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    "The tragic reality is," Gojo started, all fake distress as he draped himself over the table, hand to his head in a mock impression of distress. "Is that I'm not dateable, my dear friend. Just fuckable."

    Satoru had known this for years now, all his past 'friendships' turning out to be nothing more but ploys to get him into bed with at least a little bit of tact. It shouldn't hurt now, after all he knew what he was like. Selfish. Annoying. Ungrateful. A nuisance. But how could he stop when it was the only way to make people tolerate him, to form some sort of connection no matter how shallow it might be?

    Suguru, however, didn't care for all that. All he knew was that suddenly he couldn't go anywhere without a certain individual always one step behind him not matter how he turned down all his flirtatious offers. But as he learns more about the person behind the mask of Gojo Satoru, his feelings grow, but what can he do except stamp them out? After all... he can't turn into just one of yet another faceless individual who only values Satoru for what he can do and what he looks like.

    Or, "easy" Gojo has massive self esteem issues and craves connection more than anything while Suguru panics over his feelings

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  2. Rec 33

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    Satoru had never thought of love, had been told he should one day get married, continue the Gojo clan and their abilities, but that was it. Never love, love that was meant for others and the characters in the fairytales and legends he sometimes read as a child.

    Because love was never meant for someone like him, let alone comfort and the security he felt now, both him and Geto collapsed against together on the other’s bed.

    Maybe love wasn’t like in the stories, but in the way he lay beside Geto now, comfortable and at peace, surrounded by him with his head resting on his chest and Geto’s hand holding his shoulder, stroking lazily at it, the touch sending comfortable warmth through him. And maybe love was the dull yet all too addictive ache deep inside him, the knowledge that Geto would never be his, would never fall as Satoru had done for him.

    He couldn't say he regretted dragging Geto to the top with him.

     

    Or, the story of Satoru and Suguru through the years and of the memories which made them into the strongest of Jujutsu society.

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    20 Jul 2025

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    Satoru sags against Suguru and - to his very great embarrassment - sobs, even as he feels so, so satisfied.

    Because what the fuck?

    What the fuck, that’s what it’s supposed to feel like? That’s what he’s been missing all these years? No wonder people got upset when he left mid-way through a blow job. No fucking shit they’d been irritated that he’d blown them off.

    But no. That’s not it.

    Suguru hadn’t made him feel good because he was really good at sex; he’d made Satoru feel so good because he was Suguru, because he is all Satoru wants, all that he needs - and the weight of that finally settling in and hitting home is heavy.

    Satoru Gojo’s always had trouble connecting with other people; he’s never really felt that spark with anyone before, even as he’s desperately sought it out.

    But then Shoko suggests he looks at the connections he already has, and it all clicks.

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    15 Jul 2025

  4. Rec 21

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    AU —
    Satoru Gojo is the heir to the most powerful mafia family in Japan.
    Cocky, unhinged, a total brat— he hates every minute of it.
    Suguru Geto runs a (mostly) quiet little bar. He's hot, he’s got tattoos, secrets, and no time for bullshit.
    They absolutely hate each other.
    Until they don’t.
    It’s angsty. It’s filthy. It’s raw. So… It’s love, right?
    (AU. Enemies (or something) to lovers. Trauma, tenderness, and the slow, brutal ache of devotion.)
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    Suguru has tattoos. Satoru has no self-preservation. They fight, they fuck, they catch feelings, and everything catches fire.

    ⚠ Content Warning:
    This fic contains explicit sexual content, violence, and character death.
    Includes mentions (non-explicit) of sexual assault, and mentions/descriptions of domestic violence— including violence involving children.
    Please check tags before reading.
    Read responsibly. ⚠

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    08 Jun 2025

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    “We hear that His Excellency might be married by summer’s end,” the merchant’s wife says and Wei Wuxian freezes, his heart in his throat. “The Gusu Lan sect has been buying enough red silk and brocade that the merchants in Caiyi can’t satisfy the demand.”

    He feels himself grow brittle inside, like a flick of a finger to his temple might make him shatter. His ears are ringing.

    “Who’s the lucky bride?” he asks despite himself. His tongue sticks to the roof of his mouth.

    Or: The story of a marriage.

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