside you to take a drink. 

Your attire is dark, a crop top showing your stomach along with a skirt that’s so short he thinks god must be looking away. Your piercings gleam under the low light, and he thinks he sees a small smile on your perfect mouth. 

“Suguru,” he responds, eyes focused on the way your lips wrap around the opening. 

“I’ve seen you around, Suguru.” You begin. Is it possible you had seen him at one of your many shows? That would be embarrassing. “At the bar last night.” 

He isn’t sure if that’s better or worse. He was certain he looked anything but cool last night. Suguru knew you were there, but he didn’t think you would know he was there. 

“Oh yeah, my friends and I went.” He tries to keep his voice level, but it almost wavers despite himself. 

“Right, I saw them too. Talking about piercings and dancing?” 

The both of you chuckle and Suguru has to force himself to figure out that he really wasn’t dreaming. You were right in front of him. 

“I saw you too.” Suguru says, hoping it doesn’t come off as weird as it feels. 

“Why didn’t you say hello?” You slide off the stage and walk over to him. He can smell your sweat and hair products when you’re this close, and he tries to tell himself that’s a completely normal thing to notice. 

“Thought it’d be weird, plus I feel like you probably already get enough fans coming up to you as is.” 

“I don’t think I’d mind it if it was a fan as cute as you.” 

What?

His response must only be a half a second delay, but it feels too long. Suguru cannot fathom that you actually said that. If Satoru were here right now he’d be smacking his head for not making a move, but Suguru doesn’t know if he’s able. He’s utterly starstruck, completely at the whims of his fanboy desires. 

“If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were flirting.” He says. There’s no one around but you both, but Suguru feels as though the room is more suffocating than it was hours ago. 

“You’d be right.” You give a grin, and it goes straight to Suguru’s chest. “Want to get out of here?”

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[reiluvr]

Suguru's Morning Routine

hello! this is a new account, just cause i wanted to start somewhere new! requests are open and im still working on everything so...

i'll eventually make a masterlist, once i've posted at least 5 works or so.

this is pretty much 100% fluff even though i'm a hardcore angst girl. just starting off easy. uhhh there's suggestive words but no smut.

just suguru being head over heels for you and toru <3

It's the way Suguru has his alarms set for at least half an hour before the other two ring. He's so used to this routine that he doesn't even really need the alarm, his eyes already open and hands reaching for his phone to turn the alarm off in case it wakes you two up. He turns his body, a smile subconsciously falling onto his face as he observes the mess of your hair. He gently brushes a few strands away from your mouth, fingers tracing your features as he grins.

Once his ten minutes of admiring you are up, his body shifts, neck craning to admire Satoru on your other end. His heart flutters as he watches the constant rise and fall of Satoru's chest, finding solace in watching the "honored one" look so mundane. His smile only widens further as his eyes trail down to observe how your legs entangle with Satoru's, Suguru being the only somewhat normal sleeper. In the quiet of the room, a small giggle escapes him as he thinks back to the beginning of the relationship, how hard it had been to get a good amount of sleep between Satoru's limbs stretching across the entire bed and you're constant mumbling. Now it's only one of his countless favorite things about his two partners.

He alternates between both of you, waiting until the sun has fully risen to quietly get out of bed, humming a soft tune as he turns on the coffee maker, already pulling out countless items from the refrigerator. It was honestly a blessing that Satoru was loaded, because not only did he eat for a family of ten, all three people in the house had very different tastes, leading to grocery weekends being quite hectic. He places three cups on the counter, practically adding only a few drops off coffee to the first one as he drowns it in creamer and sugar cubes. He moves to the second, not even trying to fight the smile as he notices the small paw prints on the side of the mug. He had gotten accustomed to finding cat themed items all around the house once you had moved in. It had been a nightmare listening to Satoru whine constantly about how "those stupid cats mean more than we do, right?" He adds two sugar cubes to the cat themed cup, pouring the coffee and topping it off with whatever nut based milk they had bought that week. By the time he turns to the last cup, Satoru's poptarts have popped out the toaster, so he quickly places them on a plate while he heats up a pan to prepare his own eggs. He quickly pours coffee in his own cup, not bothering with sugar or cream as he takes a few sips, mixing granola into some strawberry yogurt. By the time breakfast is ready, he can already hear Satoru's soft whines from the bedroom, the man already having found something to complain about. He places the poptarts on one end of the desk, placing the granola in the middle, and the eggs on the other end. No one spoke about it, but everyone knew they had an assigned seat.

He takes his coffee with him, leaning against the door frame of their bedroom as he watches. Satoru seems to be clawing at the bedsheets, one hand digging into the bed as the other is wrapped tightly around the bedframe. You stand there, hair a mess and clothes all ruffled, clearly just having gotten up, with one of Satoru's ankle in you hands, desperately trying to pull him out of bed. Suguru rolls his eyes, you'd think after years of living together, they'd be over this dramatic scene every morning. He sighs, placing his cup on the dresser as he shuffles behind you, hands wrapping around your waist as you drop Satoru's leg in surprise.

"For once, could you two just wake up normally?"

He has to suppress his smile as he hears your own frustrated complaints, already talking his ear off first thing in the morning.

"I woke up and he was literally laying on me! So I push him off and he start whining and crying, you know how he is, he's all like "you don't love me" and "I'll just go die, I guess". And then! Suguru, you're not gonna believe this, actually, you will, cause Satoru still acts like he's 16. He pulls me back with him as he's like, "Hey ma". MA? WHY IS HE TRYING TO HAVE SEX FIRST THING IN THE MORNING??-"

Suguru does the only thing that he knows will shut you up, pressing his lips against your own as he silences you, Satoru cackling in the back as you push Suguru away, already on another rant about how you're living with two men who are horny 24/7. Of course, you're just kidding, already back in Suguru's hold a few minutes later, both of you just swaying in place while waiting for Satoru to finish washing his face. (He has a 24 step skin care routine.)

The three of you finally settle into your places, both you and Satoru digging into the prepared breakfast in front of you. Suguru sighs happily, watching as a bit of yogurt sticks to your nose, Satoru pointing it out. He watches as Satoru throws his head back in laughter as you try to wipe it off, only smudging it more. He holds back to urge to tell Satoru not to speak with his mouth full. He watches as you rub your nose red, somehow still missing the smudge. He watches as Satoru finally reaches over, using the edge of his sweater's sleeve, it's Suguru's sweater but he's already accepted he's never getting it back, to gently rub your face, getting rid of the mark. By the time he takes a bite of his own eggs, they're cold. He just smiles and continues eating, a cold breakfast being a small price to pay for enjoying his morning with his favorite people.

[lehguru]

Would you mind making a JJK version of older users insecure about others judging their relationship with a younger partner? 🙏🏽

THINK YOU NEED SOMEONE YOUNGER + JUJUTSU KAISEN

jujutsu kaisen men feeling insecure about having a younger partner ft. gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento

info + tw: tbh this theme for one piece was my nightmare, i cant write anything for shanks cuz i feel exactly like that one meme from Akira lol. tw age gap (reader is significantly younger than them, but over 20) so mdni pls — ko-fi

gojo satoru didn't really care about anything others said when it came to your relationship. all that mattered to him was your opinion of the relationship; but, often, he would wonder why you chose to date him.

one day, while you both were chilling in your shared apartment, you noticed gojo looking at you a lot more than normal. he just stared at you, his cheek resting against his palm; his eyes still held the absolute adoration he have for you, but you could sense something was bothering him. putting your phone to the side, you snuggled against him, one of his arms coming to hug your shoulder. "are you okay, satoru? is something bothering you?" he nodded and sighed.

"you are gorgeous, you know that?" you rolled your eyes at his sappy behavior, but he continued. "'m serious! you can be with anyone you want. was just wonderin' why you are with a guy like me, when you could be with, i don't know, someone younger or something." you giggled and shook your head. before he could say anything, you murmured: "i've never met someone 'younger' that was hot and handsome like you. plus, you're rich." he gasped dramatically and you laughed loudly, "i love you, my old man." he smiled and hugged you tightly, his lips pressing a kiss on top of your head.

geto suguru, just like gojo, doesn't care at all about the age gap between you two. even if you two are at somewhat different moments of your life, he is glad to be the one you chose to be next to you through the good and the bad moments. whenever people give you two a glance that last too long or whisper about you, one cold look from him is enough to make them cower away.

one day, the comments ended up getting to you. you knocked on the door of his office and you heard a soft 'come in'. his soft smile dropped as soon as he saw your expression; "is everything okay?" he murmured, motioning for you to come closer. you sat on his lap, your head buried on his neck, and he hugged your waist. with his scent making you feel better, you murmured: "someone called me a gold digger today."

you heard geto click his tongue, his arms tightening around you. "they are simply idiots. pay them no mind, alright?" he pulled away enough to hold your chin and make you look into his purple eyes. "i adore you. i adore to pamper you. that should be enough. ignore them, angel." you pressed a kiss on his soft lips, making him chuckle. his words were always enough to calm you down and you had no idea how he does it, he just do.

nanami kento often thought about your age gap, but it wasn't exactly because of the age itself. he had a plan for his life; he was going to work and save enough money to hit his 50's and move to malaysia. that's it. but... now that you're in the picture, he doesn't know if that could happen.

he didn't want you to lose the best years of your youth with him. or lose those years at a secluded place with only him to spend the rest of your life with. he didn't want you to regret your love for him. "are you okay, kento?" you asked, hugging him from behind and placing a soft kiss on the nape of his neck. he nodded, his thoughts now floating away. "yes, love." he turned off the stove, the breakfast he was preparing for you made the kitchen smell divine.

"why are you up this early?" nanami turned around and placed a soft kiss on your forehead, his palm resting on your cheek. "well..." he started to feel your face heat up under his touch. "i was looking at some plane tickets. to malaysia. i know, i know, they are expensive. i just thought it would be good to see where we will live, you know? maybe look at a place near the beach?" and just like that. all his worries melted away. he smiled, a soft and small smile that you adored with all your heart, and murmured. "it sounds good."

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[sweet-evie]

I have so many thoughts and headcanons about the Gojo clan... You have no idea. 😭 Also, I'm talking out of my ass and everything I say is fictional and from pure imagination... Don't take it seriously.

The Gojo clan may or may not span 40 generations based off of how long ago Suguwara Michizane lived...

and ummm... That's a lot of generational wealth 🤯.

Imagine if you married into that -- married Satoru Gojo. You're automatically the highest-ranking woman in the family, on top of having access to all that money. 😆

Listen, some of the world's richest families like the Rockefellers currently span 7 generations and they're worth billions of dollars.

Damn I really need a full backstory on the 3 major clans. I need to know how rich they are and how they maintained and/or grew that wealth until the modern day.

There's plenty of drama and info on the Zen'in clan. We get crumbs and pieces about the Kamo clan...

But info on the Gojo clan is close to nada, and I WANT TO KNOW MORE ABOUT THEM DAMMIT! I'm so thirsty for more worldbuilding in JJK, you have no idea.

At this point, just seeing Satoru's parents would make me happy.

I have a headcanon that Gojo's family, apart from being sorcerers and political powers in the jujutsu community, are probably mixed bags of company shareholders, politicians, lawyers, philantropists, etc.

Yeah, it's said that the Gojo clan is a one-man army that consists of Satoru Gojo, but I interpret that as Satoru outshining every other family member -- especially every other practicing sorcerer in the family. (There's simply no surpassing the wielder of the Six Eyes and the Limitless technique).

The Gojo clan is a sorcerer clan first and upper tier members of Japanese society second.

Some of Satoru's male relatives are probably Shinto and Buddhist monks. The point is to have a foothold in influential religions among non-sorcerers.

I like to think that maybe one sorcerer in the clan has Limitless... maybe his grandpa, but the man was never as efficient with it as Satoru Gojo.

Maybe the majority of the sorcerers in the Gojo clan fight with Grade 1 cursed tools and good-old hand-to-hand imbued with cursed energy. Maybe other cursed techniques exist within the Gojo clan too... It's all just overshadowed by Satoru.

I also think the Big 3 actually tend to keep to themselves (e.g., the Zen'ins having their own military unit). Their spawns don't ALL go to Jujutsu High, do they? It's a choice for them rather than a necessity. Like, Jujutsu High was established primarily for sorcerers who come from "somewhat normal" backgrounds, unlike people from the Big 3. Satoru was born into jujutsu sorcery and it's the only life he's ever known, whereas people like Suguru who come from non-sorcerer families are brought into Jujutsu Tech to learn about what it means to be a part of jujutsu society, and to teach them that they're not, you know, mentally ill because they can see curses.

Quick side note, I imagine Jujutsu Tech as the bridge between the branch of the Japanese government that is aware of the existence of curses and the jujutsu society as a whole. It just kind of makes sense that way, especially when you consider where their funds to pay people come from -- not from thin air, that's for sure. I mean, how else do the higher-ups get the funding to pay their actively practicing sorcerers, especially the special-grades? Does jujutsu sorcerer pay roll come from citizens' tax money?

Also... On top of Satoru Gojo having access to his clan's generational wealth and assets, how much is he getting paid as an instructor at Jujutsu Tech? Is that salary separate from his special-grade sorcerer salary? Is he technically working 2 full-time jobs?

Man is rolling in cash...

Anyway, I want to circle back to the point that Satoru Gojo is the most active sorcerer in the Gojo clan when it comes to interacting with the higher-ups and being a constant presence in Jujutsu Tech. Obviously, his fingerprints are all over Jujutsu society politics as well.

I headcanon that Satoru comes from a big family, actually. Satoru is an only child, but I imagine lots of cousins and aunts and uncles and distant relatives, and the Gojo estate is probably one massive compound where most of the family lives. Like, they can live in that huge ass ancestral property if they want too... There's plenty of room.

The clan also likely owns several other properties and probably small temples or shrines across Japan. They have one ancestral seat and other properties. That goes for the Kamo and the Zen'in clans as well.

That real estate portfolio be popping.

As for actual size, think Heian estate in ancient Japan big. It's expansive.

Maybe the sorcerers in the family would be fond of living in the Gojo estate. The others, especially the ones who hold positions in the government or the military or who have public-facing jobs have their own homes registered under their own name, and not... you know... registered under the family with the clan head.

Another headcanon is that the clan head is capable of assigning properties and other clan assets to family members if he chooses to. Satoru Gojo can give away houses if he wants too, like a nobleman or European feudal lord. But for real, the Gojo clan might have been part of the nobility in ancient Japan, only losing their noble titles after the Imperial family changed the rules around the 1940s.

Speaking of, it's probably not a reach to assume, that the clan head has his fingers in many many honey pots. 🍯 That is to say, Satoru Gojo has access to more money than he can spend in a single life time. And after he's passed, maybe the money just goes back to the surviving members of the clan.

I need to know Satoru Gojo's net worth.

I think each of the Big 3 has their own hierarchy and their own family politics. Again, the Zen'ins are a prime example...

For the Gojo clan, I headcanon that there's a small council of elders -- people way older than Satoru. Satoru's own father is probably part of that. Put his grandfather and a couple of uncles and aunts in there too.

How do they work? I imagine it's pretty similar to how the Small Council functions in Game of Thrones. Like, there's someone in charge of managing finances, someone who keeps an ear on clan politics, someone who has a foothold in the national military, etc.

I imagine they have a bi-weekly gathering. They offer counsel, but the final decision in any dilemma they discuss always falls to the clan head -- Satoru Gojo.

I also headcanon that Satoru has a penthouse somewhere in Tokyo -- a place he considers as his own residence, away from clan politics and the rest of his probably snobby family.

But Satoru is always busy, so his penthouse is way too clean. It looks like no one lives there.

This is the vibe of the penthouse... I have his penthouse in my Sims 4 game.

Speaking of snobby... The Gojo's clan general reputation? I would say... They're intellectual people, some of them are likely obsessed with history, and rigid and formal when it comes to observing traditions. I imagine they have a tendency to be really elegant.

Whenever the Zen'ins look at them, the stereotypical thought is, "Look at those pompous, snobby, jackasses."

In the succeeding years since December 7, 1989, the Gojo clan's sense of pride has only grown, because well... The most powerful and strongest sorcerer of the modern age came through their lineage.

Needless to say, Satoru Gojo is the pride and power of the Gojo clan.

Satoru's parents were practicing Grade 1 sorcerers... really active in the field, and Satoru's grandfather was Clan Head for a time.

Satoru's mom retired from fieldwork after she married Satoru's dad and after she got pregnant and became a mom. I love my headcanon that she's a shrewd politician and is all about maintaining good standing with the elders while doing intelligence gathering. The woman maintains a network, so she's always in-the-know.

Satoru doesn't make it easy for his mom especially when he goes around and does what he wants. e.g., Becoming a benefactor to Megumi, saving Yuji and Yuta, etc. She's actively working to cover his tracks wherever she can.

Satoru's mom is actively looking for a wife for him, for obvious reasons. The plan never came to fruition because of the Shibuya incident and Ch #236.

Satoru's father is more politician than actively practicing sorcerer by the time Satoru was studying in Jujutsu Tech. He's all about maintaining solid relations with the other clans, the elders, and collaborating with the branch of Japanese government that knows of the existence of jujutsu sorcery. He probably works with the Japanese government too.

Satoru Gojo visits the family estate once in a while... for other business, but primarily for hearings and clan meetings. It's peculiar to look at during these meetings because Satoru is the only person in that room who isn't wearing traditional clothes. Like, I headcanon that he shows up in casual attire, or his Jujutsu Tech uniform, complete with the blindfold.

His mom probably tried to talk him into wearing traditional clothes for these meetings when he was younger, but it just never stuck. Satoru is Satoru, after all.

After Satoru Gojo passes away, I like to imagine the Gojo clan takes a bit of a backseat. It's probably the wiser course of action too, considering everything that's happened in Japan after October 31, 2018.

[I know some people think he's the only survivor of the Gojo clan, but you gotta think of the fact that he learned about Hollow Purple from some people. Someone taught him FBE as a kid.]

[oh-katsuki]

what is your opinion on a satosugu threesome or voyeurism

I LITERALLY LOVE!!!!! i've had a thought for this FOREVERRRR that i was planning on writing so ill put it here!!!!!!!! i think about it constantly.

cw: threesome, oral (f!receiving), semi-public sex, voyeurism, sub/dom dynamics (suguru > satoru > reader)

anyway, i frequently think about satoru and suguru cornering you in a closet. some semi-public location with people bustling just on the other side of the door. n you're not supposed to be there even under normal circumstances, let alone these ones.

you're leaning back against one of the shelves, your leg propped up in the most comfortable way you can manage. your bare cunt is exposed under the fabric of your skirt and satoru kneels between your legs. suguru stands to your right, close enough that you can feel his body heat, but he's not touching you just yet. no, suguru is just watching.

satoru's hands rest on the inside of your thighs and his tongue laps eagerly at your cunt. he presses the flat of it to your clit, moving it side to side slightly as he holds your legs open. the room is dark, illuminated only by the light coming in through under the door, and it makes the sounds of your pussy feel even louder. you can hear the wet click of his mouth against you, tongue dipping in and out of you as he savors the taste.

you grip the shelf behind you with one hand and knot your fingers in his hair with the other, stifling choked gasps as he creeps you closer to the edge.

"shshshsh," suguru croons from beside you, placing his palm on your forehead and drawing your attention to him. "gotta be quiet. we wouldn't want to get caught now, would we?"

you nod your head, looking into suguru's calculating eyes. they look strangely satisfied. like he's fulfilled at seeing you and satoru be so absorbed in pleasure that he'd orchestrated. though he doesn't touch you, both you and satoru know that suguru is in charge.

suguru's hard. you can feel his bulge from where he stands, just barely touching your thigh. it sits in his pants untouched and unattended.

"touching yourself, satoru?" suguru laughs a little, tilting his head down to glance at where satoru is palming the bulge in his slacks.

satoru doesn't look up or pause, instead just nodding into your cunt. suguru lets out a quiet and somewhat condescensing laugh.

"you're such a pervert." to which satoru opens his eyes and rolls them.

you're caught between the two, grip in satoru's hair tightening as he works you up. his tongue swirls around you, fingers digging into the fleshy inside of your thighs. if you had the mind, you'd notice that the way they dip against your skin looks delightful. suguru is sure to have noticed that.

"he's good at that, isn't he?" suguru asks you.

"mhm, he's-" you choke on your words, subconsciously pulling him against you harder. your sentence is cut short.

"satoru's real good with his tongue," suguru smiles down at you, insinuating something that makes you both jealous and overwhelmingly aroused.

as if on cue, satoru applies pressure to your clit, swirling around it with the tip of his tongue. when you look down at him, his eyebrows are furrowed. it's as if he's deliberately tried to draw your attention to him and he frowns at suguru before delivering a succinct squeeze to your thighs.

you climb higher and higher, the knot in your stomach winding up like a wire gone taut. you tremble and then gasp as your whole body becomes sensitive and suguru places his hand back on your forehead, forcing you to look at him.

his palm is wide and warm and though he doesn't apply much pressure, you get the feeling that you couldn't move your head if you'd tried.

"is satoru gonna make you cum?" he asks quietly, leaning in close to your face. "you gonna let him?"

you don't have a choice. you're going to cum. you feel it welling up in your stomach and behind your eyes, where heat rushes to your face. all you can do is look at suguru while satoru's tongue buries itself in your sloppy cunt. you can feel the way slick drips down the leg supporting you, dampening already sensitive skin.

"eyes open when you do, 'kay?" suguru offers with that gentle cadence of his. playful and coolheaded, he makes you an offer you know you can't refuse.

you feel the peak as it builds, blinding you as you approach that overwhelming finish. you tug at gojo's hair and he takes it as a cue to double down. you gasp and crest over, rising up onto your toes as your legs begin to tremble.

suguru's hand still presses on your forehead and gojo takes it upon himself to attach himself to your clit and slide his hands around to support your lower back. your voice sits just behind your tongue, mouth open in a silent moan as you look into suguru's eyes.

he looks almost wicked. so satisfied that it makes you feel proud. you watch him like he asked you too, pulling satoru's head against your pussy subconsciously.

satoru works you through it, slowing the motions of his tongue as you come down with a choking gasp and heavy breathing. suguru strokes your sweat soaked forehead.

"can i have a turn?" suguru questions.

satoru stands up from between your legs, rubbing the inside of your thighs. then, he reaches up to wipe his cum-soaked mouth.

"jeez, suguru," he smiles. "give the poor thing a minute, at least."

[bliss-in-the-void]

Satoru, Suguru, and the Detriment of Their Origins. (How their characters completed each other.)

This is going to be an analysis on how their differences came together and contributed to their downfalls once they parted. I really like how this turned out—it’s very interesting.

Long post, read under cut:

Satoru:

Blamed the Jujutsu Higher-ups for even burdening him and Suguru, who were both sixteen, with the task of escorting Riko—who was only fourteen—to Tengen. The fate of the entire world rested on the shoulders of three kids who were only put in their position because of abilities assigned at birth, and nothing else. The three of them literally had no choice in the matter. Also, because of what happened with Haibara. Satoru deduced that the elders shouldn’t be in charge of sending kids off to their deaths to fight uphill battles.

So, he in turn decides to raise strong allies in the form of students so that they one day can overthrow the elders in hopes of establishing a more fair and just system for sorcerers. Here, he recognizes the need for sorcerers to exorcise curses to protect the populace, but does not agree with the system as it stands.

Note, Satoru before the Star Plasma Vessel incident had barely any motivation to exorcise curses other than the fact that he could do it. He did it for fun. He just liked using his powers. He was always a self-assured person.

Suguru:

Blamed non-sorcerers for generating curses in the first place, and developed a deep hatred for them that was seeded after Toji (a non-sorcerer) ‘killed’ Satoru and killed Riko, as well as after he witnessed non-sorcerers applauding the death of Riko, a fourteen year old girl. He met Yuki, Tsukumo, who introduced to him the idea of getting rid of the source of curses. He also blamed humanity for conjuring a curse that killed Haibara. His turning point was finding two young sorcerer girls, Nanako and Mimiko (~seven years old) caged up like animals by non-sorcerers. It probably reminded him of his own childhood—I can only imagine how his parents must have at least alienated him for his abilities, since they were not sorcerers. It also in part probably reminded him of Riko, and how she’d been a young girl unfairly targeted due to her abilities. It definitely triggered him.

So, his goal became to rid the world of non-sorcerers, so that curses wouldn’t exist. To do this, he had to abandon all of the principles he had subscribed to thus far and become a villain who kills people—but he did it for his cause.

Note, Suguru has always been a self-righteous person. It’s a bit different from who Satoru is. He has had time to think about his place in the world because unlike Satoru, he was born to a normal family and had to find where he belonged himself. Satoru, on the other hand, was told where his place was from the moment he was born.

So, Suguru defined himself as somewhat of a hero who valiantly, selflessly swallows nasty curses to protect the populace.

Satoru never had to define himself. He was already defined at birth. A wielder of the Six Eyes and Limitless, a once in a lifetime anomaly, a scale-tipping, monstrosity more powerful than anyone else.

These origins are both of their downfalls, and this is ultimately why the two needed each other so badly. They did complete each other as people.

As I said above, Suguru had to define himself. He had to affirm to himself that what he was doing was for the good of the people—it was how he had convinced himself society had to run. The strong protect the weak, it doesn’t matter if one had a choice or not. If you are strong, you have a duty to become a protector.

The issue with this mindset is that he has absolutely no attachment to it whatsoever. The only thing it does for him is make him feel good about himself in his early days as an active sorcerer. Even Satoru calls him out, letting Suguru know he “hates righteousness” and that he just “makes himself feel better” by “spouting bullshit”, the bullshit being his ‘heroic’ beliefs. At his core, Suguru believes himself to be a hero of sorts, which is why when things go sideways, he does a one-eighty and decided to kill all non-sorcerers rather than protect them. In his mind, he’s still affirming to himself that he’s the hero. It’s just that now, he’s protecting other sorcerers. The enemy has changed. He’s still the self-righteous, martyr-Suguru he has always defined himself as, sticking his neck out for the good of his cause.

He lost his grip because he was not emotionally attached to being a sorcerer. He was just attached to being a hero. This is why when entering Jujutsu High, Yaga puts such a huge emphasis on digging deep and finding a strong, personal reason to be a sorcerer. He recognizes that he fell short in that aspect when it came to Suguru, and doesn’t want it happening again. Resolve is very, very important so that once doesn’t lose their mind.

Now, let’s take a look at Satoru’s mind in contrast. He is the strongest sorcerer. The ‘honored one’. He always has been. He had bounties on his head before he could walk, and grown adults feared him even as a child. He was always seen for his abilities first and not his soul, so he identified with his powers more strongly.

This caused him to become disillusioned with himself. He believed that being strong was all someone could need, and that he was untouchable. He was relied on by everyone. “Gojo can handle it.” “Just wait for Gojo.” He was the trump card. That’s why he strolled up to Shibuya so nonchalantly—the way he was raised gave him a natural arrogance. It’s not because he’s a jerk. It’s because that’s all he knows. He was raised believing he was all powerful, so what else can he default to? He was literally wired that way.

Unfortunately, because he leaned so heavily on his powers, he forgot who he was as a person. Especially after Suguru, the only person he was able to form a vulnerable emotional bond with, compared him to his powers and left him.

Caveat I want to make about that point: Suguru was the only person who treated Satoru like a human being. Everyone else saw him as the Six Eyes. Because he made Satoru feel seen, because he tried making Satoru a better person (teaching him manners, acting as his moral compass), Satoru grew attached to him. So, when Suguru’s psyche took a turn for the worst and he left Satoru in Shinjuku, the line “are you the strongest because you’re Satoru Gojo? Or are you Satoru Gojo because you’re the strongest?” dealt a fatal blow to his heart. This was the one person he trusted deeply, reducing him to a man with powers, just like everyone else his whole life did. It caused a rift in their relationship. It caused Satoru to rethink his entire identity—how much of himself was based off of his powers? How much of himself wasn’t based off of his powers? Suguru’s presence allowed him to feel more human and less like a creature than he ever had. But those words pushed him back into that constraint.

In chapter 236, Satoru reveals to Suguru that somehow, though he had love for everyone around him, he felt a line had been drawn where he felt more like a creature than a human being.

A TikTok user (lauravpvp) pointed out something that drives this point home. Satoru wears a blindfold over his eyes 90% of the time. As his powers grow, the coverings get thicker and more restricting. He starts with glasses, then bandages, and then the black blindfold. Eyes are the window to the soul—and as he gets stronger, the less he shows them; the less he beard his soul.

We look into someone’s eyes to see how they’re feeling, to connect to them. His eyes are always covered, so he prevents that connection and prevents people from knowing how he feels. He dehumanizes himself that way.

Because of that, when he goes into his fight with Sukuna, he goes believing he’d the strongest and that he would win. It’s all he’s reduced himself to. This blind attachment to his powers, to the idea that he had to do it alone, is what lead to his downfall.

Because he learned the hard way that he wasn’t the strongest.

In his final moments, he reinforces what he had discovered after Suguru left him in Shinjuku.

Strength alone is not enough. Why?

He said that if Suguru had been there to pat him on the back, he would have truly been satisfied.

Suguru, who had to fight to find his identity his whole life—who, because he spent so much time defining himself, helped Satoru define himself in ways that were separate from his abilities. And Satoru, who identified himself with his abilities so much that it reinforced Suguru’s confidence in his own abilities.

They completed each other. Suguru’s moral compass and strict principles held Satoru’s head on right, and Satoru’s confidence and youthful heart kept Suguru motivated and away from the dark.

Without each other, Suguru descended into madness and Satoru lost sight of his human side.

[stnexus]

thinking about…wash day with s.geto!

mature audiences only — fluff

suguru geto x blk!fem!reader x satoru gojo (somewhat)

warnings: alludes to nudity but nothing is happening, L-bombs dropping(?)

names uses (?): baby boy, pretty girl, princess, pretty baby

poly relationship between satosugu + reader! but mostly geto in this. most of my gojo and geto stories are set in normal modern day society unless stated otherwise.

word count: 830+

rain pitter pattered against the brick walls of the house. causing a somber feel for the three on the inside, seated on the black couch in a tangle of limbs. you were seated on geto’s lap, your back against his chest — head resting against his shoulder. while gojo’s head lay on your lap, geto’s fingers raking through his white tufts.

it was still early, eight in the morning to be exact. the old reruns of looney tunes and scooby doo ran back to back on the flat screen television. all three of you were quiet as the screen flickered through different scenes — laughing at the appropriate times.

until—

“today would be good for my wash day actually…” you hummed lazily as you peered up at geto for a split second. then tilted your head down towards gojo, your manicured nails coming up to caress his face.

“it would be, ya’ have everything you need?” geto replied lowly.

“yeah,” you spoke softly, “satoru you wanna help me again this time?”

“can i take a nap first? and will there be food involved at some point?” the man replied drowsily.

“if you take a nap you won’t wake up until midday and you know how long my wash days are…” you pouted a little as you complained. your hand that caressed his face reaching back to play with geto’s hair. until an idea crossed your mind,

“suguuuu,” you called out in a sing songy voice. only for him to hum in reply that he’d heard you.

“you want to do wash day with me, baby boy?” you tilted your head towards him as you mustered up your best smile. “i can wash your hair, you wash mine…”

—

“not the purple one, that’s for satoru,” geto spoke with his back turned to you. head reared back as far as he could go so you could reach his head. the shower water falling onto his body in a sort of rhythm.

“oh i know, last time i grabbed it blindly and he almost killed me. talkin’ bout it’s too expensive to be wasting. wait until he finds out how much my hair care products cost…”

“…how expensive are we talking..?” geto got quiet for a second, remembering that he gives you his card to buy most things. from new sets of nails, hair care products, and more.

“uh…i don’t know,” you replied a little hushed, “act like i didn’t say that. love you by the way.”

“yeah, okay, love you too. my card is staying in my wallet from now on— tss, shit (Y/N).”

a small tug on his almost waist length black hair cut his joking words short as you giggled at his reaction. shampoo lathering up under your hands. as you worked it through his hair he held his eyes shut. taking in the peaceful moments that would lead up to him washing your hair in return.

“you think satoru’s hair would turn yellow if he didn’t have this? like people who are blond?”

“probably, it’s probably why he threw a fit about it. hell, i just remembered i buy his hair care products too,” geto confessed with a laugh as he massaged shampoo over your scalp. “you two are robbing me blind.”

“it’s okay,” you hummed almost mesmerized by his fingers working the the shampoo into your head, “ ‘toru will play the next time we eat out…”

“alright princess,” geto spoke softly, “switch spots with me so i can was the shampoo out and put your conditioner in.”

doing as he asked, you moved so you were closer to the water, facing him as he reached above you to detach the shower head to rinse the shampoo out. you studied his face at he did so. both your boyfriends were absolutely breathtaking, and they had always told you the same. always gloating on about their pretty girl, their princess, or their pretty baby. it was like a competition of who could be the most breathtaking in the shared home. the mere thought pushed a laugh from your lips. causing geto to look down at you with a smile.

“and what’s going on in that pretty head? what are you laughing at now, huh,” he questioned. there he goes again, using one of their favorite words to describe you. he’d hooked the shower head back on its metal holder, and began covering your hair in conditioner.

“oh nothing,” you beamed, “just thinking about you and ‘toru.”

the response warranted no other callout from him. instead he bent down slightly. pressing a kiss into your lips, deepening it for a few seconds before he pulled away.

“did you bring your comb in so i can help you detangle?” he questioned.

“it’s right behind you,” you pointed to the black wide-tooth-comb that sat next to your bottle of shampoo on one of the tub’s shelves.

grabbing it quickly, geto ushered you to turn your back to him, “now the real journey begins, but we’ve got it, sweetheart.”

[makingfanfictionstosleep]

My First But Not My Last.

Pairing : Gojo x Femreader, Geto x Femreader

Setting : Started from Pre-Cult Suguru Geto // Some folks will not die // Modified that Kenjaku will not totally take over Geto's subconscious later on // Girl bff Shoko, Mei Mei & Utahime, Strong sorcerer reader // Death, Murder Spree, Romance, Lemons.

Rating : M || m i n o r s d o n o t i n t e r a c t

Part 7 : Residuals

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"Can you tell me again why I shouldn't kill that kid?" Suguru said while drying his damp hair with a towel, "He has broken a lot of rules, had a binding vow with Mahito & Pseudo-Suguru, worst of all, he placed you in great danger."

You sighed as you stepped out of the shower, began to dry your body with a fresh towel as you listened to your boyfriend rant on why he should or shouldn't kill Kokichi Muta. You knew that his heart is in the right place, however when it comes to killing people off, you're just to wary because he has this certain level of feral living inside of him. He could kill anybody easily if he'd go all out. You heard a rumor that a non-sorcerer would not even last millisdeconds inside his domain so that's something. You could somewhat counter his ability as you are his natural enemy. Ironic, right?

You feel fresh now that you have taken a bath in Meimei's luxurious guest room with a very spacious, hotel-caliber bath, complete with jacuzzi, shower & tub. That woman is all about luxury, not that she doesn't deserve it.

"He's just a kid who wanted to have a normal body to be with the woman he fancies," you remarked as you entered your room, "I don't agree with his ways, but that's his intentions. Plus I don't think he would put us all in harm. I think he tried to find a way to break into their system, but it would have been better if he came to us. We could have helped him out," you answered.

Anything that came out of your mouth was thrown out of the window the moment you emerged from the bathroom because Satoru was not listening at all.

"Satoru?"

"Hmm."

"Did you hear what I said?"

"Huh?"

Nope. He wasn't listening at all because you were wearing nothing except his t-shirt.

For this specific situation, you all had agreed to leave clothes at each other's houses, but you have already maxed out yours since you visited Meimei the most so you have taken all the dirty clothes back home. Only Utahime & Satoru had extra clothes in Meimei's house, but you opted for Satoru's because they're more comfortable to sleep in.

Satoru couldn't even make out whatever you were trying to say because his focus was on how his shirt looks so good on you.

You realized what was happening & gave up. You sauntered your way to the bed & straddled him, his hands automatically grabbing your thighs.

"Did you even hear what I said?" You whispered breathily against his ear.

"Not even a word," he admitted, "I was distracted."

"By what?" You rocked your hips against his, directly pushing your center to his already rock hard member, "Do tell."

"By a lot of things, 6 eyes remember?" He answered through his gritted teeth, painfully aware that you were not wearing any underwear as he groped your ass, his shirt hiked up revealing your creamy skin underneath.

"You're killing me here," He panted, "Damn princess," then he slapped your ass playfully.

"Not too loud, or Meimei would kick us out," you scolded him half-heartedly, "Seriously, Satoru."

"You should have thought that through before wearing my shirt," he mumbled before capturing your lips in a hot kiss.

And that's the reason Meimei ensured to have all the walls sound-proofed because she couldn't bear another sleepless night because of your bedroom activities with Satoru Gojo. God knows she had lots of those back in highschool or during missions but not in her own home.

Morning came & Utahime was always the first to wake up, much to her annoyance, because she's always the adult one in the circle. However, upon entering the kitchen, she smelled a familiar scent of nicotine & she immediately rushed & was happy to see the other adult in her circle - Ieri Shoko.

"Yo," Shoko greeted coolly while cooking eggs in the pan.

"Shooooko!" Utahimi squealed in delight, "I'm so relieved you are here!"

"Ui Ui flew me in," Shoko explained as she turned the heat off & transferred the eggs to a plate, "Now you have to fill me in."

Utahime filled Shoko in the events & even gave her the same warning that Satoru had given them. Shoko has always been the neutral one of all. She also understood why Satoru wanted to keep this to themselves as they don't know who amongst the higher ups are with them or against them. This is also to protect the welfare of the students who are innocent & are only following orders from their teachers or the principal.

"I think Y/N can nullify the prison realm, but we have to do more research to make sure that it won't do damage to her," Shoko said as she drank the coffee Utahime made for them.

"Why the fuck are we talking about this early in the morning?" You grumbled sleepily, dragging your feet to the counter, grabbing Utahime's mug, "Can't we have a normal morning where we talk about girl stuff?"

"Like how Satoru kept you up all night?" Shoko dully commented, making Utahime blush deep red.

"Something like that," you agreed sleepily as Utahime smacked your arms.

"S-shut up! You're supposed to be embarrassed by that & you," she pointed at Shoko, "should not be encouraging her!"

"Satoru's not that discreet, you all know that," Meimei yawned as she joined the rest of them, "They're the reason this whole unit is soundproofed as I want to sleep soundly at night if ever there's a need for us to be in one roof like last night."

"But that doesn't mean we can't hear their movements!" Utahime shrieked, face still blushing from the memory of last night.

"Well, Satoru had a lot of energy given that he was mad," you rambled on, "But we did not break anything, I assure you Meimei."

"Thanks, that's all that matters," Meimei answered as she stole Utahime's mug from her hands, "Fuck all you want just don't break anything. As long as I don't hear your moans I can sleep alright."

"I need normal friends," Utahime said in a dramatic, defeated tone, "None of you are normal."

"I can be your normal friend," Satoru chimed in with his usual energy, "Good to see you here, Shoko."

"You're the opposite of normal, Satoru," Shoko greeted as she handed him a fork.

"I take it you're here for Muta?" Satoru asked as ate one of the eggs on the plate, "Want to study the kid's body?"

"Mhmm. I bet there are residuals all over his body," Shoko answered with an unusual glint of excitement in her eyes, "I'd love to see how it happened & if it'd have effects on his heavenly restriction."

"No effects, but he's all yours," Utahime answered uncheerfully, "Just don't kill him."

[16ciggy]

types of piercings the jjk characters would get (wlw included, some sex scenes a lil, i kinda got carried away and wrote an entire story for sukuna bc i love him.... mb guys)

reader is in love with piercings btw

[ NOBARA , YUJI , MEGUMI , GOJO , TOJI , GETO AND SUKUNA INCLUDED ]

SATORU GOJO

i think bro wouldn't really wanna 'mess' up anything much and would go for normal ear piercings (if he wanted it) and that's that. "piercings? on my face or body elsewhere??? why would i do that?" he'd say, his face turning sour when being asked if he would pierce his face or body in any way. he doesn't want some metal pierce through his body or face at all, he'd definitely feel grossed out too by knowing something is within his skin and staying in there FOREVER. you both had a conversation about how gojo might enhance his appearance if he were to get piercings and he immediately said 'no'. buuuuttttt that doesn't mean he disregards your passion and love for piercings either, he has come by your shop to watch you pierce your clients or discuss with them on the desired piercings your clients wants. some of them even ended up becoming your friends too–gojo is in awe when he sees on how much of a social butterfly you are, he's proud of your work and he is in love with the way you do things with piercings too. he always asks on how were the piercings that you've done for your clients and you'd always give a full on detail on how it went, sometimes he can't even believe his own ears on what types of piercings you did—let alone, them even existing...

TOJI

hmmmmmm.... eyebrows piercing for SURE. i can imagine it,, he would even like it too. he'd grin at himself as he admire his piercing through those eyebrows of his. he'd probably have a king's crown piercing too (a ring pierced through the head of the dick) and he'll talk so much of it, but why? he just wants to add some extra feeling for you when he fucks you down on that ol'rotting couch of his—you could feel it too and it felt a bit weird at first to experience your boyfriend's ring inside of you but you gradually got over it and agreed that it helped to spice up the sex.

SUGURU GETO

he never really thought too much of having piercings but he wouldn't mind more. one day he decided to get a tongue piercing to reduce the taste of the cursed spirits he swallows because he couldn't falter the taste of them, the tongue piercing did help somewhat but he was also afraid that he might end up swallowing the piercing too—but you reassure him that nothing bad will happen, he smiles and kisses you, "god, your lips are the best to taste after every cursed spirit."

NOBARA

either snake or spider bites tbh (two rings either pierced by the side or opposites by each other on the lips) she says that it makes her look cool and she HATES IT whenever men are like "no one is gonna want you with those piercings.. it makes you less ladylike.", she HATESSSS IT. because, shes's doing it for YOU because you liked them. even though she seems like a heartless jerk, she loves like a golden retriever. you can't count how many times she has done these cute things like building a house for you in minecraft or buying your favourite desserts when you're on your period. "baby, im going for a mission, i'll be back later. love you, my angel." she kisses your forehead so gently before walking out the door and only for her lip piercings to be returned back to you. you were never given a reason on what happened, not even one ounce of word spoken by these random group of sorcerers. one shibuya night turned into a nightmare and you never saw your girlfriend ever again.

YUJI ITADORI

he'd have his tooth pierced with your initial on it and he lets everyone know it by flashing a big smile almost all the time. you warn him of smile lines and he'd simply just grin at you and laugh, "at least these smile lines were mostly by you!", you ruffle his hair as he laid his head on your shoulders before pulling your waist in closer to his body. he was never a big fan of piercings either—until he met you, an individual whom was fond of piercings and he decided to just have your initial pierced right on his tooth; his strongest appearance happens to be his smile too.

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

ooooohh..... hot take.. but he'd definitely be a quiet punk when hes not a sorcerer in the day time. he has nipple piercings, ear piercings, eyebrow, lips—you name em. there's no specifics too because he has a LOT of them. he defo paints his nails black too. when you both bumped into eachother in shibuya at night you did not expect to see gojo's son just having those amount of piercings and even hid it perfectly WELL. your hormones were suddenly RAGING when you saw him, you just had to fuck him so badly otherwise you'd go feral. megumi didn't mind tho because he kinda had a major big crush on you and he wasn't worried about his dick but thats when you got even surprised. because.... well... he got piercings on them too, he really did follow his biological dad. "aw, you scared im gonna eat you or sum'thing? cute." he smirks, getting closer to you and your heart racing even more when his cock is just getting nearer to your face—next thing you know, you were getting choked on it with the metal piercings just gauging down your throat as it hit every walls within it. "fuck— never knew you could suck dick—" he grunts, trying to hold in his moans with his hands clutching on to his mouth for dear's life.

SUKUNA RYOMEN

ear piercings + septum piercing. his face is already scary enough and with that nose piercing already adds in a whole'nother fear when people glances or even looks in his direction. "tsk. it's just a nose piercing, why does every human gotta act like a brat?" he sighs. heavily. he's deeply annoyed in how everyone is afraid of him, he's trying to be a bit nicer now because of you. but that isn't anyone's fault to be afraid of the king of curses either. he sits up from his throne and walks down the flight of stairs to look for you. when he spots you cleaning the hallway with a half assed broken broom, he walks towards you quietly and calls out your name loudly which scared you, "(Y/N). My room, now.", you nodded quickly and thought he just needed to relieve himself. when you arrived into his room, you locked the door behind you and got to undressin— "stop that. that's not what i asked you to come here for." he states, clearing out his throat while he prepared what to say next, "Am I terrifying?" he asks. you just stared at him and the corner of your lips started to curl into a smile, then slowly a giggle. "is this why you asked me to come? yes, you are terrifying." you smiled and he grumbled in annoyance. "then??? how am i suppose to become 'gentle'?!" he roars, jolting up from the edge of the bed, "gentle? why do you want to be gentle?" you asked confusingly, staring into his dull eyes until it clicked. you told him a few weeks ago you were into men who were gentle and not rough, was this why his sex style changed too? this is the man who pounded your back everyday of the week until you were crying from pleasure, now he's kissing your neck and gently holding your thighs up as he's thrusting into your pussy until you're soaking wet when you are getting fucked lately. "it's because on what you told me!" he cocks his head in annoyance, his feet slapping the floor constantly while his arms were crossed. you laughed non stop until he felt embarrassed, you touched his arm and he quickly jerked away from it. "don't be like that, you can still look scary but be gentle, my love—", you wheezed, trying to get a hold of your breathing but you just.. couldn't. this shit was too funny. "people looks at me differently with the septum piercing. do i look more scarier with it??" he asks, he looks so serious—you can't- no way, no way in hell he is acting like a kid over what you said. you comforted him in the end after you stopped laughing but he was still mad at your reaction.

[worldseer]

Who are your top 5 (or top 3) favorite characters from JJK? And why you loved them? And your top 5 favorite moments from the series? Thanks.....

I admit, most of my favorite characters from JJK I somewhat thirst over but I'll try to keep those thoughts out of why I love them (because I do have some genuine reason besides thirst for liking them). 1. Toji Fushiguro

First and foremost, I like his calm attitude yet snarky way of talking. Also he's just a badass. We all all saw him kick ass any time he came on screen. His physique and strength is something to envy ngl (which I had big muscles too). And yes, not the best dad but I KNOW this man was the best fucking husband he could be. 2. Kento Nanami

HE DESERVED SO MUCH BETTER! It's obvious he cares a lot about people, especially young sorcerers. I like to believe that while he hates how Jujutsu Society operates, he tries to make the small changes necessary to make it better (aka not having child soldiers die and get traumatized like he did). Plus I fully agree that both aspects of life (living as a sorcerer or working a normal job) sucks too.

3. Ryomen Sukuna

HOLD ON HOLD ON HOLD ON BEFORE YOU ALL STAB ME TO DEATH CEASAR STYLE- He's genuinely an interesting antagonist to me. He has layers, I think that's apparent. He's cocky, but for good reason. And there have been moments where I near shat my pants watching him (we all saw that Jogo vs. Sukuna fight and those jumpscares he did. Also both VAs did amazing cackles). His true form from the Heian Era is also so cool to look at as well, and I think may inspire me to be more creative with my own character designs in the future.

4. Suguru Geto

HOLD ON, HOLD ON- Once again, I love a layered antagonist and HOLY SHIT HE HAS LAYERS! Like- ok- I get what his goal is. I get what he wants. And frankly, if my lover best friend died, came back to life, and close friend I was meant to protect died as well, yeah I'd be kinda fucked up so see people celebrating and not batting an eye. Yes, running a cult and committing literal genocide are. . . choices. But in the end, his goal is to protect sorcerers (a group constantly being used and controlled by the majority of non-sorcerers) and that makes some sense.

5. Toge Inumaki

I personally think he's a bit underrated, and underutilized. Sure, I know he's not loaded with Cursed Energy but like- that technique he has can be overpowered as hell. Also, I like how he insists on using ingredient names to convey how he feels when he could just- avoid commands? Like he can obviously use nouns. As long as there's a proper subject, then verbs won't use the cursed speech technique (Don't flame me if I'm wrong, I haven't read through too much of the manga). He's cute, I love his vibes, and he is my son. As for moments in the series, they're more small than most expect: 1. Whenever Mahito gets his ass beat - Self explanatory. Yes I'm still fucking mad about what happened to Nobara and Nanami.

2. When Yuji met Toge in the streets of Shibuya - SALMON! But fr, I love the small moments that show friendship between sorcerers that otherwise don't meet up much. And Toge just being there, chilling with a megaphone to help people is funny to me.

3. The last conversation between Megumi and Toji - AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! PAIN! BUT ALSO YOU CAN SEE HOW HAPPY TOJI IS FOR HIS SON! I'M GONE. DEAD.

4. THAT Nanami scene - MAPPA served us good as did Kenjiro Tsuda. "The number and locations of your allies," anything for you, love. Let's go to Malaysia and sit on a beach. I giggle every time.

5. The phone conversation Suguru and Satoru have - The expressions and conversation kill me everytime. They're 'close friends' your honor.

[tonberry-yoda]

Lost - Suguru Geto

notes - Guess who's back tee hee. Geto is such a hottie and he's been on the mind since I've been reading the manga. He's such a tragic mess, I can't help but write for him word count - 721 genre - angst warnings - none

“You look tired.”

Geto didn’t hear a word you said. You were cooking dinner for the both of you in your dorm and he had that familiar distant look on his face. It was like he wasn’t even in the room with you. It happened every so often and didn’t necessarily scare you, it just worried you, you suppose. Gojo was right, he did lose quite a bit of weight.

“You can talk to me.” you tried again, your voice barely above a whisper.

“It’s hard to put into words.” he whispered, losing that distant look and instead burying his face in his arms.

“What do you need from me, Suguru?”

“Nothing.”

The pan hissed as you put rice into it, shaking the measuring cup.

“Is Gojo joining us tonight?”

Geto shook his head. “Apparently he’s outside of Tokyo on some job.”

You hummed in response and started adding kimchi to the rice. You stirred the food, letting the scent fill the air.

“Smells good.” Geto said.

“Thanks.” you smiled.

After a couple of minutes, you plated the food and handed Geto’s plate to him. He smiled and thanked you, and you both ate in silence. You never remember life feeling like this. Just a year ago, you, Satoru, and Suguru were goofing off and felt like kids. And this just felt different. Like you were an adult and there was nothing you could do but keep moving.

But you hated it. What happened to Geto and Gojo? You hated the silence, the jobs, the curses, everything.

You set down your chopsticks and took a deep breath.

Geto tilted his head at you. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I should be asking you.”

Geto slowly took a bite out of his food. “Again, it’s hard to put into words.” And he just shook it off like nothing. You had seen that man struggle internally and that’s all he could say to you?

“Then try.”

Geto looked up at you with surprise. “y/n…”

“I’m not mad.”

Geto sighed. “Everything’s different.”

“Tell me about it.” you chuckled and took a bite.

“I guess I’m jealous. And a little confused.”

“Jealous?”

Geto nodded. “Of Satoru, I suppose. He’s the strongest now. Not us. Him. We’ve grown distant because he’s just better. It’s not fair.” He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.

“I know what you mean.”

“Do we really have to work this hard?”

You gave him a look of confusion. “It’s our job.”

“Do we have to keep getting hurt just for them? The weak?”

You shrugged. You had never really felt much of a difference between non-sorcerers and sorcerers. You grew up normal. The only thing that was odd was that you could see curses and no one else could. You still were friends with those you grew up with and you knew sorcerers that lived somewhat normal lives.

“We’re just all helping each other.” you said.

“What are they doing for us, hm?” Geto asked. His eyes were dark. When was the last time he slept?

“Suguru–”

“Don’t tell me I’m crazy.”

“You’re not, I just… I think you need a break.”

Geto ate the rest of his dinner without a word. He washed his plate and silently thanked you for the meal before going toward the door.

“I don’t want to grow apart, Suguru.” you told him right as he grabbed the handle.

“Neither do I.”

“Then why do you keep pushing me away?”

He turned to find you in tears.

“y/n, I wasn’t trying to…”

“I feel like I don’t even know who you are anymore. I’ll always be by your side, but…” You hiccuped on your own tears and Geto walked to you with open arms.

You fell into him, soaking in his heat and crying into his chest. “I don’t want to hate you.” you told him.

“I never considered it a possibility.” he giggled, rubbing the top of your head.

“I just feel lost.” you cried.

He held you closer and you had never felt more comfortable in your life. You just wanted to stay there forever.

“Let’s take a walk,” Geto let go of you and reached his hand out to yours. “Clear your mind.”

You nodded and took his hand. He kissed your knuckles and led you out of the door.

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[blessedbucky]

Spoilers for the Suguru ending of my "choose your own ending" story! This is a special treat since Tumblr has helped get the story up to almost 900 hits! I'm so grateful for you all that I'm dishing out some porn! I might post Satoru and Nanami, if anyone is interested. Also, it's Suguru's birthday and he deserves a happy fucking ending, damn it!

warnings: it's porn, canon suguru so he's got his cult, lil' bit of self-consciousness while a plus-size girlie rides it, breeding kink (is it truly a taylor fic if that's not in there), suguru getting off on his normally chill waifu getting jealous

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“Seriously?! What’s gotten into you?!”

“Your dick, if you’re amendable to that, my lord husband.” The title is something you’ve never used with him before. You feel his dick twitch in his pants, so he obviously likes it. “Then, your come. I’d really like lots of that.” You stretch out, playing with the belt of your fancy yukata but not completely tugging it free yet. You’re feeling a little high off seeing him so flustered and red. “Can I have some now?”

Suguru sputters, “Here?!”

“What’s got you acting like such a virgin? Haven’t we done nastier shit?”

He scrubs a hand across his face, growling in frustration. “It’s not about the act. It’s the location. This is where I meet with all the monkeys that follow me. I’m already going to struggle to keep a straight face as it is, hearing you talk like that.” And yet…the hands that he’d put on your thick thighs to support you slowly inch up. “I have an image that I have to maintain when I’m here. Me daydreaming about all the come that’ll be dripping out of you on this very floor won’t exactly help with that.”

“Pick a different room, then.” You’re pouting, you know. Then, because you can be just as manipulative as him, you offer, “I can ride you.” You finally tug the belt of your yukata away. It loosens, not completely falling away, but the front of it pops open enough to give a tantalizing view of the valley of your breasts. “Suguru,” you whine playfully. You think you can physically see his brain stuttering to a stop, melting, and just straight up leaking out of his ears. “My pussy feels really empty right now. Aren’t you going to help me with that?”

“You are the fucking worst,” Suguru snarls before he’s ripping at your yukata.

You have to admit that this position isn’t exactly a favorite. It’s being done with Suguru, and that simple fact alone means that you love any position. And while you’re admitting things, this is one of the best for getting deep. Depth is a craving of yours, easier to handle than underused nerves firing off. So, seriously, you’re not complaining. There are some other positions that you prefer more, is all.

But Suguru fucking loves it.

You know why. He’s told you as much. It puts you and the body that he adores so much on full display. These days, you are…a little bit better about accepting your body. You can’t hate it as much anymore. That said, you think you’re allowed to feel awkward when it’s just…jiggling so much. There’s no different way to position yourself, no way to somewhat hide it—every move makes every single thing jiggle.

But…

Fuck it.

You’ll put on a show.

Tilting back, you reach around to brace yourself on his knees. The place where you two are connected is clear, his thick cock sliding in and out of your wet pussy. His hands are out of reach now, so you pick up where he left off with one of yours, pinching at your nipple. It’s harder to move fast this way, but you’re grinding down, trying to get him deeper, deeper, deeper. All your muscles are burning, trying to hold and lift yourself up enough to slam back down.

That familiar heat is building in your gut. If you fall over the edge right now, he’s sure to follow right after. “I—ah!” Words, words, words. “Ugh, why are you so sexy, Suguru?” You slam down on him, body rippling all over. If you move any more, you are going to lose this train of thought. “You drive me nuts. Just make me forget everything. I needed to tell you that I got so busy that I forgot to take it yesterday and today.” You huff. “It probably won’t take, but…if you don’t want to take the risk…just…just pull out, okay?”

Suguru barks out a hoarse laugh. “And again, I say, you’re really just the fucking worst.” He’s reaching out, gripping your wrists, hauling you down so your chests thump together. “Do you know what a menace you’ve been today, hmm?” You’re cradled against him while he rolls over to get you on your back. “Greeting me at the door like that—like my perfect little wife. The way you terrorized that woman. What was it, my love? Hmm? It wasn’t only the tea, I know. Did she look at me the wrong way? You looked like you wanted to claw her eyes out.”

“Don’t use the past tense—ah!” This is your favorite way to do it. To have his massive body blanketing yours, blocking out the entire world. “I actually thought about slipping some poison in her stupid fucking tea.” That feral thing inside him is awake now, his own eyes crazed as he tries to mark out a spot inside your body for himself.

Suguru’s breath is hot on the shell of your ear. “You have tested my patience and restraint today. Doing all you’ve done like you didn’t plan on seducing me. You beg me so beautifully for my seed and now you want me to think twice?” You dig your nails in the meat of his ass and lock your ankles around his, your body desperate to keep him inside you. Every snap of his hips makes you cry out. “You’ll get it. You’ll get as much as I can stuff in this lovely pussy.”

“Please, please, please—”

Suguru’s hand snakes up, draping loosely around your throat. “You better not spill a fucking drop,” he warns huskily. “Or else you’ll be the one licking it up off the floor. I won’t take the chance of some filthy monkey prostrating themselves to me tasting my love for you.”

[thesugarchanotaku]

So i need to get something out of my system and off of my chest real quick. This post will contain heavy spoilers and is basically my take as to why Satoru Gojo is a very tragic character which isn't really shown in the manga so let's go. (Please ignore spelling mistakes I am basically just ranting. Also this is my personal opinion and opinions may differ but that's alrighty)

Seeing the latest leaks made my cry nearly hysterically and I think a lot of people can understand me here. The reason why is more than just Gojos death. Satoru Gojo was a really beloved character of mine. Not my all time fav but I think I valued the impact he had on the people around him.

Gojo despite often being shown as somewhat ignorant or above everybody else is a truly caring person.

- he cared about riko enough to ignore the order he was given to bring her to tengen what ever it would cost. He would have abandoned that damn mission, if she told him that she wanted to stay alive!

- he cares about Suguru Geto so much that my chest hurts every damn time these two are shown

- he looks after his students! And despite his teaching methods being a little extreme sometimes he knows what they can truly take on.

- he cares about is fellow sorcerers like nanami or yaga.

Just to name some examples. And exactly the people from his teenage years were all shown in his "after life" scene. This shows how much the time with them affected him. And even tho Yaga was with him for a longer time, yaga was drawn in his younger years style. Same goes for nanami

Gojo is basically stuck in this TWO year timespan where he got to know Geto, shoko, yaga, nanami, haibara and even riko and her friend. And you know why? Because this was the only time in his life where he could truly be a teenager, a childe, just satoru!

I imagine that his upbringing was pretty cold and structured. Thanks to the fact that former six eyes user were killed you can understand that they tried to protect gojo at all cost but listen! This kid grew up so damn lonely. Then he finally meets other people, gets friends and even finds a person in Suguru that is strong enough to understand him! everything goes south!

Suguru Geto is Gojos save space. He doesn't need to protect Geto all the time, to play his assigned role as "the strongest". If Satoru and Suguru were together he was just a normal teen, not the god damn "chosen one".

The moment Geto breaks away from him his world shrinks back to what it was from the beginning. He tries to find fulfillment in teaching and protecting his students so that they can have a normal life (like he said in jjk0). He doesn't want them to grow strong but lonely because he himself knows how its like.

In the latest chapter he said it himself how strength makes you lonely. And its true because people assume that you can look after yourself. You don't need friends who have your back but him wishing that Geto would have been there to pat his back just kills me. It shows how deep his feeling for geto were and how highly he thought of him as his "best friend". This man was nearly thirty and had maybe two happy years in his life! It breaks my heart.

He was just a teenager when he had to witness a girl he was supposed to protect, being killed, his friend dying, Geto leaving him and him failing at a mission he was not supposed to fail at.

Gojo Satoru is a man with depth that is not always shown, a man that despite the loneliness he felt tried to change the world for his students and a man risking it all just for them. Just for them to have a small chance to be happy. A chance that neither he nor his soulmate Suguru Geto ever head.

Him not being able to achive this goal (as of now, a girl can dream) makes him truly tragic. Him always trying to do the right thing for the people he cared about and in the end still failing makes him tragic.

And him still being lonely despite so many people around him who look up to him and love him makes him tragic.

Satoru Gojo was truly an amazing character. You will be missed and you deserve the world.

I will go back and cry myself to sleep now.

RIP (if this is final)

[joemama-2]

oh my god FUCKING MEI MEI???? toji is in the story too????? oh godddd everything is about to go to shit 😭😭😭😭 i have some questions though about the timeline... i think it was in the first chapter where you said satoru and reader broke up 7 years ago but koji is 5? and in this chapter satoru walked into his office and his parents waited for him on monday but then later reader and koji meet mr sato about the rent on friday and she calls satoru about it saying he only found out about the meeting for sunday THAT day?? did he lie to her, and keep that information from her from monday to friday, when he just saw them the day before on thursday when he watched koji?? why didnt he tell her then? how much time has passed since she met suguru and then satoru until this meeting with the parents?? because now it seems like 2-3 weeks have passed, but then everything is also happening within the same week. he also took a whole week off to go to his private house but then when did he meet with reader and koji?? they have met a total of 3 times i think so im very confused about the timeline... also during the board dinner thing satoru at one point turns to YOU, while reader is at home with koji watching the news, so i think that one was an editing mistake?

anyway... fuck satorus parents, how can they be so insensitive?? and to argue about koji being a mistake and secret and also telling his mother she should have aborted him IN FRONT OF HIM?? children pay more attention than you think how the fuck did they think it was a good idea to have a conversation this serious in front of the boy?? fuck them fr 😤😤😤 i was so relieved to see satoru and reader on the same side trying to protect THEIR son!!! but now that this information has leaked im reaaally worried about the world this family is entrenched in, that shit felt scary and ominous as hell 😭 im so scared for reader and i hope satoru can protect the two of them as best he can!! but at some point its also like.... pack up everyone lets go to italy for the rest of our lives lmaoo 😭😭 lets have a normal and peaceful life and fuck all yall rich bastards cosplaying as white sharks 😭😭😫 great chapter i was on the edge of my seatttt ����🏼

LOL ur so right. so i i was writing chapter 3 and rereading my work but then thought wait the years literally doesn’t make sense. when outlining, for some reason i thought it did so i had to go back and change my work. (hoping yall wouldn’t notice LOL) 😔

the board meeting edit, yes thank you for pointing that out because i was split screening and looking at what i was currently writing, versus what i was going to write AFTER.

and the day mix up, YOURE LITERALLY SO RIGHT. guys forgive me for my continuity errors im so dumb. in my head, i put monday as the first scene, but as i continued to write, i was thinking it was all a friday. so satoru and reader talked THAT friday, she had TWO days until she was supposed to meet his parents, and decided the FOLLOWING day.

my intentions were that ever since satoru first saw yn at the cafe with mr. ito, that is when he stopped going to work. if you remember, i made it clear that her and mr. ito met on a saturday, he met koji the next day. i’m going to edit my chapter, take out the monday phrase in. the beginning. let’s all pretend that didn’t happen and everything happened on a friday 😗 hence why it would be around a week and everyone was freaking

ahhh im so embarrassed but thank you for telling me i really appreciate that

thank you so much for this feedback ☺️ . koji is a smart kid, just naive and innocent ofc all kids are. the public eye will be annoying in this fic, but with satoru and reader already showing signs of somewhat being on the same page, hopefully they can prevail through this all. and yes, y/n would LOVE a vacation to italy