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Utahime Iori

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1 year ago

Utahime: Gojo is too tall for me to kiss him on the lips. What should I do?

Shoko: Punch him in the stomach. Then, when he doubles over in pain, kiss him.

Itadori: Tackle him.

Megumi: Dump him.

Nobara: Kick him in the shin.

Gojo: NO TO ALL OF THOSE. JUST ASK ME TO LEAN DOWN.

1 year ago

Gojo, on his phone at 2 a.m.: Jeez, a woman in Tokyo strangled her husband to death. Can you imagine just snapping like that?

Utahime, trying to sleep next to him: Yes.

1 year ago

Utahime: I'm Utahime fucking Iori.

Satoru: I'm fucking Utahime Iori.

1 year ago

Utahime: The stars are so beautiful... Gojo: They're just giant balls of gas. Utahime: You know what, if you're just going to ruin this, then— Gojo: And yet none of them are as huge as my love for you. Utahime: Oh...

1 year ago

Utahime: What’s it like being tall? Shoko: Is it nice? Mei Mei: Can you reach comfortably for the cupboards? Gojo: I live in constant fear of the short ones who, in my experience, will climb four chairs, two boxes, a small coffee table, and six oddly placed stools to get what they want.

1 year ago

Utahime: Why do you let me win when we race up the stairs? You’re the faster one. Gojo: Erm... it’s nice to see your smile when you win! *later* Utahime: He's probably just staring at my ass, isn't he? Shoko: Yeah, probably.

1 year ago

Miwa: When Gojo was born, the gods said, "He's too perfect for this world." Utahime: Please. When he was born, the devil said, "Oh, competition."

1 year ago

Gojo: You love me, right, Utahime? Utahime: Normally, I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don’t like it.

1 year ago

Utahime: Nobody thinks Gojo is my boyfriend, okay?

Shoko: Put your hand up if you thought Gojo was Utahime’s boyfriend

[ Everyone raises their hand ]

Utahime: Put your hand down Gojo

1 year ago

Okay but like... JJK noses are just begging to be sat on. Don't come for me..... I DON'T MAKE THE RULES, I'M JUST SPREADING FACTS(/the horny)!!!!!

Okay But Like... JJK Noses Are Just Begging To Be Sat On. Don't Come For Me..... I DON'T MAKE THE RULES,
Okay But Like... JJK Noses Are Just Begging To Be Sat On. Don't Come For Me..... I DON'T MAKE THE RULES,
Okay But Like... JJK Noses Are Just Begging To Be Sat On. Don't Come For Me..... I DON'T MAKE THE RULES,
Okay But Like... JJK Noses Are Just Begging To Be Sat On. Don't Come For Me..... I DON'T MAKE THE RULES,
Okay But Like... JJK Noses Are Just Begging To Be Sat On. Don't Come For Me..... I DON'T MAKE THE RULES,
Okay But Like... JJK Noses Are Just Begging To Be Sat On. Don't Come For Me..... I DON'T MAKE THE RULES,
Okay But Like... JJK Noses Are Just Begging To Be Sat On. Don't Come For Me..... I DON'T MAKE THE RULES,
Okay But Like... JJK Noses Are Just Begging To Be Sat On. Don't Come For Me..... I DON'T MAKE THE RULES,

1 year ago

Gojo’s body irl:

Gojo’s Body Irl:
Gojo’s Body Irl:
Gojo’s Body Irl:
Gojo’s Body Irl:

argue with ur mammy about it.

1 year ago

Geto’s Body Irl:

Geto’s Body Irl:
Geto’s Body Irl:
Geto’s Body Irl:
Geto’s Body Irl:
Geto’s Body Irl:
Geto’s Body Irl:

definitely “thicker” than gojo.

1 year ago

me? i'm a gojo snob. a pro at gojoology. half of this fandom is actually in love with kakashi from naruto, copy-pasted onto gojo. but me? a passionate kakashi hater can see through the fog of nostalgia, resist the urge to understand a character through another i am already familiar with

Me? I'm A Gojo Snob. A Pro At Gojoology. Half Of This Fandom Is Actually In Love With Kakashi From Naruto,
1 year ago
I Kinda Understand Why Toji Wanted To Off Him
I Kinda Understand Why Toji Wanted To Off Him

I kinda understand why toji wanted to off him

1 year ago
Gojo Giving Off Rich Boy Vibes

gojo giving off rich boy vibes

credit: artistdkt on twitter

1 year ago
I AM NOT OBSSESSED!! I'M DEFINITELY NORMAL ABOUT HIM!!
I AM NOT OBSSESSED!! I'M DEFINITELY NORMAL ABOUT HIM!!
I AM NOT OBSSESSED!! I'M DEFINITELY NORMAL ABOUT HIM!!

I AM NOT OBSSESSED!! I'M DEFINITELY NORMAL ABOUT HIM!!

1 year ago

a look inside the chats bf!sukuna ryōmen.

extra. i'm drafting stuff ( trust n believe pls ) but theyre nowhere near finished n i needed to post a little smth 😞 !!

A Look Inside The Chats Bf!sukuna Ryōmen.
A Look Inside The Chats Bf!sukuna Ryōmen.
A Look Inside The Chats Bf!sukuna Ryōmen.
A Look Inside The Chats Bf!sukuna Ryōmen.
A Look Inside The Chats Bf!sukuna Ryōmen.
A Look Inside The Chats Bf!sukuna Ryōmen.
1 year ago
Insp. By That Cherry Maho Meme

insp. by that cherry maho meme

1 year ago

Hurt/No Comfort fanfic for JJK is ridiculous if I wanted that then I’d just watch the anime

1 year ago

Can you imagine walking down the street, seeing a homeless Toji, and giving him a few dollars. As you walk away you hear him say "Damn Ma, you're thicker than a bowl of oatmeal"

1 year ago

“You Want to Adopt Me?”

“You Want To Adopt Me?”
“You Want To Adopt Me?”

♡ — SUMMARY: You & GOJO decide to adopt Yuji & Megumi.

♡ — A/N: This is a continuation of my dad!gojo au, but reading the other parts isn’t necessary.

♡ — WC: 2k

“You Want To Adopt Me?”

Four hours had passed since the glorious moment in which Yuji discovered that his beloved teacher had a wife and daughter.

And, after having dinner with all of you that evening, he never wanted to leave.

Walking home that night — all alone, with no family around who would care whether or not he was safe — was one of the most difficult things he had to do. It made curse fighting seem like child’s play.

It was so utterly painful; he fought to hold back a tear as he walked down the sidewalk, staring at his shoes, which he could only see thanks to the dim streetlights.

Truth be told, he hated himself for getting so emotional over this.

Most, if not all of his friends were just as lonely as he was. Most of them didn’t sit at a dinner table and gobble down a nice warm meal with a loving family.

Most of them didn’t have a mother to hug them, or a father to cheer them up. And, if their parents were still around, they were probably distant and unloving.

Even so, it didn’t change the fact that having a family was, perhaps, the one thing Yuji truly wanted.

He just wanted to be loved.

The ache in his heart was so incredibly strong. The pain shot throughout his chest, through his veins, and down to his fingertips.

“Why am I so emotional? I can’t cry over this,” Yuji thought. “This isn’t something worth crying over.”

An unwavering lump in his throat formed from his attempts at holding back a cry.

That was when his footsteps came to a halt.

What was the point in rushing back to his lonely, isolating room at the school?

No one was waiting for him. He could go anywhere he wanted, and no one would truly miss him.

People would look for him, but mainly because of their obligation as sorcerers to track down Sukuna’s vessel. Nothing more.

Some people would actually prefer it if Yuji did disappear. And a few people were honest enough to tell him that to his face.

As he stood there, in the dark, alone on the sidewalk on such a cold night, he couldn’t help but wonder if his friends would secretly be happy if he did somehow vanish into thin air.

Maybe loneliness was destined for him. Maybe everyone would feel safer if he didn’t return to the school. Maybe-

“Hey, Yuji!”

Gojo’s voice startled the young boy, who instantly turned around to see his teacher approaching him, his hands in his pockets. “You didn’t make it too far — good.”

“Is everything okay?” Yuji asked.

Gojo could hear the sadness in his voice, but he decided not to comment on it. After all, he knew exactly why his student was upset. He didn’t have to be a genius to figure it out.

“Yeah, listen,” Gojo paused, “it’s pretty cold and dark out here. Why don’t you come back to my house and stay the night? We can both head back to the school in the morning.”

For a moment, Yuji felt a spark of happiness, but that spark quickly fizzled out.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Yuji frowned. “I’m a vessel. I’m dangerous. Having me sleep in the same house as your wife and kid would be-”

“Would be fine,” Gojo interrupted. “Nothing bad is going to happen, Yuji. Me and Y/N both know that you’re a vessel, and we want you to come anyway.”

Yuji didn’t respond. Nor did he move an inch. Gojo spoke once again.

“She wants to make you pancakes in the morning,” he said in a tempting tone. “Homemade too. The kind that has the crispy edges, but are very soft and fluffy at the same time? We have syrup and butter — orange juice as well. Or do you prefer apple juice? We have both, either way. Not to mention, the bed in our guest bedroom is bigger and way more comfortable than the one at the school-“

“Okay!” Yuji suddenly smiled happily, and it was a real, genuine grin.

He quickly rushed past Gojo, making his way back to your warm, cozy home eagerly.

Seven months later, Yuji visited your home as often as he could. Sometimes, Megumi would tag along with him, as the dark-haired boy secretly craved a connection with a loving family too, even if he’d never admit it.

On this particular day, Megumi was lying on the couch, covered in blankets as he watched a movie about two princesses going on some sort of adventure.

Megumi was injured during his last mission, and thanks to the chilly weather, he was also catching a bit of a cold as well. You insisted upon taking care of him, but your daughter insisted that making him watch Barbie movies all afternoon would make him feel better.

As the two of them watched the movie together, you were in the kitchen, standing over your wooden cutting board as you chopped up carrots, onions, and celery.

Yuji hovered over the sink, washing the dishes.

“I want you to have some soup as well, Yuji. You could catch a cold any day now.”

“Yes ma’am,” Yuji said, scrubbing a plate as he smiled softly. “I really appreciate it.”

Suddenly, the front door opened, and Gojo walked in, shouting casually, “I’m home, everyone!”

Quick, soft footsteps could be heard pattering against the floor as your daughter ran up to Gojo, holding her arms out.

“Daddy! You’re home!” She giggled as he lifted her.

“I’ve missed my little muffin so much,” tickling her, he said, “did you have a good day? I think my little girl has grown a couple of inches since I last saw her this morning! Did she grow? Hm?”

The sound of your daughter’s laughter made Gojo smile brightly.

As he held her, he walked into the living room and ruffled Megumi’s hair.

“Cut it out,” the teenager frowned.

“Good to see you too,” Gojo paused, pressing the back of his hand against Megumi’s forehead. “You’ve cooled down a little since this morning, that’s good. I’ll give you some more medicine later on, okay?”

“Okay,” Megumi mumbled.

Gojo slowly put his daughter down. “I’m gonna go say hi to Mom, okay? Keep an eye on Megumi for me.”

“Okay!” Your daughter happily replied. “I can keep an eye on Meg-mi!”

When Gojo made his way into the kitchen, ruffling Yuji’s hair as the boy walked passed him on his way to join Megumi and your daughter in the living room, you instantly stopped chopping your vegetables.

You wrapped your arms around your husband’s neck.

“Hi baby,” he greeted, kissing your lips softly. “I missed you.”

“Missed you too,” with a smile, you looked into his eyes. “Did you have a good day? Kill any curses?”

“I had a great day. Didn’t kill any curses, though. I was just stuck in a bunch of meetings with the higher-ups,” Gojo said softly, his face only inches from yours, his hands on your hips. “What’s on your mind? You have that look in your eyes.”

“Well,” you paused. “I know they’re teenagers, and they’re very strong and independent, but . . . I can’t help but feel protective over those boys. I love them both like they’re my own. Last week, Yuji accidentally called me mom. He was just so excited when he saw the new clothes I got him for winter, and it slipped out. And it just made me think that, well . . . Maybe he should be able to call me mom. Both he and Megumi. I wanna adopt them.”

Gojo was silent for a moment, which made you frown a bit in worry. Suddenly, he kissed your pouty lips. It was a soft, passionate kiss — one that told you just how much he loved you.

“I think that’s a great idea,” he mumbled against your lips once he pulled away.

“I just think that those boys deserve a place to call home, and that school certainly isn’t it, especially when the people who run it don’t care about their lives at all. It’s just horrible.” Your frown deepened. “And we have more than enough room here, too. We can keep them safe and happy.”

“Let’s go tell them.”

Yuji, Megumi, and your daughter were all sitting in the living room, enjoying each other’s company.

The sight of it only confirmed that you and Gojo were making the right decision.

“Hey, we need to talk to you three,” Gojo said.

Megumi grabbed the remote, switching off the television as he struggled to sit upright.

“What’s going on?” Yuji asked, sitting on the floor as your daughter sat down beside him.

“Well, we noticed that you and Megumi have been spending a lot of time here recently.”

Gojo’s words sent an all too familiar heartache through Yuji’s chest. He frowned sadly.

“They’re about to tell me to go away,” Yuji thought. “I knew this wouldn’t last.”

“Me and Gojo decided that it would be best for-”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to explain. I get it. I can leave.” Yuji suddenly cut you off, trying his best to hide his pain behind a smile. Slowly, he started to get up, and your daughter grabbed ahold of his pants leg, looking up at him sadly. “I’m sorry if I was a bother. Thanks for everything.”

“Woah, Yuji, where are you going?” You called out, watching the teenager head for the front door.

“Yuji, stop,” Gojo stood up from his seat.

Yuji, who was almost out of the living room, instantly stopped walking. But he didn’t turn back around.

Quiet sniffles could be heard. No matter how hard he fought, or how much he had been through, he wasn’t strong enough to hold back his tears.

The pain of feeling unwanted was simply too great.

He tried to wipe his tears away quickly and silence his little sobs, as he didn’t want to make you and Gojo feel guilty for not wanting a dangerous vessel like him around.

Slowly, Gojo approached his crying student. “Yuji, you have it all wrong. We don’t want you to go anywhere.”

Yuji didn’t respond.

Gojo placed a comforting hand on the crying boy’s head.

“Me and Y/N are going to adopt you,” Gojo smiled. “Looks like you’re my son now.”

“We wanna adopt you too, Megumi,” you said, smiling at the stunned teenager. “We want you to be our son too.”

“I don’t get it — why?” Megumi asked rather sadly. The pain of being unwanted.

“Because we love and care about both of you, so why not?” You said.

“You guys . . . You want to adopt me?” Yuji turned around, his wide, glassy eyes shiny with utter shock. “This isn’t some sort of prank, is it?”

“Of course not,” Gojo grinned at Yuji, before turning his attention towards his daughter, who was starting to tear up when she saw that Yuji was about to leave. “You’re going to have two new brothers, muffin!”

Your daughter smiled brightly, standing up and she ran over to the couch, throwing her arms across Megumi to hug him. Then, she ran up to Yuji with open arms, and he bent down and hugged his future little sister.

“This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” Yuji said, flickering his eyes between you and Gojo. “Thank you. Thank you so much. I promise that I’ll be the greatest son ever!”

Megumi, who stared at his lap as he tried to process everything, suddenly spoke up.

“Thank you for everything,” he mumbled. “I really . . . Thank you.”

“Let’s have a group hug!” Yuji happily suggested.

“Great idea,” Gojo added on just as excitedly. “Everyone pile on top of Megumi since he can’t come to us.”

“Wait, wait, wait-“

Megumi’s new family instantly rushed over to the couch, hugging him and giving him more love than he could handle.

Truthfully, he had no idea how to begin processing this level of happiness, but he looked forward to learning what joy was like.

When Yuji cried this time, he didn’t bother stopping the tears. The warm and silly embrace was healing his soul in ways he didn’t know were possible.

His dream had come true — everything he ever wanted.

Yuji sighed in contentment as the hugging continued, a tear rolling down his cheek.

“Finally,” he said with relief.

He finally had a family.

“You Want To Adopt Me?”
1 year ago

All the clans are clearly mentally ill, that’s the trade off to being hereditary aristocracy clinging to antiquated power, you get the brain demons. The cursed techniques come with curses. But whereas the Kamo keep their embarrassments locked down tight (curse wombs secured, possessed old patriarchs symbolically folded back into the family tree, illegitimate children assimilated) and the Zen’in have the sort of of simmering rot-in-the-walls, sprawling gothic horror disease that only rears its head once every few generations, I think the Gojo have been having public breakdowns since the Meiji era. It would go a long way to explaining why everyone reacts the way they do to Satoru, and why his family is so invisible in the narrative. Oh, a Gojo having manic episodes, saying unsettling things, making vague grandiose threats, and exhibiting eccentric behavior? A likely thing for him to do.

1 year ago

LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOO

“Pretty boy”

Inumaki Toge x reader

Fluff

Warnings: slight cursing

"You just don't understand Maki!"

You dramatically entered your room, putting your belongings on the floor and tossing yourself on the bed as she rested her weapon against the wall, crossing her arms and raising a suspicious brow at you.

You stared up at your dismal ceiling. Letting out a long sigh.

"He's just so pretty."

She observed you curiously as you thrashed around your bed.

"Maybe if you finally talked to him rather than hoping he'll magically become a mind reader-"

You tossed a pillow at her which she easily caught.

"I don't want him to become a mind reader, I just want him to like me and tell me!"

"But without him knowing you like him first? Yeah, because expecting him to make the first move is always the best thing to do.”

she adjusted her glasses and tossed the pillow back to you which you roughly caught and placed back.

You leaned against the wall and pulled your legs up to yourself, resting your chin on your knees.

"You don't get it, if I confess and he doesn't like me, I lose him."

"You're not going to 'lose him' from a confession. It takes more than that to scare him away sadly. We're all stuck together after all."

"Exactly!" You sat upright.

Maki rolled her eyes as you rambled.

"He'll get sick of me, having to see my face in class every day, every mission, all the time."

"You're so dramatic."

You pulled your phone, zooming in on a picture you snuck of him during training. He was looking off, his long eyelashes and smooth locks gracing his face like a goddamn angel.

"Its not fair!"

You set your phone aside so you could slam your face into your pillows and let out a muffled scream.

"Why can someone be so damn pretty? It shouldn’t be allowed!”

You huffed as you recalled his smooth skin and sharp features. Soft hair and gentle smiles.

You put your hands on your face and rolled over to your side facing the wall on your bed.

“You’re obsessed with him.. get a grip.”

Maki rolled her eyes placing a sassy hand on her hip with an annoyed expression.

“You wouldn’t get it. You’ve never had boy problems.”

Her jaw ticked.

“Id hardly call it boy problems if it’s just you sitting in bed thinking about him.”

You threw a pillow again, which she threw back again.

You caught the pillow and pulled it into yourself, hugging it tightly.

“You don’t gotta say it like that!”

You sat upright and whined.

“I just wanna hold his face and kiss it!”

You roughly imitated the motions of what you were saying and made a dramatic kissy face.

“And he kept smiling at me all day, with those big stupid pretty eyes! It’s like he knows what he’s doing.”

“Yeah you don’t sound creepy at allll.”

She said sarcastically.

“It’s not creepy! It’s honest. It’s not like it’s my fault he’s got those stupid pretty lashes and that stupid silky hair and that stupid smooth skin!!”

“If you’re just gonna talk about Inumaki then I’m leaving.”

She turned around and began making paces out the door before you yelled at her to come back.

“Okay sorry!”

“Thank you.”

She made her way through your room and sat in your chair legs crossed facing the bed. You two sat in silence as she began pulling out her books and setting them on your desk to begin your nightly ritual of studying next to eachother. But she abruptly stopped her movements when you let out a long and hearty sigh, making her let a sigh of her own.

“Do you just want me to talk to him?”

“No! Thats 100 times worse.”

“Then get it over with yourself so he can at least reject you and you can move on already.”

“It’s different with him!”

“You’re absolutely delusional. We’re not in elementary school anymore, we communicate our issues like adults.”

You hated to admit that she was right. At this rate with your feelings, you would either drive yourself mad not knowing If he felt the same or if he didn’t. But Is it really better to be rejected than to never know at all? You silently weighed your options.

Maki opened a pencil case and pulled out a ballpoint pen, clicking the end as she started to write. The rhythmic sounds of it began to lull you into a daydream as you fantasized about him again.

Closing your eyes and succumbing to your own fantasies maki took it upon herself to take action. Because as much as she valued you as a friend, if she had to what about your fanatical little crush one more time- she’d lose it.

A few minutes had passed as you remained unmoving.

“Y/n?”

She whispered.

Asleep.

She chuckled to herself as she carefully grabbed your phone Off the bed typed in your passcode, opening up recent messages.

>Toge Inumaki 🩵

>Nobara Kugisaki

>Gojo-Sensei

She cringed to herself as she clicked on Inumakis name and the heart.

Y/n: Hey Inumaki, sorry to bother you. Are you free to hang out soon?

Maki set down the phone content with her text. Not expecting the phone to ding seconds later.

Inumaki: Hang out?

Y/n: Yeah, is that okay?”

Inumaki: ofc it’s okay lol I just don’t know you wanted to hang out with me

Y/n: well ofc! I really like being with you.

She watched as the three dots popped up, anticipating his response.

Inumaki: As long as you’re sure you wanna. Just us?

Maki cringed as her fingers hit the keypad and typed the response.

Y/n: Yeah. I wanna be alone with you :) If you’re okay with that.

Maki looked up from the screen to check that you were still asleep, confident you were since you were even drooling a little- she went back to work.

Inumaki: sounds good, what about the movies tonight?

Tonight?? Maki bit her nail as she looked back from the phone to you back to the phone.

Y/n: sounds great! Text me the deets and I’ll be there.

She got up and tapped your shoulder until you stirred awake.

“Hey! Wake up.”

You pushed her hand away as your eyes slowly rose. Maki shoved your phone in your face.

“I got you a date.”

1 year ago

need.

THINGS GOJO SATORU SAYS IN BED

THINGS GOJO SATORU SAYS IN BED

“hey—no teasing. take it all. ngh .. fuck me..”

“you cryin?”

“lay back, and let me do all the work. i just want you to sit there and look pretty.”

“try to keep your legs up, i know it’s hard. but try for me beautiful.”

“want me to help you?”

“get it wet .. just like that. you know i like it sloppy.”

“just wait baby .. fuck—give me a damn minute.”

“does it hurt when i fuck you like this? hm? why are you squeezing me so tight then?

“tell me you love it .. fuck, you’re so dirty.”

“arch it baby .. there you go angel.”

“nuh-uh, open those pretty legs.”

“don’t make me cuff your hands, bet you’d like that huh?”

“you’re weak here .. right?”

“keep your eyes on me.”

“you look so fucking beautiful .. such a little slut for me when i eat that pretty cunt out .. i should do it more often. y’so soft for me now.”

“you can do it pretty .. you can take it—shit!”

“want me to spank that pussy? lay back then,”

“give me one more. please, just one more baby.”

“one’s enough for you? think that pussy’s begging for another.”

“don’t be embarrassed .. i love it when you squirt for me.”

“you want it so bad? beg.”

1 year ago

CRIED. SHITTED TEARS. MY POOR BABY SUGURU. LOVE SATORU THOUGH <3

A baby? — gojo satoru

A Baby? — Gojo Satoru

Gojo Satoru x wife!reader

Request: Gojo’s wife tells him she’s pregnant for the first time.

tags: husband!gojo, pure fluff, some crack??? brief mention of smut.

note: Gojo was never mentioned to be the heir, however, he is in this au. Also, this is my 1st time using self-insert; I hope you like it!

Gojo’s masterlist main masterlist

A Baby? — Gojo Satoru

"What if it's positive?"

"Then you will have a baby."

"And what if it's negative?" you asked, a hint of nervousness in your voice.

Shoko sighed, "Then, you won't have a baby," she responded, pulling out another cigarette.

You hummed in reply, still seated on the toilet, your gaze fixed on the pink pregnancy test in your hand.

"However, I'm sure it will be positive," she added. "You and that idiot have been putting in so much effort for a baby."

"W-We are not," you stammered, face turning red.

Shoko raised an eyebrow as she lit her cigarette, "Everyone heard you. You and Gojo have been breeding like dogs everywhere—the school dorms, the classes, the toilets, and even on missions."

"Hey! We didn't fuck in class!"

"Yet," Shoko replied.

Your eyes widened as you looked at your bestfriend before bursting into laughter, "It's just... Satoru has been rather excited since our wedding day."

"You mean he's excited about not having to use condoms anymore," Shoko chuckled, but her humor met your silence. She gazed at you, noticing your face downturned, a smile disappearing as you stared at the test.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing," you replied, trying to hide your uneasiness with a small smile. However, she wasn't convinced.

"It takes a few minutes; looking at it will only make you more nervous," she said, snatching the stick from your hand and putting it on the counter. "Now, tell me what's bothering you."

You sighed, "I'm scared it will be another negative test and disappoint them."

"Who?" she asked.

You looked up at her, "The clan's elders."

"Continue."

"Merely a month after the wedding, they began forcing me to be examined every time we visited, to confirm if I'm pregnant or not. It's been five months now, and there's been no success. They are growing frustrated. I've seen them, Shoko, casting disappointed glances and whispering behind my back, questioning whether I'm fulfilling my duty..." You struggled to hold back tears, hands trembling as you clutched your head, breathing heavily. The ordeal extended beyond mere tests. They were relentless in their pursuit, dragging you to doctors who pried into the most intimate details of your body and marital life, questioning your fertility as though it were a commodity to be measured and assessed.

"Hey, take deep breaths," Shoko said, throwing the cigarette, and kneeling in front of you.

You followed her advice, gradually calming down.

"Is Satoru aware?"

"No," you replied, shaking your head. "I didn't want him to be at odds with his family."

"You are doing wrong by not telling him. His family arranged your marriage at a very young age and now expects both of you to give them heirs immediately."

"But it's my duty to the clan, I owe—"

"You owe them nothing," Shoko said, cutting you off.

A surge of frustration fueled your response, "You don't understand, they raised me!" you snapped, the words escaping before you realized what you had done. "I'm sorry!" you said, looking down at your lap. "I don't know what to do."

"Do you want your child to be raised like you were?" she asked.

As you were about to reply, she turned and looked at the pregnancy test, "The results are showing, however, I won't give you the test until you answer. Do you want your child to live the same childhood you experienced?"

You looked into her eyes, memories flooding your mind. You realized you never had a single choice for yourself—your clothes, food, education, training, even the way you spoke and walked. Everything was meticulously chosen, molding you into the perfect wife for their heir. If your child were to be a precious girl, she would likely face the harsh label of disappointment, forced to endure the same struggles as you did, destined to be pawned off to another clan. On the other hand, if it were a son, he would likely grow to be just another puppet in their hands.

"No," you shock your head, "I don't want that for my child. I want them to have choices, to be free."

Shoko nodded, handing you the pregnancy test, "Then let this be the first step in taking control of your own life and your child's future. Your child deserves better, and so do you."

You took the pink stick, and there they were — two lines.

A Baby? — Gojo Satoru

Turning restlessly in bed, sleep avoided you. Thoughts of tomorrow loomed on your mind—being forced to go to the clan's compound, enduring their judgmental looks.

Your hand instinctively went to your flat belly, feeling vulnerable. You didn't want your unborn child around them—It was your child, not theirs. You were the one nurturing and growing it. All you wanted was to protect it, to shield it from anyone who wants to claim your baby.

You felt two strong hands encircling your waist from behind as Satoru pulled you against his chest. Nuzzling his face into your hair, he inhaled the sweet scent of roses, leaving a trail of kisses from your shoulder up to your neck.

"Why aren't you asleep?" he murmured.

You froze as his hand gently rested on your belly, questioning if he was aware of your pregnancy. Two weeks had passed since you found out, and you hesitated to tell him. Fear gripped you at the thought that once he knows, the clan will know. However, time was running out, and soon the child's heart would form, he would sense it.

You swallowed hard, replying hesitantly, "Nothing."

Satoru hummed softly; he knew something was off. Gently, he took you by the waist and turned you to face him.

Even though you were now looking at each other, you kept your face nestled against his chest.

"Tell me what's bothering you, doll," he asked.

"I told you it's nothing," you whined, snuggling closer to his chest.

He didn't fully believe you, but he remained silent, knowing that you would eventually open up. Pulling you even closer, he allowed you to rest your head against his chest, his fingers tracing your back smoothly.

"I'm pregnant."

His eyes widened as the words left your mouth. "Pregnant," he whispered, the realization sinking in—the love of his life was pregnant with his child.

Suddenly, he heard sniffles. He looked down, seeing tears streaming down your face.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong?" he asked.

You cried harder upon his words. Having no choice, he pulled himself up and brought you to his lap, cradling you against his chest.

"You are not happy," you said, between hiccups.

Satoru started to panic, "No, I swear I'm not... I'm just surprised."

"You have been fucking me raw for months, why are you surprised?" You glared at him.

He chuckled, "Well, It's your cunt clutching around me every time I try to pull out, doll."

A small smile played on your face, "Shoko said that too," you pouted.

Satoru laughed, wiping the tears from your face and kissing your cheeks, "Well, she's right."

You looked into his eyes, surprised at the unusual calmness. It was a stark contrast to the childish behavior of your husband, "Are you truly happy?" you asked, nervously biting your inner cheek.

"I am," he replied with a genuine smile, his eyes gently lowering to your belly. "Can I?"

You smiled and nodded, taking his hand and placing it on your flat belly. Giggles escaped both of you as your eyes met. You yelped in surprise as he gently pushed you down onto the pillows, kissing your belly affectionately before placing his head against it.

"Hello, little one," he whispered. "This is your papa."

A genuine smile graced your face as you lovingly caressed his hair. However, the reality began to sink in at that moment—your husband had found out, and with that, so would his clan.

You swallowed hard, "Would you be disappointed if it's a girl?" you asked, tears gathering again.

"Why would I?" he replied in confusion, looking up at you.

"Because... because your grandfather wants an heir. A male heir."

"Then that old man can create his heir by himself," he said. "Whatever the child is, I will love it the same.”

"But the clan..."

"Fuck the clan."

"This is not a game," you said, panic rising within you. "It's a child, a human being, and we are barely eighteen. Heck, we haven't even finished school yet."

Satoru kept his gaze fixed on your face for a moment then gasped, "We screwed up."

"We did," you said. "Do you regret it?"

"Never," he replied.

Both of you laid in silence for a while, gazing at the ceiling, your hands clutching.

"I don't want them to raise our child," you confessed, finally voicing the haunting fear. "I don't want them near our baby."

Satoru’s mind flashed with memories of childhood. He knew he wouldn't have kept his sanity if it weren't for you—his sweet wife—by his side since youth. He was the miracle, the strongest, the possessor of both limitless and six eyes, yet never seen as a child. His deepest desire was to live a normal childhood—to play freely in the park with his parents, to be tucked into bed and kissed goodnight by them instead of servants, to play with other kids without being feared.

"We will leave," he said, turning his gaze back to you.

"Huh?" you questioned in confusion.

He pulled you closer, his hand caressing your cheek, "We will leave the clan and never turn back."

"But we can't—"

"Yes, we can. We are the strongest; they would never manage to stop us," he said. "I want our children to have a normal childhood, and they will have it. Please say yes."

You looked into his eyes, searching for hesitation, but found none. With a nod, you agreed, "We will leave. But," you paused, a smile showing on your face, "I want a cat and a house."

Satoru chuckled, "Anything you want. What else?"

"I want a small house with a big garden so our child can play, and a porch for Shoko to smoke in it."

Satoru hummed, his hand returning to your belly, caressing it gently.

"Two rooms. No, three! One for us, one for the baby, and one for Shoko."

"What about Suguru?"

"He can sleep on the sofa," you sneered.

"You cheeky thing," Satoru said, towering over you and placing kisses all over your face. He then looked into your eyes and leaned his forehead against yours, "I will get you the moon if you ask me."

You smiled warmly at him and asked, "Do you think we will be good parents?"

"I will be the best father," he declared loudly.

You rolled your eyes, "You don't even know how to change diapers."

He winced at your words, followed by an awkward chuckle, "Suguru can change them." 

A Baby? — Gojo Satoru
1 year ago

I don't think I've commented on this until now, but I have a feeling that Gojo has been trying to talk to Megumi since the beginning.

I Don't Think I've Commented On This Until Now, But I Have A Feeling That Gojo Has Been Trying To Talk

When he got out of the prison realm the first thing Gojo did was go after Kenjaku and Sukuna (though I'm wondering how he knew their whereabouts, but that doesn't matter), and as soon as he saw them, Gojo said something like "You've changed a lot, MEGUMI." Are you getting my point?

I Don't Think I've Commented On This Until Now, But I Have A Feeling That Gojo Has Been Trying To Talk
I Don't Think I've Commented On This Until Now, But I Have A Feeling That Gojo Has Been Trying To Talk

The outfit similar to Toji's, the way he said Megumi looked like her father (something he must have said at some point in Megumi's life), the way he throws references to past chapters… It all seems be a way to connect with Megumi without Sukuna noticing. A way of showing that he is there to save him, that he knows that Megumi is still alive and is fighting for him.

I Don't Think I've Commented On This Until Now, But I Have A Feeling That Gojo Has Been Trying To Talk

Gojo cares for Megumi, if not as a son, then as a student. Just think of how tempted he was to kill his superiors when Yuji, a boy he barely knew, died. In jujutsu Kaisen 0 Gojo said that youth cannot be stolen from youth (something like that, I looked in my language dubbing). He wouldn't leave Megumi for dead, and as good as the memes were, GG wouldn't have put Gojo in Toji's outfit simply because he's cute.

I Don't Think I've Commented On This Until Now, But I Have A Feeling That Gojo Has Been Trying To Talk

If there was ever a moment that Megumi felt something, it was here… This koala hug took even the king of curses by surprise LMAO

1 year ago
Has This Been Done Yet

Has this been done yet

1 year ago

Satoru’s eyes literally any other time in the anime:

Satoru’s Eyes Literally Any Other Time In The Anime:
Satoru’s Eyes Literally Any Other Time In The Anime:
Satoru’s Eyes Literally Any Other Time In The Anime:

bright, shiny, controlled

Satoru’s eyes the moment Suguru was leaving:

Satoru’s Eyes Literally Any Other Time In The Anime:

dark, dull, panicked

1 year ago
I Think Of This Panel Everyday Of My Life.

I think of this panel everyday of my life.

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