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enkvyu · 9 months

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jjk characters as spiderman pt. one

part one featuring: satoru, suguru, shoko word count: ~3000 warnings: mentions of death, murder and grief. use of profanities. varied headcannon formatting and writing styles part two coming soon

gojo satoru

having spiderman as your boyfriend, is really annoying

sometimes you'll find yourself strolling down the street, peacefully doomscrolling through your phone, when your world flips upside down and gravity is taken from under your feet. only bundles of web keep you suspended in the air, and even your phone which had slipped from your hands, is webbed to the side of the building

blood rushes to your head, fuelling your anger and you have a feeling that you already know the suspect before spiderman shows himself, a certain swagger in his steps as he approaches you

"are you in trouble, random citizen? do you need to be saved?"

you want to curse him out and he knows it. so before you can open your mouth, gojo lifts the bottom of his mask and closes the distance between the two of you, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. that shuts you up every time

the bus creaks over the edge of the broken bridge, passengers huddled in corners or pressed up against the window in a means of escape. you usher the children out the door where strangers safely on the other side reach for them. a jarring abyss lays waiting in the gap below.

another creak, your hands fly out to find balance and you hear the screams of others reflected inside your head. the tremble in your fingers becomes harder to hide as the bus slides down, down, down, suspended only due to the front wheels clinging to the ragged edge of the road.

spiderman was late, and that mistake was all it’ll take for countless lives to stain his hands. but of course, your boyfriend was the one and only spiderman, and though you often rolled your eyes at his arrogance, it was there for a reason.

a sudden cheering tears your eyes away from the ledge, and your shoulders sag as a distant figure flies into view.

even in this moment, you can't help but laugh as he swings excessively over the site. it's almost like time stops when your eyes meet, and you see him through the white of his mask. eyes wide, was that a stammer in his swing? and suddenly he's coming towards you.

something flickers to your right, and you spot the prowler slashing his way towards you too. it must have been the widening of your eyes that gave it away as gojo turns his head and traces your gaze. the stammer in his swing is unmistakable now and with a weird feeling brewing in your stomach, you greet him.

gojo calls your name and you have to hush him before the sound gets too loud. “are you okay?”

“i’m fine, spiderman. none of us are harmed. everyone’s only terrified because the bus is about to fall into that weird blackhole thing, down there." his eyes follow your finger and he curses. "think you can do your job and save us?” you say when he doesn't immediately move.

gojo nods. his webs fly out from his wrists and ties the front of the bus to two poles on either side of the bridge. they wrap round and round and round once more, just to be safe. just as gojo is about to pull the bus up, the prowler drops onto the road.

you turn your head with spiderman and only the whispers of bystanders fill the scene.

“spiderman! long time no see.”

“this was your doing.” gojo grits out.

“think of it as a surprise gift. i wanted to return what you gave me.” the prowler lifts his hand and yanks at his right arm, pulling it clean off.

you shriek and hide your eyes with your hands, peeking between your fingers to see that the arm was mechanical.

“i needed a hand.” gojo retorts. “who knew you would come to my rescue. you didn’t need much convincing to show yourself to me, huh? this time for sure, i’ll get you.”

the prowler laughs and its the sound of death. “then lets see if you can catch me.”

he starts running off into the crowd of spectators, a path craved out for him without much effort. spiderman takes a single step forward, before turning back. you recognise the question in his eyes even before he has the chance to voice it.

“go!” you shout. “we’ve got it from here. the longer you stay here, the less time we’ll have to be safe. just go!”

gojo’s eyes show hesitance even through the mask, and for a second, you think he might stay.

his arm comes up, web shooting from his wrist to secure the bus even more to the edge of the bridge. fear makes your mouth dry but you manipulate it to show a smile anyway.

“be safe.” spiderman says. “i love—”

“just go!” you say over him, hoping the people around him didn't hear his last few words. “we’ll be okay, dummy.”

when spiderman leaves, you take in a sharp inhale before turning around. “everyone, come up one at a time! the bus won’t be falling anytime soon but we still have to hurry. get the children out first, here, take my hand!”

metres away, the prowler tumbles back as spiderman’s feet hit him square in the chest. “you followed me all the way out here, gojo? even though your girlfriend’s in danger?”

gojo swallows back the sour taste in his mouth. “she told me to come.” his webs pull him up high and he uses this to put power behind his next punch. “the only person you should worry about is yourself, getou.”

“where are your usual quips? you seem to be out of your element.” getou dances around gojo's moves with ease.

“if you have enough time to talk, then you have enough time to win. so show me what you’ve got.”

getou growls, digging his claws into the cement underneath and lifting it up, sending it straight up in the air. gojo easily swishes to the side, feeling the piece of earth skim his chest as it rushes past. letting the momentum turn him around, he spins and shoots webs at the prowler’s feet.

“you missed!” gojo taunts, jumping off a streetlamp as the prowler throws something at him again. again, he webs at the prowler.

“it wasn’t you i was aiming for.”

gojo lets the comment fall off his ears, diving between the prowler's legs to kick him across the back of his head. getou grunts, and tries to move only to find himself held in place.

“you’re done.” gojo says, dropping down to walk towards the prowler.

getou stays silent as gojo walks up, before jerking forward, stepping out of his boots to headbutt gojo. spiderman groans, clutching his head, giving getou enough time to run off. before he could give chase, he was already gone, now more nimble having discarded his armour.

the prowler has slipped from his fingers. again. gojo snarls, before sighing, he shakes off his regrets and attempts to clear his mind. no, he shouldn’t be focusing on this right now. right now, he just needed to make sure you were safe. turning back, he surveys the scene for something to swing on, to gain aptitude.

there were those two poles on either side of the bridge, from earlier. perhaps it was the dust he had kicked up, but he could no longer see them in the distance. something chilling fills his stomach, and he chooses to ignore it, aiming his wrists for the next best thing and slinging forward.

the crowd parts for him.

“where’s the bus?” he asks no one in particular. the bystanders whisper, but it isn’t an answer that leaves their tongue. gojo’s eyes take in the crumbled bridge, a large chunk of cement situated at the scene that wasn’t there before. with a gutting feeling, gojo peers over the edge of the bridge, straight at the black hole.

his grief is the city’s soundtrack for that night, ringing through the streets where he once kissed you.

getou suguru

being spiderman is so easy, getou thinks.

as he weaves through the jungle of tokyo skyscrapers, wind caressing his face through the latex, a true tranquillity washes over him. there was nothing quite like being a superhero, especially if you were as good as getou was at his job. and boy was getou good. in fact, he was so good that he wasn't even going to be late to your date.

being spiderman is so easy.

spiderman swings through the open window of his room and with a huff, yanks off his mask. his hair tumbles out, all fuzzled from the static and harboring small knots. getou smooths his troubled hair as best as he can, but gives up settles for finding a cap to shove over it instead, since he’s sure you would complain if he showed up in his current state.

getou spins around his room, whistling in haste, clicking off his web shooters and throwing them somewhere behind him.

the tune dies on his lips when he finds you sitting on the edge of his bed, phone forgotten in your hand.

you stare up at him like he's grown two heads. though, it might be more accurate to say that he grew two faces in that moment.

your initial surprise wears off and you jump at the opportunity to interrogate him. "getou? no, spiderman? are you spiderman? what am i saying, of course you are! you're spiderman! i just saw you swing into your room! you'd think spiderman would have better instincts than this."

at first, getou panics. his hands flail around frantically as if to wave away your questions, but it only fans the flames. eventually, he cracks. laughing, he holds you by the shoulders. "slow down! i can't answer all these questions if you don't let me."

you beam up at him and he remembers why he fell in love with you in the first place. "my boyfriend is spiderman." you reaffirm in wonder.

"and my girlfriend is the most incredible girl i know. who's going to let me change out of my dirty suit before you press me further."

"i was wondering what that smell was."

"i was fighting a sewer monster. you'll see him on the news soon enough."

"so this is where your large, inflated ego comes from. i was wondering where you got your confidence. if only i knew it was because you're spiderman! the spiderman!"

getou exhales a mix of a sigh and a chuckle. he’s almost tempted to think this was a blessing in disguise, for you to know and accept who he was. your eyes peering up at him, not seeing him anew, but seeing him whole. “okay, okay, enough. are you going to stick around to find out what spiderman’s body looks like underneath the suit too. or are you going to let me change by myself?”

for a lost moment, getou wonders why superheroes hide their identities.

spiderman’s hands yearn to grab onto you, the world like rushing water against his ears, fingertips stretched to their limit and he pleads in that moment that if you live, when you live, he'll never involve you with his spiderman side gig again. he’d been so thrilled to bring you along, take you soaring in the skies, sharing that intimate moment suspended between twilight and the city below, letting his most precious person join him in the joys of his world that differed so much from yours. he thought the world would explode in a million happy little pieces of confetti if he did so.

the ground breaks into view and getou sees you, backdropped against the incoming grey cement, and you see him, illuminated by the moon peeking through the steel bars of the watchtower, his mask ripped to show the vulnerable boy beneath.

he screams your name again but you can barely hear it, only making out the outline of his lips.

you've never felt the thrill of falling before, but you know you can't say the same for getou. spiderman practically lives in the air, caught between webs and the night sky. so you wonder why he looks the way he does, fear agape and swallowing his face, a raw kind of desperation that eats up every other facial feature and spitting out the ugly, worrying kind, when he’s in his element.

fingers touch fingers and with effort, spiderman reaches you.

the sudden rush of adrenaline leaves you gasping in his arms and you feel his breath mingling with yours. alive. you had felt the presence of the ground closing in on your neck seconds before his webs halted your descent, a single second late and you’d likely be dead.

the two of you huddle on the ground, holding tight on one another as if letting go would mean you'd never see each other again. getou lets go first, a shaky breath prefacing his words. you smile quietly at his concern, tracing his face with a shaky hand.

"thank god, i thought i would lose you—"

getou hears the bang of a gun before he sees it happen, your head lolled to the side until it thuds against his arm, a frozen smile on your face. he wonders briefly if the relief on your face was fate’s big, cruel joke, or if he should be happy that you had died thinking everything was going to be alright.

blood slowly leaks from the wound on your head. getou turns his head to the perpetrator and toji smiles back.

“a gun might not work on you, but it sure as hell would work on your girlfriend.”

when toji aims the gun next, getou ducks behind another pillar, his arms still holding you. the bullet hits the ground and a cloud of dust separates him and toji momentarily, and he takes the given second to look at you.

your eyes that once saw him, seeing nothing.

ieiri shoko

the news anchor reported that authorities had discovered webbed villains scattered throughout tokyo with several organs misplaced. they don’t want to jump to conclusions nor falsely accuse a certain web-related superhero, the anchor says, but they’d appreciate it if spiderwoman could confirm or deny any connections she may have with the current situation.

you turn away from the tv to shoko, the spiderwoman herself, as she lounges across the couch.

“what’s that about?” you ask.

your girlfriend pauses her game to look up at you. "it wasn't me. what would i do with organs anyway?" she says around the lollipop in her mouth, flicking it side to side to talk.

you think this is reasonable enough and let the topic drop. they were probably exaggerating anyway, that's what the news does best. shoko may not have the strongest moral compass, but suggesting that she was hoarding organs was extremely far-fetched, especially since she did a great job at ensuring tokyo’s safety.

huffing, you lean into her. "you could sue them for defamation."

"spiderwoman in court? wouldn't that be something. besides," she quickly gives you a clumsy kiss on the corner of your mouth and it tastes like raspberries. "you're the only one whose opinion i care for."

a comfortable silence stretches out between the two of you and you revel in the moment. it was rare to catch her away from her hero responsibilities, after all.

"what would you do if they were right though?"

you sit up and give her a level stare. "but they're wrong, right?"

"right. but if they weren't. hypothetically."

"shoko, where did you put the organs?"

“i hid them in your basement. what? you told me you never used it for anything. besides, i wanted to show you this interesting thing the human heart can do. where are you going? come back, i’m sorry, i’ll put them back!”

it was her potential that caught the eye of the spiderverse, an elite society of spidermen across the multiverses that ensured the stability of the cosmos. at first, shoko had been intrigued. different worlds, some so akin to her own but so unfamiliar at the same time, the endless opportunities and specimens and curiosities, shoko was enthralled.

though you weren’t on the need-to-know basis, shoko would whisper tales of her otherworldly adventures on late-night sleepovers and you both would giggle over the fantastical. it’s slightly bitter when she leaves for days on end, but you reassure yourself that it never exceeds a week, and that she’ll come back with a stolen souvenir and another world to share.

when shoko finds out you have to die, must die for the sake of the universe and all that exists beyond it, she feels conflicted. she could always reject the customs of the spiderverse, but the fantastical sights and infinite promises it held were all too tempting.

she’s forced to promise to not come in between the canonical event.

the decision breaks her. seeing you was no longer comforting. everything feels temporary, rearing to break apart and on nights she feels it the most, seeking momentary peace at the end of a burning stick despite your protests, she wonders if she could have fought harder. but it was choosing you or choosing the world and being spiderwoman meant she was capable of doing one, but not both.

eventually, shoko stays away. it happens like the flick of a switch, leaving earlier in the morning or denying the weekly movie night, or leaving your texts on delivered for weeks. and the entire time, you’re left in the dark.

shoko’s last selfish wish, she told herself, was to at least not see it happen. if she never saw it, never knew when it happened, then did it happen at all? so she fills her mind with thoughts of disgusting creatures and beating, pulsing hearts, of blurring villains and endless citizens in distress, and never of you.

but just like how she had never been one for rules, you weren’t one either. tracking her down, tracing her every move, you began to plot out her schedule on the rare occasions she’d come back to her world, to pick up a few clothes or to watch you through your window, never daring to come inside.

you feel triumph when you hop universes with her, unbeknownst to shoko’s knowledge. your feet dangle in a space not bound by time or gravity until they thud on unfamiliar soil. you’d made it, you think, you've successfully jumped through space all in the name of love. you did it even better than interstellar, even.

but someone once said: “there’s no curse more twisted than love.”

your naivety leads you to a battlefield, one on a scale that leaves shoko bleeding and panting, hand on knees, the other swiping a red streak across her mouth. just as she squeezes her eyes shut in the face of an incoming fatal blow, you jump in between

her eyes shake as you lie in her arms. battle rages on as spiderpeople from various universes come to her rescue, but the noise and clatter tunes out and a hollowness fills the void.

your hand comes up to rub the red mark on her cheek, but the force behind the gesture is weak and losing strength by the second.

“why are you here?” shoko asks. she grabs your falling hand and presses it back on her cheek, giving you the strength to smear the blood. it only makes the spot messier though, rubbing over your hand and over hers.

“i love you.” you choke. “you never said it back before you went away.”

“you idiot. i love you, you don’t need me to say it back. you should already know.”

“then why did you leave me?”

“i didn’t choose to!”

you close your eyes as everything feels heavy. “can you tell me a story? of what you’ve up to without me?”

“i can’t.” she manages to say around a sob.

“shoko.”

“yeah?”

“you never took those organs out from my basement.”

“you could have cleared it away when i was gone.”

you smile despite yourself. “that would just have made your disappearance sadder. they reminded me of you.”

you can feel shoko’s body trembling underneath you. taking in a deep breath, and you have an inkling it might just be your last, you manage out a few more words. “i love you.”

but just like how she had left you without a goodbye months ago, you don’t hear whether she replies before you slip away.

as thank you for 100 followers and support on my previous posts !! i don't know why i keep writing angst when i can't even do it well, call it self-sabotage. i don't really have a fav from this post but megumi's that will be out on part two comes in close so look forward to that 🤍

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sagejin · 6 months

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Cold Nights

Suguru Geto x reader

ANGST

**CW: character death

Suguru Geto's hands are warm. They're rough, and welcoming, especially during cold nights.

When your walking though the campus, hand in hand, and your laughing at his lame jokes, chest full of warmth, you can't help but get lost in his image. His built form, long hair, warm smile. His beauty.

"You're beautiful," you tell him, love in your eyes, "The prettiest man on earth." He chuckles, "Don't let Satoru hear you, he'll throw a fit." You both laugh at the idea of Satoru pouting and grumpy.

You squeeze his hand, he squeezes it twice in return. The cold breeze that brushes past you, making you shiver. Of course, Suguru notices, and pulls you closer.

He's warm. Like a radiating heater. His body practically engulfs you, the cold leaving your body. You let go of his warm hand and place it on his waist, flush against his side.

You and Suguru.

Suguru and you.

Two lovely people on a cold, lovely night, side by side, warmth on warmth. Two lovely people deeply in love. Two lovely people who need each other on cold nights like this.

Cold nights where the darkness of being a sorcerer creeps up on you, strangling you from behind. Cold nights where the last thing you want to be is alone. So, as you bask in each other's company, the darkness far behind you as you make your way towards the light, you're happy you have Suguru by your side.

However, on a cold night like this, where your walking around alone, facing the cold breeze with no one to warm you, you wonder what it felt like in the past. You think, "How did it feel like to have him by my side?" You wonder what he would be doing on a cold night like this, would he still be walking with you, would he be cuddled up in bed, holding you?

You miss his warm hands, his warm body. You missed his warmth that scared all the darkness away. On cold nights like this you miss Suguru the most. You miss his built form, long hair, and warm smile.

You want to hold his hand again, press your self deep into his side. You want to get lost in his eyes, hold gently in your arms, and most of all, you just want to see him once more.

You miss him.

You so badly miss him.

It's been years since he died but on cold nights like this, when the breeze kisses your face, phantom feeling of his hand against yours, you vividly remember him.

You stop walking, taking a moment to absorb these intense feelings,

if only

if only I held him tighter

i should have

You sigh and continue your walk, the darkness of being a sorcerer following closely behind you.

On cold nights like this all you want is your Suguru.

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fraudkuna · 8 months

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your phone buzzes on the couch.

you barely spare it a glance before picking it up, fingers habitually swiping across to answer. your other hand flips through the book you were reading languidly, something about interior design. the images of couches and lamps does little to draw your attention, but your mind remains barely focused on the call when you say a lazy, “hello?”

"hey." getou says on the other end.

you almost drop the book in shock.

"getou?" you switch your phone to your dominant hand, leaning into the screen. "getou? you, why are you calling? i mean, how are you calling? i mean, where are you? tell me where you are and i'll come see you—"

he has the audacity to laugh through the phone. "i have a surprise for you."

last time getou surprised you, he had massacred an entire village and some. panic makes your blood run still and you freeze in your chair. "you're... coming back?"

"i said surprise, not miracle."

it's almost funny. you almost laugh. almost. instead, you swear at him. "fuck getou, where are you? i've been trying to find you, we all have! listen, you know i don't give a shit if you're a murderer just, let me see you? please?"

getou chuckles again, he takes his sweet time doing so. "sorry, you're just so easy to tease. i'm not coming back, i've found my place already and i'm not leaving it a second time."

hurt makes your heart ache. his voice was so soft, so at peace that you believe he was right. in his own, twisted way, he was right.

"okay." you mumble instead, drowning out your rebellious thoughts with spoken word. "okay. then, why did you call?"

"i told you, didn't i? i have a surprise."

"is it a good one?"

"what do you consider good?"

"not murdering a small town's worth of people." you say.

"then you'll like this." he continues onwards despite your targeted words. "because there's no killing people this time around. i found gojo hanging around shibuya."

"uh." your eyes sweep to the clock hanging in your dorm. it reads early afternoon.

you hadn't seen gojo all school day, but then again, that was the typical nowadays. yaga had gained the habit of flinging him out into mission after mission following getou's disappearance, whilst you yourself remained at the academy. you could only watch as he was wretched further and further away.

these day, it wasn't an understatement to say the pair of you barely talked.

still, you understood gojo well enough to know that he'd typically walk the streets of busy cities after each mission's success, letting the bustling atmosphere overwhelm his brain and muddle his thoughts.

"okay? fork in kitchen?" after another thought, you stand from your chair. "wait, you're with gojo? the two of you? together? and you're still alive?"

"not together, i'm watching him from a distance. you didn't tell me he ditched the glasses for a blindfold. i think he looked better wearing the conventional eyewear."

there is so much wrong with his sentences that it takes a few seconds for you to conjure up a response. "first of all, gojo didn't abandon his sunglasses. second of all, how would i let you know? you, you changed phone numbers! i couldn't contact you even if i tried! and i did! so much!"

getou winces at your loud volume. "okay, my bad. but i'm telling you, gojo is walking around shibuya with a blindfold on. and he seems taller now."

"are you sure that's gojo?"

a pause. "do you know another white haired sorcerer who'd walk into an otaku cafe without hesitation?"

"mei mei." you answer. "if the otaku cafe paid enough."

"i think i know what mei mei looks like to confidently say i am not stalking after her right now."

"if you were, i think people would call the cops on you."

"they'd realise this would be the least of my crimes." he laughs into the phone but stops after you don't join him. "too soon?"

"never again." you mutter, then wince. "should i, should i come meet you?"

this time, it's his turn to fall silent. then, softly, "yeah."

"okay." you nod at nothing, fumbling to grab your dorm keys on the way out. it doesn't matter though, because you forget to lock the door as you run out of your room. "okay, okay. i'm coming right now, okay? don't move please?"

again, getou laughs. "i'm not going anywhere this time."

getou has lied to you many times before. he would say things like, "i didn't eat your icecream!" or "i wasn't the one that drew that on your report" or even "i won't leave you" with a smile on his face. you'd eat up every word that left his mouth even if you noticed his grin would never reach his eyes. it was like a circus act, one clear, obvious lie and one desperate acceptance. it was dramatic irony and it was pitiful.

getou leans against the railing in the middle of shibuya.

he didn't lie this time.

"getou!" your legs hurry you over to him. though he turns his head and looks at you, something you once believed would be enough to settle the void in your heart, you realise it simply wasn't. you throw your arms around his neck and bury your nose into his shoulder. "oh my god."

he smells a little different, perhaps he changed cologne along with changing his moral compass, but with a little imagination and effort, he almost smells like your getou, the one you knew.

his arms snake around your back and he holds you close. "hey. i missed you." he says into your hair.

you choke. "then you, you should have let me come with you."

he pulls back first and doesn't reply. anger and something else makes you grasp at the fabric of his sleeve but he eases himself out of your grasp. "i saw gojo over there."

sniffling, you look in the direction of his finger. "huh?"

"we're here to see gojo, remember?"

no, he was here to see gojo. you were here to see him. regardless, you squint your eyes and survey the packed streets. "i don't see him."

getou leans in, voice closer to your ears. his finger sweeps the crowd before pausing on a very familiar figure.

yeah, that was definitely gojo.

"wow, you're right. he is wearing a blindfold."

"you didn't know about this?"

"he and i, uh, haven't really been talking."

getou just hums. "what is he doing?"

"did he, did he get a new phone?" you wonder, observing the sleek shiny device in his hands. you watch as gojo lifts the device up in the air, an universal gesture for getting signal. it seems to bear no fruit and he slumps down, pocketing the phone.

"that's what you're focused on? look at him! he's so much taller now!"

"i hear boys get their growth spurt around that age."

getou looks down at you. "i haven't yet."

you make a face, finding it difficult to look at him. "um, look! he's moving. should we tail him?"

"are you kidding, of course we should."

he grabs your hand and you jolt at the contact before he drags you into the crowds. people bump into you from all sides but getou guides you through.

"he's entering a library." getou tells you because you're too short to peer from above. "i didn't know gojo could read."

you snort, then apologise to the stranger you ran into. "of course he can. he's still a student after all.”

"barely. what's he doing going into a library though?"

"maybe he picked up reading?"

you both laugh at the ridiculous idea.

soon, the two of you find yourselves at the steps of the library. tall windows surround the building on all four sides, perfect for peering into its contents. getou ducks behind the bushes that ran around the library's exterior, pulling you down into a crouch beside him.

he glances over at you before reaching around, pulling you flushed up against his side. you look up with a start, warmth heating up your cheeks as stray strands of his hair tickles your face.

"look, he's actually picking out a book."

you spin around and refocus.

"time travel and its consequences." narrowing your eyes, you state the title. "that's what he's reading? isn't that too hefty for a starting point?"

getou jerks his head towards the door. "let's get a closer look."

you hiss, yanking your interconnected hand back down. "he'll see us!"

"then we can just confront him head on."

you stare at him like he'd just told you he killed another small village on the outskirts of japan. "do you have a death wish? is this what this is all about?"

"i still have things i want to do so no, this isn't a death wish."

"right." you say, disbelieving. "that's what i thought. but what other reason could you have to see gojo again? if you tell me you miss him i will stab you."

his voice turns low. "of course i miss him. i miss everyone at the academy."

his confession leaves you temporarily stunned. "you don't get to say that after you left us."

"i didn't have a choice." he finally says, and the fake smile he's been wearing this whole day melts away. there's that scary look in his eyes, the one you've never seen before up until the moment he left.

"you had a choice. you could have chosen to not leave us."

pain twists getou's features into something ugly. "it wasn't that simple."

"no? then explain it to me using baby terms. i'm sure i'll get it then."

he says your name like it might stop you. it doesn't.

“getou.”

he sighs and lets go of your hand, using it to pinch the brim of his nose. "i don't owe you an explanation."

heat rushes to your face once more, but it isn't overflowing love that surges through you. "are you serious? i'm your friend, isn't that enough?" then, quietly, when he doesn't reply. "i am, right?"

getou looks at you and whatever he sees breaks his heart. his eyes fall from yours, staring instead at your shoes. "i've never once considered you anything but."

"me too." you rush to grab onto his hesitance. "even now, i still think you're my friend. that sounded bad, i mean, no matter what. you'll always be my friend no matter what you choose to do."

when he looks up, he isn't as defeated as he sounds. there's a resolve that lines his eyes and hardens his gaze.

you've lost him, really and truly.

"getou—"

"getou?"

shock renders your body useless as gojo peeks around the bush. he looms over the two of you, the height of his hair making you peer upwards, bending your neck all the way back to hold him in one single frame. most notably, black fabric covers the top half of his face in place of a pair of glasses, and you suddenly miss seeing the weird blueness of his eyes.

"i didn't think i'd see little you today." he says.

getou's eye twitches. "little?"

"he's from the future." you deduce, remembering the book gojo had picked out earlier. "it's okay, i think you're pretty tall already."

gojo’s eyes falls on you. “you’re also shorter.”

“yeah? well, you grew up into a creep.”

“you wouldn’t say that if you knew what you look like in the future.”

“what? what do you mean? hey, don’t ignore me, answer my question!” you reach forward and grab onto gojo’s collar, hoping to shake an answer out of him when his lips remain sealed.

“what about me?”

you look back at getou.

“huh?”

“what do i look like in the future?”

no one says anything.

you place a delicate hand over your mouth at the silence.

it doesn’t look like gojo will answer, so getou drops the topic, shoving his hands into his pockets. “how long are you here for?”

“i don’t know.”

“how are you here?”

“a curse’s technique.”

getou looks at him sideways. "is this all you're going to say to me?"

gojo thinks for a second. “want to stop by an arcade whilst i’m still here?”

the idea appeals to you so you nod. you look over at getou and he shrugs too. “sure.”

“alright.”

the hazy atmosphere of the arcade embraces you in nostalgia. the slot machines lining the left wall, the neon lights blinking from the dance dance revolution device, the aggravated scream from losers and the cheers from winners, that was you once.

you don’t visit the arcade that much anymore.

gojo slides himself into one of those first person shooter games and jerks his head to signal getou into the opposing seat.

“you can’t beat me at psychological warfare so at least try and beat me at this.”

disbelief scrunches getou's face. "i always beat you in psychological warfare."

“what do you think?” gojo asks you. “who will you side with?”

you look between them, caught in the middle. with a sigh, you walk to stand behind getou’s seat. your fingers grip his shoulders to give him a massage. “don’t let me down.” you threaten.

he nods, solemn. “understood.”

of course, things never go in the direction you wish. your failures pile up one by one as the three of you rotate around game after game. you receive no wins, none of them, but with every attempt, gojo’s shoulders raise higher and higher in pride.

you stand behind a ping pong arcade machine.

“addicted to losing?” gojo taunts.

“my parents didn’t raise a quitter.”

“sometimes it’s better to cut your losses before they happen, you know.”

you ignore his smug words and hit start.

gojo starts and he slams his paddle into the moving object, momentum shooting it across the board in under a second. your eyes catch the movement, instincts jerking your hand to the right to block the incoming attempt.

getou leans over your shoulder to watch. “to your left.” he says, and you obey. the ball enters your goal from the right.

he laughs nervously as you glare at him. “my bad.”

“you shouldn’t take advice from someone who still hasn’t won against me once.” gojo says.

“show off.” you mutter, receiving the pong as it slides to your half of the table.

“im just giving you an example on how you can be better.”

getou watches as you lose again. frustration narrows your eyes and tenses your shoulders in a way he thinks is endearing. a smile would look better on your face, though. so he clears his throat. “am i dead in the future, gojo?”

gojo’s paddle shakes, narrowly missing the pong by millimeters. “you—” it slams against the back of the goal slot and breaks in two.

“i won!” you scream. your hands fly up in the air in a physical cheer, palms out to receive a high-five from getou. when the sense of victory fades, your arms droop down to your side.

getou catches them, a grin on his face. “yay!”

“yay.” you repeat, sparing gojo a glance. uncertainty shakes your voice.

“that’s playing dirty.” he says.

“what are you going to do about it?”

a fierce grin cuts across his face. “round two.”

round two never comes because the three of you are effectively kicked out of the arcade, something about ‘breaking the pong’ being ‘disastrous’ and their behaviour ‘was scaring away customers’. instead, you all settle for dropping by the nearest convenience store and buying icecream.

gojo hands getou the red one but the other boy only shakes his head. “i like the purple one now.”

it’s an easy switch so you take the red icepole from gojo’s hand and trade it for the purple one you had taken.

gojo opens his blue one wordlessly.

“so, when are you going back?” you ask him.

“the technique should run out in 24 hours.”

you check your watch. “it’s only been five and a bit hours, you still have ages to go.”

“no, i’ve been here since yesterday evening.”

“oh.”

getou kicks a rock on the ground and it flies uncontrollably from the tip of his shoe. “today was nice.”

“yeah.” gojo says with a grin and he offers out his popsicle. you lightly tap yours against his and wait for getou to do the same.

a pause, and then getou's smiling too. he holds out his icepole. "no hard feelings?"

gojo bumps his against it. "so many."

his expression falls, eye locked with something behind you.

you turn.

gojo, your gojo, stands isolated amongst workers returning from their nine to five jobs. there’s a bag hanging off his arm and your eyes notice the brand belongs to getou’s favourite bakery just down the road from here. the bag slides down his sleeve as he stands there.

time for round two, you think.

#getou x reader #getou x you #geto x reader #geto x you #getou angst #geto angst #geto suguru #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #gojo x you #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #satosugu #gojo angst

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rosekeu · 9 months

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heart to heart : s. getou

a/n: angst. hurt no comfort. it hurt to make this. inspired by anakin and padme. i feel like getou has so many parallels to anakin skywalker its crazy. working on a fic inspired by it. listen to heart to heart by mac demarco while reading!

sypnosis: the day will come when you wont be.

it was the middle of the day, and gojo had called you up for something regarding suguru. your sugu. you've been hearing the rumors about the murder of the village in some land far away from tokyo. it was a mission he was sent to.

you arrived at the location gojo told you about and you saw the scene unfolding. gojo and suguru standing about 10 feet apart having a discussion, the pain you saw in both of their eyes was apparent. you moved closer to hear what they were talking about.

that was when he noticed you.

standing there all pretty, he thought. suguru began to feel conflicted, a bit of guilt rising towards his chest. his heart.

it yearned for you. all of you.

you ran over to him, grabbing him by his soft hands. “what are you doing out here?” he asked, concern written all over his face. “did satoru call you?”

you nodded, intertwining his fingers with yours. “i was so worried about you. satoru, the higher ups, have told me terrible things.”

he stayed silent for a moment, the village he slaughtered clouded his mind. he knew it would be inevitable for you to find out. but he decided to indulge in your bliss. “what things?”

“they said you murdered a village…” your voice became a mere whisper, but he could hear you still. “they said you're a danger. a traitor.”

he released himself from your grip and one of his hands came up to cup your face, making you look up at him while the other entangled itself in your hair. although his eyes were empty, he still smiled at you. but it wasn't the same.

“they're trying to turn you against me.” he said, trying to make amends with the person he cared about most in this world.

“sugu.” right, he was your sugu. the guy you cuddled with every night. the one who told you about every flower and their meaning. the one you could come to every night if you had a bad day, and just needed someone. that was him. your sugu.

“satoru, he cares about us… about you.” you tried to make him see clearer. “he wants to help you please sugu. come back to us.” he looked at you, the air seemed to be getting thicker between him and you.

“come back to me.” you pleaded against him. tears swelling in your gloomy eyes and your hands gripped his sweater. “please!” you were begging him.

“i need you sugu!” you cried out, tears coming down harder like a waterfall.

and there it was. a lump in his throat.

a lump of doubt and uncertainty. you were his world. he was doing this for you, so you would be safe. the people he was trying to protect as jujutsu sorcerers were trying to kill the people he loved. he wanted justice, a perfect world for you.

“suguru. all i want is your love–”

“love won’t save you, y/n. if i keep going down this new path, you’ll be okay.”

“but at what cost? we’ll figure this out sugu. i promise, please.” he wanted you to come with him. he wanted you by his side forever. as if you were the oxygen he needed to breathe.

“you're a good person, don’t do this.” you tried to reason with your lover but it was pointless. he was set on his new goals. his newly carved future.

“i’m becoming stronger and together.” he paused thinking about what he was going to say. he wiped the tears coming down your face with his soft touch. “we can make a perfect world.”

your brows furrowed in confusion, what was he trying to say? “wha-”

“if we kill all non-sorcerers, there won't be any curses anymore. we’ll be free.”

free. you thought. becoming a jujutsu sorcerer was hard and freedom isn't on the list of things you have when you're a sorcerer. you stepped away from his touch. shocked at the words which were leaving his mouth. “i don't believe what you're saying. the higher ups were right. you've changed.”

he wasn't the man you knew before. the sweet, gentle and caring man you knew for years. the guy who couldn't seem to keep his eyes off you for one second. that wasn't him, anymore.

“i don't wanna hear anymore about the higher ups or satoru. they were wrong, you're just too blind to see it right now..”

“i don't know you anymore. suguru, you're breaking my heart. you're going down a path i can't follow.”

“because i'm leaving you both behind?” referring to you and satoru.

“because of what you've done. what you plan to do.” you stood your ground, a caring expression. you wanted him to come back home.

“stop and we’ll go home right now. just like it used to be. i love you!” you begged him to stay. and you reached for his hand but he pulled away this time.

“i can’t.” he said, back-faced towards you. hands now in his pockets. you stayed frozen in place. you were trying to reach him but he was so far gone. your sugu.

‘my love…’

#getou x reader #geto x reader #geto x you #geto suguru #getou suguru #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x you #jjk spoilers #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #getou angst #geto angst

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lum1nesc3nce · 7 months

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Jjk spoiler bro

satoru fans need to chill WE GETOU SUGURU LOVERS HAD IT WORSE!!!!!!! It sounds so corny to say BUFT NOTHINF HURTS MORE THAN TO SEE UR FAVOURITE SWEET CHARACTER TURN INTO A VILLAIN AND WHAT'S WRING WITH GEGE KILLIJG SATORU ON THE DEATH ANNIVERSARY OF SUGURU. KILLED MY MAN'S BSF AS HE WAS A BACKGROUND CHARACTER

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heartingeto · 6 months

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𝙈𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙏𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨

Summary: Who was to say, that he didn’t love you, how couldn’t he love you?

Genre:Fluff at the ending, Uhm..this took way longer than I anticipated, the writing and me uploading. Also the wrd count is like 8k I think..like the writing?? So sorrry!!

Warnings: NSFW, OFCCC FLUFF, DEMANDING, SQUIRTING, FINGERIN!! UHMM..Saliva trading??? CREAMPIE, virgin y/n soft dom getou, but he lightens up being submissive tooo, and I think that’s all, if I missed me summm..let me know!

It’s been two months since you and Suguru Getou been dating. Y’all two been spending time together but always as usual. Though ever since the encounter..with the two of y’all sometimes overplayed in your head. He haven’t made any moves since then, but…he’s been more grabbier. Touching you, not sexually but as a comfort feeling. Of course you didn’t mind it you rather enjoyed it, it was appealing. You was laying across your bed on your stomach, waiting for Uru to get done showering. In Particular your activity, you was drawing just to draw it was something you liked doing but it wasn’t goal wise. ‘Click’ was the sound the bathroom made , coming to realization he was out the shower. Turning around, you sat up facing him. The view was a sight to take in— water was still dripping, but towards his biceps. His frame made your thighs closed in..I’m sure he noticed and , his baby hairs were laid across his forehead.

Noticing you, he’d give a soft smile even chuckling in process . He always loved teasing you. It was intoxicating. You avoided your eyes from his laughter. “awwww, princess don’t be like that.” you took notice in his words, still budged to move or even look back in his direction. You guess he took upon..himself to force you cause you was suddenly faced with his palm grasping at your cheek. Noticing he had already hovered over you, you stared at him, and he had that same lazily smile..when you were sucking his P— oh no..now it’s playing in my head again. you saw the shift in Uru eyes…they looked like they wanted to…— I don’t know, devour me? You couldn’t really read his mind but hearing his voice fully caught your attention. “Mmmm…y/n watchu wanna do? Have anything in mind?” You just stared at him once more, of course you took his words in clearly he wanted me to do something? Have something planned? Then…, then you thought of it.

Your palms ran across his shoulders, and you noticed the sudden shiver he gave. Probably cause your doings were off guard? It didn’t matter, cause you was suddenly pulled in for a kiss… really— 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔…? It..? Would you actually let him..fuck you? You mean, you were ready but you knew you wanted this but you don’t know why you were getting way too over stimulated from the kiss that you two had shared. It was..rather..pleasant you could taste the aftermath toothpaste. Just from the kiss alone without any tongue included, but he must’ve read your mind cause..his warm tongue had made access within your mouth. It caused you to let out a minimum 𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒓 it seemed like he acknowledged it cause he firmly pressed his body against mine. You only wore one of his shirts , no 𝒃𝒓𝒂 just 𝑷𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔 you could already feel the heat in between your legs . You was feening for him…you..— you didn’t know your mind and body could get so adjusted to something so small, but oddly pleasurable.

He was just..sloppily letting his tongue do whatever it wanted, he was really dominating your mouth..all you could do was fidget underneath him. That was until he decided to pull away, he stared down at you, your pupils..wandered off..you forgot! He had a towel on only..you could make out something..his length. You quickly adjusted your look with a ‘’mmcht” sound and he looked puzzled cause you did just smack your lips. He paused for a moment, his voice seeping into the depths of my ears. “Smackin ya lips at me? Did i do sum wrong’?” You replied..”No…you didn’t do anything uru..I just want more.., more of you..please..?” You pleaded, your eyelashes baiting making a pouty expression. All he did was click his tongue and had a shitty eating grin on his face lifting himself off of you. Getou sat on the bed, his palms on each side of the mattress, he tilted his head at you.. you was..you knew your panties were becoming wetter. You could tell by the way your own body reacted. Even the slightest move made your legs close in..he noticed it you sure he did. He may not speak upon..but oh..he knows. The stare..that stare made you swallow , swallow harder than you anticipated you didn’t move..you couldn’t not if he told you to, and he did. He told you to move forward. “Cmmmre, take off my towel.” Is what he had said.

You being..well,you? He, he…. changed you. You weren't this, this submissive but you wouldn’t dare defile his words—..you grabbed on the edge of his towel and slowly slipped it off. He lifted up a little so it could slide off with that being a comply , his length..the brownish pretty length you saw for..you dunno how many times now. Yes, you were a virgin, but did that stop us from partaking in oral sex? No. You didn’t know what to do next, so you waited staring into his brown softened eyes. Really, Suguru was actually too good to you, one of the things you cherished about him you was lost in thought just to hear his husky voice..? “Mmm..alright, baby wan’ you to prove you want all of me, show me don’t be shy, lil girl.” That phrase made your heart, and your pumpum skip a beat..cause why did it have to affect you the way it did..? you gladly obliged , leaning down, you pleaded on both knees, the position. Slowly opened your mouth,you took his length in the tip, swirling your wet tongue around it..down here you could smell the musky yet…Dove + Men care scented all over him. He gave off a small grunt, his raven hair ; the strings pushing in front of his eyes whilst looking down at you, he used his left palm to rub in your curly natural hair he balled his fist into the locs, a firm settlement grip being placed.

“Y/N, play with that pussy for me, kay? While you use that pretty mouth of…., yours.” He struggled with the last part huh? Though..you inched your left palm towards your pumpum lifted up..your, well his shirt our shirt actually. You rubbed against your pumpum, teasing the fatness of the lips whilst softly letting out gentle voices.”Y/n focus on licking..or I’ll use that pretty throat lil girl.” You couldn’t help it..you were already becoming a mess and it was from his words. The phrase he used caused your mouth to open wider, you let your tongue stick out as far as it could and slurped all over his length..this time it sounded more like a soft moan that slipped past Getou lips. “Mmm..girl..stop the succin..I know this gon ya first time , but..you gon ride me. You can do that right.” It didn’t sound like a question..it was more..of a “I say, you deliver.” You stared at him through your watery eyelashes. You was too amused that the little suction you gave him came to a halt. He gritted his teeth in response from the light teasing but it seemed he didn’t mind. You slowly lifted up, along with our shirt we wore. Your milky, brownish breasts plopped out the size wasn’t too big or too small, it was great for a..

Yanno..? A tiddy fuck! He stared, he was drooling even his mouth was parted half way. You felt the grasp of Suguru’s hands around your frame. He pulled you on top of him, was he getting impatient..? Now, your chest pressed into his own one, and you felt the now arousal feeling within your chest, breasts? The nipples had hardened and he gave off a deep small chuckle, his hand going underneath your tubby tummy, just a lil stomach fat..but Suguru never mind such..you noticed he was palming your pumpum. A soft sound escaped from your vocals he exhaled softly, while staring deep into your darker brown orbs he held a soft sincere smile..how did he— you couldn’t really base it, you was too turned on to even..let your mind babble about such nonsense at this moment. He slid your panty to the side, it clenched down on your left ass cheek and his other hand had a grasp at it. Giving it a grip, he purposely made the cheek jiggle whilst he continually moved his fingers. “O-…ohhh..Uru, feels g-..good I thou-..thought I was gonna ride..?” He stared, one of his thin eyebrows raising..”Yeah..?” He continued moving his fingers, and you could hear the little sounds your pumpum gave..he didn’t stick them in..but you was already that wet..? you felt embarrassed. “Y/n..I’m not a bragger, but..you cannot.take.me. I have to stretch this puthy out.” The term he used for pussy..his voice made you lean into him but the hand that was playing with your ass cheek, pulled up to distance. “Stare at me girl.” Within that speech he slipped two fingers within your squelching hole that craved him so dearly.

You was moanin, panting even a little of drool seeped from the corners of your mouth, and he enjoyed every ounce of seeing you so..stuck. Even himself had a hard time. It was hard for a min now..but it was worth it. Each time your heat soaked up his abdomen or your soft voice escaped his length twitched he groaned along with ur sounds, he found..he found that particular spot— oh how his fingers worked like magic..no, they were magic. Fuck, it felt so good you was moving your hips, and he stared biting his bottom lip whilst leaning up in your ear. “Gonna cum? Make that fuccin puthy squirt, gonna make a mess baby?” Ohhhh..! His words pushed it, your walls clambered down he winced at the tightness he felt. You were cumming, even squirting while his fingers guided you through your high your legs trembled and voice felt or was..a little hitched. You felt throughout all the times he had fingered you..thus was the far best orgasm you reached, maybe cause you was so fucking horny. It seemed he couldn’t hold back, cause you felt yourself being lifted up hovering over him with that strength, well…he always had it.. you just didn’t know he could maybe pick you up..? You thought I guess muscles sometimes did mean everything.

On top of Uru, his angry length slapping against your pumpum. You flinched a little, then he directed it towards your twitching hole, it caused you to wince just a little and he held you tightly. He didn’t want you to run I guess. “Look baby, it’s gon hurt..you gon have to bare with me, I wanna feel you just as much..” was all he said..before getting a good angle at your needy hole, with yourself already stretching. One thrust, with a slam of your hips being downward, a sudden murmur whine had escaped your throat. Oh..the pain wasn't as bad..but it sure as hell was a stretch, it’s as if his fingers ain’t do any justice but just for him.. you’d take it. Slowly, he thrusted his hips meeting both of y’all’s crotches with each plap sound..for some reason your voice left those plump brownish lips of yours. Your juices also made it easier and he was a mess, his face the hue of his light painting. He had both of his palms on each side of your waist, his fingers sometimes fiddling with the stretch marks or he’d grab at your ass just to make it jiggle even though it did that on its own when it crashed into him. Y’all both were moaning, sweat dripping from your brown skin and his being included. He was in control..it’s been about a good 5 minutes and your pumpum was feeling better than before..oh so much better. The pain that was there left a good..stimulating feeling, a rosie feeling you couldn’t comprehend.

“Shitttttt…pussy so good gripping me like crazy..” His words held such a sultry to them, the way he said it..why was he so..fuckin..’ attractive. You remember what he said, so you arched your back a little..and you had a good idea, you were gonna ride him well. So you enchanted your speed, moving your hips up and down on his crotch…! “Uhffhmm, uru so g-..ggggoooood..” your mind felt clouded and you didn’t even notice how getou face expression look cause you began to have fun..you wanted to take over and he was the one letting out moans now..his palms moved upwards until they landed on both breast’s. Flicking at your nipples, you started to move your own hips in a circular motion..oh shit! Wanting to take advantage seem to fail..cause he was hitting that sweet spot..and your hips slowed down which made him notice. He didn’t like that, that you played with him , I mean of course he did! But he had to show you that..you can’t go against him during this kind of play. So he started thrusting his hips upwards while a sudden whiney sound slipped past your mouth..”A-..uhhhh!! Uru, please—“ He knew you was close, he was reaching his breaking point as well, he used his free hand to make your back arch against his chest. His thrust being a constant rapid pace and your pumpum was gushing like crazy even if you hadn’t come yet. The noises however,

they were like music to his ears, and he enjoyed every bit of it, he enjoyed everything about you that's what brought him the most satisfaction. Doing whatever that made you happy, “mmmm..pussy so wet,,, gonna cum?? Squirt that fuccin pussy all over this dicc, come on girl ride this shit.” Oh..! You were doing it, y’all was moving in sync and you were already squirting all over him..it wasn’t as if you hadn’t been delaying your orgasms..cause you was! You had little mid ones..but this! Was the peak, your hands was on the sides of the bed keeping yourself up. Uru roughly sloppily pull you into a tongue kiss session, his saliva trading with yours while he jitters, dumping his nut within your walls. He even lets his moans out within your mouth and it causes your walls to tighten such that he breaks the passionate kiss. Looking at you, he held you in a huggy position. “Fuckin love you Y/n you’ll forever be my baby, my princess, my joy my pride.” Your stomach and heart caught butterflies while his length poured the rest inside, and you felt the warmth you were sure some even split out, coating a ring of mixture fluids around his length. The sheets were soaked now but shit..staying like this a little longer wasn’t bad either. “Suguru..I love you tooo..we should wash up..” “mmmm…mmmm.., yeah we should.”

holsjsshehehey HOLY SHIT IM SORRY GUYS THIS WAS LONG BUT THIS THE LAST UHMM FIC WTV U WANNA CALL IT, if I made grammar mistakes sorrrry look I wanna have my own style , USING SORTA PUSSY AND DICK MAKES ME CRINGE BUT I RLLY LIKE THIS I HOPE YALL DID TOO.

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toji-bunny-girl · 2 years

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JJK MASTERLIST ᥫ᭡

♱ Toji Fushiguro

୨ thirst ୧

tits man!toji — mature toji breeding you — mature torturing him with smutty songs fighting noisy neighbours with your moans rough sex with Toji pussy inspection with Toji — mature

୨ thinking about… ୧

dearest!toji sugar baby!toji

୨ headcanon ୧

body analysis jealous reader with yandere

୨ imagines ୧

girl dad!Toji not your boyfriend but your lover Toji he’s your boyfriend yet you’re too shy to hold him 2 am thoughts of toji baby daddy!toji husband!toji soft!toji domestic!toji you’re a messy bride–to–be but you’re still his dom!Toji dom!Toji (2) yakuza!toji x stripper!reader

୨ drabbles ୧

Imagines By Your Side waking up by his side

୨ oneshot ୧

BET Grinch’s Bitch

♱ Gojo Satoru

୨ thinking about… ୧

boyfriend!gojo yandere!gojo

୨ headcanon ୧

body analysis jealous reader with yandere

୨ imagines ୧

dom!Gojo

୨ drabbles ୧

waking up by his side yandere bf!gojo Sa-To-Ru (yandere Gojo)

୨ oneshot ୧

Virgin Taste Santa’s Present

♱ Getou Suguru

୨ headcanon ୧

body analysis jealous reader with yandere

୨ drabbles ୧

waking up by his side

♱ Nanami Kento

୨ drabbles ୧

waking up by his side

♱ Ryomen Sukuna

୨ headcanon ୧

body analysis

♱ Itadori Yuuji

୨ headcanon ୧

jealous reader with yandere

୨ oneshot ୧

More The Merrier !! (itadori x reader x megumi) — mature

♱ Fushiguro Megumi

୨ headcanon ୧

jealous reader with yandere

୨ oneshot ୧

More The Merrier !! (itadori x reader x megumi) — mature

♱ Yuuta Okkotsu

୨ drabbles ୧

Comfort

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kaveehs · 10 months

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Same Old Mistakes — Getou Suguru

fem!reader, she/her pronouns used, wc ≈ 4.6k, angsty with comfort towards the end, previously established relationship, break up, reuniting with an ex, Shoko, Gojo, and Utahime mention, slightly suggestive, reader and gojo have a moment, use of alcohol/mention of getting drunk

synopsis: after the breakup of your long term relationship, you finally decide to go out with your friends. who knew it would lead you right back where you started?

a/n: this fic was originally for the ex's and oh's collab but the creator archived, but i still wanted to share it. it's a bit on the longer side for me but i had a lot of fun writing it!

It’s been 8 months.

The departure happened too quickly for you to realize what occurred, or what could have caused it. You couldn’t deny the fact that despite how long it’s been since you’d last seen your former lover Getou Suguru, you constantly thought of him.

Everything was perfect on the surface. Suguru was all you desired at the time, coming out of a long-term relationship. In a sense, you were broken pieces for Suguru to collect and bring back together ever so slowly. He was a gentle and understanding man, a sharp contrast from your previous relationship. It was seemingly that way for him too. He made you believe you were perfect in his eyes. You were everything he could’ve ever asked for. You were an angel to him, and he would never leave, until he finally did.

Your thoughts trailed you down a path of regrets. You wondered what you could have possibly done differently to still have him in your life. Groaning at the aching feeling in your head, you glanced over at the time on your phone. It was well past the time you would normally start your day at. You stumbled out of bed and into the bathroom you shared with your roommate Shoko.

“I was worried you wouldn’t get out of bed at all today,” Shoko sighed as she made her way upstairs. “Are you feeling ok?”

“It’s just been a long morning,” you yawned, starting the shower. This wasn't entirely a lie. You did have trouble sleeping the night prior and your thoughts kept you from getting out of bed longer than you had anticipated. Realistically, you could have pushed those thoughts aside and gotten yourself out of bed.

Shoko finally greeted you through the doorway of the bathroom. The first thing you took notice of was how much she had changed from how you pictured her. Her hair had gotten slightly longer than you remembered, although she still had the same sleepy eyes as always. You bit the inside of your cheek, disappointed in the little attention you were paying to the world around you during this time.

“You were thinking about Suguru again, weren’t you?” Shoko questioned you on the matter with her arms crossed. She’d always been an understanding person to those around her, and it was no different for you. She’d been able to read you like a book since you first met in high school.

“How’d you know,” you said in a tone heavy with sarcasm, despite knowing the answer was obvious.

“Because, that’s all you’ve been doing all this while, especially during these ‘long mornings’.” She had been right. She knew you all too well, especially during these trying times when your thoughts had consumed you. All you could really do was nod at her in a sorry sense of agreement before shutting the bathroom door. You undressed, wincing at the hot shower water hitting your skin.

“By the way,” Shoko announced from the other side of the door. Her voice sounded slightly distant, as if she was projecting her voice from the staircase of your shared apartment. “Satoru’s going to be here soon. He said he wanted to see you.”

Your eyes widened at your roommate's words. It had indeed been a long while since you had last seen each other, and due to the circumstances, you didn’t know if this was a good or bad thing. He was your former lover’s closest friend— Gojo Satoru. The thought of his carefree, snarky personality always made you roll your eyes.

“Why does he want to see me?” you shouted over the sound of the water hitting the shower floor.

“Didn’t say. Maybe it’s just been a while.” Shoko finally made it back downstairs. You rinsed your face with the now mild water, attempting to wash away the stress of this entire situation to no avail. You knew in your heart you had to face him eventually, and that time has definitely come now. You inhaled sharply, embracing your moment of solitude in the shower.

What reason could he possibly need to see me for you thought. Yes, it was inevitable eventually but why today of all days. You couldn’t stop yourself from thinking of the possibility that it could be regarding your ex. Around 6 months ago, a similar event did take place, but you never got to see him, as Shoko told him it probably wasn’t a good idea for your own sake. Before you knew it, you were already drying off, hearing distant chatter as you headed towards your room to get dressed.

“Not at all. I wouldn’t blame her for not wanting to show up,” you heard the male voice answer a former question as you stepped into the kitchen. As the two heard your footsteps, they looked up at you. Shoko’s eyes had slightly widened, however her calm composer hadn’t left her. Both of her elbows rested on the kitchen’s island while they both sat on bar stools. Gojo on the other hand had the widest smile on his face. “But something in me knew she would come around,” he said as you crossed your arms. You couldn’t help but smile as well. You all had finally reunited after such a long time. Almost all, you had to correct yourself in your head. Suguru was still absent.

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it,” you remarked, grabbing the free seat at the head of the table. These were the same spots you all used to sit in when everyone would come around. So much time had passed yet so many things stayed the same, you thought.

“Sure has been,” Satoru let out one of those overly exaggerated sighs that he always used to do. “Ieiri already filled me in on everything, so we can just pick up right where we left off.”

“What exactly did you say,” you looked over to Shoko. She could sense this question would come eventually.

“There wasn’t really much to say. It’s been the same old,” she shrugged. “We barely see each other for more than an hour a day despite living together.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” you uttered weakly. Her eyes were a little less stoic than before, and a little more sympathetic. Satoru’s smile had also faded at some point. They both hated seeing you like this, rather than your lively self.

“I think you deserve a night out,” he said, resting his cheek on his fist. “That’s actually why I came today.” A puzzled look emerged on your face. There’s no way he was being serious, right?

“You want to invite me out,” you asked in genuine surprise. Gojo nodded enthusiastically. “I appreciate the gesture, and I know why you’re doing it, considering everything, but I don’t know if I’d be up for it–”

“Unfortunately, I’m not going to let you pass on this too.” Shoko interrupted your speech. “I’ll be going to, so we’ll be there together. I think it would be helpful for both of us.” Despite her words, you knew she wasn’t actually going to force you to come with her. You could translate them into her just wanting to spend time with you again. The choice was ultimately yours.

It surprisingly didn’t take you much contemplation to make your decision. Shoko was right– you needed to get out of your own head and into the world again. This was the perfect opportunity to finally let the past go and extinguish the flame. You were going to make the most of all the time you lost in sorrow.

“I’ll go,” the other two smiled at hearing your voice in a positive light. “Where is this place we’re going anyway?”

“You’ll see,” Gojo replied, cheeky smile and all. Your face soured into an annoyed expression.

“You’re not actually going to keep it a surprise, Satoru. You know how much I hate those,” you whined.

“It’s probably just some club,” Shoko let out a breathy sigh. “It’s not like Satoru would be clever enough to plan anything better than that.”

“Yeah yeah,” all Gojo could do was roll his eyes and shake his head, indicating Shoko was actually assuming correctly. You laughed at your friends in front of you. It was just like the old times.

“I’ll come get you both at 11.” You took a look at time on your phone. Although it was hours away, you mentally prepared yourself for going out again.

Time only seemed to move faster than it normally would throughout the day. You spent the rest of the afternoon cooking while watching a show Shoko had thrown on. When evening came, Shoko read out the ‘don’t forget about tonight’ text she’d received from Gojo as you began to start doing your makeup with her for the outing.

“I don’t even think I have anything to wear anymore,” you croaked, looking over to Shoko who was putting on a silver necklace. “Maybe this was a bad idea.”

“I wouldn’t say it’s a bad idea at all. I’ll go into your room and pick something for you,” she softly smiled, before adjusting the necklace and settling down her hair. She walked out the bathroom and made it straight to your room. With your relationship with Shoko, you knew you could confide in her about your doubts and fears.

“I don’t know how or why I agreed to this,” you yelled out to her just loud enough for her to hear from your room. There was no response from her. You thought she was unable to hear you from where you were, so you just kept quiet and continued to put on your makeup. A few minutes went by before she came back and called out your name.

“This would look great on you, I remember when we went to buy this,” she held up a backless black top with a matching leather mini skirt. It was in all sense of the words club attire, something you couldn’t possibly see yourself wearing in the state that you’ve been in.

“I don’t want you to feel like you have to go out tonight, but I think it’ll be good for you,” Shoko started again, reaching her hands out to lend you the outfit. “The choice is all yours.” You nodded, accepting it into your hands.

“You know me, I’m just all wrapped up in my own head,” you giggled heartfeltly, setting the outfit down on your lap. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, Ieiri.”

“You’d lock yourself away forever, ‘cause unlike Satoru, you know I can’t convince you to do anything,” she smirked as she touched up her own makeup. “You look way too good tonight to shut yourself in though. Maybe I would’ve had to drag you.” You both bursted out into laughter. “I’ll meet you downstairs, he should be here soon.” Shoko stepped out of the bathroom.

You finished getting ready soon after, slipping on a pair of platform heels you spontaneously found in your closet. You heard the voices of Satoru and Ieiri, prompting you to hurry downstairs.

“I hope you guys weren't waiting for too long,” you uttered breathlessly after making it down the stairs. You looked up only to see the two smiling at you as if they hadn’t seen you in years. Shoko immediately engulfed you into an embrace, the smell of her perfume made you feel even more secure. It seemed as though Gojo’s eyes hadn’t left you either.

“Not at all,” she replied. “I was right about earlier, that you look way too good to shut yourself in.” You both chuckled as she let you go and made her way to the door that Gojo had opened. You couldn’t help but turn your attention to him.

“You’ve been staring at me with that look ever since I got down here, Satoru.”

“Because you look good,” he whispered just loud enough for you to hear. It was such a simple, off hand comment yet it made you almost freeze in your tracks. “I’m glad to have you back,” he continued as you both locked eyes. You couldn’t think of any words to say— all you could do is smile and roll your eyes at him as you walked out the door.

The ride there was filled with random chats and conversations. These two were incredible at keeping you at ease through this simple part of the night. When you had finally arrived at the club, you felt your nerves return to you like they never truly left. Shoko squeezed your hand in an effort to tell you things were going to be fine, this gesture helped alleviate the tension stored in your body.

You were granted entry with no problem— the bouncer seemingly took one glance at Gojo and let all three of you in. The bass of the music that blared through the speakers could be felt throughout the whole club. The strobe lights were almost blinding. Your grip on Shoko’s hand tightened as you squeezed through the crowd and to the bar.

“I think Utahime is here,” she leaned in so you could hear her better. “Want to say hi?” You hesitated for a bit. Like Gojo, it had been a long time since you had seen her, maybe even longer. It would be great to see her again, but you weren’t entirely sure if you were ready yet.

“Sure, I’ll come find you later,” you answered, taking a seat at the bar. She nodded, giving Gojo a stern look as if to say ‘Make sure she doesn’t overdo it’ as she turned and disappeared in the crowd.

“Sorry you’re on babysitting duty,” you joked after asking for a drink. Gojo was dressed in a fitted white button down with a window of his chest exposed, typical clubbing attire on his part. His rectangular blacked out frames rested on his nose bridge, although you could still see his eyes.

“Don’t be like that,” he laughed while receiving a drink from the bartender. You assumed it was his signature, seeing as he seemed to be a regular here. “It’s been such a long time, I could never get sick of seeing your face.” You turned your chair towards him, thanking him for getting you out the house tonight.

“Drinks are on me tonight,” he spoke again. “Just try not to drink too much, or Ieiri might actually kill me.”

Conversation seemed to flow so easily, as if there’d been no lost time between you two at all. The more you both drank, the more you talked about anything you possibly could. It was the first time your mind had been so free these past 8 months. Suguru hadn’t crossed your mind once while you listened to Gojo talk on and on. It felt amazing to finally focus on something else— more specifically on someone else for a change.

“Come, dance with me,” he suddenly leaned into your ear. You could feel a smirk develop against it as you got up and took his hand. He led you to the outskirts of the dance floor, further from everyone else. He made it easy to focus on him— the fresh smell of his cologne filled your senses as you kept your eyes solely on his tall frame. You found your body swaying to the natural flow of the music.

“I wish we’d done this sooner,” your soft voice made you wonder if he could hear you over the music. “I missed this.”

“I know,” he pulled your body closer to his. The smell of the alcohol you both had consumed earlier lingered on his lips. “I’ve missed you.” The smug grin on his face only grew more apparent when he witnessed your cute reaction to his words. Satoru had always been known as someone who was lightweight, but it was hard to tell if it was the drinks talking or if he really did mean what he said.

“Are you already drunk Satoru?” you furrowed your brows at him as your eyes traced his features. You even found yourself slurring on your own words while you questioned his sincerity. You slowed down your movements with the beat of the song, but also because he’d piqued your curiosity.

“Only a little tipsy,” he bluffed as his hand trailed over to your lower back. You looked down at his hand, then back to him as you felt your distance close in. His other hand trailed from your upper thigh to your waist. His touch left behind a satisfying sensation— it’d been so long since you felt another person’s hands on you like this. You truly had no room to think of anything else but him. Despite being as close as you were, bodies pressed against one another, you noticed he wasn’t looking down at you anymore— instead straight ahead. You didn’t pay much mind to it until you heard someone speak.

“You’re awfully handsy with her,” you heard a male voice from behind you. Sure, you were startled, however it wasn’t the suddenness that made you stop moving.

It was how familiar the voice sounded.

Everything from the tone to the pitch sounded familiar. You tried to ignore the details but you couldn’t. You knew exactly who was behind you.

“Suguru, you’re finally here,” Gojo confirmed your suspicions with the name. It was him. “I didn’t think you’d make it.” His voice was as casual as ever, as if he knew Suguru would be here and would see you. Your mind went back to the word ‘finally’ that he had said. Did he know this would happen? “I’ll give you two some space to talk, yeah?” There was no doubt in your mind now that he planned for this whole exchange to take place.

“How about we go somewhere quieter,” your thoughts were interrupted by the voice of your former lover while he reached out his hand for you to take. Of course, you were reluctant to take his hand and he knew this. You had every reason in the world not to after all, 8 months of no contact at all and suddenly he’s right in front of you again. Still, his eyes were just as convincing as they were when you were with him. You were hurt and confused, and your heart ached to take his hand. You needed answers, you thought as your hand met his ever so slowly. The familiar feeling of the warmth from his hand engulfed your own.

He led you astray to a private area, stumbling far enough to where the music became muffled and faded in the background. The area was dimly lit, however you were still able to make out the figure of the man in front of you clearly. Once you both stopped moving, you swiftly let go of his hand, sinking down into the booth in the room. He sat a ways away from you, however he rested his arm closest to you on top of the booth, right where your head was. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the predicament you were in.

"I didn't think you'd show up, let alone with Satoru," he remarked. You could feel his eyes staring down at you, but you didn’t look up into his eyes.

“Why does it matter,” you asserted, thinking back to the idea of Gojo planning out this whole event. Was Shoko aware? Was she in on it too? You subconsciously bit your inner cheek to prevent yourself from asking any more questions.

“Well, I wasn’t expecting to see you with him, bodies all pressed up against each other,” he voiced so matter-of-factly, which annoyed you to no end.

“Again, why does it matter? We’re not together anymore,” You sat up a bit, feeling his stationary hand brush against the back of your head when you did.

“So you’re with Satoru now?” his question sounded more like a statement.

“No,” you scoffed, your eyes finally met his. “I haven’t seen him in like six months, so your jealousy is pointless.” The expression of relief on his face baffled you. Truly, why did he care so much about whatever you decide to do after the break up.

“It matters because he’s a good friend of mine, or did you forget that,” he analyzed you with a smirk growing on his face.

“I guess I have selective memory.”

“You’re the same as always, as stubborn as ever.” A chuckle erupted from his lips as you shot him a nasty glare. His whole demeanor confused you– he was as calm and collected as ever despite your obvious disdain towards him. He was just like this in the past too, always maintaining a calm and gentle persona.

“I’ve missed you, you know,” his tone suddenly got softer and quieter as he fixed his eyes on you. His words were laced with a sweetness that was almost hypnotic, it didn’t waver even when you tried to pay him no attention whatsoever. However, opposite to the comforting nature of his words, they made your heart painfully swell.

“Cut the shit Suguru,” you bursted, turning your full body towards him. “If you really cared about me you wouldn’t have left the way you did. For the past 8 months my mind has been filled with nothing but you. So don’t tell me you miss me.” In the heat of the moment, tears released from your eyes, carrying the remnants of your mascara down your cheeks with them. You helplessly tried to wipe them away. It was pathetic for you to cry in front of him you thought, but you could practically feel the guilt permeating from him.

“Tell Satoru his plan was stupid,” you sniffled as you got up and attempted to make your way to the door. The feeling of warmth returned to your wrist, as you turned to see Getou got up and stopped you. His grip wasn’t firm at all, it would be easy for you to get out of it with minimal effort– you just couldn’t bring yourself to do so. You stayed unmoving as he wrapped his arms around you, but this action triggered your tears to start again. Your head was buried in his chest as you silently sobbed, your arms laid limp at your side– too emotionally exhausted to even react to him saying he was sorry. “I hate that I missed you so much,” you weakly mumbled as you felt one of his hands caress your head in an effort to console you.

You shouldn’t be doing this— shouldn’t be here with him right now at this moment. You thought the flame that was once lit between you two had been permanently extinguished, but his touch ignited the spark all over again. You shouldn’t still love his touch the way you do. You shouldn’t still love him the way you do.

“I’ve already made an unforgivable mistake when leaving you once. I can’t let myself repeat that and let you go home by yourself in this state. Let me at least drop you at your place.”

Your conscience knew being dropped off by him was the best decision for you. Slowly pushing yourself away from his chest, you nodded as you took his hand yet again. He led you outside the club, into the now rain-filled night. The light from the moon illuminated his silhouette as he rushed you to his car. By the time you made it to his passenger seat, you were both slightly drenched from the rain. Only the patter of the rain could be heard throughout the ride, soothing you as your eyes slowly shut.

You woke up in the comfort of your bed, dressed up in a pair of your pajamas. The time of day was way later than you anticipated, unsurprising for how much you had drank last night. From the moment you opened your eyes, your head began throbbing. This is probably what Shoko wanted you to avoid– a nasty hangover. Stumbling out of bed, you immediately made your way down to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

“Why would you plan something like that and not tell me first? Imagine how bad that could have been for her,” you heard the voice of Shoko say. When you fully opened your eyes, you saw her, Gojo, and Getou all seated by the kitchen’s island table. They were too wrapped up in your conversation to realize you were there until you sat at the table with your glass of water.

“My head is killing me,” you groaned as the three looked over to you, startled by your sudden presence.

“Thanks for not doing the one thing I asked of you, Satoru,” Shoko mumbled. He threw his arms up defensively while utterly a slew of apologies. Being honest, you couldn’t be mad at him for it, as you were fully aware of how much you were drinking.

Getou sat across from you at the other side of the table. Neither of you said anything, or more or less looked at each other. The other two fell silent as they noticed this. Gojo gave Shoko the all knowing ‘we should let them talk it out’ look, to which she complied. “We’ll be back,” she said, her tone filled with annoyance. They both left out the front door.

The silence returned as soon as it left. Maybe you were both contemplating what to say first, tiptoeing around what would have been the most important topic of discussion— the feeling of you both missing each other.

“Did you sleep okay?” He was the first to speak. You hummed, nodding your head.

“Did you stay the night?” He nodded as you nonchalantly tapped on your glass of water. You both still didn’t have the heart to look at each other.

“I’m sorry,” he confessed. You looked up at him as he sat up.

“For what?” You weren’t trying to be snarky with your response. There was so much he could possibly be apologizing for, so you didn’t know exactly what to say.

“For everything. You don’t have to forgive me, but I am sorry.” His eyes were ridden with extreme guilt.

“A simple ‘I’m sorry’ isn’t going to fix everything. I just want to know why you did it,” you retorted as you crossed your arms.

“I felt like I wasn’t enough for you,” he explained. “I wasn’t sure I could continue giving you the love you deserved in the state I was in, and I didn’t want to hurt you, but that’s exactly what I ended up doing. In hindsight, I should have talked it out with you.” His perspective saddened you a bit, as you didn’t see the faults he saw in himself. You were happy as long as you were both together.

“I didn’t know you felt that way,” you answered in response. Quiet filled the room yet again as you both became drowned in your thoughts, long enough for Gojo and Shoko to return. They both didn’t say anything, but you could feel Gojo’s eyes stare at you in anticipation.

“I don’t want to give you the satisfaction of thinking your plan worked,” you rolled your eyes as you broke the silence. “Wanting us to be okay again is asking for a lot.” Your words caused a chain reaction of laughter starting with Gojo.

Even though you did mean what you said, you couldn’t help but enjoy this fleeting moment where everything seemed to be normal again. It was going to take a while for the group to return to this, maybe even forever. Yet with whatever happens, you hoped it would always be the four of you, together.

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shisnhou · 2 years

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very suggestive content!

under the influence

it‘s a chilly evening. the wind is whispering its nightly lullaby, while the stars are slowly lighting up the city. you‘re standing in the balcony, glass of wine in hand, whereas your boyfriend has his usual cigar between his lips.

you‘ve always wondered what the smoke would taste like on your lips. although you aren‘t one for smoking, your curiosity just tends to pique a lot.

so you tend to turn to your boyfriend, geto suguru, and ask him all the things you‘re curious about his habit.

"babe," you turn to him, quirking a brow as you eye the lit stick between his lips. "do your lungs not burn after taking a drag?"

geto looks at you, then back down at his stick before he puffs out a white fog. "not really. i‘ve gotten used to it." he hums, taking your wine glass and drinking from it. "why?"

you hum in return, shrugging your shoulders as you look far into the distance. "seeing you smoking has got me intrigued. i‘ve never smoked before, nor have i ever tried it."

this isn‘t new information to him. he already knows that you‘ve not once touched a lit cigarette in your life. he isn‘t against it, in fact, he finds it bewildering that someone like you—who‘s not into smoke— is someone with him—who‘s never seen without the cancer stick hanging between his lips—.

"well, if you‘re so curious," lowly, he reaches in for his pocket and grabs the last stick he has. you eye him and smile. "here."

you shake your head and place his hand back into his pocket. "that‘s your last stick."

geto simply shrugs his shoulder and looks at you with a lazy smile. "if it‘s for you, i don‘t mind."

you can‘t help but roll your eyes at him, chuckling as you take a sip of your wine. "thank you, but i‘m not into it. i just wanted to try and feel what the smoke is like when it‘s in me for once in my life."

at your words an idea pops into your boyfriend‘s head. "yeah? you want to try what it‘s like?" he asks, intrigued but also almost eagerly.

"mhm, kinda."

his smile becomes wider at that.

geto tips your chin, forcing your eyes and his to meet. he smiles lazily and inches closer to your face. "you sure you want to try it?" he asks.

you have no idea what he‘s about to do, but you figure it must be one of his stupid yet hot ideas. as much as you know that he could be doing one of the dumbest things ever, you‘re still going to fall through with it; because it‘s him, your boyfriend, the love of your life, geto suguru.

you nod and he smiles once again, bending down and whispering into your ear. "close your eyes," he says in a husky voice.

you do as told, quietly listening to whatever is happening. all you hear is him taking one long exhale before his lips are pressed against yours.

geto‘s deft fingers are holding your cheeks softly to open your mouth as he passes something on to you. you moan lowly, feeling his tongue wrapping around yours before he pulls back and smirks at you.

"exhale, baby." is his order. you follow strictly and blow out the smoke from your mouth. white fog fills the air as he watches you with hazed eyes. he licks his lips and takes a short drag from his stick before he nears you and slowly blows near your face.

through the fog, you see his eyes clouding with lust as he holds you close to him. "how did that feel? good?"

you‘ve truly never been one for smoking, but god forbid would you be on your knees just to do that again.

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akugyu · 2 years

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i wanna be yours — satosugu x reader

⇨ synopsis : ❛ . . . in your final year of college, your friends get fed up with the ongoing rivalry between you, satoru, and his boyfriend— will they finally kiss and make up?

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starrysamu · 8 months

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2:03 am —

“you can come back to me when you’re ready.”

he doesn’t think he’ll ever be ready. there are times he thinks he should find his way back to you for his own sanity, so when he crawls into the empty side of the bed - his side of the bed - he knows you've already been waiting.

even if he was finally ready, he has nothing to offer you, nothing left to give.

your fingers find your way to his cheek, moonlight reflecting in his dark eyes.

“suguru.”

he hadn’t realized he was holding his breath.

your thumb brushes against his cheekbone and goosebumps line his neck, running down to the tips of his fingers. there is nothing more familiar to him than your touch.

breathe.

he exhales. how long has it been since he’s felt the air in his lungs? how long has he been holding his breath?

his stomach wrenches. he thinks that maybe if he had stayed that night, next to you, things may have turned out alright. he thinks he wouldn’t feel the sickening twist of his heart right now, as he lays here next to you.

he thinks he could’ve been happy.

his arm finds its way to your flesh, wrapping around your waist. his fingers tremble, delicately resting over the small of your back.

words coat his throat like cough syrup - words that feel like tar against the roof of his mouth, keeping his lips shut tight. words that he should say aloud, that he wants to say aloud. words that he keeps to himself.

he kisses you, long and hard. he kisses you to make sure you're still next to him, to make sure you're still his home. he kisses you until you have forgotten to breathe.

he kisses you to ground himself.

words have always been better left unspoken.

your arms stretch into an empty bed when the sunlight pours in. every bone sinks deep into the mattress as doubt crawls up your skin.

had you imagined it?

you reach for the sticky note plastered on your nightstand.

“i’ll be back.”

you’re not sure how long he’ll take this time.

#getou x reader #getou angst #getou x you #'if one thing had been different would eveything have been different?'#i am listening to cinnamon girl by ldr .... needed to do something about that!

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sunelia · 8 months

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GETO X READER : MEMORIES OF US

hi! i’m kinda nervous lol first time i share something here i hope you guys enjoy it!

pairings: geto suguru x fem!reader

cw: female reader - mentions of death - character death - blood - angst - sad ending

synopsis: finally returning home after some time away living outside the country, you decide to come back and unpack your things until you find a box filled with memories inside, memories of who once was the love of your life. He was no longer by your side, and you constantly wondered why your heart was still his and if you were given a chance to see him one last time.

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You dropped your suitcase on the floor, exhausted by the trip. It was 10 pm on a winter night and you were finally back in your tiny apartment you were proud to call home. The urge to curl up in your bed was tempting, but you had to freshen up before you could unpack all your things and start anew.

After a long relaxing shower, you put on comfy pajamas and start to tidy up your stuff in your drawers. Your arms were numb from folding your clothes, while your stomach began to make noises. It was time to eat. You hadn't eaten since your flight, but it was late and you didn't have time to run any errands, plus you were tired. Luckily for you, you had instant noodles in your kitchen. By the time you let the noodles cook in the hot water, you had prepared a little space on your couch where you could enjoy them. You turn on the TV and select the first channel you see, leaving it as a background noise.

As you get up to fetch your meal, you come across the small wood table in which where was a box covered by a little bit of dust, cute stickers and a Polaroid sticking out of it. You instantly knew what was inside and couldn’t stop your hand from reaching for it. You take the box and place it on your couch then set off to get your noodles. Back on your couch, the smell and steam of the noodles fills your nose as the moon illuminates the room with a bath of light. You take a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself and blow the lid of the box before opening it. You take and turn the Polaroid over so that the photo is hidden. Inside the box were notes from your high school friends, a collection of interchangeable erasers in the shape of animals or people, and a bunch of other Polaroids. Pictures of you and your friends in all sorts of situations, but also photos of him, smiling next to you. You take a short break, eat your noodles, and realize you've opened Pandora's box.

You lie down on the sofa and take the photo you turned over a few minutes earlier. It was the most meaningful photo of the two of you you kept everyday on your phone and you remembered exactly how you'd put it back in the box that afternoon when he broke up with you, tears streaming down your cheeks. Since that day, you hadn't touched it again.

You take the photo in your hand and plunge years back in time to that day when you were ice skating. It was your way of expressing yourself, of sharing emotions that no words could describe. Geto always appreciated the way you danced, the fluidity and delicacy that emanated from your movements. When you started dating and throughout your relationship, you introduced him to your passion, even though he didn't really know how to stand on ice, he made the effort to enter your world. You spent many moments on ice, you were holding him back from falling, laughing to the point where your stomachs would hurt. It was a bubble the two of you shared and the best moments you spent with him. That photo was taken by the lovely rink cleaner, Geto was holding on your waist while you were making bunny ears behind his head, both of you enjoying the moment. He was looking at you with so much love. This was the hardest picture you possessed because it showed how intimate he was for you to open up about your world.

You let out a huge sigh and turn off the TV. The same pain you felt back years ago was still there. Even when you both parted ways, even when you left the country to grow strong and live a new life, it was still there. Your hand unconsciously stroked the photo as you realize your gesture. Despite all the anger and pain you felt towards him, you couldn't stop carrying him in your heart, wondering why he'd cut you out of his life the moment he felt so lonely, loosing his subtle smile, dark circles under his eyes. You wondered if he was well surrounded, if he had eaten, and sometimes you thought about being ever included in his true ideal. It was enough for your poor mind, you let the box remain opened as you started to walk in your bedroom, wiping your silent tears.

Morning came fast, you were still saddened by last night. As you walk past the sofa, you close the lid of the box.

“Nah! Not today sir” you mumbled.

Today’s plan was to go out to buy some groceries, and so you did, but you also had to meet someone. You were still close with old friends like Satoru Gojo. He was Geto’s most trusted friend and best companion. You both kept in touch after Geto left, and he wanted to see how you were doing. But deep down, you knew he was going to tell you something important. And so, here you are talking with him at the highest point of the park.

“How was life outside?” Gojo asks

“It was nice i guess? I mean it did change me. I needed to go somewhere else i couldn’t bear to stay here. But thanks to that, i learned more about occult energy and trained really hard. Sleep, training, work, it became my new routine. I was staying at my father’s family home so i could work and pay the rent for my apartment here because i knew i would eventually come back i can’t just simply run away.” you let out a fainted smile

He looks at you, “But something was missing” he tells.

You looked back at him, he could read you like an open book, there was no need to lie to him and to yourself — “You know who was missing Gojo and i think you miss him too.”

He didn't answer, but deep down you knew he was as affected as you were. You handed him a cookie — which he took gently, letting out a tiny smile.

A brief not-so-awkward silence moment falls between you two. The winter wind gently blows through your hair.

“I still don’t understand why he left so suddenly, i knew he was going through something, that his mind began to change, i was there when he talked about it, when he felt so tired of consuming this energy, the taste of curse and anger was unbearable. I tried to comfort him, to be the person he could lean on, i thought everything was going well between us but he still left everyone behind including you and me.” — You paused. Gojo was silent, he knew you had to get this off your chest. You carry on — “I can’t blame him, I didn’t know exactly how he felt and he couldn’t be stopped either, he had already made up his mind and the mass killing attack was one of the most shocking news i could have heard. Love is so complicated, he became who he is and i still can’t forget his face, how close we were, the sweet moments between us, the pinky promises we’ve made. You know, he leaved me in front of the ice rink…” You take a deep breath a sad smile covering your face — “His face looked hurt and we were both crying, i’d like to think he did it because he knew i wasn’t following him into this path that maybe he wouldn’t want me to change. He was genuine that’s all i know.”

Gojo looked at you, he had to tell you in the classy “gojo way” style what happened when you were away, he had to prepare you for the news he was about to tell.

“You know I’m a teacher right?” He says. You nodded. He talked briefly about him being a teacher and having special students in his class when you had i'm on the phone before. You wondered what he was going to tell you but you sensed something was not right.

“As i've told you before, i’m teaching all i can know to my students. One of them possesses something…well, he is cursed by theory by a powerful spirit. Geto came back for this sole reason when he heard about it and tried to persuade him to join his new world. I think he he's searching for something else and i guess it's linked to my student’s cursed spirit. Little guy refused and didn't understand what Geto desired. He then threatened to unleash a huge amount of curses on several locations at the sundown of December 24th.”

You were utterly speechless as you gazed intently at Gojo, astonished by the news. Geto was still alive, which reassured you, but hearing your friend confirm your doubts was harder. The information finally entered your mind as you realized and told him panicking —

“B-but today’s the 24th??”

"I apologize for not calling you sooner, but we must be ready to face him and when i heard you were coming back, i needed you to be be strong enough. He won't give up, and we both recognize that he is unstoppable".

You hated when Gojo was right. You've been wishing to see your past lover one last time, and that day is approaching faster than you thought.

“Let me go with you.” You answered

He hesitated a second,he knew you wanted to see him and he couldn't do that right after what he just told you. He then agreed. He takes you to his students and all the school’s exorcists, ready to fight Geto's cursed spirits and his team. The sun was about to set, the rays of light were almost no longer prominent. It was time. And so the Night Parade, a "war" began. You were with Gojo and the others the whole time while two of his student were somewhere else. After a long battle between Geto's allies and cursed spirits, Gojo realized that something was wrong and that the real battle wasn't here. He called out to you —

“If I'm not back in 20 minutes, come and join me at Tokyo Jujutsu High!” You nodded back in the middle of a fight. You were fighting as best as you can with your pole arm.

It has already been 20 minutes which meant you could finally join him in the battle. You run and jump throught the streets as fast as you can until you land in a silent alley. Blood stains were visible on the ground. A dangerous and difficult fight came to an end here. You arrived too late. You see Gojo far away and someone laying down on a wall, a severed arm laying next to the bleeding body. Not only that, but you knew who he was. Your body responded right away. You began to run until you were finally facing the man you loved.

Geto groans in pain and turns his head until he faces you and freezes of surprise. He couldn’t believe you were here, all changed, and more beautiful than ever. He thought you hated him when he broke up with you in front of your most meaningful place. He thought he did great by letting you go. Hurting you was the easiest way for him as he wanted to spare you from his new worldview.

You kneeled down, completely lost. You couldn’t believe that the cause of your rage, your suffering and also your love was on the verge of death.

“Not the best state and place to meet again don’t you think?” Geto tells with a fainted smile

You couldn’t hold the chuckle that left from your mouth. It seemed like anger and sorrows vanished instantly.

“I see that i still have my sense of humor.” he pauses “How are you?”

“I don’t know…you tell me. It’s kinda hard to meet someone you love in this situation you know?”

“I thought you hated me”

“I did…for some time, i think i wanted to hate you but i simply couldn’t.” — you continued, “You know, i still wished for a chance to meet you once again. I'm glad I got to see your face one last time, even though it wasn't under ideal circumstances..”

“My moral compass is broken. That would have been too selfish for me to keep you while i knew i would have hurt you one day, when i knew you disagreed with my thoughts.” — he tells you while his hand gently caresses your cheek. You hold onto his numb hand covered in blood. You were trying not to cry but you couldn’t stop the menacing tears that were already falling all over your face.

“I’m glad the stars gave me the opportunity to see you once again, y/n.”

“You were in pain, dealing with your own self and goals, and i really hope you’ll get to find what you wanted the most.” you cried

“I think i did” he smiled fondly at your figure

It was the same lovely smile you cherished dearly. The two of you sobbed. You both missed each other's presence. He tries to hug you but he’s in so much pain that it’s impossible for him to move. You lower down and hug him tightly, your face placed in the crook of his neck. His remaining arm brings you a tad closer to his bloody chest and the crimson puddle surrounding you, but you couldn’t care less. His hand strokes your hair and when your eyes meet he gently kisses you for the last time. It was a deep gesture that shared an infinite number of words and love.

Geto was becoming more and more unconscious, the blood never ceasing to emanate from his body. He knew he had to go, and you knew he had made up his mind. And so, he kissed your forehead and whispered “i love you” which you replied between two sobs “i love you too”.

This was Geto's final statement. His chest stopped moving, he was finally resting on your arms.

Gojo came from behind, his students were next to him. He saw the scene. He had to fight his best friend and that was a lot to take in for him too. You turn your head over him and nod to let him know Geto was no longer part of this world. He immediately understood your gesture and tried to smile back empathizing with you.

Coming back yesterday was the best decision you’ve made. You finally got your closure and a chance to move on. The stars listened to your request, you both were finally reunited one last time, united by destiny that day.

hope you had fun reading! (^_-) line divider Dodger blue by benkeibear

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ENOUGHHHH with the spiderman!jujutsu kaisen angst☹️☹️ spiderman!jjk with blackcat!reader when🙏🙏

i was gonna write a 4k oneshot for this but it was taking too long SO take this super short drabble (?) instead. i'll post the oneshot in a few days if i can finish it in time. thanks for the ask it was sm fun to write !!

6:26pm — getou suguru ;

you knock on the big red door in front of you, and dread the moment it opens. the rain slides down your costume and you rub a hand over your arms, cold.

everything felt odd. never in a million years did you ever imagine yourself waiting outside this suburban home, still in your supervillain attire, acting less like a feisty cat and more like a soggy stray. the comparison is enough to make you grimace. you can feel the usual flame of determination and confidence whimper under the crying skies and you think nothing could make this worse.

unfortunately for you, the person you least wanted to see in this moment opens the door, and their mouth drops open when they see you there, latex black costume still adorned, mask still on, water soaking you down to your bones.

"it isn't good to stare, spiderman." you manage to smirk.

getou closes his mouth with effort and sighs, turning to the side to let you in. he glances side to side, but there would be no one out in the streets at two in the morning. "black cat, just because you found out who i am doesn't mean you can use my place to crash."

you step in and the warmth of a home cuts you deeper than the cold. still, you shake it off along with your hair, combing through knots with your hand and claws. "don't you think you can cut a poor, little kitty like me some slack? where's your sympathy?"

"where's your tact?" getou shoots back, closing the door and reaching over his couch to grab a sweater. he throws it at you. "here, wear this. i don't need my roommate to find out that i'm harbouring a criminal."

you gladly put it in, taking off your whip and placing it on his coffee table. you go to make yourself comfortable when you find him staring at you. "cat got your tongue? they're lying, you know, flattery can definitely get you places. especially with me."

"when are you going to take off your mask?” he asks instead. “you already know who i am.”

"you shouldn’t ask a girl her secrets."

getou blanches. "you're literally in my living room. i'll throw you out on the streets if you keep acting tough especially since you're in no position to be doing that." he walks over to you and you have to force yourself not to flinch when he starts adjusting his sweater on you, the material already damping.

neither of you mention it.

"i was betrayed."

geotu doesn't say anything, just hums to let you know he's listening.

"it was meant to be a simple mission on a yacht. who knew men had more bones than the one in their dicks. i didn't expect any of them to have a backbone but the next thing i knew, i was in the ocean, my loot taken from me."

"so now you're here." getou sums up.

you shrug. "now i'm here."

"but why are you here, is my question."

"i'm just a stray cat now, no place to go no home to call her own. i thought perhaps visiting an older lover would get me going again." you smile up at him, hoping that he’ll take the bait.

he stops his tidying hands that had long finished its purpose and looks at you. "you’re soaked to the bone. do you want to take a shower?"

you think he's getting too good deflecting you, too good at treating you like you weren't black cat. did he think you were a joke, a pathetic, pale reflection of your usual persona just because you had sought him out for help? if there was anything you hated, it was being treated like you were fragile and broken.

you push him in the chest, tucking your feet behind his so he falls hard on his back. you lean over him, hair tumbling over your shoulder and tickling the side of his face. "is that an invitation?" you purr, running your fingers down his chest slowly.

there's a red that's creeping up his face and you think you've won when his hand reaches up and grabs yours, halting its movement. "i'm not in costume right now." he responds and you tilt your head at his random words. "i'm not spiderman right now. you don't have to force yourself to act a certain way."

you freeze before shaking off his grip. it falls away easily, but his gaze is as steady as ever. "playing hard to get?"

"black cat." he says.

"i'm not acting. this is how i usually am."

he frowns as you fidget with the neckline of his shirt. "would you tell me if we were still together?"

you look up at him. "you are so good at saying the worst things possible. you could have said anything in this situation and that's what you came up with?"

he blinks and glances away awkwardly. "it was just a thought."

"maybe it's better that we're over. you don't even know who i am underneath this mask."

getou traces the edges of it and you let him, feeling the familiar caress, the familiar scratch of his callouses that remind you he is just like you, another person hiding under a mask, another person juggling an ordinary persona and the responsibility of great power.

one of his fingers tucks underneath the black material before pausing. "can i?"

for a second, you almost let him do it, heart leaping to your throat.

a single droplet that had been clinging to the front bangs of your hair, falls, and slides down on the space between your eyes before splashing on his cheek. the sight is enough to bring you to your senses.

you interlace his hand on your cheek and drag it away, holding it still against the floor beside his head. his face falls and he gives you a slight smile, like he expected it.

"that's a no, spiderman."

getou looks at you and it's the type of look he gets when he says the wrong thing at the wrong time. "it wasn't you, it was me."

"oh god, spider, you do not get to say that corny shit to me."

"but it was me." he says. "i couldn't make it right between us because of the hero thing and well, you're not exactly the best person to have as a hero, but i still want the best for you, i hope you know. like, i still think about you sometimes and i wonder if you're doing well and, god i'm doing it again aren't i."

"yeah you are."

"but your breathing is getting choppy."

"so is yours."

"oh god."

he doesn't lean in and you don't either. instead, you keep playing with his sweater, hoping that the atmosphere will lighten and return to something comfortable. keep him on his toes, keep him red and hanging off your every word, keep him trailing after you. it was never supposed to turn on you like this.

but getou knows better. he doesn't even tense under your trailing finger and you think, "that's no fun" but you would be lying if you said that was your only thought. he doesn't give you the reaction you want, so eventually you stop and sink into his chest. he wraps his arms around you and it feels so natural, so familiar that you could almost sob.

but even you wouldn't risk such a big loss to your image, so you stay quiet.

"i'm taken now, you know." getou clears his throat awkwardly, and you feel the rumble under you. "so don't think this is anything."

you laugh in his embrace. "just friends."

"right. just friends."

i know this didn't have any of the black cat x spiderman dynamic, for one black cat (you 🫵) is literally going through it but that's because i sped wrote this 😭 the oneshot i'll post later this week (?) will have the usual banter but w gojo intead, i just got hit with some severe writer's block and thought hey what's super easy to write : angst !!

#( 🗒️ ) — requests #zealouswonderz #getou x reader #getou x you #getou suguru #getou angst #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk getou #getou fluff #getou drabble #getou imagine #getou suguru x reader

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