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mikareo · 3 months

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“ ࣭⸰ ★ THE MOON SAYS HELLO. . . ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀呪術廻船; geto suguru x fem reader ⠀ ꒰ . . part one of three ꒱ . . . word count; 3.6k

⊹ ⠀⠀despite his insistence on never falling in love, suguru fails to stop himself from becoming smitten with his best friend’s beloved. you’ve become a flicker of hope in his darkness— though you’re someone who can never and will never be his to have and to hold.

series contains; if gojo didn’t kill geto n geto was given a chance to redeem himself, redemption arc!geto, human caretaker!reader, kind of e2l but also not really, love triangle, gojo x reader, fluff, major angst, heartbreak, wedding at the end, swearing probably, geto refers to humans as monkeys per usual author's note; rewritten fic, will be 3 parts in total (i'm half done pls be patient w me im a slow writer...)

YEAR ONE, DAY ONE

His face is sore. So sore. It’s red, swollen, and sore after he’s spent the last three hours screaming in frustration with his current predicament. This is absurd, Satoru should’ve just killed him when he had the chance. Geto’s lost count of how many times his palms have slapped his own face; over and over again with wishes that he can wake up from this hellish nightmare the higher ups call ‘rehabilitation’— though he can somewhat still recall the first slap that he’d given himself around the half-hour mark. He’s got a pretty good memory…that doesn’t stop him from hoping his veins aren’t too noticeable as they angrily protrude from his forehead in crimson currents.

He’d rather be dead than imprisoned like this…like an animal…like one of those damn useless monkeys.

The intensity of his wails continue to bounce off of the barren walls— barren aside from the dark mark he’d punched in earlier— and echo like a party of lost ghouls in the bottom of an empty well. Geto feels like a mad man.

He’s only just begun his isolation and he’s already growing mad with boredom.

A huff escapes his lips as he plops himself down onto the twin-sized bed that’s nestled in the corner of his so-called ‘suite’. With linen sheets and a dark maroon comforter, it’s almost a cozy living situation; in another life, Geto could imagine himself cuddling beneath the covers with his favorite book and a soft record playing in the background for some ambience. That world is far far away now. Even if he asked for a record player, he doubts the higher ups would grant him one. He’s their most valuable prisoner, and they’re sure to keep him as miserable as possible until he’s one-hundred-percent pure hearted once more. However, despite their reluctance to grant him the things he wants, these aren’t the worst living arrangements he’s ever encountered and he knows that Gojo did his best to give him the best commodities he could to…well…a highly dangerous criminal.

This is the only path to forgiveness, he reminds himself, constantly trying to be optimistic about the utter absurdity of it all.

Optimism hasn’t been his specialty in a long time; anyone with a working pair of eyes would be able to deduce that, and he despises it. He’s quite rusty with the characteristic and has looked on the darker side for a while now— but wishes that he could be as reckless as he once was as a teenager. He can vividly remember how loud his laughter was with Gojo and Shoko, laughing as they chased each other throughout the school yard and using each other's cursed energy to their advantage in games of tag— but that would be near impossible now. His two best friends can barely look him in the eyes after the treason he’s committed. Gojo views him as a ticking time bomb and Shoko’s healed too many people to count that he’s harmed.

If he stepped one foot out of this room, he believes he’d be smothered on sight.

The Jujutsu Society fears Geto Suguru..

…and Geto Suguru fears himself.

In all fairness, he deserves everything that’s come to him. What he did was awful; mass murdering humans…trying to murder even more humans…harming innocent students…starting a war during the holiday season…the whole gist. There are obviously bad actions from the past that continue to haunt Geto to this day and will continue haunting him so long as he breathes— but that’s all it is now…the past. He wants redemption. He needs redemption. If Gojo managed to reach clarity within Geto’s awful decisions, then maybe he can too.

Geto wants to get better, to be better…not only for Gojo…but for himself.

This is exactly why he and his best friend has devised a plan, one that will hopefully help lead Geto on a better path— a five-year path that will only be completed if he truly wants it to, and a half a decade seems like quite a bit of time to most; but for Geto, he doesn’t know if it will be enough.

For Satoru…do it for Satoru…

He wraps his arms around himself in an attempt to comfort his heart that beats with fear every second of every day. It’s been so long since he’s been hugged by another, and he doubts he’ll ever feel that love and comfort from someone in his life. It’s the first time in a long time that he’s been alone with his thoughts with no one else to turn to; and if he’s being honest, there’s nothing in the entire world that scares him more than his own mind.

“Geto Suguru?”

He doesn’t recognize that voice.

The soft sound comes from seemingly nowhere, startling Geto with a slight jump. Whomever it is sounds frail and weak, obviously intimidated by whom they’re going to be in the presence of in mere minutes; and Geto already finds nothing but annoyance at his new companion. Of course they’re going to have prior judgment. He bets you already hate him for the rumors and stories. He doesn’t really have a choice whether or not you come in, though. Gojo insisted on a caretaker— someone to talk to so he doesn’t go insane by himself— and Geto will do anything to make his best friend happy. So, he stands up and dusts his pants off, making sure to look more presentable, and stalks towards the entryway. His hand meets the knob, yanking it open, and ready to meet the stranger on the other side.

Standing before him is you, a woman around his age. You can’t possibly be older than twenty-six, but perhaps you’re a few years younger. In your hands are various sweets and snacks that Gojo knows Geto loves, balancing on a silver tray that shines more light in the room than he’d care for. The reflections dazzle straight into his eyes, blinding him briefly with a scowl on his face. Of course Gojo would know to send you in with his favorites. He’s so predictable. His best friend is less surprising than he thinks, causing Geto to roll his eyes to the top of his head; though he appreciates the kind gesture. It’s far past dinner, though. Gojo must’ve struggled to convince the others to allow him a proper meal.

“Don’t just stand there, monkey.” Geto commands whilst gesturing to the small dining table in the center of his confined space. “Come inside.”

The instant you stepped into his presence, it was horribly noticeable that you have no cursed energy. Zero. Not a lick of it…and he struggles to hide the disgust with his body language. He can’t help but be annoyed that a monkey such as yourself is going to be in his company for the next five years.

With his distaste for you clear as day, he pulls out a chair for himself and disregards the kind option of pulling out yours prior; expectantly looking towards you with the expectation that you’re going to serve him his meal like a servant.

“Well, monkey…” he trails off disinterested, “I’m waiting.”

You hustle towards him, quickly and efficiently placing the special grade sorcerer’s meal on the placemat before him and taking the empty seat opposite. There’s a small breath you’re holding in, Geto can see it in your throat— it’s suffocating you with fear for your life as your fingers lightly tap the dark wood in a nervous fit.

You’re completely pathetic. As if a monkey would ever have the courage to speak to him. This is ridiculous.

His hands slam against the table with a loud bang. “What are you doing?” he questions, heavily interrogating you as you cower in your seat like a meak mouse. “Does Satoru expect you to monitor my meals?”

He really is nothing but a prisoner, isn’t he?

“What damage could I possibly do with this slob that’s been served to me by the scum of the earth? Start a food fight in the halls? Overthrow the Jujutsu world with a biscuit?” (If that is the case, in your defense, the biscuits are quite hard. There must be a new kitchen hand in training who based them.) This is a horrible day.

As Geto impatiently awaits your answer, a deep breath escapes your lips— perhaps a way to soothe your heartbeat into something less than a record-breaking speed— and you attempt to focus your stress and fear into a fleeting moment of zen. Your large eyes shut for a total of three seconds; one, two, three…before opening again. This time, as his own eyes make contact with yours, they’re shining with slightly more confidence than before as you swallow hard and settle your gaze on Geto— the look in your eyes evolving from that of anxiety to empathy.

“Actually,” your lips rise into a thin smile, “Gojo Satoru didn’t send me here, the higher ups did.”

Your eyes search Geto’s for any signs of discomfort or inner rage that could be boiling beneath the surface of his poker face. It appears that he’s grown even stronger at hiding his true emotions towards humans; however, you can see through the veil. Yes, it’s thick and difficult to brush past, but there’s a slight opening in the center that you peek inside— and what you can see in his heart is a man who simply wants to finally do what’s right.

“The higher ups are aware that Gojo Satoru has a soft spot for you— hell, everyone who knows your name is aware that when it comes to you, he has no reason. He has no right of mind. I’m only here to monitor and report your progress in an honest manner. That’s it. That’s all. I promise I won’t intrude on your life more than necessary.”

Shit.

“I’m sorry, Geto Suguru…but you’re stuck with me.”

It’s as if his left and right sides are arguing between themselves. His good conscience says that he should give you a chance, perhaps you could be different than the monstrous humans that attempted to kill his beloved Mimiko and Nanako; while his bad conscience tells him to let out one of his cursed spirits to devour you where you stand. Listening to his right side would definitely get him his best case scenario…a chance to see his girls again…but the left side would be so much more enjoyable. Oh well. At least the higher ups sent someone somewhat his age and not an ancient and decaying corpse like themselves. That’s a disgusting thought. He’d rather be hugged by a hundred humans than be forced to befriend a higher up. A shiver runs through Geto’s spine as a newfound appreciation for you is birthed within him.

“Do you have a name?” Geto taunts as he begins to pick at his meal, slightly disgusted with the stale quality of some of the snacks but nevertheless thankful that he at least has something to subside his aching hunger. “Or should I just call you ‘monkey’ as I do with the rest of your kind?”

That sound?

You’re laughing?

Your giggles are surprisingly pleasant to Geto’s ears as they harmonize into a song that he can imagine himself listening to each morning. Why did you find that funny? He was quite literally insulting your entire existence. Geto is dumbfounded by the strange humor you seem to have, considering that he was being entirely serious with his question. Humans are so strange. He’s never really been able to understand how your peoples’ minds work, but perhaps he could begin to learn the basics. It’s not like he has anything better to do, and some entertainment would be nice.

He’ll keep you around…it wouldn’t hurt and you can be his companion kind of like a pet.

Pets are cute…

…your smile is cute too.

You smile once more, answering his question with a blush on your face. “Please,” your cheeks redden, “Call me by my name, Suguru.”

YEAR ONE, DAY NINETY-FOUR

“You’re late.” Geto crosses his arms over his chest, exhaling a large breath of air in a loud and annoyed huff as he attempts to seem seriously angered by his new friend’s awful timing.

It’s nearly twenty minutes past the time that you were supposed to be here; emphasis on supposed. He’s been waiting with his eyes staring at the clock, watching it tick and tick as the time passed by with no you knocking on his door. That’s twenty whole minutes of time in which he was forced to entertain himself rather than listen to your rambles and rants about whatever the latest scandal is in the outside world. You love that pop culture gossip stuff that social media and magazines rave about, and in a weird way, you somewhat remind him of his daughters— personality-wise…not attraction wise…that would be weird.

Over the past few months, Geto’s grown severely accustomed to the daily routine that you’ve developed, becoming so fond of you that he strangely pictures your smile and recalls your laughter when you aren’t even here. Friendship is a funny thing. He doesn’t think he’s ever had a friend like yourself; yes, Satoru will always be his closest confidant…but his relationship with you is different in a way that he can’t quite put his finger on. He’s never considered anyone else the highlight of his every day like he does you. Your company is the kind of presence that he overwhelmingly enjoys; with such a positive and warm nature exuding comfort to Geto’s loneliness, and your judgment-free outlook on life rivaling his pessimism in a perfect mixture of negativity and optimism. He wishes he’d met you sooner, perhaps when he was a child— and if he had, maybe he wouldn’t have turned out the way he did.

It’s too bad you would’ve only been an awful human to him back then…he would’ve called you his infamous nickname without batting an eye…a monkey…

…a mere monkey whom he never ever thought he’d develop unwanted feelings for.

For his entire life, Geto always told himself not to fall in love. That love isn’t real. It isn’t obtainable, not when there are people like Satoru in the world— people that you can’t help but love— and then people like him; people who you can’t help but hate. With that being said, he’s never necessarily been looking forward to any potential love matches in his future.

…no matter who he was involved with…

…until he met you.

“Sorry about that, Suguru!” you hustle through the doorway, your appearance a tangled mess with dusty dirt particles littered with gravel.

There’s a large scratch on your right cheek, not deep or in danger of infection in any way, but noticeable enough that he’s able to see it from a distance. Knowing you, it’s most likely accidentally self-inflicted in some sort of way; you being notorious for tripping or snagging your skin on the sharp end of a table. How do you always manage to be so uncoordinated? Geto can’t help but let out a short laugh, his eyes scrolling up and down your body and taking in your entire appearance, dirt and all. You even manage to make dirt look good. What the fuck? He hates this.

Your voice carries on as you approach him. “I was running on time, but then I saw this adorable shop downtown and I just had to make a stop.” The overexaggerated tone you hold is amusing as your hands wave through the air in a physical storytelling of your experience. The skin of your cheeks is flushed red from your sprint through the city, looking beautiful in resemblance to that of a blooming rose.

Geto can feel his own face heating up at the sight of you, choosing to shrug nonchalantly in an attempt to seem as if he doesn’t care at all about your dilemma…

…as if he doesn’t care about every second of your everyday…

…as if your overall excitement isn’t the only thing that truly keeps him going nowadays.

“You tell me these things as if what you do outside of this room matters to me.” He hopes his words mask his rising blush. (Spoiler alert: They don’t.)

Flawlessly, you brush off Geto’s phony disinterest without the slightest acknowledgement. It’s as if the phrase had never even left his lips, with no evidence and proof of insult. This isn’t an uncommon occurrence when the topic of what you do when you’re not with him comes up in conversation, as the prisoner typically tries to ignore his interest in your daily shenanigans— and you can’t deny that it hurts. Most of the time, it feels as if Geto never actually listens to anything you say, and you were able to quickly realize that in the early weeks of your arrangement when the pain began to torment your heart; ripping and shredding it to bits with every eye roll and mocking scoff. You don’t seem to matter in Geto’s point of view. He doesn’t care…at least that’s what you believe.

In contrast to Geto, you’re an emotional spirit— you crave love.Love is all you’ve ever wanted, needed, and desired. In your time with him, you’ve developed inklings of feelings as well. However, you’ve chosen to let your feelings grow and blossom out of the dirtied patch of grass they were planted in— ignoring the warnings every single person in your life has given you in advance. Despite that, Geto continues to stomp on your budding flowers. He takes a heavy watering can, filled to the brim with hose water, and drowns your garden in the tears that you shed in the privacy of your bedroom. Those tears that are a never ending waterfall due to the fact that you know it isn’t your job to fall in love with your client. Your duty to Jujutsu Society is to help Geto learn to love humans and sorcerers as one in the same and to gain the trust of his community once more— not to love you.

“Okay, before you judge me, at least give me a chance to explain myself.” Stumbling towards Geto, you accidentally trip over your own feet in embarrassment, and proceed to hold out a single flower not yet in bloom. “It’s freshly cut. I saw a bouquet in the window and it caught my eye, because it reminded me of you; but I knew you’d hate a flashy bunch of them so I just bought the one.”

It reminded you of him?

Taking the gift into his own hands, Geto studies it intensely. The rose is a dark shade of red, crimson, or scarlet depending on your vocabulary. The petals are a brighter color while the plushness near the stem turns dark, more sinister as it approaches the thorns lining the sides. Just by looking at the rose, he can understand why it made you think of him. It’s gorgeous, but practically untouchable figuratively and literally. There’s only one angle that he can hold the stem at that doesn’t prick his fingers. Ouch. And he just did the very thing he was being so careful of avoiding.

All his life, he’s never been the kind of person who longed for gifts or compliments, but when coming from the right person…perhaps he is.

Whilst he struggles to come up with a reply— a simple ‘thank you’ or ‘i appreciate this’— you mentally applaud yourself as you’ve finally found a way to make him speechless…

…but your praise for yourself is short-lived.

He can’t be weak. Not even for you.“I guess it’s not terrible.” Geto throws the flower to the ground and lightly kicks it away with his right foot. As one of the beautiful petals drifts away from the lonely flower, he turns away, not being able to endure the heartbroken look on your face and the offended rose on the floor. Why does he have to be like this? “I’m sure that garbage is all a monkey like you can afford anyways.” Why is he so cruel?

His eyes clench shut as he hears the door begin to close. You’re so gentle even when upset. He admires that about you— you’re the calm to his ever-raging storm, the sailor to his tsunami, and the lifeboat to his wreckage— you’re the most pure-hearted person he knows, and you don’t deserve this awful anger he holds within him.

Is he…crying?

As tears begin to drip down his cheeks, Geto collapses against the wall with his knees buckling beneath him and his weight crumbling down to a pile of patheticness. He’s just a shell of a man undeserving of someone like you. Soft sobs escape his lips and silent cries fill the hollow room, absent of your joy, crying out until he notices the faint outline of the young rose beside him. With the flick of his hand, he snatches the flower off the ground and lifts the thorny plant with careful hands— finally and truly understanding your meaning behind the gift. This is how you see him? He’s dreadful and hurtful to others on the outside, prickling kind people away with his thorns…but when encouraged and supported, he has the potential to become something beautiful.

Someone that could one day be compared to the beauty that is of a blooming rose.

With the budding rose in his grasp, Geto sits alone. He realizes that he’s only able to become that person with the help of you. You’re the only person that has even come close to seeing him for who he truly is; aside from Satoru you’re the only person who would think of giving such a gift to the number one enemy of the Jujutsu world. You’re the only person who he’s ever come to feel true and honest romantic love towards.

Geto has to become better. Not only for himself and Satoru…but now, for you.

⋆⋆⋆⠀ ⠀thank you for reading! reblogs are greatly appreciated! ⋆⋆⋆⠀ ⠀i promise i'll post the next 2 parts soon pls be patient :3

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planetnini · 8 months

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PLEASE DON'T SAY YOU LOVE ME !

࿔･ﾟ*࿐ You kept catching glimpses of Suguru around even after his death. Thinking it may have been a trick on your mind, you brushed it off but when someone that looks and sounds exactly like him shows up at your apartment, you have no other choice but to take matters into your own hands... that is until you find out that he still might be in there.

pairing. geto suguru x gn!reader

tags. angst,, like seriously angst (this hurts so much please listen to me), the first half is a trick there is no happy ending, shibuya arc spoilers!!! (kenjaku is a bitch), violence/fighting (i get a bit descriptive sorry) and of course,,, major character death :)

word count. 2.8k

notes. this idea came to me one night and bambi encouraged me to write it so here it is. i hope no one kills me for this, i also can't believe this is my first official fic of jjk... anyways, get ready to (c)rumble, thank you! <333

“I thought I told you not to worry about me.” you said, phone tucked on your shoulder holding it to your ear as you took the grocery bag from the old lady giving a curt nod and smile. You moved the bags in one hand and pulled the phone out from your shoulder, pressing it against your ear.

“But then what else would I do?” Satoru whined, masking his concern with a playful question as you walked to the crossing, going to take the usual route home.

“Go bother someone else.” you teased.

Going for the dramatics you heard him gasp through the line, “You are so mean.” he replied and you don’t have to see him to know he is pouting.

You chuckled, stopping in your tracks as you glanced over the scenic route through the park contemplating to take the long way home. Your attention is suddenly turned to the children with their parents, chasing each other around.

Your heart stuttered.

The mere sight elicited thoughts about your future; the plans you had come up with; the dreams you’d wish to share with Suguru that were torn away from you. The burdens of the jujutsu world were too much to handle alone, and you just know that if you were just a bit more attentive, you could have saved him.

“You need to be reminded that you’re not the only special grade sometimes.” you said, glancing at the way the soft cerulean of the sky weaved with a beautiful light orange. The sunset reminding you of days when Suguru would take you out after missions together.

“Do you think you’re stronger than me?” he chimed, and you rolled your eyes at his comment. Satoru was always like this but you knew that his voice was laced with worry and concern.

“I’m going to hang up.” you threatened as your feet move against their own will, deciding to take the long way home today. The cherry blossoms danced along with the wind, falling beneath you on the concrete as you continued down the path.

It is quiet for a moment and you think Satoru has hung up on you in response to your comment but when you hear him sigh, you can’t help but do the same.

It has been a rough few years for everyone, especially for Shoko, Satoru, and yourself. Not only had you lost your best friend the first time but you also had to lose him another time.

“Are you still there?” he interrupted your thoughts.

“Yeah.. I’m still here.” you replied as you let out an exhale, kicking some pebbles along your path.

“Are you still seeing him around?” he questioned, words picked out carefully.

You sighed, “you make me sound insane.” you responded as you stood at the traffic light waiting for the cars to pass by. Your eyes moved to the blossom leaves falling atop your head and on your clothes.

“I never said you were insane Y/N.” he grumbled and you can’t control the way your whole body relaxes at his words. You knew Satoru cared for you deeply and you had always appreciated it even if you didn't really show it. He had always kept an eye out for you, even before Suguru’s death, and while he was a handful, you knew he always had good intentions. “It wasn’t easy to be there." he added.

You thought back to that day where Satoru insisted you stay back as he went to find Suguru but one look at you and he caved. You wanted to go to find newfound peace but seeing him in this state did nothing for your closure, it only made your heartache worse.

Seeing him smile at you like he did the first day you met had sent butterflies all throughout your body.

Everything about him- every minuscule detail about him- had been exactly as you had remembered. He still had the same sweet and playful look in his eyes. He still had the same goddamn smile. He was still the same person you fell in love with all those years ago so it hurt. You cried, wept, and tried to be strong as you thought about the moments shared with him and how cruel it was that this was where you ended up.

You leaned down, and kissed his cheek as tears adorned your cheeks. Holding his hand and with three tight squeezes- a sign of sorry that you established as your relationship blossomed- he closed his eyes, prepared for the worst as a tear rolled down his face, and then he took his last breath.

“Satoru…” you uttered, completely speechless as you tried to clear your head, “I wanted to be there.”

There was a pregnant pause.

“Do you think it’s possible?” he questioned, uncertainty laced in his voice.

“That what Satoru? That by some miracle he’s alive?” you replied immediately regretting it.

It wasn’t just you that had to grieve the loss of Geto Suguru, and as much as you wanted to just go about your day without thinking about it, guilt would eat away at your bones for not constantly thinking about him.

“i’m sorry.” he sighed and you felt your heart clench at his apology. Why should he be apologising? It was unfair that grief was making you behave this way and you knew that sooner or later you'd need to talk to someone about it.

“I’m the one who should be sorry. I just don’t think my mind will let me forget it...” you sighed as you continued to walk slowly to your apartment.

The line is quiet and you don’t know what else to say. You don’t expect Satoru to even reply to you.

“You don’t have to forget. You can just live with it.”

Shoko had once told you that 'grief was love with no place to go' and while you hadn’t really understood it then, you did now. It was a way to understand the emotional ruins of grief as a continuation of the love you once had, even if the object of that love is no longer a part of your life. In a sense, Satoru was also telling you the same thing. He acknowledged that moving on didn't mean erasing the past and staying stagnant in the moment, but recognised that you can continue living a meaningful life whilst also carrying the grief with you.

You thought you were losing your mind and that seeing Suguru everywhere was a curse but maybe it was the world's way of letting you know that he was finally at peace. As you walked up the pathway to your apartment in a comfortable silence, you thought about his and Shoko’s words.

Every single day you would return home to a place void of any remnant of Suguru. A place that is supposed to offer comfort now did the opposite but today felt different. Maybe it was a step towards another way of living and it wouldn’t be so hard to live with the grief.

“Where are you now?”

“Outside my door.” you spoke as you used a key to unlock the door.

“Okay. I’m glad you got home safe," he remarked, "I'll see you tomorrow?”

“See you then.”

“Stay safe.” he said and you know what he means.

“Love you too.”

You hung up the phone and took off your shoes before tossing everything onto the kitchen island and groaning as you stretched your back and neck. You turned to open the fridge, “Whoever you are, you have ten seconds to run before I kill you.”

You wouldn’t say you were the strongest, your abilities were nowhere to be compared to Satoru but everyone deserves a second chance, right? You let the entity decide its own fate. Don't say I didn't warn you...

“So... you’re the infamous Y/N.”

That voice…

Your feet were frozen in place and you could feel your own heart sink into the pit of your stomach. There were words stuck in your throat as the nauseous feeling crept up and threatened to spill from your lips. This can’t be right…

What felt like minutes passed by as you processed what, or rather who you just heard. The way your name rolled off their tongue was foreign. Was it really who you thought it was? Your mind must be going through it right now and although you know it’s not possible, you can’t help but hope it is who you think it is as you turned around.

“Suguru?” you uttered, eyes wide as the tears brimmed the edge of them as you stared at the man in front of you.

“Bingo!” he chuckled.

You begged yourself to snap out of it. This was clearly a sick and twisted transformation technique but your heart betrayed you, standing there and not making a run for it.

“You’re probably thinking this is some illusion but thanks to your friend, I was able to obtain this body without much trouble.” he smiled and you felt goose bumps crawling up your arm at the strange sight. Despite how much this man looked and sounded like Suguru, you knew this was not the case at all.

Your jaw clenched, “What the fuck did you do to him?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” he said, standing up from your sofa as he trudged towards you, “My cursed technique allows me to transplant my brain into anybody," he explained and you're heaving as you tried to keep your rage at surface level, "I have access to all of his memories, his skills, and whatnot."

You don't have it in yourself to attack just yet.

"He lived a long time without you in his life but somehow," he paused, "you take up almost every single memory.” he sounded frustrated and the tears threatening to escape your eyes do so- whether he was telling the truth or not, they still hurt you immensely.

“So why are you here?” you growled as your body allowed itself to move again and maintaining eye contact with him as you focused all your energy to charge your technique.

“You are a hindrance to my plans.”

His weakness.

You released your cursed technique at him immediately and launched him across the room and as you moved to the table to grab your phone. One of Suguru’s cursed spirits wrapped around your hands and restrained you and using your abilities, you managed to get away from it. You shot him a look as he tilted his head with a smile, “I gave you ten seconds to run but I have something else settled for you now” you snapped as you continued to use your technique to your advantage as you continued to fight him.

You would say that against Suguru, it had always been a close call of who would win in a fight but this time it felt difficult. Who was this guy?

You continued to attack the man, fighting back with all your might. He wasn’t actually Suguru, so you didn’t feel the need to hold back. He caught you off guard with a calculated move and knocked you to the floor. You saved yourself from further injury as you used your arm to break the fall, but you managed to hit your head on the furniture with your head in the process.

You winced pushing yourself off your elbow as the man walked towards you with his hands in front of you as he tried to force you up by the throat, “Suguru...” you managed to say before he could grab you.

Before you can even process it, there is a twitch of his hand that came up to his throat, choking himself as his fingers pressed down against the side of his throat, ultimately stopping himself from putting a hand on you.

Your eyes widened as your breath caught in your lungs. Was he still in there?

Kenjaku’s eyes widened, as his vessel- Suguru’s body- fought against him, and a laugh that used to be full of joy now sounded like nails on a chalkboard as it echoed through your apartment, “This is impressive!" he spoke, amused at the action.

By no means was Geto Suguru still alive, but protecting you had become muscle memory; it was an instinct that has embedded itself deep within his soul, one that Kenjaku would never truly be able to understand..

You are still on the floor, blood dripped down the side of your head as you moved up from your spot. Using your technique, you try and catch him off guard by putting all your strength into your next move, attacking him when he least expects it, “In all my years, I have never seen anything quite like this and it is all because of you.” he cackled.

“It sounds like somebody is scared.” you taunted, smirking at the imposter to try to size him up.

“Well, let me tell you this,” he cleared his throat, “When a part of the original host reacts, you know what that means?”

“What?” you seethed, jaws clenched as you waited for him to finish his sentence.

“He’s still in here.” he whispered, and t had caught you off guard.

You wanted to attack but instead your heart sabotaged your next move allowing Kenjaku to have the upper hand. You struggled to react as you felt the pain of something on your left side and suddenly, you are on the floor gasping for air and you can feel him hover over you.

He pinned you down to the floor and slammed you against it to stop you from struggling but you were already incapacitated so what was the point?

In terms of physical strength, Suguru would always win by a landslide and this is when you wished you had taken your training more seriously.

There was a visceral reaction that tears at Kenjaku as he has you in his hands which entertains him once again, “You have some nerve calling yourself a special grade sorcerer,” he sneered, “Are you holding back?”

You looked up at him and tried your absolute best to move but the pain is too much to handle. You clenched your jaw as your breathing became erratic, “You will find no peace, so long as you live.” you choked out.

He laughed and wrapped his hand around your neck tighter, his right hand reaching over to your hand- you don’t know what he expected from you now that you’re bleeding out. "You're hilarious," he rejoiced as his hand intertwined with yours, “So let me make this easier for you. Just think about him...” Kenjaku needed you to suffer so that he could shake Suguru’s will to its core, stripping anything left he had. You don’t know what you expected but then you felt a gentle squeeze.

One.

You forced your eyes open to look up at the man who squeezed your hand. It seemed that he was unaware at the action. This guy said he had all of Suguru’s memories so was he just doing this on purpose? Is this Geto Suguru or is this the imposter that is using his body?

“It is honestly so sweet just how much he loved you after all those years apart.” he chuckled.

Kenjaku continued to put pressure around your neck with one hand, feeling the exact opposite of what Suguru was probably going through- an intolerable, gut-wrenching pain, without exaggeration. He can’t do anything but squeeze his hand in yours again.

Two.

You can’t fight back, you have no will. Even if by some miracle, how could you possibly hurt the man in front of you? The man you once loved...

“Is that why you’re not fighting back? Do you love him too much to hurt him?”

Suguru’s soul pleaded.

He wondered why he couldn’t be strong right now for you and resist but it was no use. You could see a tear falling from his face now as the final fragment of his soul tried its best to push through.

Three.

You’re choking. You can't swallow. You can't breathe. You can only see the man you loved in blurry vision from the lack of oxygen and through tears. He was sorry...

“I… I.. forgive.. y-” you choked out, voice restricted as Kenjaku forced himself to push through with his execution, tightening his grip.The finality of it all settled deep within his soul as Kenjaku watched the life leave your eyes as you took your last breath.

A tear rolled down your cheek and your existence on the Earth came to an end.

Suguru was not really gone but he might as well have been. He will exist for a long time knowing that he was the one that killed you and that he couldn’t do anything to stop it either.

It was on that night for the first time that Kenjaku felt the overwhelming amount of agony from his vessel. His soul ached, cried, and wailed that night, longing to be with you but he couldn’t- that was just how things were meant to be for you two.

You hoped he knew that you forgave him and that you would love him endlessly but as for now, you would wait...

tags! @stsgluver

i made y/n a special grade user because they could easily take down suguru if they wanted but just didn't do it hahahahahah

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lev1hei1chou · 18 days

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Geto's Warning

Dad!Geto x reader Genre: Fluff Words: 545 Synopsis: Geto's daughter wants to marry uncle Gojo Gojo version Masterlist

The sun was setting, casting a warm glow through the windows of the Geto household. You lounged on the couch with your husband, Geto who was engrossed in a book. Suddenly, the peace was shattered by the energetic entrance of your daughter, Hana.

"Mom, Dad, guess what!" she exclaimed, her eyes alight with excitement.

You glanced up from your phone, while Geto marked his page, both curious about the source of her enthusiasm. You exchanged puzzled glances before Geto spoke up, raising an eyebrow, "Alright, spill it, Hana. What's this life-altering decision you've made at the tender age of six?"

With a gleeful grin and an unmatched enthusiasm, Hana declared, "I've decided I'm going to marry Uncle Gojo!"

You nearly choked on your own breath, and Geto's eyebrows shot up in surprise. After a moment of stunned silence, Suguru recovered first, his face displaying a mix of bewilderment and skepticism. He cleared his throat, trying to process her declaration.

"Uncle Gojo?" he repeated, his voice tinged with disbelief, "Why Uncle Gojo, of all people?"

Hana nodded vigorously, her determination unwavering, "Because he lets me do everything! He's the best and the coolest!"

You couldn't help but chuckle at her reasoning, but Geto remained skeptical. "Hana, marrying someone just because they let you do everything might not be the best foundation for a relationship. And sweetheart, marriage is a big decision."

He paused for a moment before continuing "Are you sure Uncle Gojo is the right choice?"

Hana crossed her tiny arms and nodded again, her conviction unshaken. "Yes, Dad! He's super fun! He lets me eat candy for dinner!"

Geto's expression softened, and he exchanged a knowing glance with you before turning back to Hana. "Well, Hana, marriage isn't just about fun. It's about finding someone who cares for you deeply and respects you."

"Uncle Gojo does care about me! He said I could be the president of the Gojo fan club! And he gave me a Hello Kitty bandaid when I fell at the park daddy" She retorted.

Your husband glanced at you, trying to hold back a smile. "Well, that's quite the selling point," he conceded, "But you should also be careful. Uncle Gojo is... a unique character."

Hana tilted her head, "What do you mean, Dad?"

Geto leaned in, his expression turning serious, "Sweetheart, Uncle Gojo might seem fun and carefree, but remember, always stay alert around weird people. And he's probably the weirdest of them all."

You burst into laughter, earning a disapproving look from Geto, who continued to warn Hana about the eccentricities of her chosen future uncle.

Hana tilted her head, intrigued. "What do you mean, Dad?"

Geto leaned in conspiratorially, his tone serious. "Well, sweetheart, Uncle Gojo is a bit... eccentric. You never know what he might do next."

You couldn't help but interject, trying to lighten the mood, "Remember that time he tried to juggle watermelons?"

Hana burst into laughter, picturing the absurd scene in her mind. "Yeah, and then he accidentally dropped one on his foot!"

Geto chuckled, shaking his head. "Exactly. So, while Uncle Gojo may seem like a fun choice now, just remember to stay alert around weird people like him."

Hana nodded, understanding dawning in her eyes. "Okay, Dad. I'll keep that in mind."

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animeficsworld · 8 months

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Moving on From the Past

Gojo Satoru x Reader

Summary: Geto Suguru, the boy you always thought you would marry, until he betrayed you.

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You didn't want to believe it when Gojo told you what happened.

The love of your life... became a murderer of the innocent.

You felt sick to your stomach.

Then, Gojo returned.

"I couldn't do it." he said, knowing what he meant, you could only nod.

"He betrayed us, he wants a world where only Jujutsu sorcerers live? Madness." you said as you looked out the window.

When you looked back at Gojo you could see the hurt in his eyes, you moved to give him a hug.

--- 11 years later ---

"I always wondered what happened to you." The voice behind you nearly made you drop the groceries.

You knew who it was. You didn't need to look.

"What do you want, Geto?"

"Oh? No, Sugu-chan?"

"You lost that privilege." you said coldly before you turned and looked at him.

"How cold Y/N-chan."

"What do you want?" he took a step closer to you.

"I missed you." he said but you knew better than to believe his delusions.

"You left me, you don't get to miss me."

"I wanted to get you, to have you again like I did. It is all I dream about. A world for us."

"This could have been the world for us but you betrayed me. I moved on, like you did."

This is when Suguru noticed the gold band on your finger.

"You are married." he honestly didn't expect that. You always said how he was the only one you ever loved.

You started to walk and he followed you. You stopped and turned to him.

"Leave, Geto. Leave before it's too late." but it already was. You heard the familiar music and Geto realized, you stopped at a kindergarten, he opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted.

"Mama!!!" a young child rushed over to you as Geto could only watch, you smiled at the child as you lifted him up into your arms.

Suguru felt anger fill him, and after the child looked at him, he felt empty.

Those blue eyes. He knew those too well.

"Satoru." he whispered under his breath.

Sensing his anger, you quickly started walking back home.

This is exactly what you feared.

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You washed all the clothes and started hanging them outside to dry.

You heard the door behind you open and soon a pair of arms moved around you.

"Why are you so stressed? Our baby said you ran home with him when he wanted to get ice cream."

"I-I met with Suguru today. He showed up when I was on my way to the kindergarten." You moved to turn around in his arms and looked at him, you lifted your hand and pulled off the bandage from his eyes, looking at the same blues that your son had. "He saw..."

"Then he will stay here and so will you. Who knows what his jealousy might bring upon us. You and our son will stay here, protected." you nodded.

"Do you really think Geto might hurt him?"

"I don't know. The Geto we knew wouldn't but he changed. I won't take chances when it comes to you." you nodded once more, completely understanding his reasoning, you hugged him as his arms moved around you, holding you tight.

"I love you, Sato-chan." you heard and felt him laugh a little.

"I love you too." he placed a kiss onto your head.

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Everything was on fire.

"I will kill him!" Geto said for the millionth time. "He took her from me! Married her and they have a kid! I will kill them all. They betrayed me!" his accomplices could only watch from a distance as Suguru made his newest plan.

"I will end the Gojo clan once and for all!" he yelled, a dangerous fire behind his eyes.

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damn-stark · 9 months

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Sugar

Geto Suguru x Gojo!fem-reader & Choso x Gojo!fem-reader

Summary- Love is a fickle thing isn’t it? Life isn’t so sweet. People are meant to love, lose, and love again; sorcerers like you more than most. You endure pains that non-sorcerers will never experience a speck of in their lifetimes. So much is expected of you not only because you’re a Gojo; a sorcerer from one of the prestigious sorcerer families, but because you were lucky or unlucky to be born special grade as well. All your life you were taught to be one way and follow a path, but remember that pain you get to experience in order to protect the lives of non-sorcerers? Well, that pain gets to you and deviates you down a dark path with Suguru Geto, a man you love, your hope, and the one who stays. Yet that path is dark and twisty, full of surprises that bring life, and loss most of all. When will enough be enough, and will you be able to find that light in a lifetime of darkness you so crave? Will you change your ways after years of defection and thinking you’re right? Do you believe in second chances after what you’ve done?

Moodboard, fighting outfits concepts

Suguru geto x y/n Gojo moodboard, Satoru Gojo x y/n Gojo moodboard, Kento Nanami x y/n Gojo, Choso x Y/N

Chapter 1 Angelfish

Chapter 2 Just a girl

Chapter 3 The first one

Chapter 4 Live for the hope of it all

Chapter 5 Appeasing

Season 2 (Hidden inventory arc)

Chapter 6 Where you are

Chapter 7 The Ballad of Jujutsu sorcerer

Chapter 8 The world’s a little blurry

Chapter 9 Hearing damage

Chapter 10 I’ll know, I’ll know

Jjk 0 Movie

Chapter 11 It almost worked

Chapter 12 Fallen Angel

Chapter 13 It’s over isn’t it?

Chapter 14 Lost in the darkness

Season 2 (Shibuya Arc)

Chapter 15 The start of something new

Chapter 16 The last supper

Chapter 17 Kill of the night

Chapter 18 Happy birthday, by the way

Chapter 19 I’m sorry for your loss

Chapter 20 Intergalactic

Itadori Execution Arc

Chapter 21 But then I found you

Chapter 22 What never was

Tengen arc

Chapter 23 You’re an angel, I’m a dog

Chapter 24 By saying something stupid like…

Chapter 25 Blood, dragons, curses and black holes

Sukuna v Satoru

Chapter 26 Sweet Gojo

Chapter 27 The sun will shine on us again

Chapter 28 A song for us

Chapter 29 Birthday surprises

Chapter 30 Two can be as bad as one

Chapter 31 All through the night

Chapter 32 Our last goodbye

Chapter 33 Haven’t I given enough?

Chapter 34 Two birds on a wire…

Chapter 35 …One says c’mon and the other says I’m tired

Chapter 36 Be the One Fallen from Grace, be Death

Side stories

Wedding bells (takes place in between chapter 10) takes place in 2008 & 2009

Colors of the wind (takes place in between chapter 10) takes place in 2012

Fun trend not so great (before season 2 starts)

The soul (takes place in ch.17)

Satori info page

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takadokii · 6 months

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✴ extra: insatiable yearning !! ‧₊.࿐

summary Suguru likes helping you cook, but sometimes he's plagued with an insatiable hunger for you; he knows it's wrong, but only certain thoughts can stop them. pairing geto suguru x f!reader tags cunnilingus (f & m receiving), unrequited feelings warnings slight smut! slight angst, word count 1.1k links collection ; taglist

this is an additional chapter of my series "caught in the middle", if you enjoyed this, consider checking it out! 🩵

Suguru enjoys teaching you to cook.

It started with a genuine concern for your health when he discovered you lived off of microwave meals and had developed into a sort of guilty pleasure for him as time passed.

He would start off simple, teaching you when to use oil instead of butter, how to know when the rice is properly cooked, and what spices and herbs add the best flavour to it.

He liked holding the wooden spoon up to your face after it cooled down a little. At first you’d be hesitant, testing the temperature with your lip before putting the food into your mouth, letting out a noise of contempt as soon as the flavour set in.

He enjoyed letting his hands linger on yours whenever you were cutting spring onions, tomatoes or carrots, he showed you how to use your fingers to measure where to cut next and he liked the little pause and jolt your body would do whenever he’d lean in close and tell you you were doing a really good job.

He enjoyed the fact you’d bring cookbooks into school, showing him whatever recipe you wanted to try next. Sure, a few times he lied to you in his expertise about it and had to hastily try the recipe out at home before going to you and pretending as though it was a long passed down recipe that had been in his family for generations.

You’d read the steps out to him, sitting on the counter as he washed, prepared and measured the ingredients, you’d swing your legs a little and Suguru had a hard time holding back from the temptation to reach out and hold your thighs in place.

Cooking was something important to him, just as you were and as he felt these parts of him connecting, colliding in a way that made it impossible for him to think about one without the other, he feared the thought of connecting you to the pleasure and peace he found in food.

Despite loving to cook, Suguru was also an enjoyer of eating, he enjoyed trying all sorts of different tastes from different cultures and could warm up to the idea of just about anything, he thinks that everything one consumes has an effect on one's soul.

Eating, could be in its simplest form the consumption of nutrients, keeping his body alive and strong, but it could also be tasting, savouring the flavour of something delicious, exciting, sweetness melting on his tongue.

When he connects his love for you to his love of food, he realises quickly he needs you just as much as he needs to eat, hungers for you like a starving man every time you stand just close enough for him to reach out to you.

When you gift him a “Kiss the Cook” apron for his birthday he can’t properly contain his smile, and uses it as an excuse to come by your house more often in hopes you’d do so.

Once growing more comfortable, you started the habit of being a bit more hands-on with your assistance.

Tying his apron drove him crazy, you’d always stand much closer than anyone would deem necessary, pressing yourself into his back as you tied a small bow.

You’d lean up then, your chest pressing into his back and he can feel the firmness of your breasts when you’d whisper with a smile into his ears.

“Done.”

When you move to look him in the eyes he’s still thinking about you, the counter is still empty and he can’t help but think about sitting you down on it and eating you out pushing your panties to the side and making you cum on his tongue until your legs would quiver on his shoulders.

He imagined the look on your face, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you came undone for him, the sweet noises you would attempt to muffle with your hand.

He’d pause, just as out of breath as you seemed to be, leaning up for a quick kiss, you could taste yourself on his tongue.

He’d whisper into your mouth with a teasing smile, a feign pity at the thought you could dared to assume he was finished with you, “Done?”

Before kissing a trail down your body and diving his mouth between your legs again.

But what really pushed his buttons was when you’d tuck the loose strand of hair behind his ear for him, whenever he was leaning forward and it was obscuring his vision.

You’d do it so gently, letting your finger graze his neck before letting it fall back to your side again.

He’d gulp and let out a shaky breath, irritated by how oblivious you were to the effects you’d have on him.

“Is something wrong?” You ask him, but he barely hears it, trying to focus on not cutting his fingers off while chopping the onions.

He continues cooking, looking down he imagines you sitting there, on your knees, choking down his length, spit running down on chin as your nails would dig into his thighs.

Your eyes were near to closing, in an attempt to shove his dick even further down your throat, but he wouldn’t let you.

He’d keep the hair from your face, to return the favour as he pulled on it, making you look up at him.

“Keep your eyes on me.”

He finished cutting the spring onions.

“Everything’s fine,” he chuckles and puts them in the pot without glancing your way.

He feels bad, occasionally, when he’d sit across from you as you ate the shared creation you had made and sees you gulp down the food so innocently, loudly exclaiming your fascination with the flavour as he is still caught up in these lude thoughts he had about you.

But he can’t help it, because despite sitting across from him, his hand doesn’t dare to reach out to yours and all he can think about is the tingling beneath his skin of a touch unfelt, a one sided tension flowing through his veins.

He allows himself to think of you like this, despite knowing how wrong it is, how disgusted you’d probably feel if you were to find out but he thinks these might be the only thoughts that can distract him from how madly in love with you he is.

He sighs and eats his food, hungry for something else.

is this kinda sanji coded? anyway, my first smut I'm sorry if my words during those scenes arent as descriptive or eloquent yet, I'm sure ill get the hang of it soon :)

thanks for reading! <3

much love, jae 🩵

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itoshisins · 8 months

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IF ONLY MAYBE — GETO SUGURU

synopsis: even after all these years, you two just had the worst of luck.

cw: 1.3k words. angst w no happy ending, major character death (reader), depictions of blood and death, mentions of unhealthy coping mechanisms, takes place 10 years after geto's defection, amateur writing.

notes: not a writer at alllll. first post on this acc. i am an avid fanfic reader but i had a simple idea i wanted to flesh out and write in hopes of helping me be more creative in my school work :p enjoy!

Being a jujutsu soccer was never something you could imagine not doing. You loved every part of it; learning, helping others, going on missions that fill you veins with adrenaline that almost feels euphoric, and teaching students who were so eager to learn from you. Danger was just part of the contract you signed, despair and tragedy were all to familiar with the job, and you learned to cope with it in several different ways. Whether it was alcohol, those cancerous sticks Shoko offers you, or getting lost in someone else’s cotton sheets. Losses were faced everyday and just maybe, a small part of you died with every loss you’ve ever faced, eating away at your soul and the very essence of who you are at your core. Sometimes, days were so hard that the adrenaline of completing a mission wasn’t enough to fill the empty void within you, and the only option was to bury yourself with so much work until you couldn’t have a second to just take a moment and think. Maybe that was your demise, that you had no moment of clarity and it’s the reason for your impaired judgment because something else was always occupying your thoughts like a parasite to its host.

That’s it, maybe, that you’ve let too many parts of you die that there’s nothing left. You think to yourself that perhaps this is all you’ve got to offer and you’ve given too much until you’re a shell of the person you used to be. If you did things differently, then the day could be ending so differently.

You groan weakly as you lay on the cold hard concrete, pain surging through every muscle for any minuscule movement you make, coughing and wheezing for air to fill your lungs. You reach one hand slowly to your abdomen, and the thick dampness of your navy shirt confirms your thoughts. It was just supposed to be a simple special grade curse, something you exorcise in your sleep, but God is it agonizing to not only be shown how weak you’ve become, but that your work and effort has amounted to nothing if these are going to be the last breaths you take.

“Geto-sama! There!”

A shrill voice interrupts your train of thoughts, letting out a shaky breath at the name. Swift and light footsteps charge in your direction and before you know it, his figure is standing right above you. You faintly hear him tell someone to go ahead before you hear light footsteps walking away, further and further until you can’t hear it.

He’s changed, you note. His hair is longer and down, no longer neatly tied up. Is that how he feels too, that he’s free and no longer constricted? He’s notably taller, frame larger than you remember as he looms over you and casts a shadow from the bright street light that’s illuminating from above. A worried look is cast onto his features, hesitating to get too close you as you take in his face, and God was it painful seeing his pretty face be contorted in such a pained expression. His breaths are uneven, a slight hiccup when he inhales can be heard if you listen closely. His honey coloured eyes, oh how you could get lost in them even after all these years, seem like there’s a war waging in them- torn between an expression of hurt and one that wants to mask it. Suguru is so much older now, small frown lines and a slight wrinkle forming at the outer corners of his eyes if you look closely enough, but you can’t help but think that he’s still your Suguru.

“You w-weren’t supposed to be here. What a-“

“I- I was around,” you say quietly with a soft chuckle. “I was using my day off to visit here, l-like before,” you explain, flashes of three years of your adolescence with Suguru popping up in the forefront of your mind. You curse yourself for being sentimental, for being soft, maybe that’s why you’re going to die.

“I would have nev- you weren’t supposed to be here” Suguru says shakily, as if he’s trying to reassure you that he would never even think to hurt you, or lay a finger on you. He softly kneels down next to you, his bottom lip quivering slightly at the sight of seeing you like this. He starts to think he’s cursed, that he never had a chance for happiness even after defecting, that his mission oriented persona was only a facade to search for happiness that wasn’t meant to be for him. That’s the reason, he thinks to himself, otherwise the world would simply be cruel if this is the first time seeing you in 10 years, dying because of a special grade curse carrying out his orders.

“I s-still exorcised him though, so we’re just even,” You say weakly as you mention the curse under his orders, offering a pained smile as you begin to shudder at the sudden feeling of coldness engulfing your body. You don’t have reverse cursed technique like Satoru, and the damage is irreparable that even Shoko’s presence wouldn’t help if she was here. You close your eyes for a second longer than usual, the warm tears spilling from your eyes and rolling down your cheeks. It’s uncomfortable and foreign, being consumed with the emotions that swirl around your head and spill out in the form of shaky breaths and salty tears. Your bottom lip quivers as it dawns on you that this is it, your last day on earth, and both you and Suguru know it.

“I’m s-“ Suguru stutters before he’s cut off by the stern sound of your voice. It’s firm, yet filled with a tenderness that he’s been missing all these years, one he’s been searching for anytime he calls you on a payphone to hear your greeting before you hang up in confusion due to the unresponsiveness.

“I know, Suguru,” you answer quietly, and that look in your eye makes him want to let out a choked sob right then and there. Those eyes that always looked up at him with so much patience and care, despite you being in this position because of him. Truthfully, you don’t exactly know what it is he’s apologizing for. Maybe it’s for all the lives he’s ended, maybe it’s for his defection, or maybe it’s for being the reason you’re slowly loosing consciousness. Maybe it’s for all of it. Whatever it is, you know, and you couldn’t bring him to say the words out loud because you know more than anyone it’d only hurt more.

Suguru gently brings your head up, laying it in his lap carefully. Hesitantly, he caresses your hair in an attempt to comfort you and soothe the winces of pain escaping your pretty mouth. It seems so natural to him, being comforting you, like it’s the sole reason he was put on this earth. He doesn’t say anything more, afraid that a suppressed sob would escape him instead of the words he’s trying to piece together in his head.

“The moon looks so beautiful tonight,” you whisper gently, barely audible as the exhaustion becomes so much more evident in your voice. You begin to settle into his warmth, needing it more and more and you feel your blood run colder and the breeze of the night get harsher. ‘I’ve done enough,’ you think for a moment as it feels like the world around you begins to stop and your breaths become more shallow. You close your eyes one last time.

“It does, doesn’t it? It’s always so beautiful,” Suguru whispers into the dead of the night, eyes fixated on your limp body resting on his lap so peacefully. Your eyes don’t open again, and he finally lets out a loud cry that echoes in the empty streets.

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derangederensimp · 2 years

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Geto's Best Friend: Sundress No Panties (Part 7)

Jujutsu Kaisen Smut Geto Suguru x Reader x Gojo Satoru

This fic is my entry for #sundressnopanties collab hosted by @25306

CW: Plot, Car Sex, Breeding kink, Beach Sex, semi public sex (pretty vacant beach and secluded), Pet names, Fingering, double penetration, degration, slapping, themes of bdsm.

Previous Part | Masterlist | Part 8 |

Looking at the calendar you stared at the weekend circled with red sharpie with no explanation other than bold wording “call off work for the weekend ;)” the handwriting was Geto’s but the winky face was definitely Gojo’s work. You knew it wasn’t your anniversary with either of them and it wasn’t anyone's birthday so what was the occasion? You thought to yourself. Putting a finger up to your chin and tilting your head as if that would help you figure out what the deal was.

“Are you packed yet?” Gojo’s unexpected voice startled you slightly as you turned around. “Sorry, didn’t mean to spook you princess” he said before planting a kiss onto your forehead. Staring down at you he smiled. “Packed for what?” You quizzed, wrapping your arms around his waist knowing this had to get him to spill information. “Mmm top secret, no can do. If I told, Geto would be pissed. You can’t imagine how much work he put into this it’s truly bea-“ Gojo spoke before being interrupted by an ‘ahem’ from Geto who now was standing in the kitchen as well.

“I doubt your packed Gojo, why don’t you go do that too. Y/n just pack a weekends worth of clothing. Anything you want” Geto said, leaning against the doorway. Gojo walking past him and sticking his tongue out. Shrugging your shoulders you walked to the bedroom and stared at the walk in closet that you now shared with Geto and Gojo. All the spaces in your apartment was shared spaces with the exception of one separate bedroom that was supposed to be just Gojo’s but you always found him in your and Geto’s bed anyways.

Looking at all your clothes you decided to pick out a sundress, comfortable shirts, shorts, and sleeping clothes as well as undergarments. Lastly you stared at the rows of bathing suits, you couldn't even remember buying half of these which was probably the result of Gojo and Geto buying ones they thought you’d look hot in. Closing your eyes you skimmed your fingers along them and just picked a random one out, throwing it into the bag and zipping it up. Next you went to the bathroom and collected all your hair products, makeup, and skin care items placing it all into one bag that you set next to your clothes.

Walking out of the room and into the living room you noticed Geto had two bags as well next to the front door so you placed yours there. Plopping onto the couch and turning the TV on to your favorite show. Gojo seemed to take his sweet time packing as Geto sat beside you and rested his head on your shoulder. “This is why I told him to pack last night” he mused. “Mhm. So where to? Are you kidnapping me and taking me somewhere to get rid of me?” You said giggling at the last sentence.

Geto picking his head up from your shoulder “maybe to get rid of Gojo but never you. So I can have you all to myself.” He chuckled. “But no telling, it’s supposed to be a surprise” he said, stroking at your hair.

“A surprise for what? It’s not our anniversaries or birthdays” you quizzed, turning your face to look at him. “It’s just a secret ok, let me treat you, alright? You’ve been working so hard you deserve a getaway-“ Geto said.

Gojo walking into the room and dropping his bags to make a loud thud on the tile. “Yeah and what is a better way than spending it with your two lovely partners” he said with a grin on his face. “One annoying, one-” Geto mumbled under his breath but loud enough for you two to hear him. Laughter filling the room, Geto and Gojo often teased each other like this just like they had prior to them both being in a relationship with you. Finally standing up Geto outstretched his hand to you to help you up from the couch.

Taking it, he brought you to your feet. Gojo grabbed one of your bags with his and Geto grabbed the other as well as his own. Walking to the car they placed the bags into the trunk as you took your place in the passenger's seat. Gojo sat in the middle seat in the back as Geto got into the drivers seat, pulling his hair into a ponytail and tucking the flyaways behind his ears. His beauty never failed to amaze you, anyone you looked at him it was like falling back in love over and over again. Shaking your head quickly to keep yourself from staring too long, he chuckled softly to himself as he knew you were staring the whole time.

After some time driving Geto placed one of his hands on your thigh squeezing it softly as he drove. “Y/n why don’t you come sit back here with me, I’ll show you a good time” Gojo said, laughing softly to himself as Geto glared at him in the rear view mirror. “Someone’s jealous, hmm?” You said, looking back at him with a grin growing on both of your faces. Geto’s hand trailing up your thigh, his fingers reaching your damped panties. “Already turned on? We’re almost at the airport. Better make it quick Geto said, the bulge growing in his pants as he slipped his fingers between your wet slit.

Removing his fingers from you and bringing them to his lips, you watched as he lolied out his tongue taking his fingers into his mouth and sucking them clean. “Delicious” he groaned. “Go on, get back there babe, we wouldn’t want you to be all worked up before the plane ride” Geto said, biting his lip. You quickly joined Gojo in the back seat, Geto slapping your ass when you crawled across the center console.

“Daddy will take care of that” Gojo said, undoing his belt and sliding down pants just enough to allow himself to be free. His cock hitting his stomach as you positioned yourself onto his lap. Cupping your cheeks with his big hands he pulled you into a passionate kiss before trailing down your cheek to your neck. Biting a spot before suckling it softly. A moan leaving your lips when his fingers circled along your clothed clit “Gotta make this quick baby” Gojo groaned into your ear as his lifted you up by your hips, hovering your dripping cunt above his hardened cock, tip red and already leaking.

Pulling your underwear to the side he entered your body with a quick thrust. A loud moan erupted from your throat as he helped bounce your hips up and down along his length. The quick and sudden bumps from the road helped, adding another sensation when your clit rubbed against Gojo’s pubic bone. Geto couldn’t help but sneak looks once and awhile, wishing it was him back there with you instead. Gojo took a fist full of your hair and pulled it back to allow Geto to get a look at how much pleasure you were in. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as Gojo kept his quick and hard thrusts, your wall clenching against him as he pounded away at your g spot while his fingers focused on stimulating your clit.

Your moans sounding like music to both of the men's ears. If Geto wasn’t driving he sure would’ve loved to join in. Stuffing your mouth full of his cock as drool flowed down the corners of your pretty lips. The thought alone would have made Geto cum if he were to keep his imagination going.

“Ganna cum Princess? Cum on Daddy’s dick y/n” Gojo grunted out. Placing kisses along your chest before taking a nipple into his mouth and biting on it softly. The tinge of pain sent shivers down your spin as you moaned out his name. “Ah, ah. What do you call me” He said, stopping his thrusts and holding you above his tip. “D-daddy. Please put it back in” you managed to get out in between pants, a wide grin growing along his face.

“That’s right” he mused. Pulling you back down onto his lap. Getting back up to pace again your cunt took him so well, his own orgasam nearing as his thrusts up into you started to become sloppy. “Every time you squeeze me like that I just want to finish inside so fast. J-just wanna put a baby in you already.” He grunted out, his eyes staying off the rearview mirror to avoid Geto’s expected angry glare.

“Have to cum” you moaned out, the pressure in your stomach bubbling over as Gojo’s cock began to twitch inside each time your walls clenched him. Milking him dry inside your cunt, you stayed still as you both rode out your own highs from cumming. “You look so beautiful” Gojo cooed, a smile on your face as you placed your head in the crock of his neck. “Shhh you’ll make me blush” you giggled out. “We will be at the airport in 10 minutes, try to clean up the best you can sweetheart. You can change if you need to” Geto said.

“I can lick you clean” Gojo whispered into your ear, your hand covering his mouth as you whispered into his ear “don’t get me riled up again”. You could feel his cock twitch underneath you before you got off his lap and wiped yourself up the best you could with the paper towels Geto kept in the backseat for occasions like this. Gojo sighed as he put himself back into his pants before wrapping his arm around your shoulder pulling you back onto him and nestling his head into the crook of your neck, peppering kisses along it.

You couldn’t help but peek glances at Geto using the review mirror, seeing how it was positioned you knew he must’ve been watching. A grin growing on your face as your cheeks burned hot. You knew he liked to watch but it was always hot to catch him looking. Rubbing your thighs together you shook your head to get away from the lewd thoughts wanting to avoid getting horny again. Sparking up a conversation would definitely help but you failed to come up with something to talk about resulting in asking the same questions you wanted answers to earlier.

Geto and Gojo kept their lips locked. “Ah-ah, no telling. Be patient Princess” Gojo said, as Geto pulled into the airport parking garage. Shrugging your shoulders you got of the car and grabbed your bags, walking between Geto and Gojo into the airport. You let them lead a bit as you had no idea what terminal you would be going to. Your brain traveling elsewhere as you thought to yourself that a mini vacation was much needed so what was there to complain about even without knowing where the vacation was going to be at. If they planned it then it would be perfect no matter the occasion.

But you still couldn’t help but think you may have missed an important date or maybe they mixed up the dates for an anniversary but that was also unlikely. Bumping into Geto and Gojo you looked up and saw the terminal labeled “Fiji”. Before you could even pick your jaw off the floor or say anything, Geto was handing you the boarding pass and taking the bags from your arms to get checked in. His smile was so warm and full of love, he took happiness from the look on your face. “It was worth not telling you huh? ”Gojo asked, a cheeky smile was plastered across his face as well. Taking both the men into your arms you hugged them tightly mumbling “thank you” over and over again till you finally let go. Tears threatening to pour from your eyes from such happiness.

The flight was smooth and felt like it went by quickly but that was mainly because you slept the whole time. Sitting between Gojo and Geto as they silently fought whose shoulder you’d lean into as a pillow to not wake you from your slumber. In the end you were leaned up against Geto and Gojo was leaned up against you. Once the flight was over the flight attendants had to wake the 3 of you.

Stepping out of the terminal you finally got the chance to take a deep breath. The air was so refreshing compared to the stuffy plane. The smell made you feel like there was nothing better than this. How lucky you are to have two loving partners who planned out a weekend for you to get away from life back home. Taking a bus to the resort you couldn’t stop taking in the scenery, already longing not to ever leave.

Once the three of you were shown to the room you all plopped onto the bed. “Wasn’t it weird we didn’t see any kids running around through the halls, I remember whenever I went on vacations all the resorts had children seemingly unattended mind you, running around acting like little shits- of course I was one of them but still” Goj, said puzzled. “That’s because this resort is for adults only” Geto said. Before the conversation could continue you quickly sat up, your face wore an excited look. Geto propped himself up on his arm and put his cheek onto his palm “what is it y/n?” He asked. Gojo rolling over onto his back l, staring up at the ceiling fan. Wearing the facial expression of slight boredom. “Let’s go to the beach” you said, clapping your hands together and running to your bag and grabbing a change of clothes, disappearing into the bathroom. Coming out in a sundress, Geto and Gojo fell silent from their conversation as they caught a glimpse of you.

“Beautiful” “Gorgeous” they said, both men standing up from the bed and making their way towards you. Knowing just the look they had on their faces told you they were eyeing you with desire and if you didn’t get past them now they definitely wouldn’t be letting you out of the room till you got your fill. Quickly making your way between them and to the door you wore a grin on your face, a taunting one. “A game of cat and mouse hmm?” Geto thought to himself, chuckling at Gojo’s sigh as they walked to follow you out of the door and down the hall.

You led the way to the beach that was conveniently right outside of the hotel, it was surprisingly not crowded even with the beautiful setting sun. The waves crashed against the sand creating a peaceful sound, the water danced along your feet. It wasn’t too cold and it wasn’t super warm either which was perfect for just walking along the shore. Inside your own head you weren’t really paying attention to the conversation Geto and Gojo were having but finally turning around, you were caught off guard from the sudden breeze that swiftly pushed up your dress exposing your nude body. Geto’s eyes widened in shock as Gojo rushed to cover you, pulling down the dress “No panties?!” Gojo squealed.

Geto’s face burned a bright red, quickly ushering you and Gojo towards an even more secluded area. “I don’t think anyone saw, are you ok y/n? What’s with the No Panties, I thought you had packed a bathing suit?” Geto asked, his chest heaved to catch his breath. The dark color from before returning back to his eyes, you could tell he was trying to hide it but these were things he couldn’t hide from you. Everything was going according to your plan and it was now or never.

Walking over to Geto you took his face into your palms bringing his lips to yours, passionately kissing him. His mouth allowing your tongue access, his hands palming your ass and slapping it softly before resting his hands on your waist. Your swift finger movement letting Gojo know to come join the two of you. Pressing himself against you his hands traveled to the front of your body. Taking your breasts into his hands, squeezing them softly. His fingertips finding your hardened nipples and playing with them between his fingers causing a breathy whine to come from you.

“Such a naughty thing, did you hope something like this would happen when you wore this dress?” Gojo cooed into your ear. He read your mind like a book, a smirk across your lips as you nodded your head before putting your mouth back onto Geto’s neck - leaving hickeys and teeth marks along him. A low groan coming from him as his cock pushed against your body. “You two drove me crazy, you know that? How badly I wanted to apart of the action. So tell me y/n where do you want me?” Geto asked, his cheeks burning red.

Removing your mouth from his neck Gojo craned yours back allowing him to bite down along your collarbone and lick up, sending shocks down your spine. “Gojo can have my mouth, and you can have my pussy” you lowly spoke.

Gojo checked to see if there was any possible people who could possibly hear or see but as far as he could see there was no one in sight. But the idea of someone else being able to hear the three of you thrilled him. Walking back to you and Geto he pulled your chin over to meet his lips, slipping his tongue into your mouth. “Gojo share” Geto grunted. Adding his face beside Gojo’s, your tongues lapping over each other before they kissed down opposite sides of your neck. One hand each on one of your breasts. Fondling them and teasing your nipples.

The heat between your legs was starting to become unbearable as you desired to have just any form of touching. Their hands trailing down your chest, to your tummy, and finally between your legs. Geto and Gojo were moving in sync, both taking a leg into their arms and lifting you, Geto’s hand toying with your clit as Gojo rubbed between your wet folds. “That’s our girl, so wet for us” Gojo said, a devilish grin on his face. Geto biting his lip “Let me get a taste”, his fingers joining Gojo’s as they pumped in and out of your tightening walls. Hooking his fingers touching the right spot made your legs shake in their arms, a hushed moan leaving your lips.

“We’ve got you all worked up, think you can take us now sweetheart?” Geto asked lovely into your ear. The heat from his breath sending pleasurable shivers throughout your body. “Y-yes please Master” you breathily said between panting. “Well how do you want us princess” Gojo said, nipping softly on your ear and his fingers pinching your nipple.

“Gojo can lay down on the sand, and I want Geto to take me from behind” you said excitedly. The men putting you down onto your feet.

Gojo was glad he brought along a towel as he laid it down before laying on top of it. Pulling down his shorts he stroked his cock as he watched Geto lift your dress off your figure. His eyes ogling over your breasts bouncing. Geto landing an open handed slap across your ass, his hand over your mouth to muffle your whines of pleasure. “Can’t be too loud sweetheart, now let us take care of you” Geto said.

Resting your elbows on the towel you arched your back preparing for Geto to enter you. Your hand wrapping around Gojo’s cock, pumping it up and down at a slow pace. Geto getting onto his knees teased your entrance with the tip of his cock, rubbing the head along your lips. Only allowing the tip to quickly go inside and back out, your body instinctively clutching down. Lolling out your tongue you flattened it against Gojo’s base and licked up, his soft moans made your body ache.

Taking Gojo partly into your mouth you moved your head along with your hand to touch the rest that you couldn’t fit. Geto taking it as a perfect opportunity to enter you with a quick hard thrust, a muffled moan vibrating against Gojo’s cock made him place a hand onto your head. “F-fuck. A warning would’ve been nice” Gojo grunted. That move alone would have made him cum in an instant if you were at a quicker pace.

Geto took things slow from there working his way up to a pace that you desired, he could tell you wanted more by the way you pushed your ass back onto him trying to make him quicker. You wanted so badly to order him to go faster but with Gojo’s cock stuffed in your mouth you couldn’t. Drool dripping down the creases of your lips as you looked up at Gojo, your cheeks pink eyes half lidded in purse bliss. Gojo’s moans encouraged you to keep using your tongue along his tip, pre leaking from it.

Geto leaned down against your body as his hips rutted against your ass with hard slaps, his pace increasing. “Just like you wanted sweetheart. Now Gojo I’m ganna show you how to properly pleasure her” Geto said, making eye contact with Gojo. The men exchanging glares before Geto returned to his previous position, his fingers finding their way to your clit as he rubbed circles into the raised bud.

The other hand slapped and groped at your ass, with each thrust your mind reeled at the pleasure of having both men inside of you one way or the other. Your walls tightening down against Geto, his low moans became louder with each time you clenched around him. Your body begging to milk him dry of his seed. You were nearing your orgasm just as Gojo was, your body continuing to send signals to Geto as your thighs shook. “You wanna cum sweetheart?” Geto teased, taking his cock out and leaving you clutching on nothing.

The feeling of emptiness made you whine out and tears began threatening to spill from your eyes out of sexual frustration. “Go on, tell me. You wanna cum y/n?” Geto asked again this time slipping only the tip of his cock inside. Taking Gojo out of your mouth you panted out “p-please”. Gojo’s eyes rolled to the back of his head when you took him back into your mouth, your hand pumping him at the same pace Geto began to fuck you with. The knot in your stomach returning as his cock kisses along your g-spot continuously, his fingers still stimulating your clit.

“Ganna fill you up till it drips out of you sweetheart. Do it till it takes. Just keep squeezing me like that s-shit” the knot in your stomach snapped as your walls pulsated on Geto’s cock. His white warm ropes filling you up forming a ring around his cock as he continued to fuck it into you to ride out your orgasam. Gojo filling up your mouth next his moans becoming softer and softer before it was just heavy breaths. Picking your chin up with his hand “show me” he said. Opening your mouth to show him your cum covered tongue before swallowing it down.

Geto stayed inside letting his breathing return to normal before pulling out. There wasn’t enough room on the towel so Gojo got up letting you lay there instead. The men slipped your dress over your body letting you rest as they watched the rest of your sunset beside you.

“All fucked out and it was only one round” Gojo said. “Give her an hour and I’m sure she’ll be begging for more, this time we should go back to the room” Geto said. “You guys know I’m not sleeping right? Just resting my eyes. I’m giving you two a break, I could keep at this all night” you cockily said.

“I’d like to see you try” Geto breathily said as he held you onto his chest. Gojo laid beside you on the sand watching the clouds pass as the sun descended more. “Already worth the trip, good idea on the sundress with no panties ” He said, winking at you. Once the sun was gone the three of you got up and began your walk back to the resort. Your hand intertwined with Geto as Gojo’s arm was around your shoulder. It really was going to be a good weekend.

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— willow. ∙ geto suguru x gn!reader. ∙ angst. ∙ 375 w.

a declaration of war.

that's what it is.

geto's at jujutsu tech, broad and imposing. everyone's eyes are on him. he scans the crowd. the number of sorcerers surrounding him and ready to confront him doesn't appear to unsettle him (your absence does).

"eh? won't they come out and say hello?" his question is drenched in mockery.

gojo is seething at his smile (he won't even say your fucking name). he wants to curse the shit out of his friend (friend?) but his students are all within his range and he can only hide his clenched fists in his pockets.

"no," he deadpans.

geto is about to speak once again but one of the girls who rode inside of the bird's large mouth complains about a store closing soon and it appears that his time is up.

"well then, everyone. see you on the battlefield," he beams.

geto climbs into the bird and is about to take off.

satoru's quick to note before he does, "if you really want to see them, they're right where you left them."

nothing in the curse user's posture or expression shows that he's heard him.

(he did).

so geto goes and visits you. right after dropping the twins. his heart beats with excitement (it's not love, not anymore) (just twisted pleasure, he swears).

because that place —the willow on top of the hill.

that place was yours.

first kiss, countless dates under the stars, and just one heartbreak (he wants to see you) (he's not so sure he wants to see you like the day he left you).

the sun is setting and he doubts you'll appear for a second, but as he climbs, walks through a pile of leaves and reaches the tree, you're there.

have you waited for him all this time?

he hopes not. he always thought you deserve better. better than him, better than those monkeys (you still gave it all for both).

he blinks and swallows, and his voice shatters the quiet, "sorry i'm late."

(he's as still as the stone before him).

it's not his place anymore.

(but it's still yours).

ty for reading !

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౨ৎ⋆ ˚｡⋆ midnight love ⠀ ꒰ . . geto suguru x gn reader ꒱ . . . word count; 0.7k

⊹ ⠀⠀ heartbreak is a cycle. over, and over, and over again.

contains; geto suguru x gn reader, angst, geto dumped you and you can't get over it, mentions abandonment and attachment issues, lots of reader insecurities, womp womp author's note; hey ! XD

"you really can't be calling me at this hour anymore." suguru's voice is faint. he's likely just woken up from a deep slumber, probably dreaming of something far more interesting and attractive than you are, but that isn't a dream that you'd like to picture. he did this to you.

sometimes, he needs to see what your nightmares look like.

"i'm sorry, it's just that i've been thinking about everything again." clearing your throat, you can't help but notice that your voice can't stop shaking. get a grip of yourself. you're embarrassing. "i feel like we made a mistake. it's not crazy to try things again; we know what went wrong so let's just fix it this time. right? we can be even better this time around."

you know the hopefulness slipping from your tongue is something that suguru has grown to hate. he hates the guilt that it makes him feel. he hates the reminders of a time where he was so madly in love with you that he couldn't imagine sleeping through one of your sporadic phone calls in the middle of the night. he hates how it reminds him how hard you sobbed when he said those three little words. not 'i love you'...but 'let's break up'.

he hates that it makes him regret things.

so instead, he forces you to bottle it all up.

"i'm not interested anymore, i've told you that." the sound of your poorly mended heart shattering once more is far too familiar. "seriously, we crashed and burned so let's just leave it at that."

this is the third time he's said these words. the first being an hour after he dumped you over the phone, when you called him back amidst uncontrollable sobs and he didn't seem to care all that much. the second being a month after what would've been your first anniversary together, to which he was careless with your heart as you poured it out to him on his doorstep. now, the third, where it's been a whole three months since your untimely break up and your sleep has been lost to you for yet another night.

...and he still doesn't care.

he doesn't care about you.

he doesn't care at all.

why doesn't he care?

"suguru, please." it's pathetic to beg, but what else can you do? "i love you. i want to be with you and i'm willing to do anything to make it work. c'mon, work with me, here." just say yes. just say yes and maybe you'll smile again.

he takes a deep breath. you can count down the seconds until he exhales.

three.

you envision a scenario where he bolts from his bed, frantically grabs his jacket, and drives straight to your house. his hand hovers over the front door, ready to knock, when you fling it open and then fling yourself into his arms. suguru laughs at your eagerness, gently gripping your face beneath your jaw and kissing you tenderly. god, it's been so long since you felt his kisses. you could cry from the overwhelming happiness in your heart. the overwhelming joy that he never fails to make you feel when he's truly and completely in love with you, too.

two.

you recall one of your favorite dreams, one just a few nights ago, where suguru had never broken up with you in the first place. in fact, he thinks the mere thought is comically funny. he'd never ends things. you're the best thing that's ever happened to him and he never fails to tell you that at every hour of the day. he's the perfect boyfriend. he's the ideal husband. he's the man that you've been wishing for for your entire life...but he really is just that. he's a dream.

one.

"i don't love you anymore."

oh...

oh.

you wish this were a scenario. you wish you were sleeping. you wish he could've said anything other than those awful words, but this is reality. dreams don't reflect reality. dreams aren't real. his love for you isn't real. he doesn't love you. he doesn't want you. he doesn't need you. give up. give up. stop making a fool of yourself.

"but i love you."

pathetic.

you're pathetic.

the sigh he exhales is pitiful.

he's so obviously aware of how clingy you've become in your lonesome life that he's not even surprised by your behavior. he's not surprised by your confession. it's almost as if he expected it. he knows your flaws. he knows your stance on abandonment...on attachment...on absence. he knows you can't possibly function in a world without him...

...and he hangs up.

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dejwrites · 2 years

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↠ characters: geto suguru, mentioned in the story: gojo satoru, toji fushiguro, choso kamo, nanami kento, yuki tsukumo

↠ warning: cam work, sex work, mentions of death, profanity, drug usage, oral (f.receiving), missionary positions,

↠ pairings: geto suguru x black!female reader

↠ timeline: cam boy!au, college!au, sex work au,

↠ chapter summary: geto visits [y/n] after the events of jules choi arrest

↠ words from the author: once again, it took me many business months to get this chapter out and i really do apologize. but we're almost at the end of this fic. 4 chapters to go. i just want to thank everyone for the huge support on this fic from all platforms (wattpad, tumblr, ao3). love y'all <3

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GETO LET HIS FINGERS TAP ONTO HIS DESK AS HE WAS SCROLLING THROUGH CAMPOP. His dark eyes glossed over the current ranking list that had him sitting pretty highly at number one. It felt pretty good considering the dreadful time when he just couldn’t get by Y/N on the rankings. He had noticed that she had dropped down to number eight, especially with not uploading much content other than lingerie pictures to keep people on the edge of their seats. Now that the cam boy thought about it, he hasn't spoken to her since the huge meeting leading to Jules's arrest.

He found it completely odd that Jules stepped down just in time for her to get arrested. He wanted to finally think that Ayaki finally got justice, but for some reason, the nasty pit that grew in his stomach said otherwise. Jules had to have something up her sleeve. She wouldn’t just get herself arrested. Especially given that she was so close to framing Geto for it.

As Geto went back to looking through the rankings, his eyes once again landed on Y/N’s profile. He didn’t like the fact that the two of them haven’t talked in a while. It just wasn’t like either of them. He asked Choso when they were going to the library about her, Choso only mentioned that she said she was taking a mental health day. Geto even waited all night just to text Carson at an appropriate time (time zones suck) and ask them about Y/N. Carson remembered vividly that Y/N sometimes just needed her space to regroup. However, Carson emphasized being sure to not let her push him away.

Geto’s head fell back to be met with the headrest of his gaming chair. He glanced at the clock seeing that it was only six-thirty in the evening. He had to see Y/N. He stood up being sure to log out of his Campop account. Grabbing a hold of his pull-over hoodie to tug on his built stature before sliding into some shoes to head to Mr. Sukuki’s store. When Geto made it to the small store next door, he had waved at the older man who was hunched over the counter doing a crossword puzzle. Geto took it upon himself to just pick up some snacks and such. He was sure to pick up some of Y/N’s favorites. As he picked up one particular drink, he remembered vividly when he suggested the sugary beverage to the woman when they first met. Who would have thought this is where the two of them would end up?

When Geto was done paying, he had wished his farewells to Mr. Sukuki before texting Y/N stating that he was on his way over. He could feel his cheeks radiate so much heat as he went to text ‘I just been thinking about you a lot. His fingers hovered over the send button before he eventually deleted the whole message and headed back into his apartment complex. When he pressed his floor level, he kept replaying in his head the words he was going to say.

He hated to admit that he may have fallen for her. He may have fallen a little too hard to the point that he wasn’t even sure if she felt the same way. Geto took note of late-night conversations the two would have exchanging insecurities and secrets. He remembered how she said she felt like people she got involved with romantically never actually liked her. They were in lust with her.

Could Geto just be that? Was Geto just another Toji that was just happy he was with the BVBYGRL007? Perhaps he was just overthinking.

His hand went to knock on the door, but the door swung open and Nanami walked out. Geto’s eyebrows scrunched together as he was confused about what was going on. He didn’t even know the two knew each other on a personal level like this. Especially to know each for her to invite him over to her place.

“Hey, Geto.” Nanami uttered, “See you in class tomorrow, Y/N.” The blonde-haired male waved as he walked down the hall.

Geto clutched at the bag in his hand, his teeth sinking into his tongue holding back so many questions as he watched Y/N wave at Nanami. Her attention soon landed on Geto. Her lips curled into a smile as she stepped aside, “I just was about to hit you up,” she says to a quiet Geto as he waltzes into her place.

He’s kicking off his shoes sliding into the house slippers he left at her place days ago before he eventually exploded, “You’ve been ignoring me and I show up to your place to see Nanami leaving it.”

He watched as a confused expression appeared on her face. “Geto, it’s not like that. I just have been in a slump lately.” She explained. “Nanami was just catching me up in our class we have together, that’s about it.” She explained.

Geto’s lips parted to speak, but he felt his face heat up in embarrassment and he was sure it was glowing red at the moment. “I’m sorry, it’s just I have been thinking about you a lot lately and I thought–“ his words were interrupted.

“No, I should be the one apologizing,” Y/N says. “I could have communicated better with you.” She steps forward closing the gap between the two of them. Her fingers grasp at the fabric of Geto’s hoodie to pull him closer. “This whole Jules stepping down thing just been sitting in my mind and then the whole number one ranking taking over the company.”

“You’re not having second thoughts, are you? Do you want to run the company? Because I am fine with that, I would love to just be the hot house husband while my lovely wife runs a cam work company,” Geto joked.

Y/N chuckled at his statement. “No, I don’t want to run the company Geto. It’s looking like you are, so I’ll be the hot housewife,” she jokes. “But, is that what you want?”

Geto never thought about it that way. When Y/N dropped the bomb on him that the number one ranking would be the rightful owner of the company, he just knew that the company had to be in someone else’s hands that weren’t Jules. He wasn’t sure why he worked so hard to attempt to stay at number one. Especially considering that he had no business management qualifications at all, plus he was a film major at that.

“I’m not even sure.” He answered truthfully as he looked at her.

“Well we still have some time to figure it out,” Y/N responded as she looked at him.

“I know, but the clock is ticking. We don’t have that much time,” Geto responded.

“But for now, let’s just celebrate the fact that Jules is behind bars and you’re at number one,” Y/N commented as she collected the bag from his hand. “Now what did you bring?”

Geto let out a chuckle as he watched her look through the bag. He never felt this way before. When he looked at her, his heart skipped a beat, and his words mixed up in his mind. Maybe, he was in love with her.

“Y/N.” Geto firmly said as he waited to get her attention.

“Yes?” She questioned as she placed the bag on the coffee table in the middle of her living room. Her eyes glanced at him.

“I’m in love with you,” Geto blurted out. Like clockwork, he felt his palms grow sweaty and his cheeks grew hotter. He could even tell he was blushing.

Her silence was bothering him. He wanted to know what she was thinking. No, he needed to know what she was thinking. “Just please say something.” His words came off soft, a subtle whisper.

“I know you tell me that when it comes to your relationship, you aren’t sure if the person is actually in the relationship for a genuine reason. That they actually see your online cam persona and not you. Y/N, I see you.” Geto admitted.

His lips parted to say something else. Maybe admitting that he’ll understand if she didn’t feel the same way. After all, he did let jealousy overcome him a couple of minutes ago and now admitting his love for her. In just a second, Y/N was tugging him closer by his hoodie to pull him into a kiss. When their lips met, Geto instantly knew where it was heading. His hands tugged her closer to his body and their lips moved in complete sync. On a normal day, he would complain about the taste of her Fenty lip gloss being on his lips. However, tonight it was much different. He ached for her.

His hand instantly tapped at her thighs to signal for her to jump up. Which obediently, Y/N did just that. Her smooth legs snaked around Geto’s waist as he carried her into her room. Not one second did they disconnect their lips from each other. The harsh kissing sounds echoed within the room as Geto placed Y/N down like a sacred art piece. She prompted herself on her elbows watching with eagerness as Geto was clawing off his hoodie and soon the shirt he wore. The pieces of fabric collided on the floor which Y/N would pout at the sight of Geto. “It’s not fair that you’re taking off your clothes.” She says.

Geto would grab her by her ankle tugging her closer to the edge of the bed. Faint giggles escaped past her mouth as she inched closer to her boyfriend, Y/N would look at him. “Geto Suguru, I want you.” She utters softly as she could feel his kisses on her ankle. The gold anklet that decorated the body part pricked his lips slightly.

“I would be lying if I said I wasn’t giving you the full me from the start,” Geto commented as he looked at her. He could feel himself grow hard instantly due to the look of lust that was being returned to him.

“Even during the masquerade ball?” Y/N questioned as you sat up on her elbows to look at him. She could feel the long-haired male grab at the band of the shorts she wore. A devious grin on his face as he tugged the piece of clothing down her legs.

“Even during that silly ball.” He answered truthfully. “I would hope that you would have done the same,” He added.

“Hmm, maybe,” Y/N answered. “If I would have given you the real me and not BVBYGRL007, I’m afraid you would have been just like Toji.” Y/N let her body plop back down on the fluffiness of her mattress.

A shiver went down her spine when she felt Geto’s slender digits brush against her clothed cunt. Like clockwork, she’s squirming under his touch and the pressure he was pushing against her folds that were soaking through her panties. “But, I’m not like Toji. I’ve told you this before.” Geto’s voice was soft, like a feather. It put the woman at ease hearing him say that.

His hand tugged the woman’s panties down with ease. Her slick that decorated her folds was a glorious sight for the cam boy before he’s kneeling to be face to face with his next meal. Geto’s lips brushed against the inside of her thighs delicately. “I see you for you and I’m going to prove it to you.”

Y/N’s back arched off the mattress when she felt Geto’s kitten licks on her throbbing cunt. The feeling of his thumbs rubbing circles on her thighs as he devoured her right then and there. The pornographic sound of him slurping up the wet mess she made turned the young woman on even more. If she squirmed under his insolence touch, Geto only tugged her further on his face. Y/N knew he was good with his mouth. She could tell by the way he would kiss her. His kisses were passionate yet rough at the same time. He had a way to make her melt when he kissed her but also claim so much assertiveness. Obviously, he would be the same way when he eats pussy.

Y/N’s fingers grasped at the soft sheets below her body as she felt Geto’s tongue flicker over the sensitive bud. Each time he indulged in being in between her thighs, his name erupted from the back of her throat like a raspy whisper. Y/N’s fingers grasp his long black hair before she grinds her hips against his face eagerly. Her orgasm was right in front of her until Geto pulled away from her drooling cunt. His lips skimmed against the inside of her brown thighs before fulling standing back up. Her sweet essence decorates his face before’s he let his tongue glide across his lips tasting the remaining taste of Y/N on his lips.

The only thing that could be heard in Y/N’s room was her whimpers of desperation. She glanced up at Geto with so much adoration in her house. Perhaps it was because she was in love, or maybe it was the way he was in between her legs. Her lips parted slightly to release a gasp when she felt the pad of his index and middle finger rub at her clit. Her hands instantly went down to stop the intoxicating touch in between her thighs. Clasping on Geto’s wrist to stop the movement because she was so close to becoming a cumming mess. However, that didn’t stop Geto’s circular motions on her clit. He moved so delicately until Y/N was quivering under his touch and finally let out a moan of pleasure. Her toes curled in pleasure as her orgasm finally waivered over her body. Her back plopped down on her mattress as she was trying to regain her composure with a quickness.

Y/N eyes landed on Geto who had removed the black hair tie from his wrist and placed it in between his teeth as he collected his long strands of hair. The young woman knew that when it came to having sex with him, he never was satisfied with just one round. He needed more. He needs to have you to fucked out that you were seeing stars and only the vision of his cock bullying its way into your tight cunt.

“We’re not done yet,” He commented through gritted teeth with the hair tie still in between them. He finally put his hair into a quick bun.

Sometimes when Geto was in the moment during sex, he preferred for his hair to be tied up. Although his other sexual affairs would coo how hot it was when his hair would be all in his face when he would be balls deep inside them, he liked when he could see it. Particularly, the way Y/N’s pussy swallow him whole with ease or the way she had the most adorable face when she was about to cum. He loved it all. He soon took off his clothes, letting them decorate the floor alongside Y/N’s panties and shorts before he’s climbing back onto the bed to take comfort on top of the woman. He could feel his heart beating in his chest as he looked down at Y/N.

“Just put it in already Suguru,” Y/N whined as her hips seem to buck against Geto’s boner, she could feel him poking at her thighs.

Geto chuckled as he placed a kiss on her lips. The kiss was so heated as Y/N could feel Geto guide his cock against her wet folds. She let out a moan in his mouth as she felt her slick coat his cock with ease before he was finally bottoming down inside her. She broke the kiss instantly to moan. Her head falls in the fluffiness of the pillow appreciating the wonderful feeling of Geto’s thrusts. Her eyes fluttered close enjoying the feeling of Geto’s cock kissing that one spot that caused her toes to curl and for her to moan out his name more.

With each cry of passion through Geto’s passionate shoves inside Y/N’s walls, Y/N was so close to cumming. Her tears decorated her lash line. There weren’t tears of pain or sorrow, but passion. Both of their emotions were bursting completely out at the moment and she knew that Geto felt the same way also.

“Look at me.” Geto urged as he was on top of Y/N. His callous hands shoved her thighs apart just to feel closer to her. He wanted to make sure she felt every feeling of his ardent thrusts. “Look at me, Y/N.” He urged again. His words rolled off his tongue softly and sultry which instantly caused Y/N to open her eyes.

When Geto's eyes met hers, he couldn’t help but give her a smirk. It was a marvelous sight of seeing the way she looked at him like this. Her orbs expanded in pure ecstasy with each rock of his hips. Geto could feel her vibrate under him, knowing that she was close to unraveling right below him. His right hand that was grasping at Y/N’s thigh was removed.

Y/N watched as Geto brought his hand up to his mouth. She watched closely as his tongue wet his index and middle finger before his hand disappeared in between their sweat-coated bodies. When Y/N felt his fingers rub at her clit, it sent an electric feeling down her spine. Her eyes lollies in the back of her hand while her hands pull Geto’s body even closer.

“Look at me Y/N,” Geto repeated. His fingers rubbed in a circular motion and his hips didn’t stop. “Let’s come together, okay? But keep your eyes on.”

Y/N would nod frantically before she begged for him to keep going. The heated sensation was bubbling in the pit of her stomach. Geto was so close to letting his walls come crumbling down, just by the way his toned chest was heaving upwards and downwards. Profanity words stung his tongue with each one that rolled off of it. His left hand that wasn’t paying close attention to Y/N’s throbbing clit gripped at the flesh of her thighs.

“Fuck, you feel so good. I’m about cum,” Geto groaned out.

“Me too.” Y/N moaned out. Her fingernails dug into the flesh of Geto’s limbs.

In just a snap of a finger, both of them were a cumming mess. The explosive moment as Geto’s thrusts became sloppy as he was cumming at the feeling of Y/N fluttering around his cock. His grunts of her name were like music to her ears while her legs were slowly becoming a bowl of fresh Jell-O. When she felt his body collapse next to his, Y/N could only let out a dreamy sigh. Her body rolled over instantly to cuddle against Geto’s body.

“Y/N?” Geto questioned.

Y/N lifted her head off his chest to stare at him. “Yes?” Her eyes looked at him with calmness.

“I love you.” Geto blurted out. “Before you make some corny joke, I’m being dead serious. I’m in love with you.”

Y/N was so taken back by his words, but her plump lips parted to speak until Geto’s cellphone started to ring. Geto let out an annoyed sigh before he’s fishing for his phone on the floor where his pile of clothes was at. He answered his phone as Y/N clawed her way away from him. Geto’s eyes followed her with each step she took. She went to pull her silk robe on as Geto was on the phone.

“Mr. Suguru, we may need your help with something.”

Geto recognized the voice of one of the agents working on Ayaki’s case. “You have who you want, what more do you want from me?”

“We want you to talk to her.”

“No. I don’t want to be in a room with her.” Geto responded.

“We want to get a confession out of her. We even tried to get her father to talk to her and she spitted in his face.” The agent responded.

“Why me though?” Geto asked. He noticed the look in Y/N’s eyes. He regretted even answering the phone interrupting such a vulnerable moment between him and Y/N.

“You know why Geto, you just don’t want to admit it.” The agent said before hanging out.

Y/N was collecting things to shower. Just as she was about to exit into the bathroom connected to her room, she turned to look at Geto before smiling at him.

“I love you too Suguru. I don’t think it’s safe for you to go talk to that madwoman, but I do want you to know that the feelings are mutual before you let that woman try to get into your mind.” Y/N said before she disappeared into the bathroom.

Geto had a grin on his face as he could hear the shower get turned on. He glanced at his phone seeing the lock screen picture of himself and Y/N. She was right, if he did this he couldn’t let Jules get into his head.

She was going to use Y/N to do just that and he had to be prepared for that.

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animeficsworld · 7 months

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Run Away

Geto Suguru x Reader

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"Why are you running away from me?" he asked as you moved out of his reach for the third time within the last couple of minutes.

"I'm not running. We knew from the beginning, I was born to be Gojo Satoru's wife. You knew that even before we met. Now that I am of age, I will marry him." each word hurt more than the one before. You wanted to collapse, everything inside you hurt.

"Do you love him?"

"Geto... You know this isn't about love."

"Do you love me?" you hesitated to answer that question.

"It doesn't matter."

"It does to me! You love me! Your parents died long ago, why are you so persistent to keep that promise?"

"It's not only about my parents. I am responsible for keeping my bloodline alive. My engagement to Gojo was determined long before."

"But you love me."

"My feelings have nothing to do with this."

"Satoru doesn't love you either. He said he would marry you but you will never be his wife. He even joked how you should marry me instead."

You didn't want to look at him. You refused. You knew it would make you waver.

"You left him, Geto. I can't. If I do too... it would break his heart."

"Do you think I care? I want you! I need you!"

"Stop it, please! What do you want me to say? That I love you? That I want to be with you? That I want to marry you, Suguru. Because I do. I truly do. But I can't."

"Of course you can. Run away with me." he said those words with such ease, it made you wonder if it really was that easy. "It is that easy."

"I can't." you whispered as he took a step closer to you, pulling you into his arms into a gentle hug. "Suguru... I do love you."

"I know." he leaned down and captured your lips in a small kiss. When he pulled back, you grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him in once more.

It only took him one second to lift you up.

But soon, the gravity of reality hit you.

"I can't." you said as you pushed him back, moving away from him. "Even if I love you. My destiny is not by your side."

"I'll find a way." he said, no, he promised as he turned to leave.

Just as he did the door behind you opened.

"Is the bride ready?"

You put on your best fake smile.

"I am."

Suguru walked away as he could hear the music play in the background and he knew, he lost you.

He wanted to scream, to yell and to kill.

He let his guard down and suddenly someone hugged him from behind.

The person moved as he looked at you.

"Quickly, before they see." you said as you grabbed his hand and began to run.

He heard people calling your name, he quickly scooped you up.

He smiled as he held you.

You were finally his.

You choose him.

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damn-stark · 9 months

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Chapter 1 Angelfish

Chapter 1 of Sugar

A/N- I hope you guys like it!

Warning- Swearing, angst? FLUFF, long chapter

Pairing- Suguru Geto x Gojo!fem-reader

Episode- Before episode 2x01

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What a pretty fish. Its scales are all black, even its little flappy things on its body are black. Its little fins are almost translucent, you’ve never seen one like it before, it’s beautiful, but…lonely.

What a lonely fish.

Not to worry though, you’ll give it company with a fish of your own making, made from your very own technique.

It’s easy to make from the water that already fills the tank, and it’s easy to control as if it were alive too.

The worry that the real fish won’t like it or pay attention does hit you, but luckily the black fish actually instantly grows curious, it spins around the fake fish before it swims away encouraging it to follow. So you make the fake fish move between the plants in the aquarium. It’s like they’re playing a game, and so as to keep up with it you very slowly shift to the left of the aquarium and tilt your head down to follow them with your eyes.

However, that’s when something else appears at the other side of the aquarium, a pair of dark brown eyes, almost dark like the beautiful black fish.

How curious.

There’s a nose too, thin lips, nice high and soft cheekbones, thin eyebrows on a pretty pale face. Albeit the eyes are the most intriguing, they’re easy to get lost into—But what if it’s a figment of your imagination?! Too much waiting for Satoru has driven you insane!

Thus you blink thinking the pair of eyes will vanish, but they’re still there, they’re still looking at you. Hm.

You slowly begin to tilt your head up and never once look away from the pair of dark eyes, nor do they look away. The pair of eyes mirrors your actions and slowly moves with you, managing to heighten your curiosity.

Thus you slowly move to the other side of the aquarium, making sure to stay hidden. And just like before, the other person moves with you. When you reach the right end of the aquarium you slowly walk past the tank as you straighten up and begin to see a tall man in the school uniform. He's very cute, very tall too! He has nice and soft looking black hair held back in a bun, and a strand of hair hanging over his face, adding to his attractiveness; it suits him.

Maybe you should say something…

Fuck, you can’t. Neither of you can, it’s like you’re starstruck.

“It was lonely,” you utter slowly. “I just gave it a friend.” You glance back at the tank and the fish is gone now, of course, you lost concentration so the fish ceases to exist.

“It ate the smaller fish,” he says back and slowly tucks his hands in his pockets.

“Oh,” you mouth as you nod slowly.

He doesn’t look so old. Or not much older than you. Hopefully, he’s at least a couple years older.

“I've never seen you here before,” he points out. “Do you need help?”

If he can help you find your brother then that would be perfect, he seems to have forgotten you were coming today!

“I’m just waiting for someone,” you respond nervously. “Satoru Gojo.”

The guy blinks and sighs. “Yeah, it’s like him to keep women waiting.”

A small chuckle escapes past your lips. “Yeah, I tell him he’ll never find anyone that way. He never listens to me.”

The guy lets out a soft breathless laugh that makes you smile down at the floor all bashfully. It’s kind of embarrassing.

“Have you seen him?” You ask him and slowly meet his gaze again. “He was supposed to be here, like thirty minutes ago.”

The guy scoffs and shakes his head. “Unbelievable.”

“Yeah,” you grumble. “Tell me about it.”

The guy points his head ahead. “I can take you to him if you want.”

You feel your eyes widen before you nod eagerly. “Yeah. Yeah. That would be nice, thank you….uh? What’s your name?”

The guy smiles a very nice and sweet smile. “Suguru Geto…” he swallows thickly and then redirects your question. “You?”

Geto? What? This guy is Satoru’s friend! This is his friend?!

“Oh my god,” you gasp and begin to grin. “You’re Satoru’s friend! He talks about you often, it’s so nice to finally meet you.” You smile wider. “I'm y/n. Y/N Gojo. Satoru is my older brother.”

Geto blinks in disbelief before he shows off a half grin. “Is that so?” He asks and pulls his hands out of his pockets. “You’re much different than what he’s described you to be.”

You scoff and raise a questioning brow. “That so?”

The guy laughs softly. “Don’t worry though, it’s all good things.”

“Yeah, sure, I’ll choose to believe you for the sake of my embarrassment.” You rebuttal teasingly. “Anyway,” you continue and swing to the side. “Will you take me to my brother? I have a few things I need to chew him out about.”

Geto nods and breaks from his spot to begin leading you down the hill. “I’ll join you too then,” he says.

You shake your head. “You’re being too nice. He’s your friend, and my brother. I can do it myself.”

Geto shrugs. “Sure I am, but it doesn’t mean I don't scold him as well.”

You giggle and nod slowly in comprehension. “Well I’ll thank you in advance then. You’ll be the only person to stand up with me against him.” The smile on your face falters. “He’s my parents golden child. The miracle and glory of the Gojo family.”

Geto hums softly. “I can imagine. So that means you didn’t inherit the Limited technique?” He asks as he guides you and steals a quick glance at you.

You shake your head. “Nah, I have an Elemental technique. I can use water, air, and the earth around me. I can conjure up fire and use it as well.” You look over at him and catch his gaze, you notice the curiosity written all over it. He doesn’t look bored, or like he wants to get rid of you fast, he looks intrigued by what you’re saying.

“Really?” He probes. “That must be very powerful. I mean, you’re not dependent on anything that can hold you back.”

“Well, conjuring up fire takes up a lot of energy,” you let him know. “It’s not around us all the time like water, air and dirt. And well…using the elements is heavy. Like a weight. They’re strong, you know.”

Geto nods. “I understand. So that fish then,” he smiles. “Hard?”

You hum and grin happily. “Hardly. Making beautiful things like that is my favorite thing. My favorite though is a fire dragon. Watch.” You stop walking and Geto follows suit and shifts around to face you. “Stick your hand out,” you command.

Geto looks hesitant but he slowly does as you say, letting you take a step closer to him to raise your hand and let your palm hover over his. “It won’t hurt,” you let him know and meet his gaze. “As long as you don’t touch it.”

Geto nods as he holds your gaze. You should’ve looked away right away but you let your gaze linger in his for a moment longer, unable to look away. As if captivated by his eyes.

“Okay,” you whisper, and exhale deeply as you lower his gaze to your hand whilst you touch into your ability that makes your palm begin to glow a bright furious red-orange color. The more energy you use, the deeper you touch into the abilities, and the more the hue spreads out, until it reaches the top of your fingers.

Geto finally looks away from your face and looks down at your glowing palm. As sparks come out of your palm his eyes widen, and his smile softens. Yet that smile then falls as awe overwhelms every single one of his emotions while the flames come out of your palm and slowly create a long dragon with a head, legs, horns and all.

The dragon proceeds to twirl in between the both of your palms before you make it circle around his hand and then spin it around the length of his arm until it’s flying above your heads. Geto doesn’t lose sight of it, and the awe once again lets a grin grow on his features.

“I can create element made creatures,” you interject softly. “By transferring my cursed energy into the elements.”

“Can you use the elements alone?” He asks and blinks to meet your gaze. “Or is creating creatures like more of a solid shot?”

You sigh. “Well it can go both ways, but as of now creating creatures is easier. I have yet to learn how to use the elements alone. They’re…a bit unexpected,” you share.

Geto smiles as he keeps his hand under yours, and you keep yours hovering under his even if the fire made dragon is elsewhere.

“Well,” he says. “I think it’s very impressive. Maybe six eyes and limited is pretty overrated.”

You laugh at his comment, and feel your heart skip a beat and your face slowly get warm. “Don’t let him hear you say that.”

“Let who hear what?” A new voice cuts in, surprising the both of you and making you lose concentration of what you had summoned. When you look to the right there he is, Satoru. Your fucking brother.

All the happiness you felt vanishes, and anger and annoyance takes it’s place as you see his smug face like he hadn’t just left your stranded.

“Y/N!” He greets excitedly and throws his arms out, expecting an embrace.

You clench your jaw and walk to him, you meet him halfway, but rather than embracing him you take the black fur hat off your head, revealing the white hair you inherited from your ever so loving family, and begin to hit him with the hat. “How could you do that to me,” you complain and hit him harder, hoping he’ll get annoyed or mad, but he begins to grin. He finds it amusing. “I was waiting for you Satoru!”

Said man raises his hands in the air and snickers. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I lost track of time.”

You push him back and throw the hat at his face, but he catches it and laughs.

“It’s not funny,” you whine. “You promised you’d show me around and accompany me today, Satoru.”

He sighs and drops his hand to his sides. “I’m here now,” he tilts his head down and you see his eyebrows furrowed slightly. “I see you’ve met Suguru Geto. I guess there’s no need for introductions then.”

You glance back at his friend and smile. You bat your eyelashes and step back beside Geto. “Yes, we met. He, unlike you was nice.” You smile at your brother sweetly, knowing him and his attempt to be protective of you.

“Uh-huh,” Satoru breathes out as he begins to push his shades up and nods stiffly. “Well!” He claps and squeezes his way between Geto and you. “Thank you so much Suguru!” He presses the fur hat on your head and then throws his arm around your shoulders. “I got this from here.” He begins to pull me away to continue on ahead.

Albeit you slip from his hold and turn on your heels to face Geto. “Why don’t you come with us, huh? Satoru is going to take me to my dorm to help me. And we might even get some training in! He wants to see how much I’ve grown with my technique, you can see more of what I can do too! Come.”

Geto’s eyes drift to your brother beside you, and stay there for a moment before he looks at you and offers you a tiny smile. “I’ll give you guys space. Maybe I’ll catch you guys training later.”

You sigh and actually feel kind of disappointed. You want to see more of him. He has such a cool way of speaking. “Hm, okay then,” you play it off cool. “Thank you for being kind.” You offer him a genuine smile. “For listening.”

Geto blinks and nods softly. “Yeah. It was nice to meet you, Y/N. I’ll see you later.” He turns, but before he begins to walk away he peers back and looks at Satoru. “Don’t leave her stranded again. Be good to her.”

A giddy smile spreads on your lips, and you can’t help but watch him walk away with awe.

“Tsk. Who does he think he is?” Satoru grumbles.

You snap my head back and glare at Satoru again. “You.” You point at him and stomp over to push him back again. “Why didn’t you at least text me?”

Satoru sighs and turns to continue walking towards the dorms. “I’m sorry! Really.”

You let out an annoyed sigh and quickly make sure to catch up to him. “It’s bad that our parents just left me at the door, basically throwing me out.” You complain in a voice that loses all the anger, a soft tone that finally expresses the sadness hidden behind the anger. “And then you…” you look down and fiddle with your fingers. “You don’t show up. I had to do everything on my own.”

“I’m sorry,” Satoru says again, softer this time. “Did you at least get to meet the other first years?” He asks.

You shake your head. “No. They were out, I think.” You shrug. “I met my teachers. Which by the way.” You look at him. “Why do they have such huge classes? There’s only three of us First Years.”

Satoru shrugs. “It looks nice? I mean that or get stuck in some stuffy office where you can see the teachers pores and smell their coffee breath.”

You giggle. “The principal had coffee and cigarette breath. It was disgusting.”

“Tell me about it.” He says and then ends the conversation in silence.

You’re still upset about what he did so you don’t try to speak to him, he notices and gets ahead of you to turn and face you instead as he continues to walk back. “I didn’t want to say anything,” he interjects, making you lift your gaze to look at him. “But!” He exclaims with a grin on his face. “I got you something. A welcome present.”

The corner of your lips begin to twitch to a smile as your eyes slightly widen. “What is it?” You ask him.

Satoru points back to the path. “It’s waiting in your dorm.”

You can’t help your smile from growing on your features, it seems he always knows how to turn you around. So without waiting a moment longer now that your excitement is pumping in your blood, you clap and encourage him. “Okay! I’ll beat ya there! It better be a good ass present!”

Without hesitation Satoru runs with you to your room, he of course ends up beating you there…but only by a few seconds.

“Okay,” he says as he blocks your door. “Close your eyes.”

You squeal and do as he says, letting him grab your arm so he can guide you inside once he opens the door to your room.

“I really hope I got this right,” he continues on, only getting you more excited. “Keep them closed,” he whispers as he slowly pulls you further inside the room. “Okay…and now open them.”

You don’t wait one second, you pull your eyes open, and there on your bed is a long black box with one single and beautiful word, ‘Chanel’. It’s hard to stay mad at him now, it’s impossible.

“Oh my god! Oh my god!” You mutter excitedly and run over to grab the box and open it.

Now you might just die. Oh my goodness! Black leather layered knee high boots from Chanel! The ones you wanted but didn’t get because they sold out. He paid attention. He’s a good brother!

You caress the boots with a bright grin before you then quickly turn and throw your arms around Satoru. “Thank you! Thank you!”

Satoru returns the embrace with gentle force. “See, I knew you’d like them. I hope they’re your size.”

You hug him a while longer before letting go and returning to the boots to check. And luckily they are the right size. You’re surprised he knew. “H-how did you get them?” You ask him as you take the boots out of their box.

“I scoured all of Japan,” he says and walks over to fall on your bed. “Besides uh, Mei-Mei helped me too. Which was a bit easier.”

You hum in comprehension and sit back on the bed to take off your shoe. “I got my uniform today too. Which, the boots shall look good with.”

Satoru grabs a pillow off the bed and hugs it against his chest. “Oh yeah? I’ll have to take a look at the whole thing later then.”

“Wait,” you interject and slowly turn your head to look at him with your shoe in hand. “You didn’t take these from any of those girls you like to talk to did you?” You narrow my gaze on him.

Satoru snickers and takes his shades off while he closes his eyes. “No. Trust me they don’t have such expensive taste. The only people who I’ve seen who have good taste is just you and me. It’s like they don’t know what good quality is.”

You smile with relief and continue to pull on the boot. “Yeah, then again not everyone comes from old rich families who kill evil curses for a fucking living—Sometimes I wish we could’ve been raised like the rich kids I see at the malls. They just live on without an actual worry, creating curses for us to exorcize.”

“Yeah, I suppose, but then again if we were normal we’d be boring,” he mutters lazily. “And the world wouldn’t be blessed with my amazing talents.”

You roll your eyes in annoyance and struggle to put the fucking boot on. But once you do, you end up falling back on the bed beside your brother.

Satoru slowly tilts his head to the side and opens his eyes to look at you with a judgmental look. You meet his gaze and beam at him as you raise your foot. “Look!” You exclaim and point to the boot. “It fits!”

Satoru closes his eyes again and sighs. “Good. It would’ve been a waste of money otherwise.”

You drop your leg and smile at the ceiling. “Thank you,” you say again. “You are forgiven too by the way.”

Satoru hums, but doesn’t respond. He keeps his eyes closed, letting you think that he’s had a long day, or he’s giving into the sleep he never actually fully gets.

“Your friend was nice by the way,” you let him know. “Very cute too.”

“Don’t talk about him like that,” he grumbles. “Actually, don't even look at him that way. He’s off limits to you.”

You bat your eyelashes. “Why? Does he have a girlfriend? Is he a player? That’d suck, I mean dealing with you is enough.”

Satoru’s face twists with annoyance. “No. I mean sure, girls like him, but he’s not like that. And you can’t like him because he’s my friend. Mine.”

You scoff. “What, do you like him or something?”

“No! He’s my friend, what if I started to like one of your friends?” He counters sassily.

You glare at him. “You did. And you went out with her! It’s because of you that we’re not friends anymore actually! She said I reminded her too much of you so we couldn’t be friends anymore.” You pout, and Satoru snickers—“Anyway. It’s not like I’m going out with the guy, he’s just cute.” You shrug sweetly. “And that bang really just adds—”

“Shut up,” Satoru cuts you off and slams the pillow on your face.

You groan and take the pillow to quickly sit up and hit him with it, but he’s already on feet. You hear his footsteps towards the door, so you quickly jump off the bed and charge at him. Satoru snickers and quickly opens the door to run out, he tries to slam it closed so you won’t catch him, but you kick it back and run after him.

Thankfully you catch up to him in the middle of the hall, and proceed to jump on his back.

“Get off psycho!” He laughs and tries to grab your face, but you use the pillow and press it against his face. “My hair! My hair!” He muffles and throws himself back on the floor, causing you to land on your back.

It hurts, and you lose the hold on the pillow, letting him easily get a hold of it. “No, no,” you chuckle breathlessly. “Don’t!” You flip around to your other side and sit up on your knees. “I’ll tell mom!”

“Snitch!” He exclaims and pushes himself up to his knees as well. “Moms not here. She doesn’t care anymore. Choose.”

You drag yourself back and shake your head. “No, it’s not fair anymore. You’re stronger than me.”

Satoru gets closer and lifts the pillow, but before he can hit you he lowers the pillow and looks back. You follow his line of gaze and see a pretty girl with short brown hair walking in.

“What are you guys doing?” She asks and sticks a cigarette stick inbetween her lips.

You quickly get up on your feet and shake your head. “Nothing.”

She must be Ieiri Shoko, the only other female student at Jujutsu High.

“You must be Leiri Shoko,” you say excitedly and ignore Satoru as he gets up. “I’m y/n Gojo.” You bow your head softly. “It’s nice meeting you.”

She gets closer but stops as she reaches Satoru’s side. “Likewise. It’s nice finally getting another female classmate. Hanging around boys all the dang time gets annoying.” She sticks her hand out and offers you a sweet smile.

You look at her and then at her hand and quickly shake it. “I hope we can be great friends. After all, we girls have to stick together.” You grin.

Shoko nods. “I absolutely agree.”

“Blah,” Satoru sticks his tongue out in disgust.

You pull your hand away from Shoko’s and look at him with annoyance.

“I’m surprised to see you here, Satoru,” Shoko tells your brother. “I thought you would’ve forgotten.”

“I couldn’t, It’s my little sister,” he mutters back.

You cross your arms over your chest and shoot him a pointed look. Albeit Satoru just smiles at you all innocent like.

“Anyway,” Shoko says and slides her eyes back to you. “Y/N, classes are over for today. Do you want to come to the arcade and then get something to eat? Nanami and Haibara are already there.”

You smile wider and nod without hesitation. “Yeah, that’d be cool. Let me just uh, change to different shoes.”

“Hey!” Satoru calls out as you turn around. “We were going to do something.”

You shrug nonchalantly as you head back to your room. “We can do it tomorrow.”

Satoru scoffs. “Fine. Let me grab Suguru and we’ll meet you girls by the entrance.”

“All right!” Shoko agrees. “Bring your money.”

Much of your life was spent away with your parents at the secluded mansion that was surrounded by green woods, by four tall walls. It could’ve been a lonely life, after all your parents hardly paid attention to you, it seems the servants that worked at the house were better parents. But that’s beside the point, if it wasn’t for Satoru life would’ve been incredibly boring and lonely.

Yet, having a brother did come with consequences. Much of your life was never spent in front of the eyes of your parents, you were always at the side, the afterthought. Much of your life you spent living in Satoru’s shadow. Satoru of course never tried to make it that way for you, but nothing could take away from what he was, special, a miracle.

It was only ever at the private school you want to that it was never the case. A lot of the time people liked to say ‘hey aren’t you Satoru’s little sister?’, but that never much bothered you because to non-sorcerer's all that you were was the rich kids, the weird kids with the white hair. He was never greater than you there. But now? Here at Jujutsu High?

It seems he’s not the only special one here. Sure he exceeds in the category considering his abilities, but here with Shoko and Geto, with your other fellow first years Nanami and Haibara, they won’t go out of their way to make you feel less than anyone. Here you’re the little sister sure, but as of now it doesn’t seem like you’re the afterthought. Here you feel fine with what you got dealt with.

Even if Satoru is still a pain in the ass.

“Hey, so I’ve been meaning to ask,” Haibara, a first year guy, interjects carefully. “Why did you come to Jujutsu High late?”

You look away from the screen and look at the kind looking boy. “Oh, I was abroad with my mom. I wanted to get here at the start of the year, but she didn’t plan it out right so it wouldn’t be possible.” You shrug and glance back at Geto playing against your brother. “You’ll have to catch me up on what I missed.” You flash Haibara a grin.

You then lean closer to the screen as you notice Geto is winning, but seeming to falter with the buttons. Which could lead to him to lose and for Haibara, Geto and you to pay for dinner.

You want to help badly, but you just begin to gnaw on your nails to keep quiet and watch him get excited.

Albeit it’s hard staying quiet, plus the level he’s on right now is one you do know, so before you could burst you yell out. “Down! Hit the down button!”

Geto does what you yell out and makes it past the obstacle that leads him to winning. He won.

“Yay!” You clap and then grab Haibara’s arm and shake him out of excitement; he laughs and interjects.

“Good job, Geto.”

Said man gets out of his chair and faces the both of you with a warm smile. A very nice warm smile. “Thanks y/n, you really saved me,” he says, causing you to smile softly. He then proceeds to lift his hand and leave it open for a high-five. It’s unexpected but you don’t leave him hanging or waiting, you let go of Haibara and high five Geto.

It shouldn't, but that does make butterflies flutter around in your stomach.

“We’re tied now,” Haibara points out. “Y/N, win this for us.”

You grin nervously and quickly rush over and slide inside the seat. Now you’re against Nanami, another fellow first year. Haibara says he’s a good player, but if you try you could beat him. So here goes nothing, all for Satoru’s money!

The game starts and right away you go ahead and begin pressing the buttons fiercely. Ahead of you you hear Nanami’s own buttons, but it doesn’t sound like he’s putting that much force against them like you. Which kind of frustrates you just over the thought that he thinks he’s gonna win this. But! Jokes on him because you’re going to win! You!

“Come on you got this, y/n,” Haibara cheers.

You slightly stick your tongue out and lean in a bit to get closer to the screen as you concentrate further on the game. And as the game progresses and gets close to the end it seems Nanami and you are neck to neck, causing you to grow more nervous and frustrated. You even stand out of your seat and basically slam on the buttons.

“Okay the last commands are a combination, up, right, down.” You hear Geto mutter in your ear, making you almost falter, but you don’t let his smooth voice distract you. Instead you listen and get ready. And when the last combination comes you do what he says and that ends the game, causing a screen to appear with ‘winner’ over it.

“We won!” You exclaim and spin around to high five Geto with both hands multiple times, as if instinct. “We won!” You jump and turn to high-five Haibara.

“Good job,” he says with a grin.

You get cocky and shrug. “What can I say? It was a team effort.”

Footsteps approach, so you twist around and see Satoru there with the other two beside him, frowning with disappointment.

“Oh,” you tease you’re brother. “What is that I hear? Tears of a loser?”

Satoru shakes his head. “I'm not crying.”

You press your hands on your hips and smirk at him. “We’ll see when we order our food.” You turn to face your team with a beaming grin. “Where should we go eat guys?”

Geto smiles too and begins to walk beside you as you walk past Satoru. “How about that nice Soba place down the street? I hear it’s a bit pricey but worth it.”

You grin wider. “Oh, I love Soba. Shoko, Nanami, what do you say? Since we won and I just got here, I say Satoru pays for all of us.”

“In that case soba doesn’t sound so bad,” Shoko plays along with Geto and you.

“That nice one down the street is good,” Nanami joins in with a nonchalant voice.

Satoru groans, but he doesn’t argue. You all end up at the restaurant soon thereafter, and after all the excitement, well, the Soba wasn’t so good, everyone agreed to that quietly, but hey! Satoru did pay so it was worth it! And it also turned out to be a nice hang out spot, there’s no pressure to get out, there’s couches and they even have, like, a cafe at the other side. And since no one wanted to go back to school yet you all stayed to hangout.

“So,” you bring up as you put your legs over your brothers. “I’ve had this kind of recurring thought. What do you guys think non-sorcerers think when they overhear us talking about techniques?”

“I got asked once if we were role playing,” Haibara interjects.

You smile in amusement.

“I got asked if I was talking about Pokémon,” Nanami adds. “Which doesn’t make sense whatsoever.”

“They probably just think we were crazy kids,” Shoko says as she lights her cigarette. “Which I don’t blame them, you guys are.”

Satoru scoffs and shares a speechless look with Geto, which makes the both of them snicker.

“Oh, I got one,” Haibara adds as he leans forward to get seen better by everyone. “If you weren't sorcerers what would you be doing? Like what’s your dream occupation?”

“That’s a nice question,” you tell him.

“I know mine,” Haibara continues. “I think I’d like to be a teacher.”

Geto offers him a gentle smile, and Shoko proceeds to answer as she throws her foot on the coffee table in front of you all. “I think I’d still like to be some kind of doctor. Perhaps not urgent care, but something calmer.”

“I can imagine you already.” Satoru cuts in with a half grin. “One minute in the emergency room, ten cigarettes in her mouth.”

You roll your eyes, and Geto and Satoru snicker amongst each other like a pair of girls, making Shoko then slam her foot on the rest of Satoru’s muffin.

“Oops,” she says and then goes back to relaxing.

She’s so cool!

“What about you Nanami?” Haibara asks.

You tilt your head back and see him shrug before he answers. “Maybe like some business man or something.”

“You should be a cop,” you suggest. “You got the demeanor for it.”

“Y/N’s right,” Haibara says sweetly. “I can totally see that.”

Nanami shrugs. “Eh.”

You grin in amusement to his nonchalant demeanor before you lower your head back down. Alas that’s when you see a piece of muffin getting dangled in your face.

“Foot muffin, want some?” Satoru says in a sing-song voice.

You throw his arm back and protest in disgust. “Ew get that away from me!”

Satoru grabs the piece with his other hand and keeps dangling it in front you, even as Shoko interjects again.

“I can totally see Geto being some kind of monk.”

“What no,” Satoru quickly responds. “What about all those girls after him?”

You finally push his hand away and sit up with a disgusted look on your face.

“Oh I’m sure you’d be more than happy to take them off my hands,” Geto counters.

Satoru winks.

“I think, I’d be a model,” you let everyone know before taking a sip of hot coco. “Something like that anyway. I think my white hair could get me far.”

“Oh, I see it, you totally got the face for a model.” Shoko agrees sweetly, making you beam at her—“and I think Satoru would be a bumpkin with daddy’s money, going from club to club.”

“I wouldn’t complain if I turned out to be a playboy millionaire,” he redirects smugly. “It’d mean people would be envious of me.”

You roll your eyes, and unknowingly Geto and you both groan at the same time. Neither of you say anything on the matter though, you just meet each other's gaze and share a small smile before you look away and grab your mug.

However, that’s when you come to find that its empty. When just before it had half of it still there.

“Satoru,” you whine. “What’s your problem?”

Your brother shrugs nonchalantly, making you groan in discontent before you get up. “I’m going to get more,” you let them all know as you jump over Shoko’s legs and make your way to the counter.

“I’m going to get more too,” you overhear Geto interject, making you smile all giddy like.

“Make it to go you two, we should go home,” Nanami says.

You throw a thumbs up as you reach the counter, and the nice worker quickly tends to me. As you’re about to pay someone interjects from behind you.

“I’ll get another cup of the same tea,” you recognize Geto order close behind you. “Make it in a to go cup please.”

“Will that be together?” The worker asks.

“Yes. I’ll pay.”

You drift your eyes to the corner and notice how close he is. You can feel his warmth now, it makes the butterflies once again flutter around inside you. Your face also begins to get all warm, and this time you grow stiff.

It��s a familiar feeling, but it’s never been so intense, never has it made you this nervous.

“Thank you,” you direct at him as the worker takes his money.

Geto looks down at you and smiles brighter. “No problem.”

He has very nice eyes. They’re soft and bright, full of life. You feel intimidated talking to him, but you build up the courage for your own sake.

“Here’s your change,” the worker cuts in.

Geto shakes his head. “Keep it.”

The worker bows their head and smiles softly. “Thank you, and your order will be ready at the end of the counter,” they let you both know.

Geto nods. “Thank you.”

We both turn and head down. The courage to talk falters, but you can’t have it be awkward, you’ll be classmates too so the atmosphere can’t be awkward. It’d kill you if it was.

“You never answered Haibara’s question,” you bring up. “What would you like to be if you weren’t here?”

Geto glances at you and then looks away and grabs his chin as he thinks. “Hm. Well…” he pauses and hums for a moment before he pulls his hand off his chin and looks at you again. “I think I’d be content helping people,” he says. “Regardless of what I don’t have.”

You smile softly at his answer. “Hm. I like that answer,” you answer honestly. “It’s very you.”

Geto chuckles. “Is it? How would you know that?”

You smirk. “I've got you figured out. Just by your smile,” you let him know.

“Give it to me then,” he probes.

You reach the counter and you lean back against an empty table. “Well, since you were scouted you had a choice to come to Jujutsu, so you chose to come to help the powerless, help those like the ones you were raised around. And your ego isn’t as big as my brothers.” You grin at him. “Did I get it right?”

Geto scoffs in amusement. “Well, that's the gist of it. Now you,” he points at you with his pinky finger as he grabs his chin and studies you. “You got thrown here with no other choice. You fought against it, you wanted to be something else, but your parents are strict, and you still want to make them proud even if you won’t admit it.”

Tsk.

“And you’re not afraid to be who you are because of all the attention they gave your brother,” Geto finishes.

You scoff and avert your gaze as you feel slightly exposed. “Well yeah. That’s it exactly, but,” you add and roll your head up to meet his gaze. “I don’t much mind being here. I like helping, I mean we got the abilites we did for a reason, so I think it’s best not to let it go to waste.”

Geto grins and nods softly. “Well,” he touches his chest. “I got to say I’m impressed. A girl after my own heart.”

Hm? What?

Damn. Your face is getting all hot. Why did he have to say that?

“Your drinks?” The worker interrupts, pulling your attention to them holding the cups with a sense of urgency on their face.

“Oh, sorry,” Geto apologizes and takes them from their hands.

When did they announce that they were out in the first place? Must’ve been when you were talking.

“Here,” Geto says and hands you your chocolate.

You offer him a shy smile and take the cup, managing to accidentally brush your fingers against his.

It’s such a small moment, it shouldn’t be thought about again, but you think about it. You think about his touch and how soft it was, how smooth his fingers are. You think about his hand and how big it is. Fuck.

“Thank you, again.” You utter and pull the cup back.

Geto smiles softly at you, and neither of you add anything. You intend to head back to your group but then a claw machine full of cute little plushies steals your attention.

“Oh, look! Let’s go get one!” Without waiting for a response you run over to the machine. You hastily set your cup down on the table nearby and take change out of your purse to quickly insert it in the slot.

Geto catches up, you can see his reflection getting bigger through the glass.

“Watch this,” you say smugly over your shoulder.

“Okay.”

You smirk and begin to move the claw to get a little squid, and without warning you use your cursed technique to manipulate the air inside the machine to move the little plushie towards the target.

“Uh, that’s cheating,” Geto points out.

“Is it?” You act innocently.

Nevertheless, even with help the plushie ends up sliding off the side when you drop it and stays inside the glass box. “What?” You whine. “No way! It’s so rigged!” You turn to face the guy beside you and see him try to stifle his laugh—“If you laugh I’ll bonk you on the side of the head.”

Geto clears his throat and begins to smirk. “Watch me,” he says and takes your place in front of the machine. “You have more coins?”

You nod and pull them out from your bag to insert them in for him. Geto then begins to move the claw and just like you did, he uses his own technique and summons small little spider curses to help him pull up a little pink dragon.

“Hey!” You exclaim. “Who’s cheating now?”

Geto blinks to meet your gaze and then shoots you a wink.

You roll your eyes and cross your arms over your chest and continue watching him regardless. And unlike you, his curses actually end up helping him win.

“Difference is I actually won,” Geto shows off as he bends down to collect the pink dragon.

You stick your tongue out and just collect your chocolate cup off the table.

“Wait,” he interjects.

“Come on you two!” Satoru calls out and waves you both over. “Let’s go!”

You acknowledge him but turn towards Geto first. That’s when you see him hold the pink dragon out towards you. “Here,” he says softly. “Keep it.”

You glance at the plushee and then at him cautiously. “Really?” You query.

Geto shoots you a soft smile and nods. “Yeah. It’s for you.”

You smile and take the plushee. Yet as you do you don’t pull it from his hand right away, nor does he pull his hand away. You both hold the pink dragon for a moment as you lose yourselves in each other's gazes.

You stay like that for a moment, for a moment that seems to last forever. It’s only until Satoru yells out, “let’s go!” That you take the pink dragon and you both scurry back to the group, and head back home together.

You might’ve come to Jujutsu High late but you’re glad you came.

——

*LATER*

What a way to end a day; a nice warm shower, a good cheesy romantic movie, and…there’s no food.

That bland Soba left you with an appetite—You should’ve gone to the cheaper restaurant, it would’ve been perfect there.

Too late now. Now it’s ramen time.

Maybe you should invite Shoko?

However, a knock raps on the door, piquing your interest. Maybe it’s Satoru?!

You lay the towel down on the desk chair and run over to open the door.

However, the moment you do open the door, suddenly something cold and smooth hits your face, catching you off guard and making you jump slightly.

A booming laugh proceeds to fill the hall, an utterly familiar one that lets you know that your brother is behind this wet thing covering your face.

Albeit another laugh soon joins in too, causing you to wipe the substance off your eyes to see. And the moment you can see again, there’s Suguru Geto beside Satoru. They're both laughing at the fact that you have whip cream on your fucking face.

“That’s for earlier!” Satoru proclaims.

Usually you would have reacted, gotten annoyed and countered his attack, but right now all you feel is embarrassment and disappointment. You don’t even say anything in return, or bother to look longer at either guy, you just turn around and slam the door closed.

So Suguru Geto is just like every other guy?

That’s good to know before you could be blindsided by him and that crush that was growing.

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Jujutsu Kaisen One Shot Kinktober

#31 Free space Halloween Party Collab Geto Suguru x Fem Reader

Collab details: Idea was made loserathend from twitter, artwork in the fic is theirs! I’m just writing the fic part.

CW: Alcohol use(they are sober when they do it) , Halloween Party, Hickeys, fingering, ass slapping, unprotected sex, Bathroom Sex.

You sighed walking into the party a bit annoyed that the person that was supposed to be dressed as the wolf to match your little red riding hood costume ended up being a no show. Everyone at the party looked to have a matching partner or group of friends except one person. Walking into the party you headed towards the drinks and there he stood. “Geto Suguru” the name popped into your head. Black button down shirt, three of the buttons undone, wolf ears, and a black collar. You couldn’t help but stare, shaking your head to stop as you didn’t want him to look your way and see you checking him out.

You were strangers or at least a stranger to him, you’ve seen him around campus but never spoke to him before as he didn’t have any classes with you. Or at least you didn’t think he did, maybe he lurked in the back while you always sat in the front of every lecture room.

Snapping out of your thoughts as you reached the coolers. Grabbing a can of coke pouring half into a solo cup, your hand going to grab the Hennessy but when your hand went to grab it you felt skin beneath it. Looking up you saw Geto’s face, quickly looking down at his hand and back up at his face “sorry” you quickly removed your hand. “No worries, coke and henny huh? Mind sharing the rest of your coke?” His low voice asked. “Yeah go ahead, I’ll grab another one later if you wanna split one again” you said, watching Geto pour the liquor into your cup before he poured some into his.

He wore a soft smile across his lips when he brought the cup to his lips. Raising a brow at your “whatcha looking at little red?” He asked, the question snapping you out of your staring, you hadn’t even realized you were staring. Your cheeks turning pink but luckily with all the colorful lights around you were sure Geto couldn’t see you were blushing.

“O-oh sorry haha zoned out. I like your costume, where’s your partner?” You asked, taking a sip of your drink. “Don’t have one, where’s yours?.”

“Ditched me I suppose.” You said, shrugging your shoulders.

“I see, well he missed out. You look cute, give me a spin” He said, he was partially joking but partially curious what the rest of your outfit looked like. “Hmm what’s in for me?” You teased. “I’ll let you be my partner for the costume contest” he said before taking another sip of his drink.

Putting your cup down onto the counter you twirled around. Should’ve held the skirt down with your hands because as soon as your spun you felt a cool breeze go across your ass making your eyes go wide and quickly hearing Geto start choking on his drink from laughter. “I- I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to flash you there” you quickly spit out before awkwardly laughing. “No no it’s ok just don’t spin like that on the stage, wouldn’t want anyone else seeing you like that.” Geto said, his eyes licking on yours.

You left your mouth agape trying to get words to come out but instead you just stood there. Your eyes not leaving his. He was so good looking how did he not have every woman here fawning over him. “I’m Geto Suguru, and you are?” He smirked.

“Y/n- y/n L/n” you sputtered. “Nice to meet you y/n, you go to school here or just going to random college parties? He swore he saw you around campus and in a few of his classes but his path really never crossed you close enough to speak to you but he knew he would make it a habit of his to talk to more after after this party. “I go here” you said, finishing off your drink and grabbing another coke popping it open. The buzz wasn’t strong but you were a bit of a light weight so one more drink would have you well off for a bit.

“Y/n L/n, a nice name. I like it”

Why did you name sound so good coming from his lips. I wonder what it would sound like when he mo- you thought to yourself putting your hand to your mouth to make sure you didn’t actually say that aloud.

The liquor was getting to you, a side effect of drinking for you was becoming a bit horny but you told yourself you’d behave tonight. Geto, feeling a bit tipsy asked you if you would go dance with him and of course you couldn’t say no. The remaining parts of the liquid courage taking over as you swayed your hips to the beat. The two of you kept a space between each other till you got a glimpse of a group of women staring at you, Geto saw them too and put his hands on your waist looking down at you “ignore em, they are just jealous”

“Wanna do something that will make them even more jealous” you seethed, one thing you hated the most was when people stared, they could be enjoying the party like everyone else but they simply had nothing better to do. “I like the way you think little red” Geto said. You wrapped your arms over his neck pulling his face down to your lips. It felt so natural your lips moving along each others as grins formed across both of your faces before pulling away. The heat between your legs becoming more unbearable as Geto left a trial of kisses down your cheek down to your neck. His tongue licking a stripe up from your collarbone, a soft gasp coming from your lips made him bite his inner cheek.

When he looked back at your face your pupils were blown black with lust, your cheeks pink and biting on your bottom lip. Gulping he felt his cock twitch in his pants, taking your wrist into his grasp he pulled you into the direction of any open room. Pulling you into a bathroom he slammed the door quickly locking it behind him “f-fuck the way you looked at me back there”. Geto said, placing his hands on your cheeks and pulling you into a kiss.

Parting your lips for his tongue, you two explored each others mouths, groans coming from Geto feeling your chest pressed against him as he deepened the kiss. Pulling off he went back to your neck kissing and sucking all over leaving behind small hickeys. His hands explored down your body, taking your ass into his hands and squeezing making you softly moan into his ear. He so badly wanted to hear you moan out his name but he didn’t want to start going to fast. “When you spun around like that I wanted to grab you away right there and then. You look so hot- So beautiful” Geto said in between kisses.

Picking you up, setting you on the counter you hissed at the feeling of the cold surface. “Let me know if you want to stop” Geto said, looking at you. You still clung to his neck making him smile at you. “No, keep going” You quickly replied. “Ok sweetheart, is it ok if I take this off?” He asked tugging on your bra. “wanna leave the hood on though”. Nodding your head his hands reached behind you, unclasping your bra and putting it off to the side.

His hands instantly going to holding them before tweaking your nipples, making you bite down on your lip. “G-geto” you moaned. There it was he thought to himself as his cock pressing against his pants hearing you. “Spread those pretty legs y/n”

Your panties were already soaked through, you did as he asked, he slipped your underwear off lifting the skirt up to rest his hands on your thighs before he took two fingers down to your cunt. “S-shit your already so wet. You’ve been turned on this whole time haven’t you?” Geto teased, coating his fingers in your juices as he ran them through your slit. His thumb resting on your clit before he put some pressure on it, rubbing in circles.

“Fuck” you moaned, your hands reached for his pants unbuttoning them before his free hand grabbed your hand softly. “Patience, I want to make sure your all ready for me before I take it out. Don’t want to hurt you” Geto said, letting go of your hand and resting his thumb below your chin pulling you into a kiss. His other hand continued to work on your clit, adding his two fingers inside pumping them slowly in and out of you. Your moans dying on his tongue as he felt your cunt clench around his fingers.

He groaned into the kiss, his fingers pumping into you faster and faster hooking them inside hitting your g spot. Pulling his lips off yours a string of saliva remained, a flow of curses leaving your mouth as your hands gripped at the counter “that’s it, let it all out. Think you are ready for me?” He quizzed, his hand resting on the waistband of his boxers. “Please” you whined.

Geto pulled you off the counter, turning you around pushing your skirt up and bending you over. Taking his cock out of his pants he gave it a few strokes before he tapped the tip against the tip, pre already leaking from it. “Wanna take a look before I put it inside of you” He asked, stroking it while he waited for your response. You looked back, your mouth hanging open by his size. He by far was the biggest you’ve been with, you worried it may hurt but you knew Geto was going to take his time.

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He rested his hand on your hip while the other aligned the tip with your cunts entrance. Inching into you he groaned at how tight you were, your hands gripping the counter turning your knuckles white. “F-fuck that’s just the tip isn’t it” you moaned, Geto hummed in response. Adding more of his cock into you, he kept it slow till he was inside finally bottoming out of you. He stayed still for a few minutes letting your body get used to him and allow your cunt to stop squeezing around him so tightly.

“Y/n I’m going to start moving okay? Tell me if I need to slow down got it?”

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as his both of his hands now rested on your hips. Pulling your ass back onto him. “G-geto you're so big” you said in between moans. “Feels like your pussy was made for me” he groaned.

His pace picking up as his hips started to slam into your ass. The sound of your bodies slapping together along with your loud moans filled the small space, he was pleased with how loud you were hoping that everyone outside that door could hear you. Or maybe the person you were supposed to be at the party with finally showed up and someone pointed them into the direction they saw you last. The idea alone making his cock twitch inside your cunt as the tip kissed the entrance of your cervix. Pulling another loud moan from your throat as you tried to look over your shoulder to see Geto.

He smirked at you before speaking “who’s making you feel this good y/n?” He grunted.

“Y-you Geto” you cried.

His thrusts slowed down trying to prolong the inevitable, but you weren’t having any part of that. You rocked yourself faster and faster on his cock, his hand gripping your ass as his fingers dug into the plush skin making you cry his name out. His other hand landed an open palm slap leaving a red print behind. Your cunt squeezed him tighter and tighter “gotta cum Geto” you pleaded. “Fuck- me too. He gripped your ass with one hand fucking himself into you faster till the pressure in your stomach burst your cunt palsatuing on his cock made him groan your name over and over again.

Pulling out he pressed his cock onto your ass cumming on it the rest dripped down his cock as it twitched in the air. Both of your chests heaved, catching your breath. He wiped your clean before shoving his cock back into his pants, he could’ve went for a round two but he could tell you were fucked out of your mind for another. Helping you get your bra back on he pecked your lips one more time smiling. “I’m glad you were my red riding hood. Do you want to get out of here? I’d like to take you out on a date”

It was like whiplash how he went back to being all sweet and innocent sounding right after he fucked your brains out. You nodded your head as he held onto your hand, opening the door and stepping out. His hand letting go of yours as he wrapped his arm around your waist helping you walk out of the party. “Sorry did I make your legs sore?” Geto said furrowing his brows. “Just a little bit but It’s okay. You- you felt really good” you sheeply said.

Geto bit the inside of his cheek, walking you to his car he opened the door for you and closed it once you were inside. “How does ramen sound? I know this really good spot to take you too” He said, starting his car. “Really good I’m starving” you said with a smile on your face.

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