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movedtolilmouzee · 1 year

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ℑ𝔱'𝔰 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔞𝔫 𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫...

𝘎𝘦𝘵𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘵, 𝘉𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘛𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵.

(Zee's note- I'm sorry for this being so short, I'm recovering from a cold I've had for two weeks. I just wanted to get something out, hope you can enjoy it. <3 :)).

Getou was the most perfect and sweetest boyfriend you ever could of asked for. Nothing was ever too much for him and he treated you like a gift from the gods, which in his eyes, you were.

Getou couldn't keep his hands of you, he always wanted to touch you in some sort of way, either it being his hands down your pants or him holding hands with you. At first getou settled with holding your hand, cuddling, and just being able to hold your body close to his, as you both got more comfortable in the relationship his hands touched every part of your body.

Getou in public is an absolute menace to you. Doesn't matter where you are, who you're talking to or around, getou will find some way to make his bulge known to you. He'll come up behind you, placing a kiss on the top of your head, hands wrapping around your chest to pull you close to him, getou knows it looks like he's just wanting to be close to you from anyone else's point of view, but you both know it's a way for him to press his bulge up against your ass.

Cuddling with getou can turn wrong so quick. It can go from happily watching a movie you both picked out to you crying about getou giving you the sixth cream pie, the outline of his cock visible in your stomach when he does take a break. Cock warming getou is the worst, getou will purposely make little movements, little bounces just to tease you, smirking while he ask you what's wrong, to make things worse getou will make you beg for him to fuck you, or he'll act as if he can't hear what your saying until you get frustrated with him.

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mikasadirtyscarf · 2 years

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fyodorslave · 1 year

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how about ex-husband geto hcs? 🥺💕

YES MA'AM (I saw this request awfully late, you probably forgot about it too but, in any case, here ya go)

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+ characters: getou suguru x reader

+ tw: suggestive content

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⇀ No stranger would assume that you two were separated, you can't blame them, he's always glued to your side. going grocery shopping? he'll come with. need someone to mow the lawn? dial his number. picking your kid up from day care? a parent mustn't go alone! it doesn't help that your son loves his dad.

⇀ Divorce to you always meant avoidance at all costs. you never though your own divorce would mean that your ex-husband is at your house more often then when you two were married.

⇀ Perhaps it was taunting at his end, to show you that divorce was a mistake. but you can't exactly tell him to kick rocks when he's fixing that lightbulb your too short to reach. Shirtless with his baggy sweats hanging off of his toned hips, v-line teasing you as he unscrews the bulb.

⇀ While he does always show up at the perfect time of your distress, his only reason isn't to woo you and win you back. he understands how hard it is to manage being a single mother, so he'll do everything he can to make sure he has at-least a 50/50 contribution.

⇀ Even if it has nothing to do with your kid. if you even utter the word, 'help' he will show up faster than God himself.

⇀ Your resolve weakens when you come home every night and see your kid sleeping in the lap of the man your trying not to love. He'd watch TV on low volume, eyes fixated on something about home renovation while softly rubbing your kids back.

⇀ Washing the dishes is something even divorce can't convince him to do, so he'll prop himself upon the kitchen bench at night, and watch you load the dishwasher.

⇀ When your done with what's meant to be his chore, he makes sure to thank you in strange ways for a divorced couple.

⇀ He'd pull you so that you are in-between his legs, which are dangling off the edge, and lift your chin up to kiss you. just like he did on your wedding night.

⇀ Getou would do anything to protect his family, raising his eyebrows at those who think you have suddenly become available. He says married and divorced are just worthless labels. What do mere labels have against the way he coaxes orgasms after orgasms out of you, behind closed doors once he's done reading your kid a bedtime story.

⇀ dare you mention your single, and he's already there, bottoming out of you, as your thighs shake for mercy around his hips.

⇀ And by the time you wake up in the morning, with aching legs and a warm embrace. your smiling into getous chest, thinking maybe he deserves a second chance.

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send more headcanon requests yall this was so much fun! HEADCANONS ONLY PLEASE I HATE WRITING ONE-SHOTS BYE.

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nanamisbbygirl · 2 years

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curses & kisses

type: drabble, fluff, slightest hint of angst

includes: highschool geto suguru x gn! reader

summary: curses can leave a bad taste in geto’s mouth, making him a little worried to kiss you. (established relationship).

geto doesn’t like to kiss you after missions. it’s not as if he doesn’t want to, because oh how he’s missed you. in reality, he’s plagued with the lingering taste of cursed spirits on his tongue and the last thing he wants is to pass that morbid taste to you.

“please, su,” you beg with a small pout. you can’t understand his reasoning, because geto has get to explain why he always avoids you like this. it’s not like he can put the flavor of curses into words; life draining and depressing didn’t sound appetizing. geto stands tall and holds his ground while you stand behind him, arms wrapped around his narrow waist leaning onto him in the slightest bit. the two of you are alone in one the school’s many empty hallways as you slowly make your way towards geto’s dorm room.

“in a little,” he sighs, hoping that by then the remnants will have worn off. even he can’t resist your kisses. still though, you don’t like his answer, maneuvering in front of him and looking right into his heavy eyes.

“did i do something wrong?” it hurts him that you think that’s the reason he isn’t indulging you in physical affection. geto slowly traces the outside of your hands with the inside of his palms, shaking his head.

he catches your eyes for a second before mustering up the courage to speak. never did he think he’d be sharing his most inner thoughts out loud. in all honesty, it made him kind of nervous.

“i think i have bad breath.” it’s not the whole truth, but it’s the gist of it... a very watered down gist of it. you look at him like a confused dog, tilting your head slightly while furrowing your brows. “’cause you know all the curses i consume and... stuff.”

this is one of the first times you’ve seen your boyfriend this nervous. yet, behind those enamoring eyes of his, you can see there was more to the story than he was letting on. you didn’t want to push, and you didn’t want to pry but you also wanted to reassure him.

your face lit up with an idea, digging into your uniform pocket and pulling out a candy that your friend gojo had brought from his own missions. you placed it carefully on your tongue before reaching up and cupping geto’s jaw.

fluttering your eyes shut, you kiss him. there is no bad breath, like he was so worried about and as your lips meet, you manage to slip your own tongue into his mouth, passing along the sweet treat to him. he hums, surprised by your action but he doesn’t shy away.

his hands find their spot on your hips, smiling slightly.

“did that help with your bad breath?” you ask with a lovesick smile. he nods and responds:

“it did, now there’s no reason for me not to kiss you.” you giggle as he begins to lightly pepper your face and lips with more kisses.

your laughter is enough to ground him back in reality, there was nothing to be worried about. with you he didn’t have to fret over curses, he could let his troubles melt away into a forgettable puddle.

the tender moment the two of you were sharing was suddenly interrupted by a voice down the hall.

“ew, get a room you two,” shoko shouted, a smirk on her face while a recognizable white haired sorcerer was at her side. he flashed them a grossed out look before geto latched onto your hand, pulling you along through the halls and making a run for his room.

sure enough, there would be similar actions behind closed doors as well.

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kaveehs · 2 years

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Waking Up Next To the JJK Men

gender neutral reader, wc 0.5k, some teasing, not proofread

characters: gojo, getou, nanami, toji

a/n: i got a lil carried away with gojo lol, but i’m currently working on two fics so my posting schedule may be a bit scattered, sorry if this isn’t the best!

꩜ Satoru Gojo

Gojo’s quite unpredictable, in the sense that most days, you wake up before him. He has his giant arms wrapped around you, engulfing you in a warm embrace that lasts all night. His rich scent trails to your nose the moment you wake up, and you feel secure this way, resting in his arms. But of course, as much as you didn’t want to get up, you were long overdue to start your day. When you tell Gojo it’s time to get up, he’s begging to stay with you like this for just five more minutes. If you want to be on time for anything, you’d have to pry yourself out of his arms while hearing his groans and protests for you to stay. But on those rare occasions where he wakes up before you, you’d be waking to him holding you in his arms, scrolling through his phone. He’s far too energetic for you when he wakes up first, and he’d smother you with morning kisses, not letting you get your five minutes of rest.

“Good morning beautiful, I hope you’ve slept well. C’mon let’s get up, I’ll deal with breakfast this morning.”

꩜ Suguru Getou

Getou always wakes up before you. Even when you wake up early, he’s already up. He’s told you in the past he’s just naturally a morning person. You always fall asleep on his chest, listening to his soothing heartbeat and you wake up that way too. You’d wake up to him running his fingers over your skin. When you’re finally awake he’s sweet and smiling. He’ll let you get as much rest as you need before you decide to start your morning before he gets up to start his. He’s calm in the mornings for the most part, unless he’s truly excited about having something eventful to do for the day.

“You’re finally awake, good morning love. I wasn’t waiting for too long this time, maybe you’re getting used to my schedule.”

꩜ Nanami Kento

Nanami’s always on top of things, so it’s no shock that he wakes up early as well. The only times where you wake up before him are mornings where he was forced to work overtime. But other than that you tend to wake up shortly after him. He makes an effort to wait until you wake up before getting ready for his day. Even on his off days, he’ll still wake up early to monitor, or do paperwork. The days where you have to convince him to rest longer, as he deserves to feel well rested on his off days, because he works extraordinarily hard.

“I’ll stay a little longer, only a little. Just for you.”

꩜ Toji Fushiguro

Toji’s very 50/50. Sometimes, he rests for an extended period. Long enough for you to wake up, complete your morning routine, and make breakfast. He’d surprise you in the kitchen, wrapping his arms around you from behind tightly as he laughs. Sometimes you get startled, sometimes you anticipate it. But sometimes he wakes up before you, teasing you by poking your cheek or caressing your face as you wake up. He’s relatively energetic in the morning, even if he’s had a long night prior. Though it can be a guessing game with predicting how your morning with Toji will be, it’s always enjoyable, and never dull or disappointing.

“Good morning Sunshine, did I wake you? I was starting to miss hearing your voice a little too much.”

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kentosblkgf · 2 years

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Cw: spit, voyeurism, I think that’s about it

His thrust are heavy and shallow. Balls slapping against your ass.

"Listen to how pretty she sounds Suguru."

Gojo's phone is laying right next to your ear. If you weren't in so much pleasure that had your eyes rolling back, and screaming bloody murder, you would have heard Geto's moans.

Gojo has your ass in the air hitting every spot no one else even knew of. His hand pushing your head into the pillows. Swallowing down thickly you push at Gojo's abdomen trying to get him to at least ease up a tad bit.

"No baby, don't do that."

Smacking your hand away.

"Suguru is watching my love."

Planting a kiss on the side of your face. Gojo picks up his phone and flips the camera.

"Look at this whore Suguru."

Geto is moaning like he's fucking you himself. He can just imagine how tight and warm your cunt would be. How wet you would be for him.

Gojo is glancing down at your sopping cunt before letting a glob of spit fall from between his puckered lips, giving Geto the bests show of his life.

#gojo smut #jjk #jjk smut #getou suguru #getou headcanons #getou suguru x reader #geto smut #gojo x black!reader #getou suguru x y/n

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ackermonie · 2 years

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beep. beep. beep.

every time you gained consciousness, that’s the only thing you heard. the constant, agonizing, high pitched sound of the machine somewhere beside you, the only thing proving that you were still hanging on to life.

you thought that was it. you thought that was how you were gonna go, inevitably crushed by a cursed spirit that proved how weak of a sorcerer you were, but you guess those beeps only mean that you’re not as inferior as you thought you were.

maybe a part of you was wishing that this would’ve been it, something to put an end to the endless fight you and the rest of jujutsu sorcerers have.

you felt something cold against your cheek a few minutes ago. someone’s hand. it shook you off unconsciousness, but it took you some handful minutes to finally open your eyes.

you don’t know how long you’ve been asleep for, but it’s dark. the room is only lit up by a couple of distant spots, and it’s raining outside. you cant hear the tears from the sky hit the windows somewhere to your left, and that naturally catches your attention.

your look to the side, the slight strain in your neck making you moan just a bit.

someone is standing there, you see their silhouette. a tall, broad figure standing by the big window, hands in their pockets, and when their face gravitates in your direction at the sound you produce, you see it.

the tall hair, falling down to the center of his back and a high half- bun. you’re not so sure about being alive, now.

because if you were, he wouldn’t be here.

it’s been years. years since you last saw him, since he left. he wouldn’t come find you after all those years. you were convinced.

he whispers your name, and he sounds like him. low, gentle, a bit gruff, it’s your suguru.

in the time that you slowly blink, he is by your side. getou leans down to get a good look at you, and god, isn’t he beautiful?

you always thought so. you would openly stare at him, back then, and he would stare right back at you from across the table with that sweet smile of his. you would let your eyes break down his every feature, painting another replica in your head for times you weren’t aware would come sooner than you’d like.

cold hands are on your face again. you see an agonized gaze on a face you so miserably missed, and all you can do is lay there and stare up at him.

“i knew you would make it,” you can’t believe you can hear his voice again. you thought you lost that luxury long ago. “well done, my darling.”

“suguru,” your voice barely makes it past your lips, but it reaches him.

you know it did when he frowns that sad fucking frown of his. you will your hand to reach his, but your grip isn’t strong enough to hold onto his hand. the skin of your palm barely brushes agains his knuckles, and before it falls to the pillow beside your head, long fingers catch yours.

your eyes can barely stay open at this point, but he brings your hand to his own cheek. he leans into your touch like a starved man, and you can physically feel your heart shattering in your chest.

he turns his head to plant a kiss on the inside of your palm.

“i’ll make them pay.” he says in your hand. “i’ll make those monkeys pay.”

your eyes fall closed. you will yourself to stay up, to savor a reunion after so long, but your body refuses to stay awake.

“i wish you were real,” you find yourself whispering before you slip back into unconsciousness.

but he was real. he stayed with you every other night until you gained back your consciousness and sneaked behind everyone’s backs like a little kid. watched as your chest went up, down, up, and even memorized the pattern of your heartbeats just to notice if anything changes.

and he will make them pay. he will make them all pay.

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saksukei · 2 years

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suguru and his sadness

masterlist | tw. mentions of not eating, depression, suguru is wondering why he's doing this. please bare with me I haven't written in like so long. hurt/comfort

getou rarely gets any sleep this days, the sheer heaviness of it all eating him alive. he keeps asking himself why he’s doing this? who is he doing this for? and like a mantra he repeats to himself, “for good.” and by the time he realizes he's been staring at the wall for god knows how long, the sun is rising and he's smoked three cigarette boxes in a go.

he's going insane and he knows it. he wonders whether he wants to stop it or let it completely consume him, becoming a shell of the man he once used to be. the only thing that snaps him out of it is when he hears a knock on the door.

“at 3 am?” he groans, as he throws on a shirt. He opens the door, only to be greeted by your figure. You're wearing your night suit pajamas and your hair is tied messily. you look like you haven't slept a wink.

gojo always tells you that you worry too much and you've tried to convince yourself that you're overthinking. but whenever you see getou, it eats you alive. he's not really himself anymore. you can feel it. he's withering away piece by piece, as if he’s leaving fragments of himself wherever he goes. he rarely hangs out with you and with every refusal, you feel the distance between you both growing stronger.

“were you sleeping?” you ask, a bit too chirpy for the conversation ahead.

“no, I was practicing cult chants like normal people do,” he deadpans, running his hand through his tangled hair.

“sorry, I just really needed to talk” you tell him and he raises his eyebrow in question, leaving the door open, as he yawns and collapses on the couch.

“suguru,” you sit to face him. “i’m worried about you–shit worried.” you admit. “in fact i'm scared,” a confused expression is plastered on his face. “i don't think you're okay and i can't see you like this. i feel like you're slipping away from me – from us. you're hurting and it's killing me that i can't help you.”

suguru leans back, eyes shut and let's out a laugh. for a minute, you're taken aback. was he making fun of your feelings? were you wrong to come here and talk to him about the horrible thoughts that were plaguing your mind?

and then you saw, tears, sliding down the pretty face you've always admired from afar.

“suguru, i'm here for you,“ you reassure. ”i always was and i always will be. i'm not letting you suffer all alone, you dickhead.“ He lets out a snicker. ”we’re in this together, even if i can't understand how you're feeling, i'll be there to listen.“

“i knew i should have gotten rid of you the minute i saw you,“ he jokes, as his eyes open. his face is glossy with tears. “you’ve always been able to read people like a book.“

“it comes in handy when your friends are being stupid” you tease, causing him to grin as he ruffles your hair.

“but before we talk further, I need to ask,“ a solemn expression graces your face. geto looks at you as if you're about to ask the most serious question on the planet. “when did you last eat?” you ask him.

geto laughs out loud, throwing his head back, his laughter echoing through the walls of the house that has rarely heard it. “3 days ago,” he responds and before he knows it, you're heading to the kitchen. “i’m making pasta,” you tell him as you start to scour through his cabinets for the ingredients.

he follows you, leaning against the door frame, and he finds himself smiling, thinking that maybe just maybe he doesn't want his insanity to consume him anymore.

#jjk x you #jjk geto #jjk fluff #getou imagines #getou suguru x you #getou headcanons #getou x y/n #geto x you #getou suguru x y/n #geto suguru fluff #getou suguru fluff #getou x you #getou x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen imagines

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iris-ren · 1 year

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the priest of styria

chapter one

vampire/priest getou x reader

wc: 2k

tags: talks of death and female arousal // not beta read or edited

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you caught news that there was to be a priest in town to take over at the cathedral after father issac’s untimely death. you had yet to see the man, but if he was anything like father issac, you figured his sermons would probably be quite boring and drawn out. apparently the new priest that is taking over the reigns is from a faraway place. a place that no one had heard of.

your ladies maid discussed the matter with you while brushing your hair behind you in the mirror. ophelia smiled while admiring the intricate braid that she was weaving into your hair, listening to your incessant questions.

“oh please! ophelia it’s been ages since something interesting happened around here. you must tell me what you’ve heard! there’s no need to act coy with me. how long have we known each other again?”

ophelia let out a sigh for dramatic effect and met your eyes in the mirror, “since we were in diapers my lady, but you must hear me now, when i say that i know as much as you! the man is a mystery to us all.”

you couldn’t help but pester your old friend, it was true what you said. father issac’s death stirred up all of styria, and with the news of the replacement priest arriving soon after the fact, brought pandemonium to the town.

“it’s unheard of really, how is it possible for not a single soul to know what the man looks like, or where he hailed from?”

ophelia shrugged her shoulders.

you rolled your eyes at her in the mirror, “well let’s hope that his sermon’s are more lively than poor old father issac’s.” you said with a chuckle. ophelia pinched your shoulder and you shrieked in faux pain. “you mustn’t be so crass my lady.” she said, trying to conceal her own laughter.

“you are a nasty little spinster, ophelia!” you yelled while trying to pinch her back. she swiftly swatted your hand away and grabbed onto your shoulders to still your movements and continued to work on your hair. “you’re one to talk my lady, are you not almost a spinster yourself?”

you gasped sarcastically, “how cruel of you ophelia! how could i be blamed for the lack of options offered to me? it is not my fault that no one in this village is worth a damn. besides, they’re all just interested in the fortune mother and father left to me in the will; i’d rather be a wise old spinster than a young wedded idiot.”

“you have such a way with words.” ophelia jutted, while putting the finishing touches on your hair.

it was considered most improper for a lady of your stature to be out running errands with your ladies maid but the judgemental stares from the town’s folk stopped weighing on you not long after your mother and father’s passing. ophelia and yourself strolled comfortably through the cobblestone streets after spending a good portion of the day collecting various meats and breads from street vendors. the two of you needed to stock up on as much as possible to prepare for the cold weather that was surely on its way to styria.

styria experienced year-round melancholy weather, though you wouldn’t describe it as such. the grey sky’s and chilly winds were all you knew. you hadn’t experienced many sunny days, so the lack thereof did not take a toll on your emotional state. the same could not be said for the rare tourists that came to town, they would often experience large bouts of depressive episodes before finally deciding to leave and never come back.

you wondered how the new priest would take to the dismal climate. maybe he would be like the rare tourists and run away as fast as he could to get away from this sad little town. you shrugged the thought off, figuring that it didn’t matter much. you weren’t much on religion anyways, you only attended sunday service to keep a somewhat decent reputation.

“make haste!” ophelia yelled as she picked up her pace on the cobblestone street. your maid pointed to the dark clouds forming above the roofs, “a storm’s rolling in! we need to make it back before all this gets ruined!” she lifted the bags full of food in an upwards motion and began to run as the rain started to come down. you did your best to pull up your skirts to keep from ruining your hem, while also keeping the bags gripped tightly between your palms.

the two of you screamed when the rain began to pour, by the time you arrived back to the estate the two of you were sure to be a pitiful sight. ophelia helped you out of your wet shoes in the foyer, before removing her own and moved to the sitting room to start a fire. you let out a sigh when you saw the weather growing much more volatile outside the window.

the branches on all the trees lurched back and forth angerly in the wind, while lightning and thunder boomed across the sky. you felt wholly grateful to have made it safely indoors when you did. you moved into the sitting room when ophelia had successfully created a large crackling fire inside the hearth.

the two of you sat in silence, letting the warmth of the fire dry your damp clothes. it was important to dry yourselves in the sitting room, to not drag mud and water throughout the whole house.

you perched yourself on a chaise lounge near one of the large windows and removed your shoes. ophelia did the same, except she sat much closer to the fire, you gathered that she was on the verge of catching a chill which would explain her close proximity to the fire but you didn’t want to break the peaceful silence to ask her why she felt the need to practically dip her toes into the red hot flames. instead you turned your head back to the window to watch the erratic weather.

the calming warmth from the hearth, and the sound of rain hitting the window quickly lulled you to sleep. you weren’t sure how long you were out when you were awoken by an unpleasant noise out beyond your window. you heard what sounded like one hundred horses galloping on the road leading into town just past the trees lining your estate.

you would have thought the sound to be thunder, if the rain had not already ceased. your brows furrowed as you leaned closer to the window hoping to get a better look beyond the trees. the moon had risen during your slumber and you found it completely impossible to see beyond the greenery.

“who on earth would be traveling at this hour?” ophelia said from behind you. having not realized she was there, your shoulders jumped slightly in surprise at the sound of her voice. “and what is the hour?” you grumbled rubbing your puffy eyes.

“a quarter past midnight my lady, we best be getting you into bed now. for a proper rest.”

you nodded your head, allowing your friend to guide you by candlelight back to your bedchamber. sleep was hard to come by that night; you weren’t sure if it was due to your late evening nap or if it was the fact that your mind was plagued with wandering thoughts as to who was charging into town at such a late hour.

images of the large black horses stomping angrily through the mud carrying a gothic carriage filled your mind. you weren’t sure why the sight filled you with such terror, but also curiosity. It had to be someone wealthy, a common person could not afford to travel in such style.

could it be the new priest? you wondered. you blinked up at the canopy above your bed, no. you shook away the thought. what messenger of God would travel with such a lack of humility?

you decided it must’ve been a passerby, traveling to the capital perhaps. with your thoughts finally settled, you allowed for your mind to rest.

the stranger inside of the carriage found himself growing weary of the long ride. he sighed, pulling aside the velvet shades covering the window. his pupils dilated at the sight of the bright moon. it was full. many night creatures would be feeling the effects of the full moon. including himself.

he licked his lips, finally taking notice of just how insatiable his hunger truly was—-a hunger that even the finest of meals could not satisfy. the man idly rolled the black rosary through his fingers, remembering the role he would be playing in his new home. it would be much too suspicious if people began to drop dead the same night that the new practitioner of God arrives in town.

the days passed quickly leading up to sunday. you found yourself sitting in front of your vanity as you usually did on sundays, once again allowing ophelia to work her magic on readying you for the day. it was no easy feat on her part, you were sure. she chose to dress you in a simple white dress, conservative enough to attend the service. it covered the important things, while hugging your curves in the right places.

ophelia was busying herself with fixing the lining of your dress when the horseman arrived with the carriage your family passed down to you in tow. the ride to the church was pleasant enough. you found yourself enjoying the silence between you and your maid, and nodding when she commented on how dreary the weather was.

when entering the church the two of you exchanged pleasantries and smiles at the other townsfolk while moving to take your seats. the two of you sat in the front row of the old gothic church and waited for the service to begin.

“i’ll bet you four shillings that this priest, is an old goose just like father issac.” ophelia quipped into your ear. before you could chuckle at her heinous comment, the congregation began to rise at the entrance of the new leader of the church.

the energy in the room grew heavy with each step he took. a sea of darkness followed his tall lean frame. the man rounded the podium and swiftly cracked open his bible, not once looking up to face the crowd. it was as if he couldn’t be bothered with gazing upon the boring faces of the congregation.

you couldn’t blame him much, if you had features such as his you’d probably be just as uninterested as he. his sharp eyes eventually rose from the religious text that he was reading allowed to scan the crowd. your spine straightened anticipating his gaze.

your heart screamed for him to look your way, as a thin stand of raven hair fell across his face. your chest deflated when his eyes moved back down to the text, while pushing the strand away from his eyes. you pressed your thighs together, and determined yourself to pay close attention to the program pamphlet resting in your lap. anything to take your mind off of the man at the altar.

getou could sense your frustration, and was internally amused at how you hadn’t changed a bit—no matter how many lifetimes had passed since the last time he laid eyes on you. you were no immortal being like him. he could not blame you for not remembering him, and the love the two of you shared—but it didn’t stop the knot that formed in his cold dead chest.

the man had spent centuries searching for you, in your past life you promised him that you would meet again. getou spent the first hundred years following your untimely death by burning down and sucking the blood out of a handful of kingdoms. the next few hundred years his anger became a dull blade prodding his chest, and it allowed him to exist in society in whatever way he could to bide his time.

many years had passed. empires rose and fell, all while getou seeked to avenge your death and hoped for your reincarnation. oceans of time had passed and finally, you were all his.

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roscgcld · 2 years

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Hey if daydreamer reader had been about Geto, Gojo, and Shoko age and they were in jujutsu high school would they have ended up falling in love with her or would it have stayed as a more sibling vibe?

Gojo probably wouldn't be super close with her at first, because he is still developing as a person and would probably find her annoying and try to reduce the times he talks to her to the very bare minimum.

Geto likes her a lot - think she is a little airy in the head, and that sometimes she needs a little reminder that she can't just be going around thinking that the world was safe and happy. But he does find her quite adorable, and always goes out of his way to make sure that no one takes advantage of her.

Between the two of them though, if there is one person to date her, it would definitely be Geto lmao

Shoko just thinks that she is like a baby sister that she had never asked for, but was grateful that she exists. Lets her paint her nails and is grateful that there is someone who will prepare her coffee and bring her snacks whenever she pulls all-nighters studying for the medical certification exam.

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soyahorlicks · 2 years

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mikasadirtyscarf · 2 years

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I'M DOWN BAD

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2dhimbo-mp3 · 2 years

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should I make this angsty relationship w black reader drabble about getou or draken?? 👀👀👀

#getou headcanons #getou suguru x reader #jujutsu kaisen getou #jjk getou #getou suguru #jjk drabbles #tokyo rev hcs #draken #draken tokyo revengers #draken tokrev #draken headcanons #draken x y/n #draken x reader #tokyo revengers #anime x black!reader #draken x black reader #getou x black reader #x black reader

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aeschrxma · 2 years

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Nightly Intimacy

Based on : Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing : Reader X Suguru Geto

Summary : Known for his straightforward behaviour and unusual thinking, Geto has been captured in a trance by a woman who knows the true meaning of - 'deathly but with grace'.

TW : Sharp Objects; blades & slight intimacy.

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The shade of the sunset which set down the sky, painting all over the canvas of the light blue sky, covering each inch of the ground with a certain darkness that felt comfortable and cool against the souls. "It looks pretty outside. Drop me off here." The politeness in his voice caught Mahito off guard, making him chuckle at Geto's unusual behaviour. "Is it someone whom you like?" He asked as Geto's gold-coloured kasaya garment over black yukata robes fall out of the grey car seat, making him turn around and bend down to the window. "She is the curse that burns me down." His lips curve up in a smile that had no traces of actual happiness behind it, just plain emotions that a person goes through when they meet someone who might mean a lot to them. The emotion of anxiety mixed in with nervousness. "Your soul tells me another story, Geto." Silence took over the atmosphere surrounding them as Mahito's eyes saw the truth and scoffed at the thought of someone who made the tall male in front of him change over the period of time in which they drove over to the abandoned izakaya which was visible from the left-hand corner of Geto's figure. "I'll be off now." Gearing up to start his engine as he drove off, Geto turned back on his usual zori sandals, feigning in a deep breath and walking towards the izakaya.

The sliding door had collateral damage that needed immediate attention in order for it to not break apart, the next time someone even breathes near it. Entering in, he had been covered in the blinding darkness that was absorbing the whole room, his nose detecting the smell of orchids as his slow footsteps walk towards the terrace where she resided. Sweet and mellow, his nostrils take in the sweetness as his mind reminds him of the broken tile which could trip him over just like the last time he came over, a small smile on his lips followed behind the memory, remembering the whole izakaya in his mind, he had imprinted in his brain, every nook and cranny had an image in his head. "You need to be more discreet while coming here." Her voice echoed all over the room as the smell of the orchids grew stronger, her presence made Geto loosen up before turning to the direction from where the voice had been heard. "I thought I was discreet, Y/N." His feet led him to the terrace door which had been previously ripped apart during a commotion at the izakaya between some grade 4 curses and Y/N. "You did not get it fixed?" His black hair flowed through the cold breeze as the night kept getting darker and more beautiful. "A waste of money. Say, why did you want to meet me?" Her finger twirled around the black-handled blade, her rosy lips slowly curving up into a smile while her eyes took in the tall and slim male, standing with his arms folded over his chest but his black orbs following every movement of the female in front of him. "You haven't changed much." Her voice, soft and low as she walked towards Geto, slowly tracing his yukata robe, moving closer with every breath as his breath fastens as her strong scent covers up his sense of judgement as he closes up the distance between the two. His arms strongly grip her waist, lowering down his face towards hers as the sharp and cold blade was felt by him on his neck, a giggle and a chuckle let out by the respective male and female. "The low moonlight makes your presence irresistible for me to devour." Her words made Geto smirk, the loud clang of the blade hitting the surface as their lips come close to each other. Their hot breaths crossed over the boundaries as her hand travelled towards his back, the sharp scalpel ripping through his robes as he chuckled loudly, hearing the sound of his defeat again. "You manage to catch me off guard every time." Backing up from Y/N, who had burst into a fit of laughter, threw the scalpel over the floor which she had hidden beneath the long sleeve of her midnight-black kimono. "0-12, you are really lagging behind, Suguru." She addressed, her lips attaching themselves to his cheek as she looked at him with certain adoration that could only be felt by Geto.

"You are sensing its presence, aren't you?" His tone indicated that he was sure that Y/N had been following the trail of the unknown and newly born special grade curse which had been roaming around in her territory. "Tonight is the night. I would like to dine with you after I finish cleaning up my area. Would that interest you, Suguru?" Her voice, displaying the pent-up frustration and the clear need to assert dominance over the special grade curse made Geto release his laughter, knowing the ultimate demise which had been written in the fate of that unlucky curse spirit. "20 minutes, I'll be waiting here." His arms snaked around her waist, turning her around as he tucked her lone hair strand behind her ear, smiling at her. "Be prepared, you're cooking this time." The sentence made both of them, smile adoringly towards each other, as the sounds of terror over the town by the cursed spirit reached their ears. "I'll be waiting for the dinner, Suguru." As the words left her mouth, his grip loosened up from around her waist as she disappeared into the gorgeous star-lit night, making him scoff at her, tying up his hair and smiling while walking towards the kitchen downstairs, mumbling to himself, knowing that this would not be the last time that she had tricked him into cooking the dinner for them. "She definitely needs to pay for the damage she has done to my yukata, it was my special one." The voice had no grudge towards her, just plain adoration, her smell lingered around the izakaya as he turned down to cooking, laughing to himself as his mind kept imagining her black yukata flowing around through the air, as she gracefully makes the cursed spirit breathe its last.

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Thank you for reading! Have a great day/night ahead! Stay safe and healthy. <3

-Chrxma

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kaveehs · 2 years

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Which JJK characters do you think would approach their crush first? And who do you think would be the other way round?🌹

JJK Characters with their Crushes

i think that the more straightforward characters like gojo, getou, and toji are a given. i don’t think they’d be nervous about asking their crushes out much at all. they’d definitely be confident in their charms in my eyes. but i also can’t shake the feeling that nanami, yuuji, and nobara would too!! i just have a feeling they’d be so chill but passionate in approaching their crush, and especially sweet and thoughtful as well!

on the flip side… i definitely see megumi, choso, and maki being the ones that would need to be approached first. they’re very stoic, and i see them showing love through actions when you really get to know them, especially megumi. in an effort to protect his emotions, i don’t see him outwardly expressing them in fear he could get hurt. but once you approach them, they’re open to being vulnerable with you after a while.

i’m really on the fence with yuuta to be honest! i feel as though it really depends on the person!!

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gojoscloset · 4 months

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NSFW but the boys cumming prematurely simply by kissing has been on my mind heavy lately like—

I know I need to stop but I can’t stop thinking about getting hot and heavy with them and apparently it gets too hot too fast and they’re so embarrassed but you’re chill about it you actually find it hot endearing.

Satoru whose body stiffened as he pulled his lips away from yours. You could feel his body slightly shake and twitch beneath you, and he's looking at you with a sheepish expression, widened eyes and his lips slowly curled into an embarrassed grin. He makes jokes of the situation to ease his embarrassment and he explains how it wouldn’t affect his performance, confidence wavering in the slightest but you simply laugh at his jokes and assure him that it was okay and you actually found it cute.

Ooof or how Suguru is probably the one who is most embarrassed, pushing his body off of yours interrupting the steamy make out session. You wondered if you did something wrong but you knew that wasn’t the case when you looked at his expression. Head hung low and you both watched as the bulge in his sweats twitched, staining the gray with milky white drops that pushed past the fabrics. He facepalmed to cover his reddening face and apologized profusely. You didn’t mean to laugh but you did, giggles escaping your lips and you cupped his face that was hot to the touch, to let him know it was nothing to be embarrassed about.

Or Nanami who groaned into your lips, roughly grabbing your hips to stop from grinding on his. He looked down and you followed suit, eyeing how his legs flexed while his dick twitched some, a growing wet spot now visible on his slacks. He looked up at you, panting and speechless, confused expression on his face because this has never happened to him and he didn’t even know it was possible. He opened his mouth to say something but didn’t know what to say. You gave him a smile and guided your hips back on his, you didn’t need an explanation, you just needed him.

Gosh I’m a slut for tropes like these. Like yes love me love me love me love me.

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