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kuromiiyuuu · 4 months

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how they treat you when you're drunk, jjk.

Geto, sukuna, satoru, and megumi. (f)

warnings, genre, tropes. none! | pure fluff | tropes. dormmate!getoxfem!reader, bf!sukunaxfem!reader, enemy!satoruxfem!reader heavy enemy to livers on satoru's part, boyfriend!megumixfem!reader |

Geto.

"Y/n? what the fuck." he'd munble in his breath as soon as your friends dropped you off of your dorm. your dormate, suguru was luckily still awake, couldn't sleep peacefully since you were not home yet. but now you were, just a little drunk and tipsy, "you're coming home drunk now?"

"hey, stop being rude to me." you reply with a pout, you were tripping over your own words, you fell right on his arms, couldn't even balance yourself. yeah, you were just a tad bit tipsy. your weight was placed on suguru, he closes the door with his foot and carries you by his hand under your legs and the other around your waist. your arms wrapped around his neck for support, "you're handsome."

"and you're drunk." he replies with a tsk at the end of his sentence,"stop saying those things, you don't mean it."

suguru began walking towards your room, entering it and laying you down softly on your bed, "even if I'm drunk, it doesn't change the fact that i find you handsome. what's your name, handsome?"

suguru feels himself chuckling at your silly behavior, you were gonna lose your mind once he tells you the things you were saying right now. it was hilarious, but let me tell you a secret. he might find it funny but trust me, his heart was set in flames at your compliment.

"suguru, but you can call me yours."

"hello, yours!"

Sukuna.

"that's enough." sukuna mumbles, grabbing the shot glass you were about to drink and discarding the liquid on the ground as harshly. you looked at him with a frown, the obvious sign of alcohol can be seen in your appearance.

"but i want another one, kuna." you pout, your voice was trippy and just borderline drunk, your cheeks were red. your eyes were heavy, your head was spinning and you felt like you were floating, "stop being such a buzzkill."

you grabbed another glass and pouring another shot of alcohol but before you can bring the glass up to your lips, sukuna had taken a hold of it and discarded the liquid, again. behind his back, "let's go home."

your eyes suddenly shines in an instant, without him knowing you had already stretched your arms out for him, "carry me, hubby."

"hubby?" he asks, scoffing at the nickname. he was trying to act bitter towards it but to be honest, he liked it, "please refrain yourself from calling me unusual pet names, doll."

"you act so tough all the time when in reality..." your words trailed off when sukuna grabs you gently to help you get on his back. your arms wrapped around his neck. sukuna grabs your bag before hanging it around his neck. you snuggled comfortably against the scent of his soft pink hair, "continue your words, pretty." "im tired of thinking, kuna."

sukuna begins walking, the soft breeze of the night surrounded the loving couple, "you know... you can be cute sometimes."

Satoru.

"oop. careful, sweetie." the silver haired tells you, tightening his grip on your arm more tightly but not to the extent where it started to hurt. you drank way too much alcohol than you can normally take, it was clearly your fault. and now you were facing the consequences for good, you got lost of what you were doing. now you had the man you genuinely hated take care of you after your friends were also in the world of their owns, "don't want to trip now, would you."

"get the fuck off me, satoru." you bite, despite the alcohol in your veins the hatred you had for the mand was still there which was surprising. you push him off of you, the force making you lose your balance, you instantly brig yourself to lena against the wall, your eyes barely opening, "leave me the fuck alone."

"you can barely stand." satoru laughs at your state, he loves seeing you suffer like this, "after three shots, really? what a weak shit you are."

"exfuckingcuse me?" you say, your eyes now opening but it turned to a glare instantly.

"are you passing through?"

you groaned, the pain in your head throbbed in the most fucking bitchh way and it was mixed with satoru's (ugly) face. you slide down to the floor before holding your head in pain, "seeing you makes my head hurt."

"oh don't blame me now sweetie." there was a pause after his reply. and it surprised you to say the least right when he crouched down to your level to meet with your eyes. you were still drunk, but your hatr for the man in front of you was unmatched, "want me to take care of you?"

"I'd rather eat glass."

"stop being a dramatic brat and just let me help you."

"fuck you."

"i dare you."

Megumi.

"my head hurts, gumi. and the room... it's spinning." you complain, it was true, the fact that you felt so light headed was a vague feeling. you never were this drunk before and now that you were, let's just say megumi had a lot of things to take care of. your head rested on his shoulder with his arms wrapped around you, both of you sitting on the couch, "im not drinking ever again."

"that's normal." he replies shortly to you, his tone monotone as usual. he soothes your hair and you relaxed under his touch.

"you know." you lift your head up to look at him, the alcohol hitting in an instant. a thought suddenly pops up in your head and because of the drink that contained ethenol was in your bloodstream. your emotions were snesitive, and let me tell you, megumi was caught off guard as soon as you started crying, "are you thinking of leaving me, gumi?"

you cried even harder at the thought, by this time, megumi was unaware of what to do instead of eloping you into a tight hug. his face screamed a confused expression obviously, "i... im not. please stop crying."

"im sorry, i can't help it." and that just added fuel into the fire, you cried even harder. and you don't even know why, there was just this thing in you that you couldn't help it anymore, you were losing controls of your emotions and... it was the alcohol for sure, "im such a bad girlfriend!"

oh boy, this was going to be a ling night for the raven haired.

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loveforsatoru · 3 months

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Loved You Then, Love You Now- Satoru Gojo x Fem Reader (Chapter 3: Kisses)

4/2/07:

The sun is beginning to rise as Shoko lazily walks around campus. She got back from her friend's place not too long ago, but decided to take a smoke break outside before going in. She didn’t want to wake you.

She’s leaning against the railing of the building, dozing off and letting her mind wander until she feels someone approach her. She looks to her side and it’s Suguru.

“You look roughed up.” She says, passing him her cigarette which he gladly accepts, taking a long drag.

“Yeah. I’ve been walking around town since last night. You should have seen what happened after you left.” He runs a hand through his hair a little too forcefully, like he was trying to rip the strands out.

“Calm down. At this rate, you’ll be bald before you hit 20. Tell me what happened.”

“Y/n and Satoru.” That's all he says, but it’s enough to give Shoko an idea of what he’s talking about.

“Oh yeah? What about them?” She smirks, chest swelling with pride. Only the second day and things are already happening. She can’t wait to see how this is going to play out in the long run.

“He had her in his arms or whatnot. She hugged back, gripping onto him like he was her lifeline. Pretty sure she was crying too. I don’t know why. He told me to stay quiet so as to not divert her attention away from him, and I did. I’ve been walking around since then, and haven't even gone back to my dorm room.” He flicks the cigarette off the railing, and begins picking at his bottom lip. He doesn’t remember the last time something like this has bothered him. He and Satoru rarely have any issues that deal with girls because they have different types. So why is it suddenly a problem when you’re here?

“So you’re jealous?” She asks, tongue clicking against the roof of her mouth. She doesn’t pull her stare away from the rising sun ahead of them.

“I don’t know? I don’t like her like that, so I don’t have a clue on why it’s bothering me this much. She’s been here for less than 48 hours but it feels like an eternity. I don’t want to bring it up to Satoru, not yet at least. I’d feel bad for coming in between them if he has feelings for her.” He groans, holding his head in the palms of his hands.

“It sounds to me like you’re in denial.”

“What are you talking about?”

She shakes her head, feeling like she’s the only one who has any common sense around here. “What do you think I’m talking about? You clearly have feelings for her. You just don’t want to admit it because you want to keep up some nonchalant attitude, carefree as if nothing bothers you. It’s fine to let go every once in a while. You’ll kill yourself if you keep this up.”

“I get what you mean, but it’s too early for me to decide if I have feelings for her or not. You know I’m not the type to rush into things without confirmation. The last thing I want to do is steal her away from Satoru just to find out that I was confused and don’t actually like her.”

Shoko rolls her eyes and makes a mocking face at him which he reciprocates.

“Whatever, do what you want. But don’t deny the fact that she is cute and you could potentially see yourself with her.”

“Whoever can’t notice how attractive she is must be blind, that’s undeniable, but I don’t want to hurt anyone in the process. Myself, Satoru and y/n included.”

“Mature as always.”

She's right, for as long as she’s known Suguru, he’s never made a decision without thinking it through. He has a strong sense of morality, most look up to him because of it.

“Did she tell you anything about it? Satoru, that is?” He asks.

She places her hands on her hips. “Nah, but I did make a bet with her.”

“What bet? You need to stop betting money. You’ll end up a broke gambler.”

“That she’d end up with either you or Satoru as her soulmate.”

He goes wide eyed, face palming at her response.

“What made you bet on that of all things?”

“It was just a hunch, but you know my hunches are rarely ever wrong, so I had a pretty good feeling about it and bet her 15,000 yen. She seemed interested in Satoru when she first got here, it was written all over her face. My guess is, she didn’t speak much to him at first because he gave off a strange impression by getting up in her face and everything. You know how he can be, but then she went on to realize he’s also sweet and calm, not always opening his mouth. That’s one of Satoru’s best charms. He can be loud and outgoing, but serious and romantic when he feels he should be.”

He listens intently to her explanation. Of course, neither of them have 100% confirmation if this was the case, but even then, Suguru felt his heart get struck with jealousy.

“I guess you’re right. Is she in her dorm right now? If she’s awake then I want to talk to her. I won’t bring this up or anything, but I’m the only one who hasn’t had a one on one conversation with her.” His tone is racked with nervousness. He feels like he’s about to throw up at something that shouldn’t matter to him.

“I doubt she’s awake, but I’ll go check.”

Shoko pushes her body off the railing and heads towards your shared dorm. She looks through the peephole and sees all the lights are off, not to her surprise. She picks up the key from under the doormat and slowly opens the door.

“Y/n?” She quietly calls out, but no response.

She walks further into the dorm room, not bothering to take off her shoes.

That’s when she sees you and Satoru curled up together. His head is dipped in the crook of your neck while you both hold each other. He protectively has both his arms around you while you cling to him. The sight makes her eyes soften. She walks over and pulls the blanket over the two of you who’ve been relying on each other's body heat to stay warm throughout the night.

She walks out with a small smile on her face. Suguru is still waiting by the railing.

“Is she in there?” He asks.

“Yeah, but she’s out cold. You’ll have to talk to her some other time.”

“What’s with the smile? Did something happen?”

“I doubt you’ll wanna see for yourself, but Satoru’s in there with her. If the world came crashing down right now, they’d die holding each other from the looks of it.”

He does nothing but nod.

“Good to know.”

It’s now quiet. Too quiet for either of their likings as awkward tension fills the air. What could this mean for the trio's friendship and their newly brewing one with you?

“Well, I’m off to sleep. Goodnight.” He waves her goodbye and shoves his hands in his pockets, walking away with heavy steps.

Shoko feels bad, but she won’t interfere. She’ll watch from the sidelines and offer advice when needed. There’s still time, anything could happen.

…

The sun beams through the cracks of the large sliding door. You don’t know what time it is, but you must’ve overslept.

You groan and rub the sleep out of your eyes, but when you try to get up, something is holding you down. You look to the side and see Satoru sleeping peacefully, arms snug around your waist, preventing you from getting up. You try to pry out of his grip, but it’s no use. He just holds onto you harder every time you attempt to get away from him. It’s not like you want to. You’d spend the rest of the day in bed with him if you could, but you need to get up and get yourself ready. Shoko’s not in bed, so you assume she must’ve gotten up already, not that you saw her come in at any point in the night anyway.

“Satoru,” You whisper in his ear, fighting off a giggle due to his bed head and face full of sleep.

He only mumbles a “What?” before pulling you back down onto him and falling back into his slumber.

You squeak at the sudden movement and blush at the close proximity. He looks so peaceful.

You take the time to closely look at his features. His long, white lashes, soft cheeks, but sharp jawline, and his plump lips pursed into a small pout.

You kiss the tip of his nose and tuck your hair behind your ears to prevent it from falling in his face. Missing a few classes won’t hurt. If there’s anything super important, Suguru or Shoko would come in to tell you guys.

Speaking of Suguru, you didn’t even get to say goodbye to him yesterday, You’ll have to make it up somehow.

But that thought quickly slips into the back of your mind when you see Satoru’s eyes staring right back at yours, but you can’t tell what he’s thinking. Hardly anyone can.

“What are you thinking about?” You ask, wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat and the way it picks up when you close the gap between your bodies.

“You.” His answer is plain and simple. You look up at him, expecting to see some form of teasing written on his face, but there wasn’t any. There was nothing but honesty in his words.

You feel a strange feeling overcome your body, it’s not bad, but it’s something you’ve never felt before. Years of isolation and abuse made you blind to these kinds of things. The sense of hope, happiness and love are all foreign to you. You can’t put your finger on why he’s making you feel this way. “Why?”

“What do you mean, why?”

“Nobody’s ever told me that before, so I assumed you were joking, but it was clear that you weren’t and that confused me.”

He leans up on his elbows, threading his fingers through your hair and brings you in closer, his lips grazing against yours.

The air is thick, he hasn’t spoken a word. Not even a sound. His head is swirling with thoughts of you and how bad he wants to feel your lips on his.

You gulp, the closeness of your faces making you nervous. It’s like he’s playing a game with you, trying to see how long you can hold out before giving in.

“Have you ever kissed somebody before?” He whispers against your lips, his breathing heavy.

“No..” You’re insecure about missing out on so many regular teenage experiences, but no sorcerer is normal. Every one of them has their flaws. Some are just better at hiding it than others. Satoru happens to be one of them. His greatest flaw? Loving you.

“I’ll teach you.”

And he gently brings his lips to yours, allowing you to get used to the unfamiliar sensation. His hand is cupping the side of your face while the other is settled on your thigh, massaging the skin underneath his fingertips.

You climb onto his lap, legs around his waist and hands on the back of his neck, digging into the skin. It burns, but he likes it. He falls against the pillows, but his hold on you doesn’t falter much like your lips moving in sync. His hands have left their previous locations and moved up, gripping onto your hips and kneading them with care, holding onto you like you’re the most fragile piece of glass. One wrong move and you’d break beneath his touch.

The world around you doesn’t exist right now. The atmosphere is still, quiet, everything you’re not used to. You can feel the intensity of Satoru’s feelings radiating off of him, like he’s been waiting years to do this. Only you could come into his life and make his mind spin with thoughts he’s never had before.

You reluctantly pull away for air, chest heaving and unmoving from your position on top of him, hands planted firmly against his toned abs with your legs straddling his waist. Your lips are glossed over and swollen, your shirt falling off the side of your shoulder. You look ethereal, like a goddess who came from Heaven down onto Earth in order to bless everyone with your beauty. It might be his new favorite sight.

He feels like a middle school boy in love. “How was it?”

“It was great..” There aren't enough words you could put together to describe what you feel. You want more. Need it, crave it.

But before you could dip your head back down onto his, the door to your dorm clicks open and Shoko stands at the entrance with a plastic bag in hand.

As she’s taking off her sweater and shoes, her gaze meets yours and embarrassment washes over you. Satoru does nothing but laugh, finding the awkward situation amusing. You quickly get off his lap and roll onto your respective side of the bed.

“What are you guys doing?! You seriously missed half the day for this?!”

Satoru raises an eyebrow. It’s that late already? It felt like the entire night had only been 5 minutes. “Half the day? What are you talking about?”

“It’s half past noon! Yaga was on my ass about where you two were and I had to cover saying you both got sick. You’re so lucky we didn’t do anything important today.” She grumbles, tossing you the bag before sprawling out on her bed.

“Sorryy, Shoko.” You catch the bag in your hands and begin sifting through it. “What’s in here?”

“A sandwich. I figured you’d be hungry, so I picked you something up from the convenience store. I wouldn’t have done that if I knew I’d walk in on you guys making out though.”

“Thanks. You didn’t have to. What time did you come back last night? I didn’t see you?”

“I got back hella late. You were fast asleep hours before, but I slept in Suguru’s dorm. Since this one made himself comfortable in ours and I didn’t want to third wheel.” She says, pointing at Satoru in which he playfully shrugs.

“Is there anything else for the rest of the day?” You unwrap the sandwich, taking a bite before feeding some to Satoru who keeps his eyes on you the entire time, not tearing away his peer for a second.

“No, surprisingly the cursed spirit rate has been low for the week, so we get the rest of the day off since there’s no missions or anything. They handed an easy grade 4 to the first years but that’s about it. We should go shopping though. The room is plain.” She sighs dramatically and tosses her hands up.

You feel Satoru’s hands beginning to roam your body once again. He has an arm behind his head while he gives you his best faux innocent look. You shoot him a glare before responding to Shoko, who could see everything going down, but chooses to ignore it to spare you some embarrassment.

“When do you want to go?”

“Right now.” She turns her attention to Satoru who is far too invested in you to notice the annoyance flooding out of Shoko’s voice for overdoing his stay. She clears her throat, but to no surprise, he doesn’t notice, or so he acts like it. He doesn’t care.

She gets off her bed and walks to yours, standing over it. You look at her, a piece of the sandwich in your mouth when she begins slapping and pushing Satoru to get him to leave. “Satoru! Out, out, out! This is my dorm too!”

He grumbles and gets up, throwing his sunglasses back on his face. “Fine, fine! You’re so lame.” But before he exits, he makes sure to give you one more tender kiss, running out immediately after once he sees Shoko’s seething expression.

She slams the door shut while you remain sat in bed like a child watching 2 siblings fight.

“So, are you gonna tell me what happened while I was gone?” She asks, crossing her arms and peering down at you as if she were your mother, ready to scold you for having a boy in your bed.

You shrink under her intense stare. “It was nothing like that! He just walked me home last night, came inside, and we went to bed..”

“Oh really? So why were you sitting on his lap when I came in? Hmm? Hmm?” With every word, she gets closer and closer to your face until your noses were practically touching.

“And I guess we kissed..”

“Just kissed, huh? I’m glad I walked in when I did. Anymore of that and he would’ve had to make a trip to the pharmacy for a pregnancy test.” As serious as she sounds, she finds joy in teasing you.

“Shoko!” You groan, pulling the covers completely over your head and burying yourself away. “Don’t tell anyone.”

“Don’t worry! Your secret's safe with me.” She smiles and gives you a playful wink, imitating people kissing with her hands. “So, are you still a virgin?”

Her question makes you go red in the face. “Of course I am! That was only my first kiss!”

“Can’t blame me for asking.” She shrugs. “You’re pretty, confident, know how to fend for yourself, a little naive which you need to be careful with, but aside from that, it’s only natural for most to assume you’ve already had your first time.”

“How am I naive?” You always figured you were pretty mature and tough skinned. Perhaps you were wrong.

“Not naive in a childish way if that's what you were thinking, but sometimes, you seem oblivious and distrusting to the world around you, like a lost soul in a sense. I don’t know if that comes from being shut away for most of your life, but you can’t seem to take hints. There’s nothing wrong with that, it just means you need to pay more attention to when people tell you things.”

You nod along, somewhat grasping what she’s saying.

“About Satoru..” She begins. “What do you think that was? The kiss and whatever you guys did the night before. Him being friendly or do you think he likes you?”

“I don’t know… at first I thought he was just being nice, but something about him makes me think it’s more than that.”

“That’s your problem. You don’t notice when people are trying to give you hints. If anyone else were in your shoes, their first thought would be that the other person has feelings for them. Ultimately, it ends up hurting and confusing the one you’re involved with if you play off their antics like it’s nothing. Do you know why you’re like this? Do you think it’s naivety or something else?”

“I don’t know… The way he acted earlier surprised me. I asked him what he was thinking about, he said me, and my first instinct was to ask why.”

Your response confuses her. What person in their right mind would ask why the one they spent the night with was thinking about them? “And why’s that?”

“I guess I didn’t believe him. I didn’t think he’d actually harbor feelings for someone like me.”

Someone like you? What the hell are you talking about?

The more you speak, the more she begins to worry. How are you saying all this with a straight face? No tears, no anger, no shouting. Nothing at all. It’s almost scary, uncanny. She knows if she felt that way, she wouldn’t know what to do with herself. “Do you think there’s something wrong with you?”

“I just think I’m unloveable.”

“Who told you that?”

“It’s the one thing I’ve been told my entire life. It’s something you get used to and eventually becomes engraved into your head. I always thought the possibility of someone liking me was zero. I guess that also stems from my own insecurities of not feeling like I’m good enough.”

Shoko knows the Zenin Clan is awful, anyone with a brain in the Jujutsu Society is aware of that, but to think that it’d alter the way someone thinks and views things is on another level.

“Does Satoru know you feel this way?”

You shift around in your bed, sitting with your knees tucked under your chin. “No..”

“Do you plan on telling him?”

“Eventually, but it feels too early. I’ve only been here 2 days. I need to wrap my mind around everything first.”

“Alright, it’s up to you. But get ready so we can go furniture shopping.”

…

You and Shoko spent hours roaming around almost every furniture store in the area. Your feet are sore, arms about to fall off from the stuff you guys are carrying and she still wants to look at more.

“Shokoooo! This is way too much stuff! Do we really need all of this?” You complain, slacking forward in a hunchback position.

She’s barely breaking a sweat despite the 4 bags on each arm. “Of course we do. Our dorm is plain and boring. We’ll be spending the next year there, you know. It needs to be cozy, our own temporary home.”

“Yeah, but when summer breaks rolls around, you’ll go home and I’ll be left all alone in a dorm filled with things. I’ll start to get claustrophobia.”

She doesn’t want to question why you won’t go home for summer break. That’s self explanatory.

“I’m sure one of the guys wouldn’t mind letting you spend the summer with them.”

“I couldn’t possibly ask them for that big of a favor. It’s fine, I’ll rent a beach house for myself or something.”

“You underestimate how much they like you, but suit yourself. Let’s go check out some curtains!” She drags you by your arm, pulling you across the populated streets into yet another furniture store. Any more of this and you might just have to ask to switch roommates.

…

The walk back to school was horrid. You’re panting, sweating like a pig and dragging the bags to your dorm.

“This is all your fault. You have a shopping addiction and it needs to be checked.” You say, in between breaths.

She rolls her eyes and flips you off to which you dramatically gasp. You enjoy being around her, she gets you. Having a strong bond with another girl is nice. You spent years in your cramped room watching tv shows and there was always a pair of best friends that got through everything together. With each moment that goes by, you find yourself wanting that with Shoko. Her, your best friend for as long as she can.

You slump against the door of your dorm room, eager to get everything inside. Shoko fumbles through her purse, searching for the key.

“Hurry up! I need to lay down!”

“Shut up! You whine like a toddler.”

She finally undoes the lock and you rush inside, tossing the bags upon bags on the counter before laying down in bed, sighing as the soft mattress soothes the tension in your back.

But your taste of freedom and relief doesn’t last long when someone walks in through the dorm, calling your name.

“Y/n?”

You block out the voice with your pillows, pretending you can’t hear whoevers looking for you.

“She’s in her bed,” Shoko says.

The voice calls out again, “Y/n?”

You poke your head out, and Suguru is standing in front of you.

“Sorry if I’m bothering, but can I talk to you for a second? Alone?”

You look back at Shoko and she motions for you to go ahead.

“Yeah sure, it’s no problem.”

You throw your legs off the bed and he leads you outside, watching your form as you walk.

You both sit down on a bench in front of the school fountain. Since he hasn’t said anything, you decide to start the conversation.

“Where’d you go last night? I didn’t get to say goodbye.”

He scratches the back of his head. He doesn’t want to say that Satoru told him to leave. “I had to go visit someone who came into town.”

“Sorry for not getting the chance to talk to you as much. I’ve been busy figuring some stuff out and Shoko asked me to go shopping with her. I wanted to apologize for not noticing you had left last night, but things came up and I completely forgot.”

The sound of your voice fills his ears as he listens attentively to your explanation and apology. Guilt was written all over your face for something that wasn’t your fault. It’s cute.

“Don’t worry about it.”

“But What did you want to talk to me about?” You’re playing with the hem of your almost too short skirt that stops at your upper thighs. Suguru is shamelessly staring like a pervert who enjoys the sight way too much. He wants to touch you, feel you, be the one to stay in bed with you instead of Satoru, but he knows he can’t have that.. Yet.

“Satoru was with you last night, right?”

"Yeah," you nod, giving him confirmation he needs. He knows Shoko told him hours prior when they were talking at the railing, but he was hoping it was just his mind playing games on him.

Speak of the devil. Satoru approaches the two of you and wraps his arms around you from the back, gently gripping your jaw to meet his face with his long, slender fingers before giving you a kiss, but it’s different from the one you shared back in your dorm a few hours prior. It’s sweet, but mixed with something different. It’s possessive, sloppy as he chases your tongue with his own, mixing your saliva together. He has you nearly moaning in his mouth.

The sight makes Suguru’s blood boil and Satoru knows it.

You ultimately break away from the kiss, keeping your hand laced in his hair. “Hey, Satoru-”

Before you can get another word out, he sits down on the other side of the bench and pulls you onto his lap, letting his hands roam around your skirt. “Hi, angel. What are you guys talking about?”

Angel. That’s new.

“He was just-” You begin, but get cut off by Suguru.

“Nothing. I wanted to talk to her for a bit. It wasn’t important.”

“Are you sure? You seemed pretty nervous about something when you went into my dorm.” You say, tilting your head to the side.

Immediately, Satoru’s grip on you gets tighter.

“Yeah, Suguru. If you were nervous then something must be up.” He raises his eyebrows and attempts to mask his scowl with an airheaded smile, acting like he doesn’t know anything that’s going on.

Suguru begins to grow more impatient with the white haired boy. He doesn’t want to talk about this in front of you. “Leave it alone, Satoru. It had nothing to do with you.”

“Oh, are you sure? I think it had everything to do with me.”

You turn your head away to look at something out in the distance and for that second, Suguru almost rips Satoru’s head off, shooting him the nastiest look.

“What are you doing here anyway?” Suguru retorts.

“I was just going to say we should go to the pool tonight after it closes. We could buy drinks, bring our own stuff and stay there until morning.” Satoru says, still holding you firmly on his lap.

“Why after is closes?” You ask.

Satoru begins to play with the ends of your hair. “It’s more fun. We’ll have the entire place to ourselves. Could you give Suguru and I a minute though? Tell Shoko about the plans for tonight too.”

You scrunch your eyebrows, but nod, giving him an “okay.”

“Thanks, angel.” He kisses you before you get up, walking back to your dorm room. He makes sure you’re far away enough to start talking to Suguru.

“Seriously, what were you talking to her about?” He stands up, balling his hands into fists which were currently inside his uniform pockets.

“It’s none of your business.” Suguru stays in his place on the bench, watching Satoru’s expression grow in irritation.

“Was it about last night? Were you trying to ask her what happened?”

“So what if I was?”

“It shouldn’t concern you. If you wanted to know anything, you should’ve just asked me.” Satoru’s voice leaks frustration.

Suguru now stands up as well. “But I wanted to hear it from her, not you.”

“Why? What difference does it make?”

“It doesn’t, but I wanted to talk to her and hear it from her. I was looking to get some sort of mental relief, but it didn’t do anything besides make things worse.”

Despite Suguru standing, Satoru still towers over him due to their difference in height.

“Mental relief? What are you talking about?”

“I think like her, Satoru. I’m sorry. I thought about it and tried to convince myself that it wasn’t serious, but I couldn’t help it. I keep thinking about her. How I want to get to know her better, kiss her, be with her, be in her.” Suguru says the last part with an edge in his voice, trying to get a rise out of Satoru and see how grave he’s taking this whole ordeal with your sudden enrollment and newfound position in their lives.

And it worked, Satoru pushes him and grabs him by the collar of his shirt, the fabric threatening to tear. “Suguru, don’t you ever fucking think of touching her, much less being the one to do that with her.”

He puts his hands up in protest, “Alright, alright. I wasn’t being serious about that part, but I do like her. I didn’t want to come between the two of you, I thought I should just let you know." He knows he told Shoko he wanted to think it through more, but he can’t think properly when it comes to you.

Satoru lets go and walks away back to their dorm without responding. The two of them rarely get into disagreements, but there’s certain things they don’t see eye to eye on. Morals, Suguru lives by them, Satoru hates them. And you, Suguru wants you, but Satoru is bound to you for eternity.

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3vergr3en · 2 months

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Series ',- Ｔｈｅ　Ｓｕｍｍｅｒ　ｏｆ　０７'

In the summer of 2007, you were assigned on a mission, along with your two best friends, to escort a young girl to a vessel. How hard is that? Oh.. if only you knew then that this summer was not as ordinary as the others. - When juggling the responsibility of this mission and the obstacles that come with it, you find yourself in a predicament when a little, tiny crush on your best friend blossoms into more. Could you keep those feelings dormant, or would you let it show a little, especially when you’re going to spend the entire summer with him?

🌼 Paring: teenage!geto x teenage!fem!reader

🌼 Tags: slowburn, eventual explicit content, swearing, violence, mentions of smoking and drinking, coming of age, other jjk characters will be involved, will add specific tags for each chapters!

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CHAPTERS ',- 💌

one — Eyes Off You.

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kissofsuguru · 3 months

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ABOUT ME!

Hi! My name is kennedy. You can also refer to me as ken or kiki.

SHE/HER ╰╮19 ╰╮AMERICAN+GERMAN

NEW TO TUMBLR!

PISCES SUN, MOON, & RISING

ENTP 8w7

MY FAVS!

suguru geto ✦ satoru gojo ✦ okkotsu yuta ✦ megumi fushiguro ✦ trafalgar law ✦ monkey d. luffy ✦ nami ✦ roronoa zoro ✦ perona ✦ franky ✦ nico robin ✦ narciso anasui ✦ illumi zoldyck ✦ nana ✦ hachi ✦ ymir ✦ christa ✦ …probably more i cannot think of

YES, YES, YES!

geto & law (my beloved) one piece, JJK, anime overall, fortnite, basketball, tennis, cats, my friends & mutuals, sleep, candles, sandalwood scents, thrifting, sweaters, cosplaying, baking, skincare, acrylic nails, anything cute and aesthetically pleasing, cherry coke, fall, rain and snow, figurines, monster high, old barbie movies, edits, editing, reading, writing, fluff, s’mores & cotton candy flavored things, coffee, long haired fictional men,

+ a lot more!

NO, NO, NO!

toji fushiguro (sorry for this one), spiders (i have arachnophobia), racism, homophobia, ableism, pedophilia, plagiarism, any type of stealing of one(s) content, arguing, rude or disrespectful behavior, eggs, not respecting boundaries, hot flashes, period cramps, fortnite campers, trying to count in my head, overly loud noises, dropping my food, bowls that aren’t deep enough, forks too big, curtains that drag on the ground, scorpions, crabs, marshmallows, chlorine, bug bites or feeling too itchy, hypocrisy

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winternet-s · 5 months

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﹙winnie's thoughts﹚i'm so sorry for the size of the video but i took the youtube's size and didn't know the size of the smaller size you usually see of my layouts or whatever you call it ૮₍⇀‸↼‶₎ა ! like why is it huge ?!

𓈒 ୭ৎ jujutsu kaisen ☆ 🪡 ۪ ݁ 𓈒

୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ ☆sabotage - k.nanami x fem!reader : coming soon !

୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ ☆chaotic bound - no pairing, fem!reader

୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ ☆ but . . my summer ? - g.satoru x fem!reader : coming soon !

🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･cupid is dumb - g.satoru : in which [name] is the cupid of her after helping tons of students with their relationships or crushes, satoru included - but who could fool cupid in terms of romance ?

🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ stuck in you - platonic, fem!reader : in which [name], yuuji, megumi, and nobara had one mission to eliminate the curse but find themselves into each other's bodies.

#masterlist series #ff series #jjk series #jjk masterlist #jjk #one piece #fairy tail #jjk x reader #fairy tail x reader #yuuji #nobara kugisaki #megumi fushiguro #gojo satoru #geto suguru #fem reader #black writers #ff x reader #anime ff #anime fanfic

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cafeinthemoon · 2 years

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Portrait of a Monk - Chapter XIV

Chapter 14/?

Wordcount 3,1k

Title The Priest's Honeymoon

Fandom Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing Geto Suguru X reader

Previous chapters

1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5 . 6 . 7 . 8 . 9 . 10 . 11 . 12 . 13

Symbols ⭕ . ➕ . 🖤

Warning (s): Implied nudity (non sexual); Geto being overprotective (as always)

Tagging @darling-imobsessed @wasurenagusaa (if you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just send an ask or a message, or leave a comment on this chapter 😉)

A.N.: So... A chapter at the hot springs! This is something I've been wanting to write for a while, not necessarily for this story, but it came out to fit it, so here we have our shy y/n-chan not wanting to get rid of her towel while Geto-sama doesn't take his eyes off her 😳 As if it wasn't enough, she's introduced to another side of his technique, about which they will have more to discuss...

Geto-sama wanted to be as real as possible for you, and he did take his measures to see it happening. One of the said measures, as you discovered in the next morning, was to arrange things so that you would spend that whole week in honeymoon.

When you woke up, you found yourself alone, wrapped in the blankets just like you remembered being when you fell asleep the night before. Thanks to them, as well as to the heater, your body was warm, and the sound barrier was still active, protecting your ears from the winds outside, the clearest sign of Winter’s approaching. Except for the slight numbness in your limbs and a subtle ache between your legs, you wouldn’t say you were tired, but leaving the bed was the last thing you wanted right now. You sighed with yourself and entered deeper inside the blankets. You couldn’t remember when was the last time you felt so in peace.

You turned on your side and ended up sleeping again.

***

Only when you woke up for the second time, you realized the room was too quiet. You moved your arm to the spot beside you and found it empty. At first, you just thought your husband left to solve some minor issues and would be right back, so there was nothing to worry about, but when minutes passed and there was still no sign of him, you frowned.

Finally, you moved the blanket away. You blinked a few times and passed your sight over the space. The room was still a bit dark, but a cold light was perceptible through the cracks of the porch door, forming a sequence of pale beams, giving every surface a shade of blue.

In any corner you looked, no trace of his cursed energy was sensed.

You left the bed, grabbed your robe and headed to the bathroom. After washing your face and brushing your hair, you went back to the bed area, thinking of changing your clothes and try to find Geto.

However, a more attentive look showed that you wouldn’t have to go too far.

His chambers, larger than any other in the temple, were divided in two sections: that one where you slept, and a second, separated from it by a shoji door, where he had a table for meals and a second-hand office, a place where only a few were allowed: that was the room where he gave you the hairpin and proposed to you. When you left the bathroom, you heard noises coming from there and noticed the door was half opened. You didn’t waste time.

You slipped across the door and found him with his back turned on the entry, sitting at the table. He was in his black robe, finishing his breakfast. His hair, untied and spreading down his back, was already brushed.

– I considered calling my y/n-chan to have her breakfast with me, but she was sleeping so sweetly that I didn’t want to wake her up – he spoke without looking at you.

You weren’t surprised that he noticed your presence despite your silent arrival; it was rather a relief not having the responsibility of starting your first conversation after… last night. Yes, the memories were a bit embarrassing now that you revisited them under the daylight, less because of what happened than because your worries on how it could change you in his eyes. Well, would it really change you?

You must have been stuck in the doorway for too long, for your master turned to you with soft but inquiring eyes.

– Won’t you join me at the table, my dear? – he stretched his left arm to you – Come before the tea gets cold.

You approached the table and were going to occupy the spot by his side, but Geto took your hand and placed you on his lap. You didn’t have time to refuse it, not even to be flustered: you felt his hands adjusting your legs, giving you space to get comfortable, his arm surrounding your waist, bringing you close to his chest. It was a warmer, more intimate version of that occasion, a few weeks ago, when you were together at this very space, discussing the wedding’s date. With his palm on the back of your head, he caressed your hair and left a long, soft kiss on it.

– Such a delightful thing to see in the morning – he mumbled, sensing the fragrance of your hair – My beloved y/n-chan in my arms… Now, let’s take care of her just like she deserves.

He brought the teapot closer and, holding it with his right hand, he poured the liquid on a cup; the steam and the relaxing scent of herbs spread around the table, filling your nostrils. He gave you the filled cup; you sipped the tea and approved the taste.

With a smile, your husband brought an empty bowl closer, but when you thought you were just going to fill it and eat, he proposed something else.

– Choose what you want, dear, and I’ll get it for you.

Yes, that sounded unusual even for your eccentric lover, but the content upon the table was so inviting that you found it useless to argue: you did as he said, and the result was the prettiest bowl imaginable. With a pair of hashi, Geto stirred the food, took a bit... and brought it to you. Only then you understood what he had in mind, and your eyes widened: he was going to feed you, then?

You looked from the hashi to him, met his usual, soft smile, then looked back at the hashi, confirming his intention. You left the tea on the table and turned your attention to the food, opening your mouth with curiosity, then covered your lips while chewing, not holding back the smile of pleasure with the excellent taste.

– I’m so happy that you liked it! – Geto turned to the bowl and took a second bit of the food – More?

You nodded.

– Please, my Lord.

And he kept feeding you until the bowl was empty.

It didn’t escape you a glimmer of pleasure in his eyes while he observed your delicate form receiving this curious, affectionate gesture: the way your pupils widened to the sight of the food, your nostrils sensing the scent of the condiments, your small lips spreading to taste the bits and closing around the hashi while they moved away... It was a delight to watch his y/n-chan experimenting, accepting his love with no question; it wasn’t a shame to depend on him for a moment, he would say. And since the season of hard work brought by Winter was around the corner, and with it, little time to enjoy together, you told yourself it was better to take this opportunity.

When everything was finished, you remained quiet, resting in Geto’s arms with your eyes closed while he filled another cup of tea for himself.

At some moment, he started a conversation.

– There’s a place where I want to take you for our honeymoon, dear. Actually, I already reserved a stay there.

You were almost sleeping again, but opened your eyes and raised your head at this.

– Did you? What type of place, Geto-sama?

– The hot springs at … Have you ever heard of them?

– I’m afraid not – you replied after thinking for a second.

– They’re located in the North, not so far from here. The building is wide, surrounded by trees and natural beauty. And it’s very peaceful, so we won’t have to worry about a crowd.

Your cheeks heated up at the mention of a crowd, but it wasn’t the presence of other people that worried you: though you never visited hot springs in your life, you knew that people used to stay completely undressed in front of each other at them. Was that appropriate for you two, despite you being a couple?

Your husband blinked one eye at you, fully aware of your apprehension.

– Speaking of crowds, I reserved a private bath for us, so you don’t have to be afraid – and kissing the top of your head, – No strange eyes will be on my y/n-chan.

That was quite a relief: you still haven’t got used to show yourself to the man you loved, so having your form exposed to other people outside your home would be a nightmare.

With that issue solved, the only preoccupation you had was concerning the travel.

– When do we leave, then?

– Today.

– Today? But… isn’t it too far? How long would we take to get there, my Lord?

– If we chose a traditional transport, we would take long to arrive, that’s true – he explained – But we have a more efficient way to cover the distance.

– What way?

He giggled.

– You’ll see.

***

In the end, the effective way of traveling was revealed to be that winged cursed spirit Geto summoned at the garden the day he told you about innate techniques. By that time, you already knew he had thousands of curses under his control, but you rarely saw him using them unless in great necessity: your husband always preferred to do things by himself or to delegate the work to his children. Besides, even though he never openly spoke about this to you, you also knew that he didn’t appreciate spending time around the common people, and barely let his family do this – in your case, this protection was such that you haven’t seen any of them since you came to live there – which explained his rejection for traditional transports, at least partly.

You weren’t so fond of heights, which made you suspicious about putting yourself on the curse’s back and fly with it, but you were comforted in this too: Geto spent the whole travel holding you in his arms, and even wrapped you in a blanket because of the cold. You thought of taking a nap to not see the blank space around you, but it turned out to be unnecessary: as promised by your husband, the travel’s duration was incredibly short, something around ten minutes, if your notion of time was correct.

Soon, you were landing at the large, solitary gates of the bath house, away from the chilling winds of upside. Geto stepped down from the curse’s back and helped you reach the ground, then stretched his hand, making the creature disappear. There were no people at sight, and you thought it was for the best: if they were usually unable to see curses, it would be scary for them to witness two strangers coming from nowhere above.

Your package was carried in the stomach of another cursed spirit. When you folded the blanket, Geto summoned it and told you to put it inside the curse. It disappeared right after, and you crossed the house’s entry with your arms entwined.

***

Finally, you reached the room reserved for you.

While Geto summoned the curse and took the packages out of it, you went to explore the place, opening the doors and looking at their interiors in awe.

The room was as large and comfortable as your own at the temple, and was even structured in a way that resembled it: the furniture, the bed area and the bathroom were arranged in the same positions of your room at home, and there was little to no difference in the proportions of the two rooms and the distance between the objects. The remarkable differences consisted in the lights, not as softer as the ones of the temple, and the porch door, that would lead to a small, private garden surrounding a pool of hot water without the necessity of a long, stone path to it, as it happened in your house.

It was everything so pleasing, so familiar that in a moment, that room felt like home. Maybe your husband chose that specific room to maintain this sense of comfort and soothe your process of adaptation.

Not only this, but an extension of the behavior pattern he showed while feeding you early that morning was also applied in favor of this: Geto already told that you had the face of a doll once, but that time he started having some kind of fun treating you like one.

Shortly after having your personal items settled, when you started the preparations for your first bath, he asked you to approach. When you did it, he made you turn around and tied your hair up with a pin he carried with himself. You brought your own pins of course, but you wouldn’t refuse a favor from your husband.

– Thank you, Geto-sama…

He patted your head with a smile, as to say it was nothing. He indicated the place where the towels were kept and pointed to the bed, where two of them were already separated, then brought his hands to your shoulders. You felt his fingers groping under the hems, making your clothing slip down, and held your breath: he was going to undress you and wrap you in the towel, then. Yes, you refused when he tried to do this last night, saying you preferred to manage your bath by yourself, but that time you didn’t oppose, despite your shyness: you thought that if you always said no, you’d never get used to it. And it wasn’t like you’ve had your boundaries disrespected, anyway: whenever you showed discomfort with a gesture or act, Geto would step back and try to understand what happened, then respond accordingly.

Then why did this feel strange? Why couldn’t you let him just take care of you?

When you noticed, you were already covered by the white towel, and your clothes were placed on the bed.

– Go ahead – Geto was saying – Enjoy the water. I’m right behind you.

You adjusted the towel upon your chest and went to the porch door.

That porch was narrow compared to the one of the temple, but seemed to be built with the same type of wood. Right ahead, there was a small group of descending stairs made of gray stone that led to the bathtub itself, a rounded crater surrounded by smooth edges and a wooden floor; at the right and the left, starting from the porch, there were some sort of thin walls decorated with natural landscapes and birds, so that the only open space was in front of you, right after the tub, where you saw trees, flowers and some exotic species of plants. It was incredible that they were still this beautiful by that time of the year, but you supposed the gardeners had their tricks to maintain their good aspect.

Unlike you imagined, it wasn’t really cold outside, for steam was constantly raising up from the water, reaching your spot and warming everything around the tub.

It was a marvelous place to stay at. You spent a moment observing the surroundings, then decided to enter the water. You unwrapped the edge of the towel under your arm... but gave up on taking it off when a noise was heard among the plants.

You took a step back, thinking if you should go back to the room and call Geto or ignore it. It could be just the wind or a small animal hiding.

Unfortunately, you didn't have the necessary time to find out before the source of the noise revealed itself, and it had nothing to do with an animal: it was a curse with the size of a big dog, with a greyish purple skin and the aspect of a reptile, but its body and limbs were twisted, just as its movements as it crawled on the wooden floor. From the curse’s mouth came a wheezing sound that made you cringe.

Despite the disturbing appearance, the curse wasn’t that strong. It might have been born from the stress or fear of the previous hosts, nothing you couldn’t deal with. You took a deep breath, stretched your hand to exorcize it...

– Ah, wait a little, my dear.

You startled at your husband’s voice, so cheerful, coming from the porch. You looked behind and saw him approaching and passing by you, his eyes fixed on the spirit. His hair was now tied up and he had a towel wrapped at his waist, but his thighs were exposed.

– Instead of just exorcizing it, why don’t we give it a better destiny?

You frowned.

– How so, my Lord?

– I’ll show you.

He stretched his hand toward the curse, still wheezing and now trying to reach his feet. The curse raised its head toward him and let out the loudest noise possible, as if sensing that something terrifying was about to happen.

And that ended up being the case, at least to it. Slowly, its body was pulled up and absorbed in a spiral under your husband’s hand, until it was turned into a compact, black orb. Geto observed it for a second and, with a giggle, opened his mouth to swallow it whole.

You stood there in silence, staring at him. So... that was how he took over all those curses he possessed?

Geto looked back at you and raised an eyebrow, as if what he just did was the most common thing in this world. Then, suddenly, he laughed.

– Ah, I almost forgot it! You haven’t seen me using my technique yet – he approached and made a caress your chin – This shouldn’t have happened so suddenly. I’m sorry for scaring you, y/n-chan.

– I’m not scared, my Lord – you shrugged – I’m just... surprised. I already knew your technique was unusual, but I’d never thought it would work like this.

He smiled.

– Well, there’s more about it that you’re yet to find out – he approached the tub’s edge – But for now let’s just relax, okay?

And before you asked yourself what he was going to do, Geto unwrapped the towel from his body and folded it before entering the tub. You turned away with your face in heat; you heard when his foot touched the tub’s bottom, and only looked again when he was already covered in water, the smooth, hot waves dancing at his chest’s height, the towel upon the wooden edge beside him.

You were still standing, holding your own towel around yourself, not sure of what to do. He turned to your side and leaned his elbow on the border, his cheek on his hand, eyes glued on you.

– Is my y/n-chan so afraid of the water – he blinked with his left eye, a growing smug on his face – Or is she afraid of something else?

No verbal response came from you, too shy even to giggle. You understood that he wasn’t going to do you the favor of turning his gaze away, so you just did what you had to do and freed your body from the towel, leaving it close to Geto’s after taking your spot on the steamy water.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk geto #jujutsu kaisen geto #jjk getou #geto suguru #getou suguru #geto x reader #geto suguru x reader #jjk fanfic #jjk ff #jjk x reader

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mikareo · 3 months

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

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

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

YEAR ONE, DAY ONE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Jujutsu Society fears Geto Suguru..

…and Geto Suguru fears himself.

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

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

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

For Satoru…do it for Satoru…

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

“Geto Suguru?”

He doesn’t recognize that voice.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shit.

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

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

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

That sound?

You’re laughing?

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

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

Pets are cute…

…your smile is cute too.

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

YEAR ONE, DAY NINETY-FOUR

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

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

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

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

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

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

…no matter who he was involved with…

…until he met you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It reminded you of him?

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

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

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

…but your praise for yourself is short-lived.

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

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

Is he…crying?

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

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

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

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

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

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noodevolucion · 2 months

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laughing my ass off cuz the first friggin post in a jjk tag that i js joined was A SMUTTY GETO FIC

#geto suguru #jjk geto #jjk shitpost #jjk x reader #for the love of god #ffs #what is the world coming to #sos #i hate monkeys

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yakshamenogias · 2 years

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Sub!Geto x Dom!Male!Reader

~CW- idk there's a lot of shit, Geto's down bad for you

KINKTOBER RATING - •RAW•

Geto hated the idea of being stuck in a cramped space with his arch nemesis. And vice versa for you. You two sat on opposing sides as you waited for the door to open. In another 7 minutes, that is.

Everyone had decided to take a trip back to their childhood during a college party and play a "quick" game of Seven Minutes in Heaven. And the unlucky ones forced to sit together in a tight closet unfortunately had to be you two.

Despite being far apart, your both felt each others body heat radiating off each other. You both were aroused, yet neither of you said anything. Your well-known rivalry would fall apart if either of you uttered even a word. However, it seems Geto cared more than you did. "Yo, don't get any-" Just the sight of your lips opening in such a manner finally knocked him over the edge. He grabbed your hands, pressing his lips violently against yours as he leaned onto your body propped against the closet wall. You weren't in complete shock, you had wanted to do the exact same thing.

Now here you were, sitting on a folding chair with Geto grinding against your thigh as you both tongued each other's throats. The male whined when you removed yourself from him. "I knew you were a slut for me." You chuckled at the male. "Don't laugh.." He muttered, pent up yet hurt from your rudeness. "Aww.. you're so.. cute." You whispered, pecking his neck as an apology. The affection just made his erection worse, as he began whining aloud, tugging at your shirt after removing his. Standing up, Geto quickly pulled off his jeans. After removing all clothes, he begged and pleaded for you to fuck him. He had allowed all sanity and self-respect to escape as soon as you opened your oh-so-gorgeous mouth. "Only 7 minutes, Geto. Meet me in the north bathroom after the game, yeah?" He didn't seem too fond of it, his eyes frowning while he grinded his nude body against your thigh, rubbing his blushy red tip against your stomach.

You couldn't help but chuckled when you realized, he won't even make it to the 7 minute mark. His precum was dripping down onto your clothes. "Y'know what. Sit on the floor." You smiled at him, riling him up as he cooperated with the anticipation. He was preparing himself just so you wouldn't have to work to please him, fingering his mouth with two fingers to moisten them. With a wince, he pushed the two digits inside of himself. All while you watched him. How pathetic he was. Only for you. He's never been bottomed. But now, as you watch him fuck himself in front of you, quietly moaning your name with every thrust of his fingers, you realized just how bad he's craved you. Your scent, style, the way you talk to him, how you walk like you know you own the whole campus, how long your tongue is(and how he wishes it was inside him), especially the light outline of your dick that appears every time you arrived to the college parties in your iconic grey sweats.

However, despite this, you're still enemies. And you're currently the only sane one of the two. So, you use the tip of your shoe to push Geto onto his back. He was so ready for it. Ready to get fucked more senseless than he already is from the intoxicating alcohol. Instead, though, you press your foot down on his dripping cock. Hard. He cried aloud, curling his toes as you continued to crush him. "P-Please! St-Ngh!! S-Stopp pleasee!!" He whined, biting his lip and clawing at the floorboards below. "Shut up." You blankly stated, enjoying the slutty look on your enemy's face; tongue lolled out, drool dripping down his chin, teary eyes, the heaviest blush imaginable, with cum already spurting onto his chest. His hips bucked upwards, grinding against your shoe as he orgasmed. "M-More... I-.. so good." He slurred with tears continuously dribbling down his cheeks. "Well, aren't you a little slut for a shoe?" You chuckled as you removed your foot. You violently gripped his cock as you pulled him closer towards you. "Y/n!! Pl-Pleeease! 'S too much! H-Hurts!" He yelled out louder, shaky hands meeting yours once again as he tried to release your harmful grip. "Shut up!" You exclaimed back before you grabbed his chin, slamming your lips into his.

Commotion could be heard from outside, but neither of you cared. Getou was completely discombobulated and you knew majority of the speakers outside would rather be in Getou's place. In fact, you smirked at the thought as you bit the male's tongue, causing him to moan into your mouth. He continued to cry as you stroked his reddened cock. "Y/nnn~ F-Fuck me.. Please!!!!" He continuously begged when you released his lips.

"Why should I? You're a little bitch who decided to cum b'fore I said it was okay." You purred, causing your enemy to whine and whimper, fingering himself while jerking your dick with the other hand. "Ah.. You're thirsty? Then drink, bitch." You said as Getou aggressively bobbed his head up and down your shaft, choking tons of times but disregarding it completely, enjoying every millisecond of your large size. "Mm~ Good boy.." You hummed, resting a firm hand on Getou's head as he hollowed out his cheeks. He was unable to restrain himself just at the sound of your voice. Despite knowing you were against it, he began stroking himself violently. Tears of overstimulation fell down his face. Noticing this, you yanked Getou upwards and toward your face. "You dumb slut. You really thought I would allow you to please yourself after all the shit you've done?" You cooed, flicking Geto's dripping cock. He moaned once more as he shut his eyes.

"J-Just finish me off already! T-This feels like tort-ture!" The male screamed. "Focus on me first. Then maybe, I'll consider it." You grunted before slamming his face flush against your hips. He gargled on your cock, the vibrations sending shivers all the way up your spine. "Fuck.. keep doing that." You say, roughly bucking your hips back and forth. Gurgling louder, Geto was near cumming hands-free. And he did. As you two orgasmed simultaneously, the closet door opened to a severely flustered Nanami. "It's past.. seven minutes." He muttered, refusing to meet your intimidating eyes. "Ah? Why did no one open the door at the seven minute point?" You chuckled internally as your eyes batted down to glance at Kento's hard-on. "It's.. It's none of your business. Just.. fix yourselves and get out so we can send in the next two." He whispered as if everyone in that room wasn't at least slightly aroused by your interaction with Suguru.

Unluckily for Nanami, you and him were called together right after the spectacle. Boy, were you two going to have a blast.

#akira.writes♧#jjk #fiction #fanfic #ff #geto suguru #geto x reader #dom male reader #gn reader #i tried to make it as GN as possible

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