“𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩” ─a gojo satoru playlist (voiceovers warning🎧) ˚.*

✧˚｡「songs & timestamps」✧˚｡ 「𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?」 00:01 In for it - Tory Lanez, RL Grimes (Bowie Remix) 04:16 All I Need - Lloyd (snarlsun edit) 04:32 All I Need - Lloyd 08:12 XO - OZZIE 11:34 The Hills - The Weeknd (Yungfriz edits) 12:19 The Hills - The Weeknd 12:54 Where have you been x The Hills - Rihanna x The Weeknd (aPictures Production) 15:20 The Walls - Chase Atlantic 18:38 One More Night - Chris Grey 23:13 Always Been You - Chris Grey with Josh Makazo 25:25 Try Me - The Weeknd 28:59 Watching Me - Mellina Tey 31:15 Obsession - Mellina Tey 33:24 Cold Blooded - Chris Grey art credits and spotify link in the description. thank you s

i admittedly saw the word voiceovers n clicked.

s(creaming) the minute he says “you cryin?” LIKE YES MAN, I AM ON MY KNEES AND CRYING.

"you cryin'?" FOLDED. 😩

SMTHS WET, REAL WET. AND SMTH PURRIN, REAL LOUD.

POV: You're a sorcerer from an organisation called NRE on a trip to Shibuya to establish an international connection between NRE and Jujutsu sorcerers, but you're distracted in the process. Sorcerers have been here since we first built cities, since we could first think. Yet, they have took different names. Each culture has one; witch doctors, shamans, curanderos, priests, siddhas, völvas... The list goes on. The more depressive a society, the more serious these roles are. And the number is only increasing, on and on, as the world decays through blatant loneliness and negativity, a fertile breeding ground for curses. Therefore the number of sorcerers must increase too. And so should their strength. Your town's group of sorcerers is small, but part of a bigger national group called the CRE. A group that protects your country in a stealthy, orderly matter, with its own internal power struggles. Attending CRE meetings has become routine, especially since you're a promising young sorcerer. You're not the top of the group, but your potential is there; it just hasn't found the right time to manifest, despite being recognised. Recognised enough for them to hold today's meeting. You glance at the clock, old and grand, then the painting of the founder of CRE, the relic dustless despite being passed down for 17 generations. Your caretakers are inside the room, discussing with the Head of International Relations. You're grown more than enough to handle going abroad, so this feels excessive. Heck, it making you nervous for no reason. Click. The door opens, the Head looking at you with a polite coldness as he holds the door open for your parents. Did they finally find out you're the one who's been breaking the statues left and right during practise? ...Maybe they're onto your ass. Yet, you quickly dismissed the thought as you see your caretakers share a few pleasant farewells and handshakes of gratitude. A sigh escapes your lips, as you get ready to deal with the consequences of whatever you've done. And yet... nothing. The way home is casual, so is the next day as you pack your things, so is the following day when you're dropped off at the airport. You push the oddness of it to the side, knowing if it was important, they would've told you something. You trust them. As you meet with the rest of your group at the airport, travel pillow already prepped on your shoulders, a flutter of butterflies crosses your stomach. Tokyo. Neon lights, ancient buildings, depressed population.... Delicious curses to destroy. Hours later, you finally step foot on the Buddhist temple looking place locked away behind mountains, your group of sorcerers contrasting the Jujutsu High ones. See, CRE is trying to expand their aid, hence the Head of International Relations and this group trip. Since you are promising, you've been selected to be part of the first group from CRE to do a temporary contribution towards the Jujutsu sorcerers, especially with the surge of curse activity in Shibuya. Your group unpacks in the spare dorm rooms, and without any time to deal with the slight jetlag, you're split into groups and thrust into missions with other sorcerers. You find yourself in a group with people your age, their techniques vastly different compared to yours, and impressive. Your eyes linger on their actions, aiding them when needed, and yet, your thoughts are always disturbed by that nasty feeling of being watched. Curious and annoyed at whoever is disturbing your focus, you pick up a rock, let your fingers glide over its raggedness, then, with diabolical speed, you throw it in the direction of the sensation, the rock shooting like an arrow. The group you're with pauses, faces you, watching you in curiosity as you stare off at the place you threw the rock. In a blur, a figure appears in front of you, playfully clutching the rock you threw. Blindfolded, tall, lean, his pale hand slowly stroking his chin; a smirk of contempt tugs at the corners on his lips. He chuckles, "You NRE sorcerers are more amusing than I expected..." You narrow your eyes, blatantly scrutinizing him. He cocks his head to the side, amused at your silence. "What, I spoke your language? Or are you mute?" "Why are you following us?" You ask, not masking your suspicion. One of your friends tugs your sleeve, whispering who he is. Gojo Satoru. "Watch your tone," he says, his smirk only growing as his gaze traces you under his blindfold. Before you can reply, a rampage of curses scurry along the walls of the street, aiming for you. Ungloving your hand, you hold it out to the grotesque and approaching mass of curses. You draw in cursed energy, feeling its fresh weight in your veins, before directing it at the mass. Your group mates knowingly move out of the way, aware of your strength... and its untamed unpredictability. Seconds later, cold smoke arises from the leftover matter of the curses. Gojo whistles lowly, walking past you to inspect your work. Before you can question his recklessness, curses return again. You and your group get into fighting stances, ready to take them down. Yet, before you can even raise your hand, you feel a fuzzy sensation, and you're suddenly atop a building, Gojo standing in front of you. He can teleport... but why would he teleport you here? You glance around, frantically looking for your group, finally spotting them in a street nearby. "They can handle those by themselves. Fight me." You narrow your eyes in disbelief, wondering if you heard him correctly. You can't even properly muster your voice before he comes at you, so fast he's but a blur in your vision. Your body is launched to the sky rising high and high up. You try not to yelp as the wind rushes past you quickly, only to see Gojo teleport besides you as you begin to fall. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?" You shout, and he snickers. "You're strong... but I'm stronger. Fight me." You scrunch your face in irritation, before orienting yourself as you free fall, landing as swiftly as a cat. Within a millisecond of your feet touching the skyscraper's roof, you turn and direct a powerful attack at Gojo, only to see it not even touch him. Surprised, you direct a few more attacks at him, noticing his body remains unscathed. He stands there, hand in his pockets, smirking at your attempts. So this is the famous Gojo Satoru... A smirk, similar to his, graces your lips, earning you a chuckle from him. "I'll let you touch me... but you have to promise me a good fight." He says, stretching his arms. You chuckle dryly, surprised by his cockiness, eyes lingering on the outline of his toned body against the fabric of his clothes as he stretches. Cocky, sexy and potentially overpowered. You toss your jacket aside, preparing yourself, a pleased and devilish glint in your eyes. It's not everyday you get the chance to explore your ability without worrying about consequences to the other party. "I won't hold back." The two of you start, sprinting with an explosive start, the air whizzing past you like bullets. Each of your strikes is met with a block, each of his blocks followed by another of your attacks. The air around you crackles with the power oozing from both of you. Gojo smirks slyly, before sending you flying with a sneaky kick to your abdomen. The floor around where you land cracks under the vigour of the kick, dust rising like thick fog. Scoffing, you get up, dusting yourself as you look for your white haired opponent, ready to give him a taste of his medicine. Like a ghost, he walks through the dust, blindfold off. Cross off sexy, this man is celestial. Eyes that hold the universe in their gaze, an artic sapphire, wispy eyelashes the colour of snow... "You made me take my blindfold off..." He muses with a hidden tone of excitement. "I like you." There was clear contempt in the way he said his words, but it was in such a teasing, smug and stubbornly smooth you couldn't help but want to wipe that smirk of his face, aggressively... or in other ways. Without replying, you launch at him, resuming the fight. The walls of the empty street light momentarily with the flash of colour of energy blasts, windows shattering just with the wind your collisions cause. Your group had even finished exterminating the curses, and was now watching you go head to head with THE Gojo Satoru. And yet, the more you fought, the more you attacked him relentlessly, or defended from his heavy punches, or ignored how he'd take the chance to tease mid fight you by tugging your waist, he'd just look more entertained. And you couldn't deny this was the most fun you've had fighting in a while. Minutes later, you're panting, you're lying in rubble, panting. Despite the adrenaline coursing through you, it was clear both of you took a beating from each other. Yet, where you looked dishevelled and tired, he seemed untouched. His eyes lingered on your body, the areas where bruises are bound to form tingling in pain. That smirk, cocky and contemptuous, excited and interested, gracing his lips as he judges you. "We're not done. Get up..." he demands, before lowering down to where you lay, close enough his strands of hair tickle your cheek. Your breath hitches, the sound a soft gasp amongst your panting. He exhales, his breath warming the tips of your ear, then speaks with a murmur, soft, smooth, the sexy resonance that makes it implicitly sound like a growl. "... and take it like your last breath..." (icbb to finish cuz i wrote TOO MUCH but imagine y'all keep fighting, this dude beats u, like ofc what were u expecting, but when you're panting, tired, after having destroyed a few buildings in the process of fighting this rat, and you can imagine the rest. toodles ;p)

hi, im a wattpad author "Ah ah ah..you started this" He whispered playfully, not giving you any time to speak before his lips crashed into yours, stealing your first kiss Your heart raced as you froze for a moment, shocked..yet, pleasantly surprised You kissed him back, your hand sneaking under your pillow to grab your phone, taking a quick photo to remember this moment forever Emotions took over as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him deeper into the shared moment The fire crackled in your room, the only other sounds were the wind and the sounds of lips connecting over again over again "This is long overdue" He breathed, stealing your lips with hunger, his hand caressing your inner thigh, making you shudder "Mm..just what-" "Shh" He cut you off, trailing his kisses to your neck You couldn't help but feel nice, the feelings you hid away finally coming up again You didn't fight him, you've wanted this..for oh so long now, and clearly He did too He found a spot on your neck, biting down and sucking on your skin, though your help was cut off by his hand and a soft "Shh~ we wouldn't want to wake anyone, now would we?" "Fvck this seductive bastard " His lips covered the same spot he had just been at, gripping the flesh once more in his hold, his hand slipping under your waistband He waited for a moment, seeing if you'd fight this You simply nodded, allowing him to proceed He smiled against your neck, sliding his hand further down, sliding two fingers You tilted your head back, arching your back, letting out a low and hushed moan as he began to stretch you out, preparing you (i dont want to get banned for this so unfortunately it is removed here at least) He kept this up, a sadistic smile on his face as he removed his clothing, tossing to to the floor Removing his fingers, leaving you feeling a little empty, but this was only the start Your clothing was tossed to the floor too, the white fabric of his blindfold landed with the rest of this discarded clothing "ℑ 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔨 ℑ'𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔢 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥~" He whispered in your ear, hovering over you, pushing himself into your stretched ~ahem~ The room filled with hushed moans and panting throughout the early morning, skin hitting skin and names being called The world unaware as it slept xXxHaunted_LovexXX on wattpad, January Daydreams

//I was falling asleep while playing SDV BUT an idea hit me when I saw this notif & I hadn't written anything in a long time. (I also DO NOT watch jjk but... pretty niceu playlist) "What?" You stood there, baffled by his sudden proposal. The all-powerful knowing sorcerer wanted to spar with _you_? "You know I wouldn't last one second against you." Crossing your arms, you refused to fight with him even if it was just for fun. "Aww, but c'mon [name]! I'll buy you whatever afterwards." He winked, hoping that it would get your attention regardless. Instead, it was the opposite, backfiring on him— It was obvious he wanted to bribe you into accepting his beat down. You turned your head, "I'm not interested!" Satoru huffed, mimicking a child throwing a tantrum. "But [name]! Please?" He circled you childishly, constantly calling your name on repeat in hopes you would accept the spar if he annoyed you enough like he normally did with his students. This time you weren't falling for it. "No." You flatly said, refusing him again and again on repeat. "I'm too tired." You glowered at him, finding this eyesore a pain in the butt. "Go bother Nanami-san then." You would rather toss the troublemaker to someone else as the man gave you a constant headache and always a mess whenever you were on a mission with this overconfident arrogant man. Though, it couldn't be helped since he was practically overpowered. "Oh? Tired? Doing what? What were you doing that got you tired, huh?" Satoru raised a brow, curious to why his favorite person wasn't usually entertaining him as the normal routine. "Ermm, watching movies." You grumbled, admitting that you spent late night bingeing movies with Itadori last night. The white haired sorcerer tilted his head slightly, a tinge of annoyance welling up when his favorite person wasn't even thinking about him. Are you seriously going to think about another guy while he's standing right in front of you? "Ne, [name]. What if I take you to an amusement park?" He offered, bending down slightly to your eye level. "I'll take you this time since our last one was cut short." It was plain obvious that everyone knew he liked you but why the fuck were you so dense? Even a kid could tell that Satoru was all over you like a hound, he wouldn't let anyone mess with you despite him poking at you for fun. "What do you say, hm?" You stared at him, contemplating his offer. "Are you sure you won't just ditch me for some mission in the middle of it then?" You didn't trust that he would keep his word, but even then sometimes the man could be reliable. "Yes, yes, I swear." He ruffled your head, messing with your hair as much as possible as you kicked his shin. Of course, missing since you couldn't even touch him anyways. "Meanie." You glared at him, turning your back on him. "I seriously can't with you. I spent time taming my hair and you messed it all up!" Satoru snickered, "It's not like you could do anything about it, shorty. Ne, sometimes I forget you're so small [name]— I'm afraid I might even forget you're there!" You were angry, frustrated, and irritated as you couldn't even lift a single finger to hit him whether it was playful or not. "I'm not going with you! Go find someone else to bother!" You turned your back on him, leaving him alone on the streets as he continued to follow after you like a naughty child. "Eh? Are you mad already, [name]?" As if he wasn't the cause of your anger. His teasing was relentless, "Don't be so mad at me, [name]!" He grabbed your wrist, keeping you safe as some dude nearly collided with you which sent you spiraling. You glared up at him, cursing him silently due to how tall he was. Satoru had never been this close to you before, he could get lucky several times with a few physical touches and whatnot— but never this serious. His bright azure hues peering down at you, that arrogant smirk you wanted to wipe off his face for no reason, oozing confidence. His voice low, alluring, yet teasing. "C'mon, [name], you can take it. I know you can." Just take it like your last breath, darling. //meh i thought this oneshot was okay

You guys are down BAD bad...[*saves to playlist...*]

I LOVE THE VOICEOVERS OMG AND THE SONGS, ON MY KNEES RN 🙏🧎‍♀️‍➡️🛐

Usually these types of playlists aren't exactly what I'd listen to repeatedly, but this is an exception. As expected from a playlist from yaeuwb ♡♡

As someone who does not watch Jjk I love this playlist!! ^^

IM ON MY KNEES FOR THIS MAN LORDDDDDD

DAMN, THE THUMBNAIL, THE PLAYLIST, I FELT THE EARGASM!

STOPPPPP 20 SECONDS IN AND IM ALREADY SCREAMINGGHHSHDIWHWKWNE SO GOOD

At first I didn’t notice it was your video and thought “oh this is good..” and heard ‘edited by Yaeuwb’ and thought “OH this DEFINITELY Good good.” You never disappoint 😫😫💘

Im afraid you ate with this one as you always do 😭😔 (i love this)

pov- (this is long and contains really really suggestive contents, not pure smut but hints and adult talks and, well read and find out) ~Late night texting with your ex boyfriend~ I knew this was a bad idea. I knew that what I was about to do was probably the most stupidest thing I’ll ever do. But what could I say? I was born stupid. With a sigh, I sent him a ‘hi’ and nervously waited for his reply. You might be wondering who I am talking about, let me tell you. I’m talking about someone who’s even more gorgeous than the greek gods, with bright blue eyes, hair whiter than the snow, 6’3 feet tall figure with muscular and veiny arms, I’m talking about the one and only, Satoru Gojo. My ex-boyfriend. I don’t know why I texted him in the middle of the night, at 3 freaking am. Maybe I just missed his presence around me. It had been 3 months since we had ended things. The reason? That’s the story for another time. (Nobody cheated on anyone if that’s what you’re thinking) I nervously chewed on my bottom lips as I waited for his reply. I knew he was awake, he never sleeps. Even when we were together, he never did. Always said he simply stayed awake to protect me in the night. But now? I don’t know why he’s awake. Maybe protecting someone else. I winced at the thought and then few moments later, I jumped when I heard the notification ding from my phone. It was Gojo. He didn’t say much. Just a simple ‘hi’ back. I took a deep breath and texted him back. Me: Why are you up? Gojo: I can ask you the same thing too, y’know? Well true. Me: I couldn’t sleep. Gojo: Really? Maybe we should do something about that then. Me: Are you with someone? I didn’t know why I asked that. I was jealous, maybe? I didn’t know, but the thought of him being with someone else at this hour had my insides churn with jealousy and sadness. Gojo: No, why do you ask? Me: Just wanted to make sure I’m not disturbing you. Gojo: You know you can never disturb me, love. There it was. The thing he used to call me back when we were still together. I sighed and heard another message notification from him. Gojo: You said you can’t sleep. I have an idea. Me: Enlighten me. Gojo: Take off your shirt. I widened my eyes at his response. What? Why would he want me to take my shirt off? Me: What? Why? Gojo: Be a good girl and do what I say without questioning me. I could sense the demanding tone in his text. And I hated the fact that even if he wasn’t here with me, he still had so much control over me. So I do as he said and take off my shirt, now being completely bare from my upper body. Like who the hell wears a bra while sleeping? Me: …I did Gojo: Always so obedient. My sweet little princess. I blushed and clenched my thighs together. God what has this man done to me? He’s going to be death of me one day. Gojo: What happened princess? Cat got your tongue? He texted after I didn’t text him for several seconds. Me: No, I just didn’t expect you to reply to me that way. Gojo: What way, princess? I didn’t say anything out of ordinary. I could feel his smug smirk through the screen. He knew damn well what he was doing and how much control he had over me. Me: Shut up. Gojo: Now that’s not a nice way to talk to someone. Keep in mind that actions have consequences, princess. I smirked. Well if he wanted to tease around and play a game, then bring it on. Two can play this game. Me: What are you gonna do? Come over and knock this attitude out of me? Gojo: Don’t tempt me, princess. You might not be able to handle me if I did that. Me: You’re delusional. I’m a tough girl. Of course I know how to handle people like you. Gojo: Oh yeah? Lets see what that mouth of yours will say once I’m over there and fuck each of your bratty attitude out of you. I blushed again. Maybe I wanted him to come over and let him do whatever he wanted to do with me. Me: All your tongue does is ramble stupid things. You know you can never do that. Gojo: You’re playing with fire here, princess. Once I’m there, my tongue is gonna explain how much more it can do more than ‘just ramble’ things. Me: pfft as if. We both know you don’t have guts to actually do that. I teased. Gojo: You know what, I’m done talking around. And with that he went offline. I got worried, maybe I took it far and he got upset with my behaviour? Gosh will he want to talk to me again? I wore my shirt back and walked out my room, panicking and overthinking about everything. I never meant to make him upset, and I definitely didn’t want this to be our last conversation. After good ten minutes, I heard many knocks on my door. Huh? Who would be knocking at my door at nearly half past three in the morning? I went over to the door and opened the door and when I saw who it was, I let out a gasp, widening my eyes. I felt his hand on my neck, nearly choking me as he pushed me inside my house while entering, locking the door behind him. He slammed me into a wall and trapped me between him and the wall. I looked at him with my eyes still wide from shock as his bright blue eyes stared into my eyes, dark aura around them. He tightened his hold on my neck, now smirking at my reaction. “S-Satoru, wh-what are y-yo-“ I tried speaking but his hold on my neck made it nearly impossible to speak clearly. He chuckled again, darkly. “What happened, princess? Cat got your tongue again?” He smirked. Gosh how much good it felt to hear his sound again. I tried my best to subtly bring my thighs together but based on his expressions, I think he noticed me. He put his knee between my legs, parting them away from each other. He leaned down to whisper in my ears, “Not so fast, princess. You really thought I was going to let you get away just like that?” A shiver ran down my spine when his hot breath hit my neck. He slightly lightened his grip on my neck. “Now now, don’t be so quiet. Speak up, kitten.” God how much that new nickname turned me on. “Wh-what are you doing here?” I finally managed to say. He smirked in response and whispered, in a low and husky voice “you started a really dangerous game. Now I’m here to prove that I’m the real winner of that game and to claim you as mine once again. And by the time I’ll be done with you, all that your pathetic little brain would remember will be my name and only thoughts about me will be present in your little mind. I'm going to make you take it like your last breath.” He said before lifting me up and carrying me to my bedroom. And let’s just say, he did prove that he was the real winner and his predictions came true too.

THIS IS SO GOOD IM ON MY KNEES FOR THIS MAN

POV for the ones who want it (It may or may not relate to the playlist but enjoy): It was late at night, you just came back from work. Of course, yet again, Gojo wasn't in the house. He always works for almost 24/7 a day because of his job. As an officer. Usually he would be back home by 8 pm, but that wasn't the case today. What was even more weirder is the fact that he didn't pick your phone when you kept calling him. It was past 12 am and now you're genuinely worried for him. Just before you could dress up to pick him up, he slams open the door, you could immediately smell the alcohol on him, "Where were you?! Do you know how worried I was?!" Gojo just stared back at you, almost deadpan and darkly. It does scare you even after you got engaged together with him for a year now. He mumbled something under his breathe, something you weren't able to hear either, you just clicked your tongue and tried to hold him up at the door. But it happened so quickly, he slams the door with his foot and instantly threw you over his shoulder and it shocked you so much. You even try to wiggle away from his grip, his arm around your hip, "Satoru! Put me down this instant!" He takes you to your and his bedroom, throwing you onto the bed, slightly roughly. "What..?!" Before you could finish your sentence, he hops on the bed, hovering above you as you were caged under him. He gazes down at your lips, like he was asking for it without asking for it. Even you had noticed it too and leaned up to give him a short kiss, to which he was taken aback from. You pull away after a while, fluttering your eyes gently at him, and so did he. Gojo sighs and moves down to lay his head on your stomach, you chuckle softly, "I went... to the bar..." He finally muttered loud enough for you to hear, "Can I know why?" You ask him gently back as you start to stroke his hair softly, "To celebrate..." He mutters back to which you raised an brow, "Celebrate what...?" Gojo then takes his head away from your stomach as he takes his hand and points at your stomach. "For this..." He mutters softly, which made you chuckle softly. He's so cute when he's drunk. You thought to yourself, before patting the spot next to you, "I'm sleepy..." But Gojo looks down and hovers over you again, "Satoru..?" You call his name only for him to smirk at you, "Just cause you're just a month pregnant..." He leans close to your ear, letting out a warm breathe into your ear before speaking again, but much deeply, "Doesn't mean... I can't make love with you..." You could only gulp down, preparing for the worst... The end...? (I'll let all your imagination run wild from here on...)