2. for every hateful message a creator snaps + responds to, there are 10 more you don't see. responding to hate yourself always invites more, which is why it's best to ignore AND why it's so important to speak up when you see it happening to someone else. let's bully the bullies out of fandom first!
are you making this a thread? please make this a thread :puppy:
RAAAAAAAHHHHH
fine i guess i’ll be unbearably horny for a third day
Shōko grabs at his hair, shoves his face exactly where she wants it with her stiletto braced against his thigh. It’s tearing holes in his skin, but he sits there and takes it like a good little fucktoy, sticking out his tongue so she can ride it to her heart’s content. She isn’t gentle about it either. His nose bends and flexes with every pass of her clit, but Shōko just thinks he looks extra pretty like this. She’s always thought Gojō Satoru looks best with his mouth occupied, blue eyes burning up at her from below. She yanks on a fistful of white hair just to see them sparkle, just to see the tears spring to the corners as she fucks herself on his face, watching him steadily grow pink as he chokes on the taste of her. It’s a pretty, pretty sight. Almost too pretty. Biting back her moan, Shōko shoves him away in the moment before she shudders apart on his tongue, only to bring her hand down across his face. She hits him hard enough to send him reeling sideways, chair teetering on two legs before righting itself. It’s hard enough to summon blood to the surface, red and delicious over the apple of his cheek.
He didn’t do anything to deserve it, not really. It wasn’t his fault that she enjoyed the sight of him suffocating a little too much. She likes it though. And she knows that Gojō likes it, too. She can tell by the grin he’s sporting as he gasps off to the side, chin slick and shiny with her pleasure. The blood from his bitten tongue travels along the curve of his jaw and down the column of the throat, soaking into the ropes crossing over his sternum. Sometimes Shōko wonders what he gets out of it. She can’t even create the illusion of threat. He could easily put a stop to it if he wanted to; he could break free from his restraints merely by putting his mind to it. He doesn’t though. He never does. And selfishly, she’s glad for it. It makes her feel less weird about the fact that she gets off on this, on hurting him. If it isn’t a fetish for their pleasure, men usually get their panties in a bunch when a woman enjoys dishing out pain as much as she enjoys receiving it. Somehow, Shōko thinks it makes sense that the strongest of all men is okay with being slapped about. Gojō Satoru isn’t exactly the model feminist, but at least he’s all about equal opportunities when it comes to this.
currently the last post in the #satoshoko tag is someone's post about my own fic from two months ago 😭 therefore, in honour of my LRP and sharing the multishipper love, here's a wip where gojo is being *checks notes* a good little fucktoy for shoko. i swear it's softer than it seems 🔞 #jjk #satosho
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no coherent thoughts just lola bunny hearts gif #五夏
the alt text 😭
A polaroid of Geto Suguru lying naked on red silk sheets, covered in red roses. Writing on the polaroid says “thank you for the flowers”.
proof of delivery 💌🌹
happy second day of our white day event!
#SatoSuguSwitch
@satosugusato.bsky.social
:gojoferal: IM READY
Satoru would know that voice anywhere. He could pick it out among a thousand others, even if Suguru wasn’t shouting over the gasps of the crowd. Cursing over the gasps of the crowd, actually. It’s a break with etiquette that’s entirely out of character for Suguru. On any other occasion, Satoru might find it funny. Maybe they can laugh about it later; he’ll pull up the replay and watch Suguru turn tomato red at the sound of himself swearing like a sailor on live TV in front of the whole wide world. He isn’t the only one swearing. All around him, voices rise in outrage at what is the most egregious case of underscoring Satoru has ever seen at an Olympic halfpipe final. — After he crashes out of the pipe four weeks before the Winter Olympics, Satoru finds himself pushing the limits of his body like never before. If he wants to defend his title, he'll have to soar to yet greater heights — but will he fly or will he fall? From the summary of Back on Top by greaterglow on AO3.
Back on Top | greaterglow on ao3 🏂
If Satoru wants to defend his Olympic title, he'll have to soar to new heights, but will he fly or fall?
· #jjk #satosugu
· multi-chapter, rated E
· the ski fic sequel
· it's gojo vs sukuna: freestyle snowboarding edition
read: archiveofourown.org/works/80425971
what a nerd im in love with you
A WIP of a digital artwork of female Geto Suguru as a biathlete in the Winter Olympics. Her hair is tied in a high bubble ponytail and she's wearing a red skintight suit and a white headband with the Japan flag at the centre. Her tongue is sticking out between her lips as she prepares to shoot.
i can't write but here's a wip of biathlete suguru. i'm so winter olympics pilled right now. that condom shortage? yeah, she and snowboarder satoru are responsible. it's a fushiglow crossover or smth. idk i just think she's hot. pray i finish my olympics wips before it's over pls! #jjk #getosuguru
im gonna kiss her SO HARD
good luck to gojo satoru for the halfpipe final today 🥇
her bsky.app/profile/14th...
🥺
the nipple piercings,,,i might cry
S-ssve me Femguru
#五夏
‘Is this for you or for me?’ ‘Does it make a difference?’ Hooking his fingers under soft silk, Suguru slipped the robe past his shoulder. Following the curve of his collarbone down over the golden expanse of Suguru’s chest, Satoru watched the material spill over his skin like a waterfall before pooling below the swell of his pectoral muscle. Finally, Satoru’s gaze landed on the brown bud of Suguru’s nipple, already stiffening before his very eyes. ‘Now, let mommy take care of you.’ — Or, when Satoru throws a tantrum, Suguru decides to take care of him. From the summary of Colours of a Mother by greaterglow on AO3.
Colours of a Mother | greaterglow on ao3 🍼
When Satoru throws a tantrum, Suguru decides to take care of him.
· #jjk #satosugu
· 5.7k words, oneshot, rated E
· kinky kinky sex and a whole lot of love
· happy birthday @daddy-ebooks.bsky.social <3
read on ao3: archiveofourown.org/works/61583560
Girl drop the hair routine
Kenjaku in Geto's body holding onto a plate with a city immersed in chaos on it. There's a huge curse surrounding the buildings. He's connected to the city and its happenings by lines from the scar and cables down the sides of the plate into his sleeve.
playground
#呪術廻戦 #jujutsukaisen #jjk
𓆩🖤𓆪 satosugu biker au 𓆩🖤𓆪🏍
I think they'd be insufferable (lovingly)
..also this is soo self-indulgent if you know me irl you know I love this kind of fashion 🫶
#jjk #satosugu #jujutsukaisen
All the lights couldn't put out the dark
Running through my heart
OTT #getosuguru 🖤
archiveofourown.org/works/512081...
NOOOOOOOOOO THATS MY BABY THAT’S MY BOYYY
this is for me, i claim it. HAPPY NEW YEAR MY SOFT BEAR ♥️
