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•warnings + content: breeding kink, impregnation, implied baby trapping, fingering, edging, dacryphilia, creampie, groping, voyeurism, breast fetishism, cunnilingus, masterbation, breathplay, voice kink, bulge, dirty talk, edging, hickies and bruises, thigh kink, MINORS DON'T INTERACT 18+.

Suggested track: Collard Greens - ScHoolboy Q, Kendrick Lamar

•summary: geto never gets to have any fun outside of work. He decided to change that the second he met a pretty little thing like you… he never anticipated on getting so attracted.

•pairings: gang leader! + stalker!geto suguru x shy!chubby!reader.

•genre: mentions of blood/gore, guns, weapons, violence, yandere tendencies, dubcon, sugar baby themes, dub-con, stalker tendencies, body-worship, praise, obsession/infatuation, possessive! geto, smut/bdsm, sub!reader, Dom!geto, roleplay, CNC, consensual sex, pussydrunk!geto, aftercare, sweet!geto after rough!geto, simp!geto, deranged tendencies, missionary sex.

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•wc: 1.5k

He always observant of people. Cold chills ran down his spine whenever he was out and about. The impact from his goosebumps only worsened his suspicions. His mind was not only intelligent, but it was also perceptive of every little occurrence. Ranging from uninterested taxi drivers, who were just dragging through their day, or eager servers at a restaurant that attempted kissing ass for a greater tip, Suguru was always very vigiliant. Some, such as his high ranking colleagues, believed he was a little too protective of himself, but he begged to differ.

Failure to throw caution at the wind would easily result in his extermination,-whether it be by the hands of his own people or random hitmen-, he wouldn’t know, but what he knew was that at every corner, someone was watching him and waiting on his downfall. To pick up the pieces of his empire and take over in whatever way they chose. Every single waking moment, he reminds himself to never let anyone get the satisfaction of seeing him fail. And because of that, he’s always on a constant tangent of finding a new safe house to purchase, whilst selling the old one to an unsuspecting couple.

It was now June, and he found himself overlooking a penthouse in a semi-wealthy residential condo. It was nicely polished with bright white walls paired with a living room, bar, four bedrooms, and four bathrooms. The additional pieces in the penthouse included a cabana, and of course, a majestic balcony overlooking the rich suburbs out of Tokyo.

The problem was most definitely not the price, -considering he’s owned much more lavish homes-, but the area surrounding instead. After getting his ear talked off by his personal assistant, he learned middle class apartments surrounded the condo, which was enough of a safe location as he could suspect. The wealthier buildings located in the heart of Tokyo are definitely 10x more guarded than the current location, but he was okay settling on the penthouse. After all, the more time he spends flaunting off his riches at a wealthier location, the more likely he’d get caught. With his security team, he concluded he’d be safe and sound for the next three years. And if something were to happen, he was always alert. He approached the tall extravagant windows of the penthouse’s living room, eyes immediately looking inward into the apartment building across from him,

“What do you think…Mr. Geto?”, the seller asked, cautiously looking towards him beneath the sharp eyes of his security team. He took his time forming an answer as his dark eyes focused on the cute and cozy apartment living room across his own. He took a deep breath, giving a closed eye smile before turning towards her,

“It’s perfect.”

Thanks to his money, -and influence-, he was able to get the deal over the penthouse worked out in just a week. During that time, he couldn’t stop thinking about the cute little living room apartment facing his own. Normally, he could care less about the everyday lives of the people maintaining spaces near him, but he couldn’t help and feel curious. Perhaps it was because of how welcoming the living space looked, or how complimentary the color schemes ranging from pastel pink to beige appeared sprawled across the walls and furniture. He couldn’t really pointed it out, but the scene simply brought him peace. Geto thought about the chaos and bloodshed he witnessed daily, and how drastically the fresh and peaceful living room space contrasted.

Throughout the week, he found himself taking a quick glance at the living room across his own whenever he returned to organize his belongings. The constant unavailable status he donned left him wondering if anyone lived across from him, and if he’d ever be able to catch a glimpse at them. After working endlessly one Friday night, his questions were finally answered at the grace of a presence.

He sighed heavily, unlocking the door before placing his shoes beside the door mat. Shrugging off his black suit coat, he walked over to his bar, yearning to pour himself a glass of wine after hours of working out a compromise with a longtime drug dealing accomplice. Wine quickly disappeared down his throat just in time for his tired, slanted eyes to pierce through his giant window overlooking the living space across.

He perked an eyebrow upon seeing a gorgeous woman sitting at the table in the living room. Geto quickly found himself seated at his couch, an arm thrown over the side while his other effortlessly swiveled the little wine he had left. He couldn’t even remember why he liked the living room so much in the first place when now he liked the person in it even more. He simply, found you beautiful. Which in his world, was a drastic change from what he typically deemed ‘beautiful’.

In his time spent managing his empire, he came into contact with numerous women, who constantly flaunted themselves over him in pursuit of money or sex. He never complained about it in the moment though, because deep down, all he wanted was sex too.

In many instances, he was remarked as a bastard, or a womanizer who never truly cared to tend the needs, feelings, or wants of the women who presented themselves to him. And if he were honest, in every instant he would agree with them. But now aged with hardship and experience, he realized he owed them much more.

The repeated actions of waking up in an empty bed after every one night stand made Geto feel lonely, as though he was missing something not even his life as a gang leader could hold a candle to. Twenty seven years old, and after watching everyone’s lives progress, he feels left behind. He lacked the foundations of creating actual intimacy by never having loved romantically. Upon hearing from his colleagues about their wives and families, he began to think perhaps there was hope for a bastard like him. Would starting his own family be such a bad idea? Aside from the fact that they’d be targeted and followed, it didn’t stop his colleagues from making their own families. He purposely avoided relationships to prevent people from getting hurt, but he was only human in the end. The domesticity of the scene in front of him simply definitely didn’t help his growing desires though.

His broad shoulders fell back against the couch, thick legs manspreading in the process. He looked at you and the fuzzy socks you donned, find them very adorable and suitable for your pajama wardrobe. Your pretty face grew accentuated from the little pout forming on your lips as you looked down at your book with furrowed brows, seemingly trying to make sense of the page in front of you. He cocked his head to the side. You were probably a university student, he thought, -as though the two cups of coffee and scattered college rule papers didn’t give it away-. Geto could feel his heart beat a little faster the longer he gazed at you. You looked adorable doing your best, and even more so because of the way your pajama shorts rose to show off your chubby thighs. Soft plush skin, he could only sedate his longing with fantasies. Your crop top also left little to imagination as it tightened across your bust, revealing the swell of your breasts and the tiny puff of your nipples pooling the fabric.

He hummed lowly, eyes fluttering closed at the thought of what your perfect breasts would feel like in his rather large hands. If you look so gorgeous studying, would you look just as gorgeous mewling beneath him, if not more? He cleared his throat darkly, embarrassed by the scenarios swirling through his head. How could he think of you that way if you haven’t met yet? And still, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t already fantasize over what your soft figure looked like without the distraction of clothes.

He was left breathless, eager to get to know the pretty little vixen living across from him.

After thirty minutes of the same repeated act, he watched as you stood from your chair, arching your back and releasing a silent yawn before you leaned over to grab your study supplies. There was a moment you left the living room, to which geto took as a sign to unbutton his crisp white shirt and also get ready for bed.

You returned once again, a black bookbag in hand as you shoved your book and notebooks inside. Having cleaned up the area, you walked into the bathroom. Not wanting to invade your privacy any longer, Suguru decided to do the same, dragging himself to his rather large bedroom and freshening up in the bathroom with a quick change of clothes, before popping down to scroll through his phone for a while. As strands of his hair fell over his eyes, he grew sleepy and buzzed, thoughts of your pretty face still lingering in his mind. Tomorrow he’d get to meet you, he was sure of it.

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getosbigballsack · 2 years

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Don’t know if you’re accepting suggestions, but I just had the crazy idea of stalker Suguru, where you and him were dating back in jujutsu high before his melt down, and of course you broke up with him after what he did and later know that he is dead. Years later you continue with your life away from the jujutsu world, have a boyfriend for many years but sadly break up with him and then move to an apartment by yourself and what you don’t know is that Suguru is there watching your every move, and he has for many years, soon you start to notice random things out of place like your tooth brush, or your phone you see his shadow but only think that it’s just your imagination. But he is there watching you sleep, touching you after he drugged you and you start getting paranoid about it. Until one day he comes forward and now you roñaré not so crazy after all.

𝐴 𝑆𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝐻𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒

𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒓 𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒐 𝒙 𝑬𝒙-𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑨/𝑵 𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐, 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝑰 𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒊𝒛𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒘. 𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆-𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆 𝒊𝒕. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝑰'𝒗 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒑𝒑 𝒔𝒐 𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒊𝒕

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝒏𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒂 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆

You returned to the scene of the crime. Your torn-up school uniforms and blood-stained hands. As you carefully strolled through the village, piles of victims torn to shreds by the four-eyed, sharp-fanged beast, a voice screamed within your head. As you approached him, you could see a curse. As you moved closer into the neighborhood, you could feel the thick bile settling in the back of your throat until you were standing in front of him. As you reached out to brush his cheek, your eyes welled up with tears.

And when you wiped the blood smear from his cheek, he looked at you with accusatory eyes. He saw you fight the need to vomit the last of your half-eaten burger before vanishing into thin air after sensing his black aura from where you sat inside his dorm with Shoko and Gojo, just waiting for his arrival.

He stood there watching you, your other hand holding the thick fabric of your uniform skirt, nails digging into the fabric as you fought to maintain your cool. But he could tell how nervous you were, that your senses were going into overdrive, an overdrive he'd seen before. He went into overdrive to save you and take you to jujutsu school.

He watched as you slowly parted your trembling lips while streamed down your face. He knew what you were about to ask, and he was prepared to give you an answer. “Su… Suguru did… Did you kill them?”

“Yes.”

And that was it for you. Your knees buckle beneath you, hands facing forward to keep yourself from hitting the floor completely. You couldn’t hold it back anymore, you just had to let the bile that settled in the back of your throat slowly rise, and it burned, so much but you couldn’t stop yourself from vomiting on his shoes and the floor beneath you.

“No, no … NO! Suguru, please. I want you to tell me that this is a lie,” you cried as more of that acidic liquid came up and out of your mouth.

He scoffed above you, rough hands cupping your cheeks as he stooped down to your level. His bloody fingers stained your cheeks as stroked your cheeks softly and smiled. “A lie? This is no lie princess.”

“But this, you shouldn’t have killed so many …” your sentence was ruined by the retching that came from your throat.

“They deserved it,” he simply answered.

“No, they don’t,” you tried to reason but he shook his head at you while sporting that same unhinged smile.

“Oh, but they do. These… these fucking sorry excuses for non- sorcerers are a pain in my fucking life. I see no need to protect these ungrateful animals anymore. Death is what they deserve. The same pain that we have to endure they deserve to feel that as well. These Monkeys deserve to die.”

Salty droplets flowed down your face like a gentle stream, running down your neck as you stared at him, this man that you call your boyfriend. You could feel the sweat running down your back, a dark stripe amid the soft cream color of your uniform blouse, a spreading map of perspiration.

“I could tell you a million more reasons why this world should be free of non-jujutsu sorcerers. But you wouldn't understand. You are too dumb for that. Too caught in this fake fantasy to protect humanity from these curses, these curses that I have to swallow. You wouldn’t understand, princess,” he whispered.

You desperately tried to contain your breathing, as he smeared more blood on your cheeks, before leaning in a caught pressed his lips with yours. You felt his smile as he tugged on your lips before pulling away to look you in the eyes. And as you stared into his eyes, you saw in. What was left of his humanity was burning deeply away amid his dark eyes.

“I can’t stay at Jujutsu tech anymore. This is goodbye Y/N,” he said as he removed his hand from your cheek and then reached into his pocket and pulled out his jujutsu button. He rests this button in your hands. “I’ll come back for you when I create a world with only jujutsu sorcerers, princess. So until then stay put and be good, yeah.” And with that, he left you sitting in the middle of the community filled with torn-up bodies. And you watched him walk away with two small children hanging from his hips until they were out of sight.

You found hours later, right where Geto left you in shock. Kneeling in your vomit. You had no memory of how or when they moved you from the position that you were in. But all you remembered was Gojo sitting next to you inside your bedroom with his tears running down his cheeks.

At that moment it finally hit you, you’ve lost him. You’ve lost your best friend, boyfriend, the man that you wanted to spend forever with. You lost him to his madness and there was nothing that you could do to save him.

So you returned to the scene of the crime. You intended to deprive that unpleasant memory of its hold over me, to show me that I could choose to move on. Your pain, your recollection of what happened that day, is like a glass shard teddy bear: the closer you clutch to it, the deeper it cuts.

So maybe try setting it down for longer periods and notice when you pick it up and it slashes your skin. You and it are two different people. One day you'll notice that the evil teddy bear is no longer with you; you misplaced it and didn't realize it. You'll notice that your excellent and noble decisions resulted in a better existence, something positive, and now you have a new teddy bear in your arms, soft and warm, one that gives you an inner glow and keeps you warm in both starlight and sunshine.

So you left, you left Jujutsu Tech even when Gojo was crying and begging you not to go.

"Are you sure about this," Gojo asked as he watched as you zipped up your suitcase before standing up straight.

"He's gone. I have no reason to be here any longer," you whispered under your breath as you walked past him to go pick up the remainder of your stuff.

"It's not your fault Suguru has gone mad. If you blame yourself for his downfall then I guess I should blame myself as well," Gojo whispered back as he shifted his position on the bed and patted the seat beside him.

"It's no use Satoru… I don’t want to be here."

He tried to reason with you, but nothing he said got through to you. No matter how hard he tried to explain that you can save lives with your technique and maybe one day you might be able to drag Geto from the dark he shoved himself.

But no matter what it was, no matter how hard he tried, you told him that there was no reason for you to stay here. When humanity turned its back on you, Geto was the one who saved you from your curse and you vowed to be by his side for eternity, but now that he's gone. Your dream to be by his side has faded into black.

You've lost hope in humanity because humanity failed you yet again. So what's the use, special grade or not, there was no saving the world no longer if Geto was not by your side.

They had no use for you anymore, they had Gojo, he was enough.

He didn’t want to see another friend of his walk down a dark path that they could never come back from.

But you didn’t listen to his pleas. You only held your head high above the clouds as you walked through those gates you may never enter again. From there on out, you set on a new path in this new chapter in your life. You’ve changed your numbers, which means that you’ve lost contact with everyone from Jujutsu Tech.

You decided you wanted to be normal for a change and enrolled in medical school to study psychology. Because all you knew was curses, more curses, and how to kick ass, it wasn't an easy chore for you. But you persevered, and four years later you received a first-class degree in Psychology and became a licensed psychotherapist. After that, you went on to get your master's degree.

You met a guy in graduate school. Itachi Haru was his name. He's a pretty kind guy. When he noticed you studying for forthcoming exams in the public library, he asked to borrow your notes from the previous class. You were hesitant at first, but you still gave him. Let's just say that from there on out, everything went swimmingly for you both.

You've both graduated from graduate school and moved into an affluent Tokyo apartment, where you were surprised to find the exquisite Nanami Kento as your next-door neighbor. To say he was delighted to see you would be an exaggeration; but, he was pleased to see that you were doing well for yourself and wished you continued happiness.

You were as well. You were proud of what you'd accomplished at the tender age of twenty-five. After your twenty-sixth birthday, though, things began to go downhill for you. You didn't realize until Haru broke up with you. You were still unaware of his reasons for leaving you. However you could dwell on the past, you had to look forward right. So you went on with your life without Haru.

You ended up leaving the apartment you shared with Haru and moving into a new one on your own. But it seemed like the worst decision you'd ever made because something didn't feel quite right about your new house. There was something dark there, and it was so heavy that it almost overwhelmed your senses. But you, being a little naive and a little stupid, dismissed it as nothing more than a very powerful curse lurking close.

You attempted to ignore it as much as possible, even when you were suffering from excruciating migraines that kept you up at night. Anyway, as time went on, the aura inside your apartment grew stronger, and as it did, you noticed that objects began to disappear from your home. Things like your car keys, handbag, and, on rare occasions, your phone. But that wasn't the only thing that was going on with you. You've begun to notice things out of the corner of your eyes. In your bedroom, kitchen, and bathroom, small humanoid shadows are lurking.

You thought it was unusual, but you dismissed it, blaming the sights of shadows on your senses going into overdrive. However, after a few more months of witnessing these weird occurrences, you discovered that you were sleeping more than usual. You'd sleep for hours or perhaps a day for long amounts of time. And you got the unusual sensation that somebody was touching you or watching you closely while you slept.

You went to see the doctor find out what was happening to you, but your appointment was fruitless. They suggested that you were exhausted from working so hard all the time. You, on the other hand, thought this was nonsense but said nothing to them.

You didn’t know what to do anymore, so you decided to call the one person that you haven't spoken to in years to see if he could solve this problem for you.

Present Time

Your sneakers tapped anxiously against the wooden floor, and you let out a tiny sigh. You had no idea why you were here, yet you felt compelled to be there. Your senses were behaving badly once more, in your opinion. "Come on, where are you?" you complained. You suddenly heard footsteps approaching from afar. You swiftly turned to face the source of the noise and saw the familiar head of pillowy white hair approaching you. "Satoru!" you said as you dashed up to him, arms raised.

He chuckled as he opened up his very own and welcomed your warm hug. “Hey Y/N. I’ve missed you.”

“Me too,” you chuckled before pulling away from him. “Someone’s gotten taller?”

“Or maybe you’ve just shrunk,” he joked and you playful punched his arm. “Come on, let us talk somewhere more private.”

You both walked over to his office and engaged in idle conversation on the way. You boasted about your achievements, and he boasted about his. He expressed his joy for you and stated that he was pleased to see that you did not follow a bad road.

Finally, you both arrived at his office, and once inside and seated, he inquired, "So, what's up?" I was taken aback when I received a call from you requesting my assistance. When we spoke on the phone, you seemed a little worried."

Before speaking, you let out a long sigh. "Satoru, have I been experiencing some strange things lately?" He looked at you with a raised brow and waited for you to continue. "I'm not sure how to describe it, but I feel like my senses are going into overdrive. My curse energy isn't quite right."

You stood there waiting as he gently proceeded to remove the bandages from his eyes and examine you. You stood there watching as his eyes scanned you intently before speaking. "It appears to be a little off, but it's nothing to worry about."

"What do you mean, there's nothing to be concerned about? I think I'm going insane, Satoru," you said to him as you ran your fingers through your hair.

"Then you need to tell me what's wrong," he continued, and you sighed deeply. You began to describe how you've been feeling a dark aura within your house and seeing a silhouette around the house. You also mentioned your problem with sleeping for extended periods. You were completely honest with him. He sat there in silence as you told him about your problems, and when you were finished, he sighed heavily as well. "What do you expect me to do?" he asked.

"I'm not sure. I'm not sure. Come over and examine if any curses are lingering in my apartment or the neighborhood where I live."

"I'm rather certain that if there was a curse in the area, you would have discovered it by now Y/N." "Did you forget that you're a special grade sorcerer?" he asked.

"I know, Satoru, but I'm afraid. And you should know that whenever I'm scared, my curse energy is disrupted. Please, Satoru, just have a look around the neighborhood for me. All I ask is for you to do that."

“I’ll swing by tonight,” he said to you. “I promise.”

And he followed through on his commitment. Around midnight, he went into the neighborhood, looking for curses, and by chance, he found something, but it wasn't a cursed spirit. It was a familiar face leaning against your doorway with a grin on his face.

“Isn’t this a pleasant surprise,” he snickered at Gojo.

“What are you doing here Suguru?” Gojo asked the man as he slowly approached him.

“Eh? "I just came to check on my princess," he added, flashing a little bottle container at Gojo as if stating the obvious. "You know, I had to make sure she was getting enough sleep. I didn't want her out late at night," he explained.

"Getting enough rest?" As Gojo saw Geto continue to swing the little bottle around, he thought aloud. Then it dawned on him. Gojo began to recall what you had told him about your sleeping problems earlier. "Are you giving her drugs, Suguru?"

"Yeah, and what's the big deal?" he replied his grin widening. "I needed to make sure she stayed put because I had instructed her to be good until I returned. But instead, she decided to cheat on me."

“Are you fucking crazy Suguru?” Gojo asked as he stepped closer. Gojo watched as Geto summoned a cursed spirit beside him. “Huh?”

"I believe so," Geto replied as he conjured up another evil spirit. "However, can you blame me?" She defied my orders to stay still. As a result, I must discipline her. But first, I needed to get rid of her boyfriend, which I accomplished. And now that he's gone, I can finish up the rest of her punishment. I impose a curfew on her and take her most expensive possessions to wherever I see proper. You know I have to keep an eye on my princess. I need to make sure she doesn't cheat on me again."

"I was under the impression that you were better than this, Suguru. It's bad enough that your irrational views have driven you insane. This, on the other hand, is taking it to the next level. Suguru, how far have you plunged?”

"Not far enough," he replied, loudly chuckling.

As he took another step toward Geto, Gojo cautioned him, "Stay away from Y/N."

"And if I don't, what the fuck are you going to do about it?" he questioned as he moved closer to Gojo until they were in front of each other. "Are you planning to murder me?" Geto received a simple shake of the head from Gojo. He wouldn't have been able to lift a finger at his best buddy before, but now he could without hesitation, and Geto knew it. However, taunting Gojo is entertaining. "You know what, Satoru, I think you should avoid Y/N, okay?"

And with that said Geto left Gojo standing there in front of your apartment.

…

You awoke to the sound of someone knocking on your door in the morning. You grumbled as you carefully crept out of bed and walked over to the door to open it. You were astonished to see Gojo standing there with a distressed expression on his face when the door was opened. "What's wrong, Satoru?" you inquired as you moved aside to make room for him.

As he walked into the room, he smiled at you. You listened as he inhaled deeply before responding, "I have wonderful news." There is no cursed spirit in this area."

"What is it that is causing my senses to go into overdrive?" you inquired.

He sighed heavily yet again. "Y/N, you mentioned you were seeing shadows, correct?" he inquired, and you nodded. "Do these shadows have any resemblance to anyone?"

You never paid much attention to the shadows that had been creeping around, but you did remember this one time when you swear you saw a shadow of your ex-boyfriend while showering.

"Well, I didn't pay much attention to it, but I remember thinking it was my ex one time while showering."

“Who?” You didn't respond to Gojo's question.

He let out a sigh. “Y/N. I know it'll seem strange, but someone is keeping an eye on you."

“What?”

He placed his hand on your shoulder and said, "Don't panic." WHAT? How could he have expected you to remain calm? "If you do what I say, you'll be fine." You sighed and nodded. “Good. So, first and foremost, I want you to throw out all of your liquid drinks that you keep in the refrigerator. I want you to have someone with you as much as possible, and please keep your phone on you at all times. I'm going to have a concealment spell cast on you so that person won't be able to see you anymore."

“Ok.”

"And finally, Y/N, if you happen to see Geto, please call me right away, OK?"

“Why?” you asked.

“Just call me.”

You sighed deeply in agreement, and he smiled warmly as he walked away. Since Gojo's visit, things have been a little different. Your home's ambiance has deteriorated. It was still palpable. But items weren't going missing as much, and your sleeping problems were improving.

However, this does not imply that the shadow has vanished. They were, if anything, more visible to you. You can see them on the street, through your windows, and surrounding your house at times. You'll occasionally see a shadow sitting on the floor of your room late at night. But as always you brushed it off as another strange occurrence.

As previously indicated, things appeared to be finally falling into place. Until Gojo contacted you late one night and invited you to join him for a drink. You agreed to his offer right away. After all, you felt like you could use a drink or two after the events of the previous few days.

So there you were, all dolled up and ready to hit the town. You did, however, have one issue: you couldn't find your phone.

"Where the hell did I put my phone?" As you lifted the comforter from the bed to look for your phone, you wondered to yourself. "I was simply lying on the bed with the darn thing."

You got down on your knees to look under the bed to see whether your phone had dropped to the floor and been kicked, but luck wasn't on your side today because it wasn't there.

"How did I manage to lose track of that fucking thing?" You yelled something. Because of your phone, you were going to be late for your date with a friend. You gave up after minutes of searching for that dumb thing and grabbed your handbag from the bed and rushed out of your flat. You swiftly exited the building to find a white Aston Martin One-77 parked across the street, and leaned up against it was none other than Gojo Satoru himself. You raced across the street and stood in front of him, shouting "Satoru."

"Y/N," he said, smiling as he drew you into a close hug. You laughed as you encircled his neck with your hands. "Thank you for coming along with me."

You responded, "Yeah, it's no issue." Soon after, you drove away, and he promptly opened the car door for you to enter. You praised him for being such a gentleman, but all he did was laugh as he shut the door and walked over to the driver's side to get in. "So, where do we go?"

"We're going to a pub in Tokyo's downtown area. I hope that's okay with you," he said.

"I'm alright as long as you pay for each martini I drink," you said, and he laughed.

The remainder of the evening went smoothly. You noticed Shoko and her girlfriend sipping drinks at the bar and walking over to say hello. She gave you a warm hug and smiled, and you reciprocated. You and Gojo decided to spend the rest of the night with Shoko and her girlfriend. You all spoke and laughed the remainder of the night until it was time to go home.

Gojo offered to stay with you for the night when he drove you back to your flat, but you respectfully rejected and assured him that you would be fine. He sighed deeply before hugging you and walking away.

You wished he hadn't since you were confronted with such an unpleasant surprise the instant you arrived at your flat.

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"Welcome home; you appear to have had a good time." Behind you, a familiar voice said. You shifted uneasily around to meet him after you turned on the lights. He's the same guy Gojo Satoru warned you about. He was here, clothed in black and holding your phone. His long, lovely black hair was strewn across his shoulders, and he had a languid smile on his face.

He hasn't altered much since the last time we met. He appeared to have gained a few muscles over the years, and his hair had grown longer than it had been in high school, but otherwise, he appeared to have remained the same. He still smiled at you with one eye closed, with the same devious lazy smile.

"Did you go out with Satoru?" says the narrator. He asked, swiping your phone that was in his palm, "I thought you guys weren't close. " You took a deep breath and continued to stare at him. “Princess? "Do you think you've gone insane?"

You took deep breaths to balance out your breathing and your eyes blinked rapidly as you sought to calm your racing heart. "What are you doing here?" you inquired finally.

He laughed as he rose from his seat. You stood there watching as he slid your phone into his pocket as he approached you. His hand stretched out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, then traveled down to your jawline, eventually reaching your throat. He wrapped his fingers around your throat and then he started to choke you. He shoved you against the door while holding a death grip on your neck.

"What do you mean, what am I doing here?" he inquired, pressing his fingers farther into your throat. "I came to see how my little princess was doing. I checked to see if my little bird was behaving herself, but she wasn't. I had no choice but to come here and find out that you were going on a date with Satoru."

You wrapped your hands around his wrist, attempting to take his hand away from your throat. But it was pointless because he has always been the stronger of the two of you. You gasped out, "Let me go," and he merely chuckled.

"Are you going to cheat on me again, Y/N?" "I believed I made it plain the last time you decided to date another person," I said.

Even though your memory had become cloudy, you remembered. Haru, your ex-boyfriend. You remembered how the day before he broke up with you, he inexplicably showed up at your door with scratches and bruises all over his face.

"What am I supposed to do with you?" he wondered as he let go of the pressure on your neck for a moment. You took advantage of the situation and dashed towards your room. However, he was swift enough to catch you and slam you against the wall, to your dismay. "I instructed you to stay put, Princess. I thought I instructed you to behave yourself till I returned."

You were now cursing yourself for not allowing Gojo to stay with you. Look at you now, a victim of your ex-whims.

He remarked to you, "I think I wasn't punishing you harshly enough princess." You feel him re-wAnd it was the last thing he spoke to you before choking you. He wasn't putting enough pressure on your neck to kill you, but it was enough to knock you out.

Before you passed out, the last thing you saw was his smile.

rapping his hand around your throat. “You leave me no other choice princess.”

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starlitheaven · 1 year

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I will not lie, panty sniffing in fics is hot and I’d include it more often if I wasn’t a coward

#stalker geto does it

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kizoken · 2 months

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❝𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈𝐌 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐀 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐊

𝐆. 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 ❞

✶ smut ; afab!reader , jealous ex suguru , rich girl!reader , oral , little angst , suguru jerks off with reader's panties , alcohol , make up sex , toxic relationship , biker!suguru .

✶ word count ; 1.4k

✶ m.list & request

✶ ❝took me fifteen centuries to get back on the grind but, whatever.❞

"he's staring at you...again." your friend yelled to you through the booming music. you frowned and stopped kissing the random cute guy that approached you. wiping your mouth, you asked her where he was.

"sitting by the bar." lo and behold, a daring and deathly stare was directed your way. but not to you precisely, to the random man that was taking advantage of your generosity. or that is what he thought. his gaze then set on yours and he smiled.

your face contorted at the sight of your ex-boyfriend's lurking eyes and shifted your attention to where you previously were. but the man you were making out was nowhere to be seen.

"suguru!" you cursed to yourself; it was clear this disappearance was orchestrated by him. "you called angel." his voice soft and tantalizing in your ear made you jolt back in disdain.

"you fucking asshole!" you looked at him, dead in the eye. "what did you do?!" he does this all the time, scaring your hook-ups away efficiently like a wonder pesticide. every move of his were foreign to your understanding, nevertheless, deep in the psyche of your mind you found this behavior cute.

"just watching out for the prettiest girl here...can't i?" he smiled and placed a hand at the side of your neck. the friend that announced you suguru geto was prowling around, swiftly began to intervene before you settled her down.

"love the thought! though worry about yourself and your people rather than you ex. it's not a good look on you." you give him a sour smile. "makes you look like a stalker."

"don't call me that angel!" he pouted, "i can't help that every day i spend without your company is misery; how could i not miss you?" you despised how he tugged at your heart strings the way that he did. his deep voice purring how much he wanted you back, needed you or missed you. shame on you if you were going to get fooled a second time, you were not going to let yourself be with a man that had any woman at his disposition at his back and call. even when he had you.

but lord, did he make you feel like the only girl his eyes have ever seen, whose touch he's ever felt, whose lips he's ever kissed. you had everything at your beck and call, nothing was out of your grasp, except suguru geto and his fickle heart.

even if your fiery feelings were creeping back, rationality has yet to abandon you. "suguru; i am so not falling for your dirty, empty words— go and mind torture some other girl than me. i've had enough of you."

suguru was completely taken aback by your words. the last thing he wanted was to make you too uncomfortable, just a little tease here and there. but his intentions of going back to you were in his capabilities, sincere. "oh-i, i apologize," he took a deep breath, "let me make it up to you, yeah?"

"...fine." you conceded, too mentally drained by him, and you might as well take him for his money's worth, even when you could pay our own drinks. the booming music from the club was making you sick at this point, and you really wanted to go home. "don't try a thing."

you would regret not fighting enough to keep those words as they were. it was a terrible idea to take him up on his proposal to take you back to your parent's place. the terrible decisions began to pile up as you clutched yourself around his toned torse in the bike you knew all too well. arriving to your parents' and offering him a drink at their bar. the alcohol mixed with undying feelings for your ex-boyfriend led you to seek the comfort of his lips once again.

suguru happily obliged to your necessities, he was obviously subduing his as well. "i missed you so much..." you say between desperate kisses, halting yourself and placing your hand onto his chin gaining his full attention, "i fucking hate it; i hate you."

"don't say that beautiful...let me make you love me again, hmm?" he pouted, his sneaky hands trailed to settle on your ass, squeezing lightly but as a sign of him wanting more and masking his disdain by your words with his cheekiness. geto's drunken lips placed themselves around the cervices of your neck, making you remember how good he made you feel, no matter what.

you fell headfirst to his charming touch and began to let those barriers you have set up so high up to crumble, and just let yourself go. geto held on to your body, gripping it like the most coveted prize he's been fighting for. you both stumble up through the stairs, never leaving each other's lips.

geto knew exactly where you were taking him, your old room. as he stepped in deeper, memories of sneaking in from the window in his youth flashed through his mind. he laughed reminiscing about it, sweeping off your feet to hold you in the air he said; "remember the countless times i ran out the window without pants?"

"how could i forget," you giggled, "you always looked ridiculous." geto grumbled in playful annoyance as he threw you into the queen-sized bed.

"was i?" you nod.

he could not contain his smile, "anything to make you smile princess, even if i'm a fucking joke."

and so, it was mere seconds before your ex-lover was making you scream his name in ecstasy. geto delighted himself by how your pussy sucked him in vigorously.

the wet, sloppy noises of your cunt and geto's thighs slapping against yours echoed through your former bedroom. "yes~ sugu~ ah! moreee~!"

you loved that about him, how filthy he was in his pounding. your mewls hit a higher pitch as he began to play with your left nipple and your clit with his fingers. his thrusting never ceased, hitting every sweet spot there is to his knowledge.

"sugu~ your mouth...i-i ah" geto let out a moan, knowing exactly what you desired from him, and clamped harder on your bud. "fuck me with your mouth!"

"i need it hgn~ please, please, love!" your ex melted at your words; it was something he's been missing to hear. and none other girl could say to make him oblige to every word the way that you did.

"is that so pretty girl, you want my tongue inside your cunt?" he teased, loving the way you panted and twitched in desperation.

"yes! suguru, my pussy, use it, it's hgn~ ah! all yours..." your fingernails and tips dug around the muscular flesh of his arms, "always been."

the electric feeling induced you to keep your eyes shut during your plead. however you would instantly jolt, and your eyes opened fully as you sensed geto's skillful tongue tease a swipe all around your pussy.

"oh, yes!" you squeal, taking in every inch of his wet muscle's feel. geto's hands held on tightly around your thighs, caressing the plump skin of your legs. but he wanted to further feel your body, eager to reminisce how it used to feel.

relishing in the ensuring pleasure, you were surprised to feel geto's sturdy hand reach out for your own as it laid clench on your chest. you loosen your grip once you feel his touch.

your moans never failed to vibrate in the spacious room, inciting your ex-lover to grant a generous relief to his shaft. though in his mind it was not enough, so he rummaged throughout the messy sheets into finding a thin, small fabric you own.

geto unfolded the scrunched underwear and placed it on his cock, he began to caress himself around with the help of your panties. he stuttered as he pumped his relief while using something only of your own usage, as well as being one of the most private things a person could possess. his oral performance rallied all over your pussy.

the soft fabric of your panties made your ex moan, whimper and lap at your pussy with his tongue like a starved man, it sent you to overdrive, cumming all over his face.

"sugu, fuck, so good...keep it up." and those heavenly squeals of yours mixed with alcohol and tiredness, shoot heavy strings of his cum into your underwear with no remorse. taking a few, heavy breaths in, he calmed himself down and began to trail kisses around your body until it fell on your lips.

"can i stay?" he said with a cheeky tone and a full grin as he placed himself beside you. geto trails his arms on your naked torso, embracing you while waiting for your answer.

still panting and exhausted, though enjoying his comfort, you say, "fine."

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urprettylittlething · 6 months

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In The Shadows

Purge Alternate Universe

Yandere - Gojo Satoru x Reader x Geto Suguru

A/N - Okayyyy I've been working on this for like a week and it's the longest I've ever written for one thing, I had a shoulder injury which is mostly healed up now during the week which hindered my progress a little because I originally really wanted this to get out nearer Halloween time, but oh well TT at least its here now right? Lmao, but I hope you guys enjoy it, I tried my best and lowkey kind of hate it, I wished I could've done more or something, but if you have any ideas around this for a possible part 2 let me knoww, although no promises ;) Consider this a massive thank you story, I now have over 100 followers and the likes and reblogs and comments, you guys, I'm crying, I love you all so much <333333 I love interacting with you guys and your comments on my stories or in my inbox <3333 you all make my day ilysm <3 :( AND IM SORRY I COULDNT HELP IT, they're kind of really mean so its more harsh yandere than the soft you all wanted :( I couldn't help myself its a purge AU TT, but I promise ill make something softer in the future <33 sorry this is so long omfg, but let me know your thoughts pretty please <3 and if you actually read all of this ily

summary - Another purge night is here and you think your safe and sound, but let your guard down and you'll find yourself bound.

warnings - purge, mentions of 'off screen' murder, actual 'off screen' murder, kind of gore but reader doesn't see it, blood, rope, reader gets tied up, gags?, tape over readers mouth, they're actually kind of really mean lol, especially Geto, descriptions of panic, anxiety, overthinking, stalker situation kind of, swearing, crying, brief hair pulling, if there's any more let me know ml <3

genre - Oneshot

wc - 7.2k

~spelling and grammar fixed already~

Edit - the top photo 6/11/23

The tip tapping of fingers on keys echoed around the silent room. The occasional footfalls of people around her walking up and down. Picking up books to further aid their studying would slip past the music playing in her ears when they were loud enough.

Every time she would hear someone being a little too loud for the library they were in she would glance up and shoot a half-hearted glare their way.

They’d never see her but it was the thought that counted. A barely audible sigh escapes her as she brings a hand up to massage her cold fingertips into the throbbing skin at her temple.

Nervous nibbling was occupying her teeth and lips, chewing away the flesh and creating tender spots her tongue would soon soothe.

She’d been staring at the same empty document for two hours now. No more than two sentences she was able to come up with before she’d erase them in a fit of frustration.

Abandoned textbooks lay closed behind her laptop, she’d deemed them no use around thirty minutes in, but she couldn't bring herself to get up and search for better ones.

She was antsy, not able to focus on her assignment due in a week's time. Her brain was all fogged up, too many thoughts going through her mind and yet she's not able to focus on a single one.

The purge was tonight. March 21st. And it was currently 1pm.

Why did she even bother to come to the library in the first place? Was she hoping to distract herself even just a little bit before she had to hunker herself down in her dorm for twelve hours?

Maybe. Yes.

Was it working? Absolutely not.

She was too skittish. Overthinking everything that had the potential of happening later and things that have previously happened.

‘Someone's not going to come and try to kill me just because I forgot to return their pen that one time, right?’

The amusing, albeit a little dark, thought did make the corner of her lips twitch just the smallest amount.

Taking off her headphones after stopping her music, she closes down her laptop and starts to move it into her bag.

She spares a quick glance around the few tables next to hers as she stands with the library's books in her arms. Her eyes locked with a man sitting roughly two tables down. Slumped back in his seat.

Gojo Satoru. Bright white and fluffy hair paired with a set of dazzling blue eyes. The ones currently peeking over the tops of his round shades that had slid down his nose as he tucked his head down slightly.

Sitting in front of him and abstracting her view of Gojo only slightly is who she assumed was Geto Suguru. Two peas in a pod and never seen without the other. The long black and silky strands of hair tied up in a half up bun was a giveaway to who he was as well.

Both of them were originally from Tokyo, Japan. Coming over to America over five years ago. Or at least that's what she’s heard from around the place, not knowing them personally. They were the most popular boys in school when she had joined a little over a year ago and they still held the title strong.

She doesn’t think she's ever really interacted with them. At Least not on any kind of personal level. Sure, maybe from a few friends of friends or passing each other in the hallway and being polite to her upperclassmen, but nothing all that memorable.

Which is why this prolonged eye contact is sending a very noticeable shiver down her spine. The smallest twitch of a smirk on his face and she was breaking eye contact, gulping down the pooled saliva in her mouth as she turned around and hastily made her way in between the towering bookshelves.

Leaving the library after stacking the books she’d previously taken back on the shelves, she hastily makes her way down the long corridors. Keeping her head down, her hands clutched tight on the strap of her bag. She passes very few people in the hallway.

Even after pushing through the doors and trekking her way to the dorms at the end of the path, there were very few people loitering around outside. Some of the people she passed looked like they could be stoned, not that she could really blame them. Some looked a little too relaxed and happy and some were just trying to get to their destination as quickly as possible. Like her.

As the doors came into view, and then the stairs, she slowly began to relax, her fast pace lessening up. Successfully getting to the safest place she could for when the purge would start.

It was also a massive relief that her two good friends would be staying with her during the twelve hours of horror. Last time she was by herself there had been multiple scares throughout the night. Nothing too big but something she didn’t think she could handle alone again.

Reaching her door on the third floor she fiddles with her keys for a few seconds before her door clicks open and she pushes her way inside. Closing the door and locking it again for good measure.

It was 1:43 pm.

A few minutes after she had arrived back at her dorm did she realize she still needed to pick up some food items. Being a broke student meant she had essentially nothing in her cupboards or her fridge. And if she was ‘hosting for the purge’ this year, it meant she had to stock up at least a little bit.

‘Imagine trying to hide from a killer and your stomach growls, I think I would just die on the spot.’ She thinks, the smallest smile gracing her face. Humour is usually her way to cope in situations like these. It’s either that or panicking and she’d rather try to save that for the main event.

With a heavy sigh and hesitation weighing her limbs down, she slowly puts her shoes and jacket back on. She can make this quick. In and out. Easy peasy.

With a quick jump while shaking her limbs out to get rid of her last minute hesitation, she quickly opens her door and steps out before shutting it behind her. No going back now. Locking the door behind her, she starts making her way back down the stairs and out the doors, walking in the direction of the food store.

Her nerves were still playing up though, eyes darting this way and that as if trying to find a reason for her to panic. ‘It’s okay, the purge hasn’t started yet, all those things are still illegal.’ Is what she keeps telling herself while taking a deep breath. But the fact they won’t be in a few hours was still cause for some panic.

Arriving at the store, she wizzes around, collecting any good looking snack and throwing it in her basket before hastily paying and leaving. The heavy plastic carrier bag hanging from her fingers gave her reason to think she went a bit overboard.

Her quickened steps and accelerated breathing were all she could hear for a while. Her walk back to her dorm was supposed to be a quiet one, less and less people were loitering around meaning less and less noises to distract her.

Especially from the new set of footsteps that have appeared behind her.

As soon as her mind clocked the extra set of footsteps there, it went into overdrive. ‘Who is that? Are they following me? No, you're being delusional, they're just trying to get back home. But are they? They just appeared out of nowhere. Are they going to try and kidnap me? Rape me? Stuff me in a van? Drag me down a dark alleyway and murder me?’

Her mind was racing, steps quickening and breathing silenced under the new threat. ‘Oh god, what if they’re stalking me? Waiting until the purge starts to come and slaughter me? They’re going to kill me. They’re going to kill me. What should I do? What should I do? What should I do?’

And then they were gone.

It barely registered in her mind that the fast paced footsteps from behind her had vanished. A sharp breath escaped her before her head whipped around on a desperate whim. No one. Not a soul on the path behind her.

Her shoulders sank with relief and a watery laugh broke free from her trembling lips. ‘I’m losing my mind.’ She thought. Even though that feeling in her gut had faded, it never fully disappeared. Her racing heart never slowed and neither did her footsteps.

Y/n hurried back to her dorm, almost running through the doors and up the stairs to fumble with her keys and quickly burst in. Double checking she locked the door behind her, and then checking every other lock on her third story apartment. Only when she had made sure they were all secure could she finally relax.

Her body shivering and hands shaking from the after effects of adrenaline. Her breathing is still a little shaky as she pulls a bunch of pillows and blankets into her tiny living room. Pushing her chair and sofa away to make more space as she lays everything out as neat as she could, making the floor a comfy space for her and her two friends to crash for the purge.

She empties the snacks from out of the plastic bag and piles them in a nice little corner near the TV. A small stack of movies there for when they’re all waiting for the purge to start. Some cards in a pack were also placed there.

The three of them are wanting to be as quiet as possible while the purge is going on. Everything locked, curtains drawn, lights off, TV with no volume and only subtitles, quiet games to play in case they got bored, etc.

They weren’t taking any chances. It was doubtful anything would happen, since nothing really ever did in the dorms. No student here would go as far as murdering somebody, everyone mostly stayed inside, not wanting to risk anything. She only knew of a few people that have snuck out before to rob a few stores, or do some petty revenge like smashing someone's car without getting into trouble.

But overall, it was best to remain quiet. They didn’t want to get murdered because the TV was turned up too loudly and attracted some wrong attention.

It was 5:15 pm.

This is the time her friends arrived. Knocking some made up code on the slab of wood before messaging just for good measure that it was really them outside.

After unlocking the door and letting her two good friends inside her dorm she swiftly closes and locks it again. Relieved greetings transpire as well as nervous whispers about the purge and some small gossip of who they think would actually go out this year and who are likely to stay inside.

The three of them start to make their way around her dorm, closing all the curtains and double checking the locks on all the windows and doors. Especially the balcony and front door.

After they’ve secured the apartment, they turn off all the necessary lights, flicking on a few electrical lanterns and setting them up around the living room, but away from the windows. They’ve left one lantern in the bathroom and one in her bedroom, both turned off, just in case of emergencies.

The three of them settle in a spread out pile on the blankets she put down in the living room. Some snacks are passed around already and a movie is slotted into the TV, playing as background noise mostly while they talk.

Erica, a sassy but kind of dumb girl, with choppy shoulder length hair that had been bleached and dyed a light green. She's donned in a crop top and sweatpants, comfy.

Don, a friendly giant, very kind in nature but also a little muscly. He has short black hair and a sculpted jawline. He also came in sweatpants and a baggy white T-shirt, also comfy.

Her two very good, and only, friends here. They’re in a few of her classes and all regularly hang out together.

“So,” Erica begins after her mouthful of powdered donut. “Who do you think is going to actually purge tonight? Like, actually actually. My moneys on them two hotties in my class.” She finishes, wiggling her eyebrows..

Don hums around his half empty soda can. “Yeah, honestly I wouldn't be surprised if they did.”

Y/n pipes up, “Wait who?” sitting up against the sofa behind her, getting comfy like she's about to hear the gossip of a lifetime.

“Oh, Em, G! You haven’t heard of it? You’ve seriously been, like, living under a rock or something.” Erica says jokingly. Picking apart pieces of her donut and eating them.

Don perks up too. “Really? You haven't?” Y/n shakes her head in denial as Don shrugs. “I get it, it’s mostly stayed in our class, hasn’t spread much further than that.” He says before crawling forward and rummaging around for more snacks.

“So get a load of this right!” Erica sits up too after finishing her donut. Waving her hands excitedly as she tells her latest gossip. “You know them two really hot upperclassmen right?” She draws out her ‘really’ and waits patiently at the end of her sentence for the other girl's confirmation.

When she nods in slight confusion, Erica continues, “There were some major rumours in class that the two of them were late this one day because they were beating someone up. And I don't mean like a few slaps or hair pulling, I mean punches. You know?”

Y/n nods again, this time with furrowed brows and Erica continues, “At first, I didn’t believe it, obviously. But then, the two of them came into class and I swear there were blood stains on their clothes. Blood stains! Not to mention all the plasters and bandages all over their hands! I just had to believe it then! Wouldn’t you?”

After the end of her long rant she slumps back against the front of the sofa and mumbles incoherently to herself shaking her head while pouting.

Don, who had been listening silently, pipes up, “It was true, I was actually there for once.”

Y/n’s eyebrows raise in disbelief at what she had just heard. Fighting, here? She couldn’t help but to doubt it, if only just a little. Stuff like that has never happened here. Or at least while she had been here. It was just unheard of.

And for an attack so vicious to result in blood being drawn, then there must have been somewhat of a good reason for it. That was the conclusion she came to.

“I mean, there had to have been a good reason for it.” Y/n says, “They’re pretty nice people aren't they? It is Gojo and Geto were talking about here, right? They’re really popular here too.” Her eyes darted between her two friends, looking for more answers on this unexpected juicy gossip.

Erica sighs wistfully, “No, it got shut down pretty quick, which I guess is why so little people have heard about it. God, would I pay to see them fight though. Their muscles must have looked amazing.”

They stop talking about it after that, Don getting distracted by the snacks and whining about how she didn’t get his favourite. Erica smacking him with a few pillows and complaining how he’s getting in the way of her movie she was barely even watching.

Their playful banter did little to distract from her inner turmoil. A small shiver went down her spine again. The memory from earlier in the library resurfacing in her mind. Gojo staring her down, the creepy walk back from the shops and now learning the two had at the very least helped in injuring someone.

It could just be because it was purge day, but everything was beginning to creep her out and she was overthinking again. ‘What if he wants to attack me next? What if all of those things were connected and someone really was following me home? What if he wants to kill me? What if both of them want to kill me? Have I ever done anything to offend them? I haven’t, have I?’ She knew these were far fetched and ridiculous, but she couldn’t help but think of them anyway.

Her spiralling thoughts were halted when a stray pillow smacked her in the face. “Oops, haha, sorry.” Erica sheepishly apologized, bringing her hand up to smooth down Y/n’s ruffled hair. Don was laughing in the background.

Y/n was stunned for a few seconds before replying, “Oh, don’t worry. How about we put something else on? This movie is kind of boring.” crawling across the piles of pillows and blankets to reach the stack of movies.

This caught the other two’s attention, eagerly rushing to the stack as well to try and get first pick. Arguing for a few more minutes before settling on a movie they all loved. Snuggling back into their original positions.

This was how the next few hours went before the announcement appeared.

It was 6:59 pm.

At exactly 7 on the dot, the TV went black before turning blue, the government announcing the commencement of the purge. Big bold letters and ‘Emergency Broadcast System’ and ‘This is not a test’ were displayed on the screen.

They were all quiet as it played out. The mood quickly turned sombre.

“Weapons of class 4 and lower have been authorized for use during the Purge. All other weapons are restricted.”

Don gulped.

“Government officials of ranking 10 have been granted immunity from the Purge and shall not be harmed.”

Erica huffed.

“Commencing at the siren, any and all crime, including murder, will be legal for 12 continuous hours.”

Y/n shivered.

“Police, fire, and emergency medical services will be unavailable until tomorrow morning at 7 am when The Purge concludes.”

She released a shaky breath. The announcement ends with “...A nation reborn.” before stopping. The screen turned black again.

No one moves or says anything. Each of them were frozen in an array of emotions. Fear being the most prominent.

The silence stretched on for minutes. Eerie in its wake, not even being able to hear other people in their dorm rooms like she normally would.

Eventually, after releasing another shaky breath and rearranging herself with trembling limbs, they all snap back into the present.

Don coughs and Erica shuffles awkwardly.

“Cards, anyone?” Y/n meekly speaks up. The other two nod as they sit in a small circle.

It was 7:36 pm.

This was when the first explosion of some kind was heard by them. Each of them froze in the middle of playing their mostly silent game of cards. The noise was distant, but the impact remained.

A scream from a few doors down echoed in the silent space.

They waited with baited breath for any follow up, but when nothing happened, they slowly relaxed. Each of them assumed it was the explosion that must have scared someone. Sometimes it’s better to think of the positive, rather than what that scream could have been for.

A few minutes later a siren bellows in the distance, a few car alarms wail.

Nothing too bad, but knowing that it could mean someone was being murdered out there didn’t give them any ease.

It was 8:02 pm.

This is when the banging starts. Y/n thinks it could be a few doors down again. Erica thinks it’s below them and Don thinks it’s above them.

Wherever it was, it was concerning.

Erica releases a small nervous chuckle. “Maybe someone is just having a good time?” A fake smile plastered on her face to try and mask her worry. Even she didn’t believe her little theory. Not during a time like this, during The Purge.

It was a few minutes later, after they had quietly resumed their game, that footsteps were heard.

Clacking down the hallway.

1, 2.

They were walking at a leisurely pace. Taking their time. Strolling down the hallway and getting closer and closer.

All three of them looked towards the door, as if someone were to burst in at any moment.

The footsteps slow before coming to a stop. Right outside her door.

The three of them hold their breath, bodies flinching when a light knock rings out into the open space.

Complete silence.

Another knock.

None of them had even noticed the earlier noises had stopped, too focused on the potential threat now right outside the door. Seemingly wanting someone to open up.

Three pairs of eyes dart between each other. Silent questions trying to push their way out without being heard. A few panicked half shrugs and furrowed brows with downturned lips later, another knock rings out.

This time it was a little louder.

Barely audible whisperings of ‘you go’, ‘no you’, ‘fuck no’, ‘who even is it?’ cut through the silence. No one wanted to ask the question. To even speak a hint of it lest it result in it coming true.

Eventually after a solid minute of panicked, almost silent, squabbling later. A frustrated and frightened Erica pushed herself up. Taking a very obvious deep breath. Eyes closed and silently mumbling to herself before taking a few steps over to the front door.

She tried to be as quiet as she could but each step sounded like it weighed a ton. Every creek and every wobble made to sound the loudest.

Very quietly bracing her hands upon the door, she leant up on her tiptoes. Peeking into the peephole positioned in the centre of the door.

The two left in the pile of blankets still. Not wanting to even breathe in fear of disturbing whatever was happening in front of them.

A sudden screech of pure panic and fear tore from Erica’s throat. Flailing before landing with a harsh thud on the floor beneath her. Scrambling backwards on her hands and feet, keeping her eyes on the door the entire time.

The two startle and immediately jump up, laboured breathing hindering their lungs from the sudden scare.

“What the fuck? Erica what happened? What was that?” Don frantically whispered. His eyes were also locked on the door.

Y/n also whispered to her, “Who was that? Erica?” her eyes locked onto her friend, not able to bring herself to look at the door yet.

“It was.. Oh god.. The peep..” Erica wheezed out. The fright took too much out of her with her frantic gasps for air.

A sudden bang echoed into the room. A few more followed before they all realized it was coming from the front door.

Erica screeched and threw herself back into a standing position, rushing for the kitchen and grabbing any sharp knife her eyes first laid on.

Don stood frozen in fear. Not able to move or barely breathe from the looks of it.

Y/n wasn’t any better herself. Downright terrified. This was her dorm. Her dorm. Which means whoever was outside, was looking for her.

The banging persisted, the person on the other side seemingly determined to get in. This proved correct when the handle started turning whichever way it could.

She didn’t even realize, terror clouding her senses because when she looked back to her two friends, Don had collapsed into himself, wheezing with little air entering his lungs amidst his panic. Erica was cornered in the kitchen, sobbing, tears flooding her cheeks and ruining her mascara she had in place.

The persistent banging stopped for a second. The faint sound of another pair of footsteps approached from the hallway outside. Muffled talking pursued but it was hard to make anything out, between her pounding heart, Erica’s sobs and the slab of wood in the way, didn’t make for easy hearing.

For Y/n, it seemed there was one second of complete silence. No sobbing, no voices, no distant alarms or explosions, no racing heart, no wheezing lungs. Before chaos sprung onto them.

Suddenly the people outside, because there was another person now, resumed banging on the door. But it didn’t seem like they were ‘just knocking’ anymore. No.

They were trying to break the door down.

She could see it from the way the door groaned and creaked under the relentless kicking. She couldn't quite tell if they were using their feet, or an object, or whatever.

All that mattered was that they were trying to get in. And they were going to succeed.

“Move! Hide! We need to hide!” She whisper-yelled. Rushing to Don and tugging on his arm to try and get him to move. He stared at her for a few seconds before his brain caught up, registering what was happening around him. The real danger he was in right now.

“Hide.. Oh god..” He panted, sprinting for the bathroom, the first place his eyes had landed on.

With Don now searching for a place to hide, she ran her way to Erica. Still trying to be as quiet as she could, in the little hopes that they would think she wasn’t here.

“Erica, we need to hide! They’re getting in!” She frantically whispered to her hyperventilating friend. Trying to shake her shoulders, even resorting to lightly slapping her face to try and get her attention. She was desperate.

“Please!” The sound of splintering caught both of their attention. Heads whipping towards the door starting to cave. She wasn’t all that surprised, that slab of wood was a shitty excuse for a door anyway.

Erica suddenly sprung up and dove for the piles of blankets in the living room. Trying to bury herself amongst them, taking the knife with her.

And now that all her friends had been taken care of, she ran for her bedroom. Trying her best not to stumble and fall in the dark hallway.

As soon as her door came into sight, she gently opened it, gunning for her wardrobe tucked into the corner of the room. Not even looking towards the turned off lantern, she didn’t need them knowing her hiding spot from something so obvious.

It was already messy anyway, so in her frazzled brain she didn’t bother caring where she tossed piles of clothes and shoes in her room.. They’d hopefully think it was like that in the first place.

After quickly clearing a space big enough for her to curl into, she did just that. Situating herself just right, back pressed against the side of the wardrobe, knees tucked to her chest and pressed against the boxes in front of her. She was sitting on old shirts she hadn’t seen for months.

Hearing the door breaking even further, she grabbed any clothes within her reach and threw them over herself. Shutting the door when she was mostly covered, she could have sworn she could hear laughter coming from the hallway.

A loud crash and splintering tore through the air. She knew it was her front door. And now they were inside.

Her hands slowly went up to cup around her mouth, trying to muffle her breathing as much as she could. Her body froze. Even when she already began to feel muscle cramps settling in, she dared not move. She forced herself to breathe slowly. Every inhale a struggle along with a reminder that she was still alive at this very moment. Even if she was convinced she wouldn’t be for much longer.

The thought brought tears to her eyes. The original shock wears from her body and settles into something akin to despair.

Her throat started clamping up, muscles seizing and throbbing with the need to cry.

It was the thudding of footsteps that shook her out of it. Snapping her half way back into a nightmarish reality.

She gulped. Closing her eyes and straining her ears for any information they were willing to receive.

Just as she thought. Two pairs of footsteps.

With every thud of a shoe or a spike in their muffled talking, her body would tremble.

It remained like this for a few more minutes. The footsteps or talking occasionally pausing.

It was during one of these silences, where a different sound was heard. She couldn’t identify the exact sounds, just ones of commotion. They were still all muffled. And then she heard muffled yelling.

It sounded so dulled, between the walls and layers of wood and clothes, she could barely make out anything, her ears straining for any hint as to what was happening. Being left in the dark like this, literally and figuratively, was terrifying her.

And then this horrible, awful noise carried its way between the cracks in the wardrobe. Crunching. Cracking. Stomps.

That muffled yelling from before kept getting cut off. Eventually dwindling down into a barely audible groan. Those thuds never seemed to stop either. Never ending, crunching, cracking, and now wet thuds.

Her brain was trying its hardest to process, to catch up with the information that it has been provided with.

More footsteps, only one pair, accompanied with muffled laughter. And a more distinct sound traveling through the air.

A scream.

Even more laughter, hurried footsteps and pleas of ‘no’, ‘please’, ‘don’ts’.

It was now, with the wet stomps still in the background, her screeching friend, that eager laugh, that her brain had finally caught up.

She was going to be sick.

They’re hurting them. Killing them.

Her friends.

Her body moved out of its own violation. Shaky hands and feet kicking and pushing their way out of the pile of clothes. Wardrobe door swinging open with a creak.

She collapsed out of it. Slumped on the floor, dry heaving. Her lungs not seeming to take enough air in but yet holding in too much. She couldn’t function. Fear overwhelmed every part of her. As well as grief.

Her ears were ringing and she was left gasping, drool dripping onto the hard floor beneath her as a result of her attempted vomiting. Eyes wide open, blurry when she tapped back into her mind.

Tears, clouding her vision and dripping audibly on the floorboards below her.

In the distance she could hear muffled talking. Two men, she could make out more clearly. Not only that, but squelching, wet, gooey noises seemed to mingle in the air. Gurgling was the next before silence.

A minute passed, maybe two before the footsteps started up again. Those goddamn footsteps.

1.. 2.

But they were slower than before. Steady. Taking their time.

And getting closer.

Her instincts kick in, blinking profusely to try and clear her eyes from the tears, looking up and darting around before landing on the space under her bed.

She wouldn’t have enough time to fix her spot back in the wardrobe. She couldn’t run past them, not even in her best state which she certainly wasn’t in right now. She had considered her bedroom window as an option, but it was locked, which would take time to open. Not even mentioning the fact she was on the third floor, so jumping out would break at least something important. They would be quick to notice as well, and if they came for her, it was likely they would decide to chase her down.

Under her bed seemed to be her best option at the moment, and she was running out of time. Scrambling as quietly as she could, she slid herself directly under her bed, trying to center herself in the middle of it, tucking herself into a tight ball.

The footsteps stopped right outside her bedroom door, she had enough sense to shut it on her way in, thank god. But that clearly wouldn’t be enough to stop them.

Almost as if the person was teasing her, they slowly clicked the door open. The distinct creak she had grown accustomed to over the months making itself known.

Her muscles are tense, tightening in the presence of her predators.

In the dark space from under her bed and in her room, it was obvious when the light from inside the hallway started spilling in the more the door got pushed open. In the vague depths of her mind it registered that they must’ve either turned the hall lights on, had taken one of her lanterns, or were carrying one of their own.

Her lungs were burning with the effort to keep her body running with the little air she was allowing them to have, all for the sake of trying to keep quiet.

It was all too silent once again, only for a second or two before the second pair of footsteps came towards her. A lot more hasty compared to the other ones.

Her breath silently hitched, the new person pushed their way into the room, stepping past their company before a thunk was heard. The sound forced her body to startle, jolting her muscles and kick starting her trembling again. An uncontrollable reaction to the fear she was under, the unrelenting motions causing a deep ache in her ribs.

The sound of rustling was now heard. It seemed they were looking for something. ‘They’re going to kill me. They’re digging around for a weapon to stab me with, to bash my head in, to murder me like they did my friends. I’m dead. I’m dead, I’mdeadI’mdeadI’mdead-’

Her racing thoughts consuming her fear riddled mind failed in picking up the sound of the other pair of footsteps slowly creeping round to the end of her bed.

The person paused, silently crouching down low before a pair of hands reached under.

The sudden tight grip on her ankles followed up by the sudden pull had her screeching. Pure terror flooding her veins. She had been yanked out from under her bed, lying sprawled on the floor and gazing up at the towering man stationed above her.

Her lungs burned, seizing up before a sickening scream escaped her. Fuelled by genuine, unrestrained horror.

They had found her.

One of her lanterns they had brought in illuminated his face in a haunting light. The darkened shadows stretching and contorting behind him to create the most grim image for her mind to paint. Not that it was far off.

A foot standing on either side of her hips, straddling her if it wasn’t for his standing position. Hands nestled comfortably back in his trouser pockets now they had done the job of retrieving her. A comfortable looking long-sleeved shirt adorned his figure. Dark splatters starting from the bottom of his shoes and creeping their way up his legs, tapering off into a few spots that painted one of his cheeks.

An easy smile softly ingrained on his face, followed by gentle looking eyes peering down at her if it wasn’t for the malicious spiral she found herself paralyzed in. Dark locks of hair extended down his back, past where she could see from her position, with the top layers sectioned off and tied back into a bun.

His mouth opened and he spoke. “Well, well. Look what I’ve caught for us Satoru.”

Satoru. The other man must be Satoru Gojo, and this was Suguru. Suguru Geto. The most popular guys she knew, the supposedly kindest. And then staring in the library, the walk back from the shops, the gossip her most likely dead friend had told her.

Her body suddenly felt like it was pumped full of adrenaline. Pushing herself up as fast as she could, using the bed as support all the while stumbling over her numb riddled legs. She took off, running towards the open door she so desperately wanted to pass through.

A sudden arm snatched her from around her waist and she screeched. Pure instinct driving her at this point as she scratched and kicked and flailed in his, Satoru Gojo’s, hold.

The sound of something dropping before his other arm came round, collecting both her wrists in one hand of his. His grip tightened the more she fought. Her body pressed tight against his, her back to his front. His head situated itself on her shoulder, tucking over and pressing his cheek to hers even while she cried and panted and kicked.

She could feel his grin pressing against the side of her face. “Such a pretty little thing we have here. Can’t let her get away so easily now, can we? Not after all the trouble we’ve gone through.” The last part practically whispered into her ear as she turned her face as far away as possible from him.

A little laugh boasted out from Geto. “Of course not.” He strolled over to them, bending down to pick up what Gojo had dropped in order to restrain her.

Rope.

Fucking rope.

The moment her eyes zoned in and processed what Geto was unravelling in his hands she tried to fight back even harder. Eyes flooding with tears that spilled down her cheeks. Short mumblings of ‘no’ being repeated over and over while becoming louder until she was yelling.

“Please don’t do this! Let me go! Please, please.. Stop!” She shrieked while sobbing, convinced they were going to kill her or torture her or something horrible like that.

Gojo walked the two of them to the edge of her bed before forcefully pushing her down, manhandling her onto her front and bending her arms to rest pressing against her back.

She sobbed into her ruffled sheets as she felt Geto fastening the rope tight around her wrists, the rough material digging into and pinching the sensitive skin. Raw and red marks already forming amidst her struggle.

Her legs still hung off the bed, trying their best to kick and hopefully injure one or both of them, but she knew it was a losing battle. None of her landing blows made them falter in any way.

When her wrists were successfully restrained Geto kept them pressed to the small of her back while Gojo let go and reached down to grab her ankles. Pulling them up and bending her legs at the knees while they both worked in finishing the task of tying her up.

When they finally stepped back to admire the work they’d successfully done, Y/n deflated. Tears soaking into her bed in which she rested on top of. Her lungs still burned, having never stopped. The hogtied position she had been forced into leaving her nothing to work with in terms of escaping. Not that she could think clearly anyway. The distress she was under proved too much.

“Oh, Shh Sh Sh… There, there, sweet thing. Settle down for us now. We aren’t going to kill you.” Cooed, who she could only guess right now was Gojo.

Geto reached forward from his position of kneeling on the bed, gentle soothing pets stroking her hair. Her sobbing tapering off into hiccupped breathing even while flinching with every touch. “There you go, good girl. See that wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

He pulled away from her, stepping down off the bed and heading towards the previously discarded bag on the floor Y/n hadn’t noticed before..

Y/n slowly turned her head round, no longer pressed into her sheets. Her eyes were red and bloodshot, swollen from all the crying she’d been doing. Little hiccups and groans left her while her lungs tried to recover. She’d given up struggling right now, it had done nothing but cause her pain as the rope dug and squeezed the skin of her wrists and ankles.

Gojo piped up from behind her, only now feeling the heat from his legs pressing into hers causing her to flinch. “You know, this would’ve gone a whole lot easier if you had just let us in sweetheart.” She could practically hear the smug smile in his voice. “Look at where you are now, tied up all pretty for us. Ripe for the taking.” He pressed closer to her at that, voice practically dripping with need.

She whined in fear and started squirming at his words. Panic flooding her senses again for just a second before a sharp tug to her hair had her yelping, halting her movements.

“I thought I told you to quit that.” Geto was back to kneeling on the bed in front of her, his hand gripping tight onto her hair, eyes narrowed.

Her bottom lip trembled, breaths picking up with every second he glared down at her.

“Don’t be so mean, Sugu.” Gojo said, a teasing lilt in his voice.

Geto glanced back at him before humming and letting go of his harsh grip, her scalp burning in turn. “I suppose you’re right. She’ll have plenty of time to learn when we take her back home.”

Gojo hummed and she felt him leaning away from her, hearing him crouch down and fiddle with something from the bag as well.

“Back home?..” She stuttered, voice hoarse and throat dry.

Geto looked back down at her, amusement painting his face. “Yes. Home.”

“Where..” She started, face formed in a twist of concern and confusion. “Please.. I.. Just let me go. I won’t- I won’t tell anyone, I’ll- I’ll leave you alone, I’ll do anything, please..” She gasped out, tears gathered freshly in her eyes again, voice cracking every few seconds.

An amused eyebrow raised with the hint of a smirk at the corner of his mouth was all she got as a response.

Gojo had come back, reaching round and fastening a strip of duct tape around her mouth in a sudden flurry of movement. Giving her no time to process what he had done until after he had done it.

She cried out, the sound muffled thanks to the tape, worried eyes darting around in panic as she tried squirming again for the third time.

Gojo pressed up behind her once again. “You’re not going anywhere, sweet pea! You’re ours now. We’ve had you picked out for a long time now.” The joy in his voice didn’t fail to put her on edge, his words doing their part in helping the tears gathered in her waterline to finally spill down her cheeks. Wetting the tape situated over her lips.

“He’s right.” Geto replied. Bringing one of his hands up to show what he had collected from the bag a few moments ago. The mobile phone in his hands glowed brightly in the dark room, the lamp from before having been moved, the light now dim.

“We’ll bring you back with us soon enough, but we still have a few more hours to kill before that. And why waste them.” Gojo said, the grin in his voice unsettling her, keeping her frozen in fear.

An easy smile pulled at Geto’s cheeks at that, head tilting to the side to gaze down at their pretty prey.

“Well what are you waiting for then, Satoru?”

A pause. Smile pulling into a predatory grin.

“Have at it.”

#geto x reader #gojo x reader #geto suguru #gojo saturo #jujutsu kaisen x reader #yandere geto #yandere geto suguru #yandere gojo #yandere gojo satoru #yandere gojo x reader #yandere geto x reader

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piichuu · 9 months

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♡ THE ONE AND ONLY CUPID

PAIRING: fushiguro megumi x f!reader

SYNOPSIS: itadori yuji is behind the account “the one and only cupid” where others in tokyo can anonymously ship two people they think should get together. what happens when you’re suddenly shipped with fushiguro megumi whom you’ve never talked to before and why do you all of a sudden have to see him in the school hallway every single day?

GENRE: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, social media au

TAG LIST: closed

STATUS: completed

NOTES: hopefully i won’t delete this like i do with all my other smaus but i’m excited for this one so we’ll see…also, geto in this smau will not kill non sorcerers because i need him and gojo to have a happy life somewhere

THE CHILDREN | THE ELDERLY

ONE - a stalker?

TWO - the golden retriever to my black cat

THREE - i hate teenagers

FOUR - the cafe meeting

FIVE - uncomfortable

SIX - movie night

SEVEN - realizations

EIGHT - wtf panda

NINE - a selfie???

TEN - more than a crush

ELEVEN - nervous for friday

TWELVE - maki’s plan

THIRTEEN - cuddles

FOURTEEN - hanging out alone

FIFTEEN - maybe lose a leg…or an arm

SIXTEEN - kisses?

SEVENTEEN - a step forward

EIGHTEEN - thank you for yesterday

NINETEEN - revelations

TWENTY - sudden worries

TWENTY ONE - cancelled dates

TWENTY TWO - revelations pt 2

TWENTY THREE - forgiveness

TWENTY FOUR - a shoulder to cry on

TWENTY FIVE - where is he?

TWENTY SIX - say sorry

TWENTY SEVEN - friends again

TWENTY EIGHT - goodbye cupid

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sato111u · 6 months

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currently thinking about teen!gojo who has a massive crush on the reader :))

of course shoko and geto can see right through gojo, and the way he goes out of his way just to take a glance at his pretty crush <3

when he insists that shoko and geto should try this “new coffee shop” down the street, with him, a shop that has been open for months. however shoko and geto know that you spent most of your afternoons studying there like the smart girl you are.

the way gojo, acts surprised when he sees your head buried in chemistry books.

what a coincidence right?

as much as he hates do admit, he is a little bit of a stalker. finding out what classes you take, your schedule, the bus you take to get home, all of this so he can figure out a plan to at least have a small conversation with you.

acting completely clueless when he sees you sitting on the back of the bus, earpods on your ears.

but this was a total coincidence right?

watching you from far away, during breaks, drink an iced latte, tongue swirling the straw. you were so adorable, how could anyone not be in love with you?

truth is teen gojo has no rizz, and the fact that you guys are not that close, makes it akward. but gojo is determined to make you his.

PART 2 OUT NOW

#jujutsu geto #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu nanami #jujutsu sorcerer #jujutsu kaisen #gojo comfort #gojo x y/n #gojo fluff #gojo x reader #gojo smut #gojo saturo #gojou satoru x reader #jjk satoru #gojou satoru x you #gojou satoru x y/n #gojo fanfic #gojo fucking satoru #jjk gojo

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rottiens · 2 months

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Imagine Stalker Geto gifting you this dress tho

https://twitter.com/MissAmethysa/status/1765481511753511308?t=axxifuRpzHbkHml-YRfVfA&s=19

fuckkk. do we think he would leave it as a gift on your bed for you to find it there? or would he do it personally to make it less significant, and for you to take it as a friend's gift?

#asks #lovers ₊˚ᰔ #stalker geto #fuck thats such a provocative dress #i love it #i think geto would like to leave it on your bed and see your surprise and then horror when you realize that someone came into your house c:#or maybe you think it was your partner all along #i feel he enjoys watching you and you don't know you are being watched #so it's ok if you think it was your partner #pretty soon you will find out it's him who has been leaving gifts on your door #or on your bed

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brennenscolby · 2 years

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Hide and Seek. 2

•warnings + content: breeding kink, impregnation, implied baby trapping, fingering, edging, dacryphilia, creampie, groping, voyeurism, breast fetishism, cunnilingus, masturbation, breathplay, voice kink, bulge, dirty talk, edging, hickies and bruises, thigh kink, MINORS DON'T INTERACT. 18+.

Suggested tracks: John Blaze - Timbaland ft Aaliyah + Missy Elliot

Twenty eight - The Weeknd [slowed]

Love lockdown - Kanye West

•summary: geto never gets to have any fun outside of work. He decided to change that the second he met a pretty little thing like you… he never anticipated on getting so attracted.

•pairings: gang leader! + stalker!geto suguru x shy!chubby!reader.

•genre: mentions of blood/gore, guns, weapons, violence, yandere tendencies, dubcon, sugar baby themes, dub-con, stalker tendencies, body-worship, praise, obsession/infatuation, possessive!geto, smut/bdsm, sub!reader, Dom!geto, roleplay, CNC, consensual sex, pussydrunk!geto, aftercare, sweet!geto after rough!Geto, simp!geto, deranged tendencies, missionary sex.

One • Two Three

•wc: 3.8k

Geto didn’t anticipate his dreams to come crashing down so suddenly. A trip to America for a promotional gala demanded he’d abandon the comfort of his Tokyo penthouse for five days the most, with the first day, being directly after he saw you. Life’s uncontrollable urge to interrupt might’ve slowed down his process to pursue, but he simply found himself replaying the feverish daze from the night before as a constant reminder throughout his grueling day.

Business went good as usual, -with the exception of occasional beheadings-. Acts of violence were never premeditated, but he couldn’t possibly let dealers who’ve cheated him off the hook so easily, could he? A statement had to be made. A twinkle of dependency forced him to realize his rage at work was only a catalyst from missing you. Over the harsh moments of disdain and responsibility, while work appeased his ambitions, he was more than fervid to return and greet you.

However, walking up to your door unannounced would surely arouse suspicion, which is exactly why he made his best friend, Satoru, collect as much intel on you as he possibly could. The exact moment he shared his vision with his closest companion, Satoru’s maniacal expression mirrored his own.

While the ordinary person would express disgust and put an end to his outrageous requests and endeavors, Geto knew Satoru could care less. Besides, best friends are supposed to support each other, right?

Ranging from apartment number, occupation, and your own name, he was able to indulge in the fruits of his labor. He decided to discard your name, in hopes of getting it out of you—only if you’d provide him with the chance to a date. He figured it’d be more intimate if you at least met each other on a first-name basis. On top of that, there was one thing his efforts couldn’t devise, and that was your personality. Over despair and anguish, he hopelessly romanticized the idea of someone as angelic as you falling for a deranged lunatic like him. For the first time in a long time, Geto found himself wanting to offer everything he possibly could, in order for you to be his.

As he did practically every time he came home, he arrived in the wee hours of the morning, breakfast already prepared by his housemaid before she departed from her shift. The air wafted with the familiar imprint of his cologne, linked with the intimate scent of his wine. While he looked okay on the outside, hysterical turmoil twisted within. He itched to hear the timbre of your voice and even more so, see your chubby cheeks turn up into a pretty smile at the sight of him. Red flags approached from every corner of his morality, alarming him that he might’ve rushed himself a little quickly, but he couldn’t care less. Not when his heart chimed at the thought of watching you through a window like a sex-deprived freak. You aroused him in ways he couldn’t even begin to describe, the gloss on your puckered lips was forever driving him to the brink of insanity, just as much as his temptation to certify a romantic companionship at the likes of you.

And while his hands twitched uncannily, he focused on the task at hand, the strain of distance finally active. He weakly grabbed at the tiny bun pinning his bangs away from his face before tugging and letting his raven hair gracefully fall down. The daily task was to keep it pinned up, only to appear more menacing to his subordinates. Besides, if he were in the midst of executing a dealer, it wouldn’t look so pretty if his hair got caught in the process, would it?

Heaving out a yawn, he went about his night routine, tugging an oversized white shirt over his head paired with a set of black sweatpants, which dangled dangerously low on his slender hips. The monotone colors of his wardrobe blended into his solemn mood, which he could only wish would be changed with any indication of you. He made his way over to his couch, plopping down in its usual place, prepared to see your angelic face in the midst of the darkness. For minutes, his eyes lingered aimlessly, looking at every single window within your apartment, until they landed on the glow of your bathroom light.

He froze, nervously anticipating the sight of your soft nude body before watching you depart from the bathroom and walk to your couch. He let out a breath, disappointed at the fact that he wouldn’t get to see your luscious curves in all their glory but nevertheless, he was glad you were within his sight. It would be a lie if he said he didn’t come home in slight fear of the fact that you’d be asleep. Surely you owed him at least a small grace of your presence after he’d been gone for so long.

Just when he thought it couldn’t get any better, you situated your body in a comfy position, before grabbing your remote control and shutting the TV off. He wasn’t sure what you were watching, but it couldn’t have been that good if you turned the flat screen off as soon as you came from the bathroom. The situation regarding your TV didn’t even last a minute in Geto’s mind when he noticed the way your pajama shorts once again pooled at the top of your chubby thighs, and your crop top clung tightly to your braless chest.

Was it possible you knew he was watching from the start? You never visibly looked at him nor made any indication that he’d been spotted. But by the way, you strutted around your apartment in peekaboo shorts and tight bra-less crop tops, surely you had to be up to something. He blinked away from your body, letting his dazed eyes adjust to the text message glimmering on his phone. He rolled his eyes, seeing as it was Satoru asking if he could purchase sweets for the next business meeting. After the numerous times he’s agreed, couldn’t he take a hint? He chuckled lowly before grabbing the phone, texting a quick, “go ahead”, before glancing back up at you.

The second he did though, the device tumbled out of his grasp, falling on the luxuriously carpeted floor below him. He didn’t even register the corner of the phone smacking against his foot. His mouth slightly gaped, tongue piercing rolling across his soft palate as he watched you lift your arms and gradually pull your crop top off your torso. Little by little you revealed, for his eyes only, the bottoms of your plump tits, followed by the chub of your cute soft belly before fully flashing the beauty of your perky areolas. He sucked in a breath, feeling as his pants grew tight at the sight of your majestic chest. It pained him to be able to see your gorgeous body, but not be within reach to worship it as he yearned to.

Your hands flew to your pajama shorts, gently tugging them down your slender legs before allowing them to plop on the ground followed by your slick-covered panties. He felt his heart skip a beat, eyes shimmering dark with lust as he grew witness to the erotic acts you performed. Had it not been for his own will, he would’ve never blinked, and he refused the urge to several times. He wanted to embed the sight of your divine physique in his memory. Geto discovered the extreme urge to have you underneath him begging for his cock exceeded its limits as he yearned to imprint himself inside of you. Your legs dropped on either side of you, one dangling off the couch while you sensually arched your back, a hand coming up to pinch and pull at your bouncing left breast as your other skimmed the soaked hole of your little cunt before skillfully rubbing circles on the cute little pearl.

He went into a frenzy, audibly moaning with exasperation. He could only think of you as a naive little slut, having yourself on full display directly in front of his penthouse window, without a care in the world. If only you realized the grave mistake you made for allowing his darkened eyes to drink in your vulnerable frame. He still wondered if you knew he was present, but he couldn’t give a damn about the answer now, not when his thick cock was rock hard at the sight of your ministrations.

He grunted, lacking the patience to hold himself together before hastily pulling his sweatpants down his slender hips, and revealing his well-endowed cock. Upon finding himself incredibly sprung, he accommodates himself on his cushion, eager to tickle the throbbing head of his dick with supple swipes from his thumb. Spurts of pre-cum spilled over the sides, trickling down to the neatly trimmed hairs at the base of his cock the longer he stared. The head of his cock flared in a light shade of pink, beads of pre-cum pouring out from the slit inconsolably.

His brow came down in a furrow, scrutinizing the way his digits melted into one to hug his weeping dick. He desperately gave himself a slight tug with his large hand, before sharply pumping his hips into his strong fist as he looked back at your squirming form. Your head lulled to the side, chest rising rapidly while your cheeks grew pink and lips glossy from the pleasure you rode to the hilt. He could only imagine what you sounded like in person, sweet, beautiful moans bouncing across the apartment walls.

Your collarbones sparkled with perspiration underneath the moonlight with such grandness, drops of sweat running over your swollen, sensitive buds. He bit his lip harshly, sure to leave a bruise for tomorrow. The sight of your body was already a blessing as is, but Geto wanted nothing more than to have his way with your cute little cunt. Black eyes appeared crestfallen, but his heart thumped with such painstaking eagerness. His bangs grew soaked with sweat, fanning his forehead as his cock twitched in his hand. He quickened his pace, pumping himself rather aggressively. While he desperately wanted the pleasure to never simmer down, he knew it’d end the moment you reached your higher self with your moistened fingers. He continued squirming in the luxury of his couch, strings of pre-cum sticking to the base of his hand, arousing even more sticky puddles as his fist came down to smack against his heavy, full balls. He wanted to hear you, feel your warm skin press against his, and even more so, devour you entirely.

Your eyes fluttered closed as you tirelessly pumped two glistening fingers into your dripping cunt, drool seeping over the side of your mouth as your thighs trembled to stay open. Slick had collected on your chubby inner thighs, which, made Geto feral. The agonizing urge of his orgasm strummed the hardening of his abdomen, growing more apparent when he pictured you melting below him from his touch. He watched you intently as you arched your back, your pretty face scrunched in ecstasy as you came, one of your hands coming down to clutch your thick thigh as your rode out your orgasm. He followed shortly after you came, the image of your pretty fucked out face being the last thing in his perverted mind before white engulfed his vision.

“F-fuck”, he groaned huskily, his body growing stiff for an extended second as he pumped his load onto the shimmering definition of his abs. His mind stood in suspended limbo with each drop of semen splashing on his shuddering skin. Geto spent the next few minutes recovering from one of the most explosive orgasms he’d ever had, before sparing you one last glance, only to see your cute form curled up beneath your couch blanket. His vision, hazy with post clarity, foolishly presented a mirage of dazzling light radiating from your heavenly state. He smirked to himself, grabbing a few tissues to clean up his mess. If you had this much of an effect on making him pussy drunk, he could only imagine what it’d be like if you were to ever welcome him between your legs.

Geto later spent the next few days constantly pacing around, formulating solutions on how he could approach you and introduce himself without coming off as distrustful. He looked towards his strengths, seeing as a majority of women found him attractive and he was pretty confident in starting conversations, but he still couldn’t help feeling unsure of himself. Would such a stunning woman like you even want him? Looks couldn’t even begin to shed a layer of light to reveal his flawed persona. Especially the hidden perverted tendencies from within, which only made his balls throb with cum at such dangerous lengths.

He spent the next few days wondering how he could possibly get your attention until finally, spawning an outcome out of pure coincidence. He yawned, tying his freshly washed hair into a soft bun before playing with the stray bang from the corner of his cheek. It was a slow morning this day, the birds chirping outside, singing a familiar song, while the sun sparkled in through the windows, highlighting Geto’s broad chest and chiseled muscles. He grabbed a cup of coffee before trailing over to his couch, curious as to what you’d be doing today. His thoughts suddenly shattered when he heard a piercing scream, trailing from the direction adjacent to him. His eyes narrowed, hard with contemplation and terrorization only dealers were to witness. He gradually slipped a hand beneath his coffee table to clutch a mechanized gun before looking up and locking eyes on your stamping figure.

“Get it off!”, you screamed, attempting to tug the rather large insect off your cropped tee. Nimble fingers trembled with dread and flaring panic as you tried your best, a fleeting sense of relief looming over your head the longer you took. Geto visibly relaxed relieved he was no longer a target but strained at the fact that you clearly were. Intrusive thoughts left him scatterbrained, still pondering over how syrupy your voice would sound if his services were providing you with such a cry.

His weapon of demise was long forgotten as he stood, ready to chase his opened opportunity. He jogged to his front door, slipping his slides on before running downstairs in nothing but sweatpants. Anxiety crinkled over his back and he was scared he wouldn’t make it to you in time due to the missed escalation of time from the elevator shaft taking such difficulty to reach below. Once doing so, he could only pray his luck didn’t run out as he made his way over to your apartment complex, a firm finger desperately stammering over your floor number before he made his way to your door. A wisp of panic flicked him on the forehead as he knocked, the seconds directly after embedding suspense. He was surprised when the door swung open shortly, revealing your determined eyes and fluttering lashes.

“Hey, I’m sorry for the commotion but everything’s completely under contr-oh,” you stopped, taking in the sight of the raven-haired man with ragged breaths staring back at you. Lack of shame had your eyes drooping down to his muscular, tatted chest and low, sagging sweatpants. The perspiration over his body forced black strands of hair to stick pristinely to his forehead. Your eyes grew with interest when they flitted over the pinball piercing on his left eyebrow which directly coordinated with the color of his plug earrings. Suguru, way more discreetly than you, did the same, drinking in the sight of your front crop tee and matching sweatpants. The buttons of your shirt desperately presented themselves to him, the cleavage of your breasts doing no such justice as they appeared divine and inviting,

“H-hello”, you stuttered out, voice quivering with an uncertainty that Geto was directly aware of, leading him to associate it with insecurity. Was he staring too long? Upon locking eyes with you, he felt his heart skip a beat, and he grew rather bashful as well, a slight ounce of confidence slipping over him due to reaching the paradise of which you represented. It drove him a little dizzy if he had to admit it,

“Hey. I live in the apartment across from you. Is everything okay? I heard you screaming so I thought I’d make myself over here and help… but I think I’m a little too late”, he gave a pointed look towards your midsection, the cloth slightly mangled over your soft belly. His eyes lingered a little longer on your belly button, finding the small unveil appealing. He avoided whimsical appearances by offering a soft smile that concealed the way his brain short-circuited at the visual of your plump breasts. Recognition dawned on your face, making you giggle,

“Yeah… everything’s okay now. I got the insect just in time”, you beamed, the sound of your sonorous voice, presenting various erotic scenarios in his head, all of which revolved around what your honeyed moans would sound like. Your words went in through one ear and out the other as you cutely overexplained. All the while of your rambling, Geto fast-tracked your futures together, a very explicit image of a product you’d welcome in the world, untamed. You’d look so pretty with his baby. You also looked so adorable flustered by his sudden intrusion. He smirked inwardly, finding enough confidence to conduct a sense of cockiness out of him. It appeared you found him just as attractive as he found you if not, more. He swallowed, looking back at you with dark eyes, shielding them with curiosity to prevent the greed and obsession from spilling over, “Thanks for your concern. If you don’t mind me asking, What’s your name?”

He gave you a charming smile, acting as though nothing out the ordinary occurred,

“I’m Geto Suguru. You can just call me Suguru!” He extended his hand in a gentlemanly matter. His ongoing situation internally had him in a state of shock, the wheels in his brain barely registering what he was saying. The tips of his ears donned a shade of rosy pink, closely matching the color of your cheeks.

“It’s nice to meet you Suguru. I’m (y/n)! Thanks for stopping by, I’m more than happy to make a new friend.”, his strong hand clasped around yours, forcing Geto to fight against the shiver which came with it. Your skin felt soft and warm, the pleasant scent of your apartment wafting around him only to make his head spin the longer you stood there with him. His lips curled up in a grin, eyes shaping into tiny moon crescents,

“In that case, feel free to look for me whenever you’re in need.”, he chuckled softly. You blushed. He watched as your hand trembled, the other coming down to fiddle with the tingling digits. You lowered your face to look away from his own, which he recognized as hesitation. An inkling in his mind reminded him to keep his deviant details to himself, and instead showcase the side of him that his close friends were familiar with. He took the slight diversion as a lead way to his own, a sly smirk making its way over his sharp features,

“That’s very kind of you. If a bug incident like that happens again, I’ll make sure to find ya. Is it okay if I get your number?” you glanced back up at him, glistening doe eyes hypnotically trancing him to stare,

“Absolutely.”,

You gradually relaxed throughout your entire ordeal, allowing him to witness the considerate side of your witty banter, as well as the sweet praises you offered to ease him up in your habitation. Because of how sugary your personality came off to him, he was convinced you were purposely tugging him into some sort of seduction, a hypnotic act committed by a temptress of which you greatly played the role of. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, slight strains of negativity pouring out as his lips drew downwards in a slight frown. The fact that he had to leave and get ready for the day weighed him down greatly, but just as he was to step away, your soft palm patted his arm, granting a wake-up call that greatly rang at full volume,

“I hope you have a great day, Suguru. I’ll make sure to catch up with you”, you winked cutely, the glee on your face radiating such contagious sunshine. Upon shutting the door, Suguru found himself standing there for an extended second, contemplating whether he should over-excite the acts that he’d just been witness to, or play it off. He chose the latter. Giving you some time to warm up to him would greatly bring in benefits. He could wait just a little longer to be with you, but he definitely couldn’t miss out on the opportunity to touch himself with your servitude in mind. Just as he stepped away from your front door, he smiled cynically, sticking his trembling hands in his pockets. With every step he took towards his home, he overexcited the erotic thought of pumping sweet loads of cum from his stiff cock at the likes of your heaving chest.

Though once again—he was stuck having to hibernate his plans. The next few days consisted of having minuscule transactions worked out with Satoru, in part of an additional operation that would amount to massive money gains. And while cash rain down over his face every hour of his exceedingly long days, he wanted something more. He found himself letting down his guard to welcome his selfishness and sickly cravings. The festivities presented by green printed papers could buy everything, but it wouldn’t buy you. Suguru wanted what the blessings of your sweet being had to offer. The idea of having you beneath him made his heart skip a beat—but he believed you’d engulf his entire soul in more ways than one. With one of those ways being, perhaps a family. He swiped the notion away in the blink of an eye, finding it rather exhausting to expect such a grand outcome, especially with the dirtied path his life had gone down. But, it wouldn’t hurt him to try would it? Wifing up a pretty little thing like you, coming home to spend every waking second basking in your presence, and every darkening hour pumping you full of his seed until you bared a few kids for him. He chuckled unnervingly at the thought of having a beautiful wife swollen with his child. You were the perfect candidate. He just needed to convince your dulcet self that he could be everything you’ve ever wanted.

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✧.* CHAPTER 3 || The Art of Seduction

[ { SYPNOSIS } ] ➤ A tale in which Gojo Satoru blackmails you into seducing a list of people to clear his debt. Sounds easy enough, right?

[ { CHAPTER CONTENT } ] ➤ language, a bit of smut, & sexual tension.

[ { WORD COUNT } ] ➤ 5.1k

[ { PAIRINGS } ] ➤ jjk men x f!reader. gojo x f!reader. geto x f!reader. toji x f!reader. choso x f!reader. sukuna x f!reader. nanami x f!reader.

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——"SO WHERE CAN I FIND HIM?" You ask Gojo after a few minutes of continued conversation.

Gojo's now in his sweatpants lying across your bed. He was serious about not going back to Shoko at all and he earned a lovely text from her after he told her he wasn't returning. You managed to sneak a peak a few minutes ago and based on the large paragraph you saw, Shoko definitely cursed Gojo out for ditching her.

"Where can you find him?" Gojo scoffs, his gaze set on your bedroom ceiling. "Sweetheart, what kinda question is that?"

You're glaring at him while you sit beside him, "Uh, a good one? All you did was give me a name and a picture, what the hell am I supposed to do with that?"

Gojo chuckles, finding your constant annoyance with him nothing short of amusing. "There's something called the internet. A name and a picture are all you need nowadays. Geto Suguru, that's his full name."

"Oh come on, this is all a get?" You say with a tired huff. For a second you're disappointed but before you let your frustrations get to you, you lean toward Gojo and give him an innocent little smile. "Can't you give me a little more than that, like where I can find him in real life and not online like some stalker...?" You ask.

Blue irises shoot over to your nearing frame. His gaze dampens with understanding as he eyes you, "Mmmh... How about I give you his Instagram?" Gojo says almost teasingly.

You shift onto your side a bit, holding up your body with your elbow before inching even closer to him. So close that your breasts press up against his arm. Then, you reach your other arm over and place a hand on his chest, tracing small little shapes on his skin.

Your eyes are almost begging him for more, "Can I get more than that? Please?" You ask, your voice nearly a whine.

Damn the way you make his body twitch because of your pleas. Gojo nibbles on his lower lip and he smirks a bit, "Why should I give you more than that? I'm already paying you to seduce him. Never said I'd help you find him."

You bite back the groan that tries to escape you. Gojo is infuriating but you shove your negative thoughts on him down as you push your body up and suddenly toss a leg over him, straddling him. You take a seat right over his crotch and earn an immediate deep groan from Gojo.

You're only wearing his t-shirt so sitting on top of him leaves one layer of clothing between your bodies. Gojo struggles to control himself with the feeling of your bare warm cunt sitting just above his cock, his sweatpants the only thing in between you two.

A hand is pressed into his abdomen as you lean forward a little, "Satoru," You purr, your tone making his breath hitch ever so slightly. "Just a little more, please?" You utter softly.

He opens his mouth but his response falls off his tongue when you shift your hips and rub over his clothed length. Gojo sighs and turns his head away from you, "Damn you..." He curses, annoyed by the sensual effect you have on him.

You rub yourself in a backward motion while leaning your torso forward to him. "Is that a yes?" You hum.

Gojo rolls his eyes and slowly swivels his head back in your direction, "No." He replies coldly.

You pout and tip your head to the side, rolling your hips over his crotch as if that's supposed to help you convince him. Even though the two of you just had sex and you're a bit too tired to go another round, clearly the only language Gojo understands is one spoken through sensuality.

Another hand slips over his bare chest and you gently press your fingers into his firm abs, his skin tense to your every touch. Your body leans forward some more and you arch your back a little, furthering the friction of your crotch over his.

"Please?" You whisper in the best tone you can to convince him.

Gojo grunts and his head threatens to turn from you again until you move your hand from his abdomen to his chin and pull him back. He doesn't know what kind of effect or hold you have on him but fuck is it working.

"Fuck, alright, alright..." Gojo grumbles, "What do you want? His class schedule?"

You grin, "That and maybe somewhere he usually hangs out. Y'know, so I can approach him in a normal setting and not like some creepy whore..."

The male below you chuckles, "Right. Well uh, Suguru usually-"

"Or," You cut off, rolling your hips over him again. "You can just introduce me to him yourself..."

Gojo takes in a crisp breath of air before moving his hands over your thighs. He tries to hide it but you can clearly tell he's struggling to control himself. It'd be a lie to say the man wasn't having thoughts of you bouncing on his cock right now. He swallows hard and you feel his fingertips press into your skin firmly.

A sudden smile spreads across his face and his eyes drop down to your waist, "Suguru's gonna have a fuckin' field day with you..." Gojo says with a slight scoff. "Y'know what, sure. I'll introduce you to him."

You flash a big thankful smile, "Really?"

"Mhm," Gojo hums deeply, his hands sliding up to your hips.

"Thank you," You say before another thought crosses your mind. "Oh, can you also tell me what kinda things he likes?"

Gojo's eyes are no longer on your face, most of his attention has gone to the way you look and feel on top of him. The hands he has on your hips slip under the shirt you're wearing and his soft skin presses into you.

"What kind of things he likes? Listen, I'm not just gonna sit here and tell you every-" Gojo is cut off by you grinding over him again and you watch him let out a hefty sum of air, almost as if he panted. "Fuck, stop moving so much..." He whispers.

You arch a brow, "Hm? What was that?" You respond playfully even though you hear him clearly.

The look in his eyes is serious, "Stop. Moving." He commands.

"I'm just trying to get comfortable..." You mumble innocently before wiggling into his crotch a little.

Gojo brushes off your comment with another eye roll. "What uh, what'd you want me to tell you again? Things Suguru likes?" He diverts.

A little grin takes over your features as you notice Gojo's being more obedient now. "Mhm, like maybe what kinda clothes or things in a woman he looks for?"

Gojo lifts his hips up a little, pressing himself into you and earning a jolt of tension to scurry up your spine. You ignored his length growing hard before due to your other movements but because he lifts into you, you can't exactly ignore the bulge you feel below you.

"He likes tight clothes on women if I remember correctly. And uh-," You rotate your hips around in a slow circle, and Gojo nearly moans mid-sentence. "Jesus, uhm... Fuck, what the hell was I saying again?"

The way you effectively distract him is amusing, it's what leads you to keep teasing him the way you are. "You were... telling me the things Geto likes. C'mon Satoru, focus." You utter sweetly.

His eyes glide up along your body until he settles on your face. "I don't need to tell you anything else, he'll like you. Trust me." He assures you.

Good enough. Seems like you're not half bad at seducing men. Maybe the problem was you going to find the right ones all along...

However, Gojo is a special case since he claims to have already had the hots for you from months ago. And since he says Geto will like you, you'll take his word for it.

With that, you lean back and relax on top of him. Gojo's eyes are a bit hazy in lust and the lack of friction over his erection is slowly driving him insane. You flinch when you hear the man call your name out in a tone filled with pure desperation, almost high-pitched with a fore-throbbing whine.

"Enough about Suguru," Gojo breathes out, "Finish what you started pretty girl." He requests.

You feign cluelessness, "I didn't start anything though?" You hum, chuckling a little.

That frosty gaze of his is stirring chills to slide down your spine. "Alright," He scoffs, "Slide back a bit then."

You stare for a second before moving, purposefully rolling over him as you move backward. Once you're no longer sitting on his crotch, you watch as Gojo shamelessly moves his hand down to palm himself.

Your lashes flutter in disbelief when he makes direct eye contact with you and pulls his cock out of his sweats. Damn the way your eyes shoot down instantly, your gaze met with an embarrassing leak of precum glazing over his tip.

His hand travels down his throbbing length, moving to relieve himself right in front of you. "Are you..." You blink to see if the sight of Goio stroking his length will disappear. It doesn't. "Are you jerking off? Right in front of me??" You huff.

Gojo smirks and his grip on himself grows tighter, "Fuck... No, I'm not agh-, jerking off in front of you. I'm jerking off to you." He corrects with a slight groan.

"Pervert..." You whisper loosely as your eyes remained glued to his cock.

That was just inside you? It's so... long. You're almost mesmerized by his hand movements, watching Gojo pull up and swirl his thumb over his tip with a very quiet whine he hopes you don't hear (you do).

His pulls only become quicker the more you stare and it doesn't take much for him to come close to an orgasm, especially with the way he sees your mouth watering.

Gojo moans your name out and you look up to his face. "Y'see what you do to me?" He pants, "F-Fuck, do me a favor..."

You think you get butterflies in reaction to his words. Again, perhaps you really are good at seducing men. "What is it Satoru?" You ask softly.

"Spit on it f'me," He huffs, "Please?"

Water is already being welled up in your mouth and you don't even hesitate to lower yourself to him slightly, spitting on his flushed tip just as he requested. Gojo's strokes become faster and he's panting and trying his best not to moan or whine.

His efforts fly out the window when you go further and push your tongue to his tip, just to get the slightest taste. Gojo lets out the filthiest moan when you wrap your lips around him and slip your tongue through the slit of his cock.

"Shit-," He chokes and his eyes almost roll back despite you hardly doing anything. "W-Wait I'm-," Again, Gojo is unable to speak and you're surprised when you pull your mouth off of him and he cums right then and there.

Right on your face too. You closed your eyes fast enough but Gojo didn't fail to get his seed on your tongue, lips, some on your nose, and even a bit all the way up above your eyebrow. The effect you have on the poor man is truly embarrassing.

Carefully, you open your eyes and blink a few times as you render the fact that he just came on your face.

Meanwhile, Gojo is dazed. He wants to take a picture so bad-- your pretty face decorated in his cum. It does something to him. He knows you'd never let him though, he's already got a video of you playing with yourself but this is just...

Well, it's worse but that's not why he wants a picture. Gojo wants to have this image of you so that he can go back to it later and so that he'll never be able to forget the scene of you decorated in his cum. "Fuck, I'm..." Gojo lets out a breathy laugh, "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to uh..."

"Cum on my face?" You say slightly annoyed. A warning would've been nice, even though he couldn't get it out in time.

You raise a hand to wipe it off. "W-Wait," Gojo calls, causing you to pause. He beckons you to him with two fingers and you raise a brow.

Hesitantly, you crawl over him and toward his face until you're hovering over him. Gojo sits up slightly and you just knew he was about to lick his remnants off your face with how close he got to you. He doesn't though, thankfully.

Instead, Gojo moves to wipe his cum off your face with his hand as if he didn't want you to touch it. His thumb is gentle against your face and the two of you lock eyes as he cleans you.

When he's done, his thumb covered in his white fluids, his gaze drops down to your lips. Gojo smirks and forces your mouth open, wiping the fluids from his thumb onto your tongue. Your eyes widen but you don't fight with him.

"Swallow it for me?" He asks gently. Your stomach churns and you do just that, going as far as to suck on his thumb a little while you swallow down his seed. Gojo smiles proudly and whispers a soft and quiet, "That's my girl."

You try not to get too distracted but there is an emotion that swells in your heart. You ignore it for now but it's still there. "Satoru," You murmur.

"Hm?" He hums in response.

Your mind is thankfully back on the point of the entire interaction, "My money." You remind him.

Gojo chuckles and reaches a hand into the pocket of his sweatpants, pulling out his wallet. Two thousand dollars in straight cash is pulled out of his wallet and he slips it into your hand.

He just walks around with this much money on him?? You wonder to yourself.

"First person on the list complete," Gojo hums. "But," He tilts his head and leans close to your expression, "You can always call me for more."

With a slick smile, you tip your head close to his and give him a little peck, "I know."

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆ .　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

As for your second target, Geto Suguru, meeting him was... an event.

If you thought that you were nervous when Gojo threatened to expose your video to the school, Geto made you utterly speechless. The breath was stripped right from your throat with how direct and clear he was with how he viewed you and what he wanted.

Gojo is silly with his flirting but Geto? That man is blunt with it. So blunt that you understand why Gojo said he's considered a 'medium' level difficulty.

It was late into the afternoon when Gojo called you over to his apartment. You slipped yourself into a simple yet pretty short black dress that accentuated your body shape.

This was to fit the image of women that Gojo told you Geto was attracted to of course but, you couldn't deny the way the dress lured attention from quite a few people as you made your way to Gojo's place. And it was no help when Gojo opened his front door and his eyes instantly shot down to your body.

"Damn," Is the first thing Gojo utters at the sight of you.

It's been about three days since this whole thing started and today was the day you were set to try seducing Geto. Your blackmailer informed you that the other guys on the list weren't going to be as easy since he won't introduce you to them and it may even take days or weeks to seduce some of them.

That bothered you a bit but hey, at least you have something outside of school to work on-- and you're getting paid.

Like always, your head is tipped back so that you can look up at the tall man wearing that annoying smirk of his. "Hi Gojo," You greet.

The male pouts, "What happened to calling me Satoruuu?"

Since you slept with him, you haven't seen him much so you assumed that calling him by his first name was just a one-time thing. Turns out you were wrong, "Oh, I just thought..."

"C'mon sweetheart, we're friends now aren't we?" Gojo asks.

You fold your arms under your chest and Gojo's vision focuses on your tits instantly. "Are we?" You ask in return.

His blue eyes narrow a bit as he stares, "Mhmm... Yeah," Gojo murmurs, clearly dazed for a second. You didn't know it but he was already having flashbacks of you and him a few days ago-- the way he had you laid out, moaning for him, scratching at his back, and eventually face covered in his-

"Alright then Satoru," You call, breaking him from his thoughts. "Since we're 'friends', you'll let me inside now right?"

Gojo shakes his head a little to part from his mind, "You should let me inside you again," He teases.

Heat rushes to your face and your eyes widen as you glance around the hallway to make sure no one else is there to witness or hear his foolishness. Seeing no one, you turn back to Gojo with a glare.

"I take it back, we're not friends." You say curtly.

Gojo moves a hand to his chest, pretending to be hurt, "Aw, that's hurtful... You're really gonna play hard to get now?" He questions.

Your firm gaze doesn't waver. "Can you just let me inside already?"

He chuckles and moves his body to the side so that you can walk past him. Once you do, Gojo's eyes drop to your ass and he smiles ridiculously hard. "Y'know, I don't mind if you decide to be like that," Gojo tells you.

His words confuse you so you end up turning around to him as he closes his front door. "Be like what?" You ask.

"Hard to get. Doesn't make me any less interested in you," Gojo admits.

Clearly, despite the blackmailing and the whole whoring you out to people he knows, Gojo has some kind of genuine attraction to, interest in, or even crush on you.

With a scoff, you focus yourself on why you're at his place right now, "I'm not concerned with your interests right now Satoru."

He smirks, "Oh?"

"Yeah, I'm interested in Geto's interests as of right now." You tell him confidently.

Gojo nods his head slowly, his eyes flickering behind you for just a moment. "That so?" He hums.

"Yeah..."

"Why's that again?" Gojo suddenly asks.

You blink, "You know why."

Gojo meets your gaze for a second before looking somewhere behind you again, this time his brows furrow a little. "Do I...?" He asks softly.

You turn your head behind you to see what he kept looking at but you're met with an empty hall that leads to other parts of Gojo's apartment.

Turning back to Gojo, you nod, "Yeah, you do. Hell, the only reason I'm here right now is for Geto."

Something inside Gojo pangs at your words but he pushes this feeling off. His mouth opens to respond with something witty but he's cut off.

"Is that so?" Another voice chimes in, the sound coming from your left and Gojo's right.

Both of you turn your head in that direction and your eyes go wide as Gojo's lips move to a smile.

Any words you had fallen off your tongue as you met eyes with Geto Suguru. Half of his raven locks of hair are pulled back into a bun and the remaining flows down his back, ending somewhere in the middle. He's got his fingers curled around a glass of water and his eyes won't leave yours.

Even with the distance between the two of you, you can tell he's tall, probably somewhere around Gojo's height if not the same. Geto seemed to have been lounging around based on the black sweater and sweatpants he's got on.

You've gone awfully quiet since he's said something and you stiffen up where you stand as Geto raises the glass of water to his face and takes a sip, eyes gliding down along your body.

Fuck, he's even sexier in person. You thought to yourself.

"Satoru," Geto calls out, his voice filled with so much affection that even you felt weird hearing it.

If your name had ever been called in such a way you'd melt right then and there. His voice is so sweet, sweet like honey as he calls Gojo's name. Hell, your head turns to the white-haired man to see if he even hears the way his friend calls for him.

Of course, Gojo seems to be used to it. "Hm?" He hums.

"Who's the angel you brought with you?" Geto asks, his eyes still on you but words directed to his friend.

Gojo steps toward you and tosses an arm over your shoulder, "Just a friend of mine." He says simply.

"Do I owe this friend of yours something?" Geto asks in response.

"Not that I know of, no."

"Then why's she 'here for me'?" He questions further.

Gojo's brows raise and he looks down at you, "Well sweetheart? I'm sure you can answer that better than I can."

Great. Gojo did that on purpose. He's putting you on the spot as if he doesn't only have you here to seduce the male standing in the kitchen. You shoot Gojo a quick glare and then look back to Geto, whose eyes are filled with curiosity.

"Uh, w-well," Damnit, Geto's intense eye contact has you stuttering and Gojo's arm over your shoulder, and closeness doesn't help you much. "Satoru promised to introduce me to you..." You murmur.

Gojo sighs at the fact that you threw the spotlight back onto him but luckily, Geto's not interested in talking to Gojo more than he already does. "Yeah?" Geto hums to you.

Your head nods slightly.

"And what's so special about meeting me? Again, do I owe you something...?" He asks, tilting his head slightly and giving you a warm little smile.

Your heart races as you try to come up with a response. Geto's smile is charming, but there's an air of mystery surrounding him that leaves you uneasy and nervous. You take a deep breath and gather your thoughts before speaking.

"No, you don't owe me anything," You reply, trying your best to sound confident. "I just uh..." Shit, what are you supposed to say? You wanted to meet him so you could fuck him for some stupid game Gojo has you playing?

Geto has his head still tilted but he straightens up and sets his glass of water off to the side. His hands go to his pockets casually and he moves to stand near the end of the counter.

One hand rises from his pocket and he beckons you closer with two fingers, "C'mere," Geto calls.

Gojo suddenly removes his arm from your shoulder, "I'll let you two chat," He hums playfully as he walks past you and heads down the hallway.

Your eyes go wide and your heart sinks, "W-Wait don't just leave me-," You sigh frustratedly while Gojo ignores you and dips off around a corner.

Slowly, your sights return to Geto who's still waiting for you to come to him.

"C'mon, I don't bite," He taunts, "Well, unless you want me to-"

"N-No." You squeak. "I just, I'm fine right here. Why do you need me so close?"

"Sorry gorgeous but, I can't hear you too well from all the way over there." He says, this time sending you a friendly smile.

You're hesitant but, you end up walking toward him. He's standing right by the edge of the kitchen counter so you approach the side closest to him. You're close enough to smell the cologne radiating off his body but not close to the point where you're uncomfortable or anything.

"There she is," Geto purrs as you come to a stop. He then extends a hand out for you to shake, "See? I'm not so scary up close am I?"

Scary? No. Ridiculously attractive? Yes. "No, I guess not..." You respond in a soft tone while taking his hand and shaking it.

Geto holds your hand firmly, running his thumb over the surface of your skin. "Now tell me, why'd you wanna meet me again?" He asks, his voice low and captivating.

"Uhm..." You swallow hard. Staring directly into his eyes wasn't easy and you swear your hand was growing all sweaty.

He weighs in closer to you, his face nearing yours a little, "Uhmm...?" Geto mocks, clearly teasing you in a similar way to Gojo.

You blink, "Sorry, you're just..." Don't say it. Don't say it. Do not say-, "Really hot." You blurt out.

He freezes and you feel as though you could die. Then, Geto starts laughing at you, flashing the prettiest smile you think you've ever seen from a man. "Think so?" He utters in the middle of his laughter.

Just go with it. At least you were getting somewhere, "Yeah uh, it's distracting." You continue.

Geto's laughter dies down and he suddenly shifts your hand, tugging it close to his face and moving to kiss over your knuckles. "How do you think you're making me feel?" He says smoothly as he stares into your eyes.

Your knees threaten to go weak. "H-Huh?"

"I mean," Geto lifts away from your hand and tilts his head over to bluntly look at your body, "Coming into my apartment, asking for me, wearing that..." He lists before glancing at your face again, "Looking like that..."

"Like what?" You ask.

He smirks, "My type."

A surge of mixed emotions flush into your face. He's got you flustered already. You're nervous and all hot, "Are you flirting with me right now?" You say with the falsest confidence you could muster.

"I am," Geto hums.

That's great and all but how are you supposed to convince him to fuck you...? Damn Gojo and this dumb ass game of his. You sigh and try your best to have your way with the man before you. Getting to know him isn't important. All that matters is that you sleep with him.

You're lucky there's no time limit on this but still, you want to just get it all over with. Purposefully pushing your chest out further as you straighten up your standing posture, you flash Geto a nice smile.

"Cute." You say slyly.

His brows furrow and he restrains from looking down at your tits. "Cute? You think my flirting is cute?" Geto chuckles.

You nod your head, "Yup."

"You pretending to be confident is what's cute," Geto argues back, having been caught on to your false confidence.

Your body tenses and you think your heart sinks a little. So much for being confident. The man sees right through you. "I wasn't pretending..." You deny.

Geto chuckles, "Sure you weren't. What's your name gorgeous?"

First Gojo with sweetheart and now Geto with gorgeous... Are you ever going to escape these nicknames? Probably not.

You give the man your name and his smile widens.

"That's pretty." He compliments, his words forcing a smile onto your face. "And please, just call me Suguru."

"Are you sure...?" You ask hesitantly.

He nods, "Why wouldn't I wanna hear my name coming from that pretty little mouth of yours?"

You freeze. He's so bold... almost too bold. Maybe he knows. Maybe Gojo told him the whole thing and he knows exactly why you're here.

"Now," Geto begins, breaking you from your thoughts, "You never really answered my question about why you wanted to meet me."

Shit. You still don't have a cover-up for that. You don't know anything about him so how are you supposed to explain why you wanted to meet him? If you knew where he works or what he does for a living maybe you could use that but Gojo didn't give you that much information.

You definitely should've asked Gojo more questions. You sigh and give the shittiest but only excuse you could come up with, "I saw you the other day and mentioned you to Satoru, he said he knew you and could introduce me to you so... here I am."

Geto stares, his eye contact making you nervous as always. "Right... So now that you're here... Tell me, what is it that you want from me?"

You chew on your lower lip. Again, how do you respond to this?

Before you come up with something, Geto suddenly leans down closer to you. "Is there something I can do for you gorgeous?" He murmurs in an almost seductive tone, clearly hinting at something.

Yes. He could bend you over the kitchen counter and have his way with you so that you can get him checked off that stupid ass list... But of course, you're not gonna say all of that out loud.

"Uhm, n-no?" You utter.

Your breath sinks into your throat as he nears you some more, his face stopping a few inches away from your own. "You sound unsure." Geto teases. He then places his hand over your own and gives you a gentle smile, "You wanted to see me for a reason so, just tell me."

"I'm interested in you." You end up blurting out.

His eyes widen, "Yeah?" Geto smiles, still remaining close to you, "Interested in me how?"

Sexually. But you don't say that.

Instead, your eyes drop down to his lips, and damn the way Geto notices it too. You're screwed, so screwed. He definitely knows you came over to seduce him. There's no way he doesn't.

With what little confidence you have, you decide to just say 'fuck it' and go for it. "I think you know how." You say with a different tune to your voice.

Your words prompt a quirk on his lips, "Maybe," Geto replies, furthering your suspicions of Gojo telling him everything. "But damn, at least take me on a date first..." He says playfully.

And there's your confirmation. He definitely knows why you're here.

"Well, when are you free?" You respond. Knowing that he's already aware of your intentions only makes this whole thing easier for you.

Geto flashes a smile, "Wow, you actually wanna take me on a date? Alright then, I'm free tomorrow night if you are."

Of course you are, tomorrow's a Sunday and you barely even have friends as it is.

"Yeah, I'm free..." You hum.

He nods and the two of you soon exchange numbers.

A little more small talk occurs between you two but ultimately, your plan to seduce Geto and get him to sleep with you has officially begun...

GOJO SATORU ✔︎

GETO SUGURU ☐

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