My Glorious Blue-eyed King It's Fine, Plot Moment Or Not. You Are My Human And I Will Never Find Another

I go on and on about how Gege just missed the mark, but this proves that Satoru was worth it because he is loved.

Satoru Gojo has made it out of the grave.

In another life, he sits under the sun in the evenings and lazes for the hell of it, not for a ten minute break from the chaos. He enjoys the silence, unlittered by curses and fighting and white burning static. He smiles now and then, when he wants to and never to prove himself to be okay when he isn't.

In another life, there are still dark days. And when the nights are cold and memories of friends never forgotten become haunting, he is free to cry. He finds comfort in his peers, never judgement, and lets himself be sad until the sun rises and his slate is once again clean.

In another life, Satoru Gojo doesn’t have to learn to love his name and the weight it holds. He learns to love his body, his scars, his memories both good and bad. He learns that it’s okay to love, and its okay to fear loss- he learns how to share his meal time with others and accept compliments with one in return rather than a faux over-confidence.

In another life he finds a soulmate. You’re kind and strong and not with him for his name or glory. He doesn’t have to worry himself over protecting you because in another life there is nothing out to get him. You have loving sex each night and can’t keep your hands off each other the morning after either. He learns your body like it’s his own and treats it with the reverence that so many have given the Gojo name—though without the gory weight of responsibility.

Maybe, in another life, he has kids. Probably girls, but maybe a boy or two as well. He isn't a perfect dad, never will be, but he's one that stays and loves and leads by example, not by empty threat and misplaced anger and the expectation of power and greatness. He teaches his daughters what love a man should show his spouse through his affections towards to you. Teaches his son how to love himself before trying to lean on another for love. He raises a family, not a clan.

In another life, he buys a house with a garden. He commits to watching his garden grow, tends to the weeds when they become unruly after he's put it off a little too long. He stays in one place, doesn't feel an urge to move around and stay on edge. He builds a shed and turns it into his space: teaches his kids a secret knock to let him know they're in trouble with you for abandoning their chores and want to hide from the gentle wrath of your loving discipline.

In another life, Suguru comes to visit every weekend. He’s Uncle Suguru to his kids and they sit on the porch and talk over a drink as the sun sets. He doesn’t have to worry about his friend because they speak rather than act. Satoru isn’t so focused on himself. Suguru isn’t so reluctant to ask for help.

In another life, he enjoys the quiet of domesticity. He’s not facing death each day—not shaping students up to kill and exorcise. He eats good, and lots, and thanks you for every meal by doing the dishes wrong and growing confused when you take over yourself to do it right.

In another life, he keeps photo albums. They're off in some box in the attic he has to strain his back to find, and they're worn out and dusty and some of the faces he used to see every day are seen for the first time in years when he pulls them out to show the grandkids. They show interest in his stories, albeit half-feigned and more interested in giggling at how cute his friends were back in the day. He laughs along with them.

In another life, he’s old and gray and still makes the effort to dance with you in the living room to the old music he loves. He kisses you goodnight before bed and good morning when you wake him for breakfast. You go on date nights, because he’s never too busy fighting curses to be with his one love. He feels like a teenager in love every day, even well into his senior years.

In another life, all is well: he lays down in his grave with a smile, having lived a hard life, but one worth reliving over and over and over again. He does first, because he couldn’t bear to lose you, and he dies happy.

But thats in another life—one where he wasn’t doomed from the day he was born. Maybe his next life, if he’s so lucky.

OMG I JUST GOT MY FIRST MUTUAL EEEEEEEE

Gojo and Nanami

One recurring theme through JJK is how in-universe most people think Gojo is disrespectful, annoying, and an overgrown child essentially. Even if we don't factor in the higher-ups the people around him (Nanami, Utahime) still reflect this. This is very interesting because in-universe Geto is revered before his fall from grace. He was more outwardly polite, respectful, even though many argue he had always had the mindset of being superior, he just took on a different responsibility with it. While I don't agree with that I can definitely see how Geto plays his cards right to not be as 'insufferable' as Gojo while portraying similar behaviour. Now let's look at Nanami, he's a disciplined logical man who adheres firmly to rules, but also ethics and morals. He protects the youth, he can't even bring himself to blame Geto for the choices he later on made because he first-hand understands how horrible jujutsu society is. Why did he go corporate, but it's the same thing there, braindead workers who are simply cogs for people 'above them' to abuse. Who does this impact the most? Gojo. He was a one-man army, he taught, he fought, he barely slept, yet he chose to wake up and do it every single day over and over again. Gojo could've ideally single-handedly handled all curses, ah but he's just a man (human) can't be everything everywhere all at once even if he was the strongest or a god (he's not). Nanami saw how his friend wasn't strong enough to survive in the jujutsu world, hell in the end he wasn't either, so what did he do? He took that out on Gojo. Never respecting the man who's always showing an interest or spending time around Nanami (ruffling his hair, calling him, trusting him). Yet in Nanami's mind, Haibara would be alive if Gojo went on that mission instead. Nanami would be alive if Gojo hadn't been sealed. Nobody would die if Gojo did it all. He knows that isn't right to expect out of someone, hell he doesn't understand why someone who could choose to do anything they wanted and have everything they simply look at, does something as vile as jujutsu. But of course, he's an adrenaline-junkie. We all read about billionaires being sociopaths, only being stimulated by these horrid things, Gojo must be that too.

He fought the king of curses because he likes fighting. He watched everyone around him die and did 'nothing' because he doesn't care. He's a teacher for the shits and giggles, he rescues students from execution and gives them childhoods because he hopes they're strong someday. Fuck Gojo could bleed and he'd marvel at the colour contrast, if he cries he'd bottle the tears to sell, if he dies he berates his entire life when he gave you everything. Was that not what 236 was? Then the subsequent arts showing him putting care and affection towards Geto while being annoyed by Gojo. It's one to be annoyed by him, but if you think he's a god you'd respect him. If you think he's morally reprehensible you'd hate him. But to make a martyr out of a live person, to view a living being through a lens to make them superior and expecting them to uphold that, you only do that when you're ignorant and dumb. Nanami is none of those things, to explore the disgusting thoughts and mindsets he showed toward Gojo as time went on due to his frustration at his comrades falling would've been beautiful. Instead, we have character assassination and everyone standing for it.

How would Shoko feel as her longest friend lay in pieces in front of her and she can't bring herself to cry because she doesn't even remember the last time they had a real conversation. She thought about how she should've handled Geto's body a year after the fact, but she just went and let someone vandalise Gojo's?

Fuck you're telling me that the airport had everyone in high school clothing but for what? Was it because it was the first and last time he was a human? And the worst part is this is one of the many unexplored things in JJK, it's so frustrating. I have so many more points about this too, Sukuna and Gojo, Gojo's relationship with his students, the little fun trivia bits about him. And that's just Gojo, other characters also have so fucking much that just, god man. It's like a self-fulfilling prophecy.

After work with Gojo Satoru

cw: satoru gojo x female!reader, consensual-somnophilia, edging, fingering, oral (f and m receiving), p in v, doggy style/face down ass up, just some rough love makin' honestly

W.C: 1.9k

MDNI

Satoru gets home late, as usual. He's got little to no will to do anything regardless of his infinite energy, sometimes he wonders what his limit would be without RCT. He doesn't dwell on it too much, a glass of water, a shower, and a new pair of clothes later he's in front of you.

Satoru can't help himself from stopping to just admire you, you're glowing with a thin sheen of sweat on you and he's positive you're fucking perfect. There's nothing he needs more when he comes home from a long day of dealing with sick old fucks than to see you all sweetly splayed out for him laying in bed soundly asleep, wearing his shirt. He thought he was burnt-out, guess you always surprise him huh? Fuck if he can't help himself from stuffing you full right there. Buuttt, he's a gentleman, which is why he's gonna prep you first.

"Need ya t'a be all nice and wet f'me first." He mumbles before kneeling in front of you, lightly tracing the outer edges of his shirt before he slips his hands under your thighs to pull you right where he wants you.

He notices you stirring, debating about waking you up. But when he spreads your thighs, he sees it. You're wearing no panties, your heat seeping past and staining your inner thighs.

"Oh. Ohhh baby, miss me that much huh? I'mma make up for all that lost time love, promise." He whispers, more to himself or your pussy than you.

Satoru wastes no time diving right in. He starts borderline making out with your cunt. It has you whining and bucking in your sleep, not that he cared, because your hole was rewarding him with globs of sickly sweet nectar, just coating his lips. He might just cum from this, he starts humping the bed as he eats you out, flicking his nose on your clit and thrusting his tongue into your pulsing pussy. He's just about gone when he feels your hand reach for his hair and pulll.

Satoru glances up at you with dilated eyes and heaving breaths, almost like he's the one getting eaten out. In your half-delirious and definitely sleepy stupor you don't even understand what you did, but you see little drops of you dripping down his chin to his shirt like condensation and you can't help but moan.

You all but leap into him for a kiss, but he holds you back, "Sorry babe, I uh, I've got some prior commitments."

Satoru pins his weight on you, physically restraining you, then he goes back in, this time straight to your clit. He wraps his lips around your nub, looking straight at you before he sucks. You almost scream, locking your legs around his head and tugging at his hair. Eyes instantly screwed shut in pleasure.

"Look at me." Satoru says, but you know him well enough to know it was more of an order. You glance down at him, his eyes almost glowing in the dark. He maintains eye contact as he spits straight into your core, watching it wink around his saliva.

You can't help but whimper as he starts pushing his spit in with his middle finger, playing you like an instrument. Your brain's riddled with pleasure, making your body comply exactly how he wants, making all your thoughts scream Satoru, making you drool as you look at him.

"Aww love, don't worry I'll take care of ya." He snickers, you barely register it because in the next second, his finger is buried to the hilt inside of you. And instead of moving, he just stays there, inside your cunt.

"S'toru please, baby please."

"Wat'cha want darling? Y'know 'm a kind man, you just gotta ask."

"Wan', want more, no need y'to"

"Need me to what? Hit this spot?" Satoru curves his finger, accurately ramming your g-spot. And once he starts? Oh he doesn't relent. Mercilessly ramming it until you just about cum. Which he takes as his cue to stop all movement and sheath his finger into you.

You sit up, "Huh, no Satoru I was gonna cum why'd you stop?" you can't help your body from the wreaking sob. Mind so foggy that there's only one thing on it, and this fucker right here took it from you.

"Now now, if it was g'nna be this easy it's not fair darling. I just worked my ass off, how 'bout you work a 'lil for this orgasm huh? Satoru tsks, smirking like a little bitch.

You're grumbling, hands balled in anger while your tears of frustration hang right on your lashes.

"You're crying so pretty f'me huh?" Satoru glances down at you as he says this, taking in the sight of your glistening pussy lips, practically speaking to him.

You roll your eyes at him, shifting on wobbly knees 'til you're in front of him and his arrogant face.

"What do you want?"

He strokes his chin, feigning thought. "Hmm, while I would appreciate food, I think I had my fill right there." And he even has the audacity to wink down at you while licking the remnants of your juices of his lips.

Then he glances down at yours, and it's like a lightbulb went off in his head with how bright he's grinning. "Yours look a little chapped there though darling, think they could use some gloss?"

You'd laugh at this in any other situation, but with the ache between your legs growing and the wet spot in his sweats, all you care about is giving Satoru what he needs.

With slightly shaky hands you pull down both his sweats and boxers in one go, having no patience for teasing. His cock springs up and practically bounces against his chest, leaving a small dribble of pre along the way.

There's quite a few titles Satoru holds, 'The Strongest', 'The Hottest' (self-proclaimed), 'Yours', but his cock? They share those titles. The light blush dusting his cheek, which in due time will go to his ears and neck adorning the tip of his cock in the very same colour. The little jerks it does, mimicking his breathing pattern. You could see his pulse quicken with how he begins to flush more, all the way down to the very tip. Your memory could rival a photograph's accuracy on this, because one thing you do not play about? How pretty Satoru and his cock are.

You're broken out of your fantasy with Satoru's giggle, "If I didn't know any better I'd guess you have a crush on me~" he manages to squeak out through another fit of giggles.

You can't help the quirk of your lips, amusement in your eyes when you decide to use this to catch him off-guard. While Satoru is still going on like some child, you envelope his head into your mouth.

His eyes scrunch up as he grabs your hair, holding you at bay before making you sink deeper. Your head bobs along as you suck him further, tonguing at the vein on the underside of his dick that has him groaning like such a slut.

"Yeahh thaaaat's it. Missed this, missed you, shit I love-fuck!" You don't let him finish as he hits the back of your throat, cheeks hollowed out to put more pressure. You gently caress his balls as he starts slowly thrusting into you. Trying to gauge your limits.

He's outright moaning now, not bashfully, but proudly. Using your mouth like a toy. And when you tongue the underside of his head? He's gone, he tenses up and whimpers.

"Shit, I- fuck." He keeps babbling nonsense as he slowly eases out of you. You don't make it any easier, prodding at his slit, kissing up and down his shaft, you both were a match made in hell.

Once he's finally all out, he draaags his cock slowly across your cheeks. Painting your face in his rich and buttery pre, giving your lips the gloss and shine just like he promised. And you? You take it, sat there like a doll for him as you're both catching your breaths.

"Turn around, all 4's."

"What?"

"All 4's, now."

You scramble to get into position, your focus on one thing and one thing only. Satoru peels back the fabric sticking to you, then holding you still as he almost inspects you. He drags his eyes over your dripping slit, guaranteed to make a mess of the sheets. He spreads your folds apart and has a looong sniff.

"Satoru."

He just chuckles, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't as desperate as you, but he just can't help himself from playing with you a bit more.He sinks two fingers into you, watching the way you're hips jerk, as if asking him to hurry up. The second he's buried to the hilt you're finished.

"Please-" He twists his fingers to interrupt you, successfully shutting down your train of thought as it's occupied by his long fingers burning into your soft spots.

"Fuuck, please jus' shit please keep going" You beg him, repeating the same scene over again while looking at him with a dazed look in your glossy eyes.

Satoru coos at you with honeyed words, luring you further in. He makes such a slick mess out of you, the squelching wetness echoing in the silent room. And then suddenly, he sinks another finger, while using his thumb to draw messy circles on your clit. He's going so fast your hands collapse under you, leaving you writhing into the pillow.

"S'too much please wait jus'-"

"Nah. First it wasn't enough, now 's 'too much'? Make up your mind baby."

He has you seeing stars in no time, leaving your legs quivering because he just doesn't stop. Your poor pussy leaking and making a mess as you're forced to just lay there and take it. By the time you come down from your high, your thighs, Satoru's hand, and the sheets are soaked. While you're still reeling in oversensitivity, you feel Satoru line himself up with you, his tip leaving small pecks along your pussy lips.

"Nghh- S'sensitive, 'toru wait-"

"Come on baby, you can take it yeah? I know you're a good girl f'me ain'tcha?"

You wanna say no, you wanna cry and insist you can't take it, but instead you obediently arch your back and your pussy opens up invitingly for him. There's only one brain cell at use currently in your body, and it's located in your pussy.

Satoru hammers into you like a man possessed, you wouldn't be surprised if he was. He's hitting you everywhere, and he doesn't plan on stopping anytime soon.

"This is what I want. None of that curses bullshit, none of those clanhead bitches. Jus' my favourite girl and her cunt."

He can't stop himself, Satoru is notoriously bad with his words, and often his actions can't convey the depth of his feelings. But when he's fucking you? He's taking all that he has, feels, has ever been and will ever be and stuffing it so deep in you that your body understands. It understands his love, it understands his pain, and it understands him.

So no you won't blame Satoru when he wrings another orgasm out of you, leaving you shaking. You won't blame him when he stuffs you so full, reaching places you didn't even know existed and makes you walk with a limp. You won't blame him when he's rendered you useless and turned you into mush, because that's who Satoru is and how he loves.

And he knows you love him because you're ready to do it all over again in a heartbeat.

A.N: this man has possessed me like a vice and made me pump this out in two hours. I'm posting this on my fucking phone because my laptop is glitching, I'm hella mad. The things I do for you Satoru. Regardless, opinions, discussion, even criticism is appreciated, thank you.

the scariest realisation that has ever dawned on me since i understood the passage of time is the fact that if our lives were airing as a fictional show for some demographic to consume then that means there are fans of elon musk and donald trump out there, people who unironically write putin x reader fics, have full thesis on why kim jong-un is the way he is.

I DON'T KNOW HOW TO EXPLAIN IT BUT TAYLOR SWIFT'S ENDGAME WOULD BE SUGURU GETO. I THINK SHE'D ALSO GENUINELY FIX HIM. I HAVE A LOTTA OPINIONS ON ANYTHING, INCLUDING FICTIONAL CHARACTERS' TYPE, AND I WAS LISTENING TO MIDNIGHTS WHEN I REALISED THAT YES, THIS, THIS IS WHAT THEY NEED. SOMETHING ABOUT HIM QUELLING ALL HER INSECURITIES. SOMETHING ABOUT HER ACTUALLY LISTENING TO HIM AND VIEWING THE PERSON BEHIND HIS JOB AND ABILITIES AND THE PEOPLE HE SURROUNDS HIMSELF WITH. NOT TO MENTION THE CHANGE IN IDEOLOGIES THE TWO WILL HAVE WITH EACH OTHER, FOR THE BETTER. SO YEAH IN CONCLUSION, I REITERATE THE FACT THAT TAYLOR SWIFT COULD'VE PREVENTED ATTEMPTED GENOCIDE.

the mischaracterization of satoru gojo has plagued me so thoroughly that i'm happy to share his plight atp.

Do you ever think that Gojo is oversexualised by this fandom? His character literally represents loneliness. He craves attention, adoration. But people just find him straight annoying or childish or even egotistical. Deep inside he is just a traumatized person who doesn’t know how to express his feelings and puts on a smile for the world.

Idk, I just wanted to yap about it.

omegaverse

so a/b/o usually has an m/m audience, but it's based off of the biology of a f/m like mammal reproduction. now what if in a new word where it's mainly just betas, some people present during puberty. instead of male omegas having vaginas or cloacas or absurdly small penises, they're just guys who go through heat and are ig more submissive and shit. and instead of female alphas just ceasing to exist they could be your average woman just with 'alpha traits'.

i think this gives some really interesting opportunities to explore like maybe a male omega's precum practically makes sure that it sorta grips or suctions so that like it'll take in terms of heat. or hell a female alpha being able to idk physically enable her womb to be fucked while she's in a rut. we could finish off with an omega never being able to get off while they're in heat until they have an alpha and alphas fighting other alphas (like death matches) during their rut.

this gives us some more logical and fun ways to explore some lesser-focused on things like omega-omega relationships, alpha-alpha relationships, female alpha representation, male omega with a female alpha, and this fits into the whole secondary sex is unknown until you present thing. idk i haven't explained my thoughts well but idc because i'm sleepy.

OIKAWA TOORU IS TOM HOLLAND WHEN HE PERFORMED 'UMBRELLA' FOR THE LIP SYNC BATTLE. Lemme explain the vision; post!timeskip Oikawa with all that athleticism and muscle and dance skills he picked up in Brazil. Combined with his love for promo, absolute banger media training and stellar fucking charm + charisma.

This man would go extra, he'd be a diva and proud and do it all over again. Fuck ego and fragile masculinity, he'd damn well do the fucking WAP. So yes, the very fucking least he'd be doing is creating THE iconic moment in the lip sync battle or go down trying because this man (mine) comes to win.

Nah I need to speak to gege

It's not christmas eve, it ain't september end but i'm freaking out over this series. Like genuinely, as someone who didn't give it any thought then ended up using it as an escape.

Tell me why I thought nothing of Satoru till like 2023. And my little emotionally constipated brain tries to scientifically analyze this. I need to get my questions cleared, I'm genuinely going insane. Who decides to set up a canvas, get the acrylics, the references, and then breaks it all in half and leaves without a second thought. Gege.