#Geto couldn’t even do the homework

[bestcadaverinthejujutsumorgue]

imagining a world where geto managed to pull off his cataclysmic new-world-birthed-through-fire type plans—only to have the vague collection of curse users he has managed to convince instantly revolt under him because guess what? plague and famine and the collapse of civilization sucks for everyone and cursed energy means jack in a starvation situation. it’s called cursed energy for a reason, it’s only good for hurting people. you can’t evil energy beam your way into healthy crops when you’ve killed off all the agricultural technicians! japan’s food supply is reliant on global supply chains, and do you know what flounders first under pressure? his baby girls are crepeless and they hate the internet collapsing. none of his evil wizards in his glorious curseless world want to go to trade school or get an engineering degree.

[temozarela]

-> miss you already

GETO X READER MDNI, smut, slow burn, fluff, angst, soft geto, comfort, mutual pining

geto finds you after his defection to say goodbye

WORD COUNT: 4.5k

inspiration (@ayyy-pee)

part 2

ao3 version

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The beginnings of dusk settled over the mountains, soft lavender clouds blushing as the amber sun settled behind them. You were settled at your desk, pen loose in your grip as you stared out of your window. The breeze was cool on your cheeks and you knew that it was probably time to pull the windows closed since the remnants of Summer were scarce, only obvious through the very last of the green leaves, of which were tinged red at the very tips. You could see the main courtyard of Jujutsu Tech from your room, meaning that you often knew who was present and where they were. Previously that day, you had watched Geto leave at 7am, then Nanami at 2pm, and Shoko and Gojo- presumably to the bar- at 5pm. You didn’t get offended about the lack of invite, after all, you often said no these days. Since Geto didn’t choose to go out much, you often chose to stay back with him instead. It was nicer than the sweaty noisiness of the bar Shoko liked. It was her special discovery in second year- a bar that didn’t ask for ID. The others quickly adopted it too, and despite them now being of age, they never grew out of it. You guessed they were emotionally attached to it now, despite the poor quality of the drinks. Geto and you often read together on those quieter nights, or you watched shitty horror movies. You had a tendency to be shyer around bigger groups, so being able to have time alone with Geto was nice, and you felt a lot closer to him because of it. You weren’t an idiot though, you knew he got a lot of female attention. It wasn’t uncommon for you to get glared at when you went out together, and there were occasions where girls had come up to you for permission to ask him out. Truthfully, these girls were often stunning, and part of you even resented Geto for being the one who got their attention, especially since he always politely apologised with a bow- or on his lazier days, he gave them Gojo’s number instead. What a waste.

You had been expecting Geto back at 4pm, but you hadn’t seen him come back yet. In an act of desperate boredom, you’d even checked his room, the training areas, the vending machines, and even the classrooms. Nope. No Geto in sight. It was a shame that he wasn’t there for a ‘just us two’ evening, but that concern was long gone by 6pm. Where was he? You had tried texting and calling him. No response. You had even texted Gojo about whether he’d contacted them.

Nah but u sure he isn’t stuck in the toilet or smth? xoxo

And Shoko.

nope.

not since tues soz

So there you were, sat at your desk, anxiously watching the school entrance. For a second, you had wondered about reporting him missing, however you shook it off. What could the police do that a special grade sorcerer couldn’t?

By the time it was dark, your back ached and you hadn’t made any progress on your homework for at least 3 hours. 9pm. Something was definitely wrong. You tried not to fret, you had noticed how tired he’d been lately- maybe he had chosen to stay in the city for a while to get his mind off things. You groaned, burying your head in your arms. You really missed him, and the worst part was that you were the only one.

See, Shoko and Gojo had the mindset of ‘if it was something he couldn’t handle, it’d be all over the news’, and you were more sensitive than them- you knew that- but it hadn’t stopped you from turning the news on anyway, letting it drone on in the background. Just in case. However, after a while, the hours of constant murmuring about war, murders, a girl being kidnapped, and heavy rain forecast for the next few days wasn’t doing much for your emotional state, so now you finally reached for the remote, turning it off, and by consequence, plunging yourself into deafening silence.

It was late and you were still in your uniform, you noted. You were tired too.

With a hefty sigh, you collapsed onto your bed, staring at your ceiling. The wind whispered, lowly outside, causing goosebumps to rise on your arms. You idly chided yourself for forgetting to close the window, but you couldn’t find the energy to do anything about it.

Finally, after a few deep breaths, you found solace in sleep.

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You narrowed your eyebrows as you felt your body being jolted, large hands gripping your face, and then your shoulders. Groaning softly, you turned in your sleep, trying to make sense of the voice fading in and out of your brain. It didn’t sound like it was from your dream… It was hushed… low… soft…

It sounded like your name.

Cold hands touched your face again, turning your head. In response, your eyelashes fluttered open. You were surprised, in your groggy state, that you couldn’t see your room. Was something blocking your view? Then, regretfully, you noted that your uniform was sticking to your skin, and that you never did change.

Also, it was freezing.

“Hey.”

You jumped.

“What the fuck.” You croaked, squinting upwards. “Geto?”

“Yeah-”

“Finally.”

“Look-”

“You fucking stink.”

“Ok, just-”

“No seriously, it’s rancid. Hang on, let me get the light…” You mumbled, blinking sleepily.

“Wait, first I should tell you-” Your numb fingers found the light switch, and you flicked it on.

“Ok, ok,” You paused, eyes widening as his figure was illuminated, and suddenly you were very awake. “What the fuck.”

Geto was dripping with blood. His face, his shirt, his trousers- drenched. You studied his face, head cocked. He thinned his lips, looking… mildly unimpressed.

“As I was trying to say,” He started, “I’m leaving.”

“You… just got here.” You muttered, squinting at him.

“No, I-” Geto sighed, running his dirtied fingers through his loose hair, “I’m leaving Jujutsu Tech.”

“Why?”

“I want to create a world of only Jujutsu sorcerers.” He swallowed, hands clenched by his sides. You stilled, mind buzzing.

“How…” You rubbed your temples, looking around, “How… did you get in here?”

Geto stared at you, dubiously. “That’s what you want to ask?”

You nodded. “I have other questions too, but I lock my door at night and now I have safety concerns.”

“Your window was open.”

“Oh yeah.” You mumbled, running a hand over your face. “Fuck.”

“I’m tired of the higher-ups avoiding the root of the problem, so I’m leaving.” Geto continued, carefully.

“Oh.” You said, struggling to find words. “Right now?”

Geto looked at you strangely, then nodded.

“Do the others know?”

Geto shook his head.

You stared at him for a second, eyebrows furrowed, a pensive frown fixed on your face.

“Holy shit!” You sat up, eyes wide with realisation. “Whose blood is that?” You raised your voice, gesturing at his shirt. You were so used to seeing gore as a sorcerer, it hadn’t even occurred to you that the blood on his clothes was anything strange at all.

“Don’t be so loud.” Geto hissed, “It’s just from some non-sorcerers.”

With a raise of your eyebrows, you scrutinised him, “Just some non-sorcerers’?” You scoffed. “Just? How many?”

He swallowed, “112.”

You blinked at him.

“Just… 112… innocent people?” You replied, slowly.

Geto breathed, deeply, “I had to.”

“What would’ve happened if you didn’t?” Your voice climbed as you gestured frantically.

“I wouldn’t have solidified my resolve.” Geto’s shoulders tensed.

You almost wanted to laugh.

“It’s always you and your fucking resolve, isn’t it?” You muttered, dryly. Geto watched you, uncomfortably, his arms hanging uselessly by his sides. A heavy silence hung in the air like a toppled vase, microseconds away from shattering on the floor.

You sighed heavily, crossing your legs, “So… what now?”

“Come with me.”

“Excuse me?”

Geto crouched to your level, hands reaching for yours, “I don’t care if you hate what I do, just come with me.”

You froze, fingers twitching between his clammy hands.

“You’ll have a home, an allowance, I’ll try to give you the best life possible. I don’t want to leave you here to work 50 hours a week and then to die at 26.”

He had a point.

It was a good offer.

Your eyes darted between Geto’s dark ones. “Why me? Shouldn’t you take Gojo?”

“I couldn’t, even if I wanted to.” Geto squeezed your hands tightly. “Satoru enjoys it- fighting with the higher ups and spending his free time exorcising curses. It’s who he is. It’s not who you are, though.”

“It’s not.” You agreed, softly.

Geto moved to perch on your bed, but you swatted his shoulder, silently gesturing at his bloody clothing. He nodded, an amused glint in his eyes, as he moved to politely kneel on the floor. You climbed out of your bed to sit next to him, shivering slightly at the iciness of the wooden floorboards. Stretching your legs in front of you, you slowly exhaled.

At least he was safe, right?

To be honest, you still didn’t really know what to think of it. It’s not something you had even thought to prepare yourself for. You’d miss him if he left, you knew that. He knew that you didn’t enjoy being a sorcerer, and you were a little pissed that he had used it against you, but he wasn’t wrong. Being a curse user with him didn’t sound half bad, either. It wasn’t an easy decision to make though and he had to understand that.

“We need to get you out of those clothes.” You murmured.

Geto looked at you, “Do you even have anything I can change into?”

You shook your head, “I can stop by your room, I’ll get a bath running.”

“We can’t.” He replied, “I don’t want to be seen.”

“It’s 2am, Geto.” You said shortly after sparing a glance at your clock, “We’ll be fine.”

Geto looked hesitant as you stood up, offering him a hand.

The walk to the bathroom was silent as you snuck past the dorms. Gojo and Shoko were long asleep, so being caught wasn’t too much of a concern. After retrieving a few bits from Geto’s room, you crept into the bathroom, locking the door behind you. The tiles were cold under your bare feet, but you paid it no mind as you turned the bath tap on, waiting for the water to run hot. Behind you, Geto changed out of his ruined uniform, and you willed yourself not to look. Silence settled over the two of you again, but you knew this time it was because you were deep in thought. Once the tub was full, you turned the tap off, stepping back to allow Geto to climb in. He thanked you softly before stepping in, but your eyes were fixed on the floor as your cheeks heated. When you looked up again, you saw that he was mostly submerged by the water, the ends of his inky hair soaked and curling as it floated in the crystalline water. He watched you expectantly, his gaze sweet and warm, like honey, as you rolled your sleeves up.

Carefully, you poured some of the water over his hair using a cup. You then reached for the shampoo. After pouring a dollop onto your palms, you massaged it onto his scalp. He leaned back, sighing softly as you washed his hair, fingernails gently scratching his skull.

“Where are you going next?” You started, continuing to wash his hair.

Geto hummed pensively, “Who knows… Where do you want to go?”

Your hands froze in place. “I never said I’d go.”

“Right,” Geto said, “but you will, won’t you?”

“No.” You replied, defensively.

“No?” He sounded amused.

“Nope.”

“In that case, maybe I’ll go abroad…”

You swallowed, “How far?”

“Maybe somewhere pretty like Croatia.”

“…That’s far.”

“It is.” Geto agreed.

“Can I convince you to stay?”

“Nope.”

“Ok.” You frowned, resuming the movement of your fingers in his hair. After a moment you stopped again, “What if I promised to join you later?”

Geto sat up.

“I have too many loose ends,” You added, “I don’t want to regret this.”

“How long?”

You exhaled, slowly, “Maybe a year or two?”

Geto looked at you over his shoulder, his stare dark, “That’s long.”

“Well,” Meeting his gaze, you raised an eyebrow, “I hope you’re willing to wait for me, then.”

“I am.” His response was quick, maybe even too quick as it took you off guard.

“Ok.” You nodded slowly, “That works.”

The rest of the bath was quiet, the two of you in contemplating the decisions being made. Only the lulling waves of the water, lapping against the white porcelain tub, alongside both of your soft breaths filled the otherwise silent room. Geto’s hair was silky as you ran your fingers through it. In the light of the bathroom, you noticed how the finer strands looked more chocolate than black, notes of hazel glittering amongst the glistening, dark locks. You squeezed the excess water out of his hair, then dried your hands on your trousers. Afterwards, you moved to stand in front of the bath so that you could see his face. He looked elegant. It seemed that he had either lost, or chosen not to wear his gauges as his gaping earlobes hung, empty. You realised then that you had never seen him without them before. It was different. Previously, you had brushed his hair away from his face, allowing you to see him without obstruction, and you thanked yourself for it now. His face was chiselled, everything about him seeming so sharp from his cheekbones, to his jawline. There seemed to be more colour behind his tanned skin, at least more than there used to be. The purple blotching under his brooding eyes was still there from months of exhaustion, but his facial expressions no longer held that lingering fatigue anymore. He looked healthier, happier even, than he had for a while. Geto’s thin eyebrows were raised as he stared at you, no doubt because you were staring at him. You couldn’t help it though, the way droplets tumbled down his broad shoulders was hypnotising and you almost wanted to condemn the water for concealing the rest of his body under a thick layer of bubbles.

“Are you done?” Geto drawled, sounding equal parts charmed and bored.

You cocked your head, furrowing your eyebrows, “No, not quite.” You muttered, absentmindedly.

He really was beautiful.

In that moment you understood every girl who had given you death glares for standing with him, and every girl who had boldly asked for his number. God knows, you’d be too scared to. You pitied that they were never able to see him like this. Every girl deserved this at least once, you thought, it was definitely more therapeutic than anything a psychiatrist could offer you.

Lethargically, you stretched your arms above your head, yawning. “Ok, yeah I’m done.”

For a second, it seemed that Geto was trying to glare at you, but starting with the slight twitch of his mouth, he broke into soft, flustered laughter.

“Fuck,” He ran a hand over his face. “You really are something, aren’t you?”

Suddenly unsure of how to respond, you looked at him, wide-eyed, your cheeks burning.

Geto smiled at you affectionately, “Just pass me my towel, please.”

You nodded, reaching for the white, fluffy towel you had left out for him. When Geto made a move to get out, you covered your eyes.

“I was meaning to ask,” His voice sounded somewhere behind you, “how come you’re still wearing your uniform?”

Oh yeah.

“I didn’t exactly intend to fall asleep like this, you know.” Your hand moved from your face to pull at the creased fabric, self-consciously. “I was kinda distracted yesterday.”

“Oh?” The rustling of Geto’s clothing paused. “How come?”

You scoffed, “Because you went missing? I had the news on and everything.”

“You did?” He cooed, teasingly, pulling a shirt over his head, judging from what you could hear.

“…Yes.” You scowled.

The way he said your name after that was far softer than you had ever heard it before. It made you feel warm in every nook and cranny of your body, like fire spreading from your cheeks, and flickering inwards to consume your beating heart. When you felt his hand land on your shoulder, you tensed, chewing on the inside of your cheek with anticipation.

“I’m sorry.” He said, voice low and smooth.

You turned to see him changed into a white t-shirt and grey joggers. “Really?”

Geto nodded, “I didn’t realise that you’d worry.”

“Of course I would.” You looked up at him, carefully studying his face.

“I know it’s selfish but… I’m glad you did.”

His confession made you smile warmly.

“Stay the night.” It wasn’t a question, you knew that he wouldn’t be able to find a hotel room at this time.

Geto shook his head, “You know I can’t, my room is directly next to Satoru’s. It’s too risky.”

You rolled your eyes, fondly, “Stay in mine, then. Shoko won’t wake up until 3 in the afternoon.”

He opened his mouth to protest.

“This is non-negotiable, by the way.” You added.

His mouth closed.

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By the time Geto had tucked himself into your bed, you had changed into pyjamas. It was cute seeing him snuggled next to your plushies, it just seemed so… right. You climbed in next to him, unable to close the gap between you, despite yourself. Admittedly, you had been expecting some kind of argument over who would take the bed and who would offer to sleep on the floor but end up taking the bed anyway, but much to your relief, Geto seemed too exhausted to care. You weren’t going to complain. For a while, you just watched each other, wordlessly, eyes half-lidded.

“Will you be gone when I wake up?”

You knew the answer, but you asked anyway.

Geto shifted under the covers, brushing his hand against yours. “Probably.”

“Shame.”

He watched you for a moment, moving his hand to cup your cheek. Like many times that night, you met his gentle gaze, leaning into his touch, gingerly.

“A year is a long time.” Geto murmured.

You agreed.

“It’s a long time to wait to do something I’ve been wanting to do for months.”

Fuck anything you had said before about being tired, you were wide awake.

“Excuse me?”

Geto smiled at you, lopsidedly, “Sorry if I read you wrong but… I like you. I really do.”

“And…” You swallowed.

“I want to say goodbye to you… properly.”

Fuck.

“I’d like that, Geto.” You whispered.

Before you knew it, he was on top of you, muscular thighs hugging your hips. You sat up, hands reaching to pull him down by his collar. When your lips crashed into his, you felt euphoric. As his warm lips moved against yours, your hands moved to his hips, slipping under his t-shirt to trace the ridges of his abs. You felt his muscles tense as you touched them, paired with a low ‘fuck’, whispered into your mouth. When Geto leaned back to peel his shirt off, you instantly missed his body, but the sight of his torso in full was… jaw-dropping. Without doubt, you knew that he was the kind of man that the Ancient Greeks erected temples for. Everything about him was beautiful, from the dusky areola which orbited his nipples, to the trail of hair below his navel. You swallowed, running your hands up his torso. In response, Geto leaned down, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

Next to go was your shirt, which ended up on your floor next to his. Geto’s hands were quick to cup your breasts, fingers brushing the sensitive nubs as he gently squeezed them. You whimpered, softly, looking up at his focused face.

“Please…” You arched your back, pushing your chest towards him. He swore under his breath before pushing you down so you were horizontal. In an act of fleeting tenderness, he brushed your hair from your face, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, before attacking your neck with bites and kisses. You gasped as his hands roamed downwards, grazing over your stomach before his fingers strayed under your waistband. He paused his work on your neck to look up at you, silently checking on you with a sweet smile. You nodded, slipping one of your hands into his damp hair as you guided his head back to your neck. Without hesitation, he started pressing open-mouthed kisses to your skin, no doubt leaving a myriad of marks. When his hand breached your pyjama bottoms, cupping your cunt with excruciating affection, your stomach erupted with butterflies.

“How- do you- want- me?” He asked you between kisses, nose buried in the crook of your neck.

You swore, hips uselessly pushing against his touch, “I’m really not picky.” You rushed, becoming more and more desperate for his touch.

Geto snorted, pressing a gentle kiss against the column of your throat, “That’s not very helpful, sweetheart.”

“Just- touch me!” You whined, impatiently, your grip on his hair tightening. As you tugged, Geto made a low noise at the back of his throat.

“Whore.” You laughed breathlessly as he playfully bit down on your neck, his fingers finally slipping between your folds.

Geto smirked into your neck and you could feel it. “I wouldn’t be getting so cocky, if I were you.” He warned, circling your clit with his fingertip.

“Do your worst.” You grinned, pulling his face back to yours to make out with him again. When you pulled his hair again, he moaned against your lips oh-so prettily, fuelling the burning lust inside of you. You were hyper-aware of every graze of his skin against you, somehow his fingers against you felt 10 times better than you own and it made you insatiable. You could feel the coil in your lower stomach begin to snap as Geto’s tongue fucked your mouth, shamelessly moaning against your tongue. You were so close, soso close…

Geto pulled away, watching you with a grin. “Sorry, sweetheart.” He kissed your cheek, apologetically, “I’m impatient, and I really fucking need you right now.”

Despite your initial frustration, his words set your heart alite as you whined. He grunted as he lifted his hips, enabling you to kick your pyjama bottoms off, hastily. When you spread your legs for him, he sat back, using his middle and index finger to spread your dripping folds.

“Fuck.” He breathed, pressing his thumb against your entrance, “You’re soaked.”

Your hips involuntarily jutted into his touch, desperately searching for more.

“Geto, please.” You begged, hands clenching your sheets. His eyes flickered up to yours, his gaze dark.

“Suguru.” He muttered, starting to palm himself through his joggers, “Please. Call me Suguru.”

In the moonlight, the outline of his cock looked more impressive than any Renaissance painting you’d ever seen. You needed him so badly it hurt.

“Fuck, Suguru…” You pressed your thighs together, needily, as you watched him pull his joggers down, his cock hard and heavy, springing to stand against his lower stomach.

He was big.

No fuck that, he was massive.

You knew you had never even tried anything that big in your life, but maybe it was the way his precum dribbled down his thick shaft, you didn’t feel nervous at all.

Geto leaned in to kiss you softly, uttering gentle praise as he pressed his leaking tip to your entrance. Your fingers found purchase around his neck, fingernails digging in at the ache of the intrusion.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” Geto groaned against your lips, “Fuck, you feel so good, so fucking wet for me…”

Once he was halfway in, he slowed to kiss your cheek. “Such a good fucking girl.”

Impatiently, you rocked your hips against him, making him slide in further. You moaned, gasping at the feeling of being so full.

Geto wasn’t faring so well either, letting low whines slip as he inched in a little more until his hips were flush with yours.

His eyes met yours desperately, “You ok?” He swallowed, watching you carefully as you adjusted.

“Mhm.” You uttered, weakly, “You can move.”

Geto nodded, cheeks flushed, as he experimentally fucked into you, the steady slapping of your skin speeding up as you begged him for more. With a groan, he buried his head in your neck, releasing soft pants and grunts against your bruised skin. You cried out, nails raking down his back as his pace bordered on lethal as he pounded into you, forcing your body up and down your bed.

“Mhmm, ‘Sugu!” You whined, arching your back as he pressed inside of you. Geto nipped your neck, hands securing your hips as he changed his angle, hitting that sweet spot inside of you that made you drool.

“Right there- right there- please-“

You wrapped your legs around his waist as he abused your cunt, the wetness soaking the insides of your thighs and no doubt Geto’s crotch as well.

“Right there?” He teased, but his voice was husky and it was clear he was approaching his peak from the way he grunted after. One of his hands moved from its position on your hips, instead pressing down on your lower stomach. You wailed, thrashing against him as the burning pressure in your lower stomach climbed. You were so close.

“Fuck, please- Suguru I need you-” You were cut off by Geto’s lips as his hand moved to where you needed it the most, his fingers rubbing your sensitive clit. His pace sped up as he chased his own orgasm, the heat of your core irresistible to him.

“Fuck.” Geto groaned, “Can I?”

Your thighs tightened around his waist against your will. “Fuck no.” You hissed between kisses.

“Shit.”

It was too good, you didn’t want him to pull out, and you knew sure as hell that he didn’t either. You couldn’t risk it though.

With a final pinch of your swollen clit, you came, legs shaking and fingers tugging at his hair as you cried out. Geto wasn’t far behind, swearing as he pulled out despite your legs trapping him in.

With a few final tugs of his length, he came on your stomach, panting as he watched his spend dripped down your thighs.

“Fuck.”

“…Yeah…”

You closed your eyes, basking in the sleepiness of the aftermath. Somewhere next to you, Geto moved, leaning over you before you felt soft fabric on your lower stomach, cleaning up his mess on your body and your own mess between your thighs.

“Thanks.” You muttered, sleepily.

When Geto finally lay down next to you, he pulled you into his arms, kissing your forehead tenderly.

“I’ll see you again one day.” He whispered against your skin.

“You will.” You murmured, ignoring the lump in your throat, “One day.”

Geto released a content hum which vibrated in his chest and throat.

“I miss you already.”

[just-jordie-things]

[part one] to build a home - gojo satoru

word count: 4.3k warnings: !!manga spoilers!! swearing, jjk-verse style fighting series summary: when (y/n) (y/l/n) catches wind that the notorious sorcerer killer, toji fushiguro, has children, she makes it her personal mission to find them.  the catch being she couldn't tell a soul about them- the risk of the zen'in clan learning about them was too great.  keeping the secret isn't the hard part, it's lying to her friends, shoko ieiri, geto suguru, and of course gojo satoru, that she struggles with. especially when satoru has suddenly become so keen on keeping an eye on her lately.

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[part one] : "Cigarettes And Other Things That Kill You" ___

Toji Fushiguro had children.

(y/n) tapped her fingers on her thigh in a steady motion, staring out the window in her dorm at nothing in particular.  She had been doing homework, an assignment that was due first thing Monday morning.  

He was a monster.  And he had children.

But it was Friday afternoon, and all that occupied her mind was her near- encounter with the Sorcerer Killer.

The mission had failed, but somehow another viable vessel had been brought to Tengen, and the merger had been completed.  This provided no comfort to (y/n), knowing that Riko’s death had been for nothing.  

She’d barely spoken to Satoru and Suguru since they’d returned to the school.  She wasn’t sure who was avoiding who, but she knew it was smart to keep her distance until they came to her.  Besides, she was still trying to figure out how to conceal what she’d been up to the past three days.

But it was only because she couldn’t be sure that the man she’d seen was Toji.  She didn’t know what he looked like, and since she hadn’t even spoken to him, she had nothing close to proof that it was him.  At least, that’s what she told herself when she told her friends that she followed a dead lead.  After three days the man she’d been closely following seemed to vanish into thin air, leaving her to feel useless.

At the end of it all, all she’d really done was follow an assassin- whether it was Toji or not- who had a vendetta against Tengen’s merger, and who had children he’d only mentioned once, and briefly.

If it wasn’t Toji, is this where her involvement ends?

Her eyes re-reads the prompt on her homework for what seemed like the hundredth time, but still, her brain wasn’t processing a single word on the page.

Would she be able to live with herself if she gave up on her suspicions now?

Her door swinging open jolted her from her thoughts, her posture straightening as she assessed the intruder.

But just as quickly, (y/n) smiles, as she watches Shoko Ieri invite herself in.  She shuts the door behind her and plops down onto (y/n’s) bed as if it were a shared space.  (y/n) turns in her desk chair, ignoring her long abandoned homework to entertain whatever reason Shoko had for barging in without notice.  She was still adorned in her white lab coat, so she must have just gotten off of a shift at the morgue

“What have you been stewing about in here, hm?”

She wasn’t expecting that.

“I’m not stewing,” She replied calmly.  “I’m doing homework”

Shoko scoffs.

“Alright.  Sure,” She says, unconvinced.  “Is this cause of last week’s assignment?”

(y/n) doesn’t say anything.  Instead, she turns her back to her friend to go back to her work.

“We can talk about it,” Shoko continues.  A cold shoulder never did stop her.  “We should talk about it,” She corrects.  “You were gone for days, (y/n)”

(y/n) lowers her head, a bit ashamed for worrying her friend so greatly.  Shoko had already been nervous about her taking on the assignment alone.  The least she could have done was send a few texts to let her know she was safe.

“Satoru told me that they didn’t even know you were going”

“He’s right, for once” (y/n) replied, but didn’t give her any more information.

“But… you knew that they’d be there?” Shoko continues.

There’s a pause of silence.

“Yes,” (y/n) replies, letting out a short sigh.  “Yaga wanted me to practice my technique on the field.  I didn’t get the chance.  They got to Riko before I could, and that was that.  Turns out, it was all a waste”

Her last comment comes off her tongue with bitterness.

Giving up on getting her homework done early, (y/n) tucks it away into a folder, and turns back around to face her friend again.

“I’m sorry,” Shoko says with a frown.  “That probably was a good time for you to take a crack at it, huh?”

“Yeah,” (y/n) sighs.  “But something else will come up”

Shoko nods in agreement, and gives her a small smile.

Good, (y/n) thinks to herself.  She thinks I’m disappointed about how the assignment went, and that’s not even a lie.  Everyone is disappointed.

She didn’t mind lying to Satoru.  But she doesn’t think she has the ability to lie to Shoko.  It wouldn’t feel right.

“Want to go for a smoke?” Shoko asks, revealing with a grin the real reason why she dropped in.

She presents a pack of cigarettes that she’d kept hidden in the pocket of her jacket.

(y/n’s) grin is enough of an answer for the girl to spring up from the bed and take (y/n’s) arm as they head out of her dorm. ___

(y/n) never thought she’d be one to partake in a nicotine addiction, but she’d found that sitting on the rooftop of the dormitory building and sharing a cigarette with her best friend was therapeutic enough that it was worth it.

“So how did the mission go anyways?” Shoko asked, leaning back against the tile on her elbows to better enjoy the beginning of the sunset.  “Suguru was too stressed to talk about it,when he came by, and Satoru was too tired.  I think he might have been dodging me, though.  What happened there?”

“I don’t know much either,” (y/n) replied. “I haven’t seen either of them since they got back,” With a deep breath, she decides to give Shoko a little more honesty.  “But… I haven’t exactly been trying to see them” She admits.

Shoko chuckled, taking a drag from the cigarette in her fingers before passing it over.

“Too worried to see how beat up they are?” She muses.  “Or are you more worried about them chewing your ear off for disappearing on them?”

“Tch,” (y/n) shakes her head as she takes the cigarette.  “They don’t need anyone worried about them,” She says.  “And they’re not my parents.  They can scold me all they want.  I don’t care”

Shoko quietly laughs to herself, amused with her response.  It was just like (y/n) to brush off any concern that anyone felt for her, not thinking twice about the danger she was in.  As long as she came home safe, Shoko didn’t mind.  But even she had to admit that three days of nearly no-contact was too much for her mental health.

“You know Satoru was worried,” She says, changing the focus of the subject.  “But you wouldn’t want him thinking you care about him or anything”

“It’s not that I don’t care about him,” (y/n) says, blowing smoke out of her lungs.  “I do.  But he doesn’t need me to.  He can handle himself just fine.  And so can I”

Shoko is quiet for a minute, thinking over her words carefully as she admires the soft oranges of the sky.  (y/n) always did have an odd friendship with Gojo.  She wasn’t sure why, because the pair got along pretty well.  It was like she told herself that Gojo didn’t need friends, so she didn’t put herself out there anymore than she had to.  Shoko didn’t question it often, because at the end of the day it didn’t put too much strain on the group’s dynamic.  But sometimes she wondered why it was (y/n) kept him at arm’s length.

Tonight, she decided to leave it be.  There were better things to discuss.

“We’re third years now,” She hums thoughtfully.  “Soon we’ll have to decide what to do with our lives”

(y/n) nods, her eyes distant as she passes the cigarette back.

“You say that like you don’t know what you’re going to do” She comments.

Shoko shrugs, and then takes a drag.

“Maybe I don’t,” She admits.  “A year is a long time.  Things can change.  My mind can change”

“My mind’s made up,” (y/n) says decidedly.  “Nothing could keep me from being a professional sorcerer”

Her mind wanders to the voice that had been rambling in the back of her head, pushing her to investigate further, dig deeper, something is off about that man you followed, and you know it.

“That’s because you were born with a gift to be a professional sorcerer,” Shoko says, drawing (y/n) out of her spiraling thoughts.  Her tone isn't as bitter as her words make her sound.  It’s endearing.  She admires that (y/n) knows exactly what she wants in her life.  “Some of us aren’t so lucky”

(y/n) looks over at her friend, trying to make out her expression.  But Shoko was a master at keeping a blank face, it’s where (y/n) learned it from, after all.  Despite this, even she couldn’t penetrate her mind.

“You can stay with me,” She jokes, leaning back on the roof with her hands tucked under her head.  “I’ll be the best.  And I’ll support both of us”

Shoko chuckles to herself at the idea, peeking over at (y/n) from the corner of her eye.

“You’re such a smartass,” She mutters lovingly.  “You sound more like Satoru every day”

“Take that back” (y/n) remarks.

Shoko laughs again, facing forward to enjoy the view again.

“Really though,” Her tone turns serious again.  “What would you do if we weren’t sorcerers? If you were born a non-curse user?”

(y/n) blinks, her mind drawing a blank.  She’d never thought about what her life would look like if she wasn’t born with the ability to see curses.  Would it be easier? Or would the stressors of the mundane world flood her life just the same?

“I don’t know,” She answers honestly.  “I’ve never thought about it before,”

She tries to come up with an answer, even a simple one, like being a lawyer, or a teacher.  But nothing sounds right.  If she wasn’t doing everything in her power to protect people, then she’s not sure what her purpose would be.

“But even regular people need someone to operate a funeral home.  Or a hospital.  You could still find a decent profession out there, make good money,”

She looks over at Shoko, hoping her deflection wasn’t too noticeable.   The brunette was still staring at the sky.

“If that’s what you wanted” (y/n) finishes quietly.

“I dunno,” Shoko shrugs.  “I wonder if I’d have a husband”

“Of course you would!” (y/n) says, beaming brightly.  “You’d have a line of men offering you proposals.  I bet it’d take weeks to sift through them all”

Shoko laughs at the confidence she had in her, and at the image of so many men begging for her hand.

“What about you, then?” She asks, an eyebrow raised in amusement.  “You gonna settle down after all this?”

“Of course not,” (y/n) shakes her head, letting out a scoff at the mere thought of having a husband.  “I’ll never have the time.  And I’d never put the prospect of marriage come before exorcizing curses”

Figured, Shoko thinks, shaking her head.

“But what if he comes to you first?” Shoko asks.

“He who?”

“Your husband!” She laughs.  “What if he finds you first? Ya’know, falls in love, dotes on you hand and foot… what if he proposes it first?”

“Well, I’ll never put myself in such a situation then,” (y/n) shrugs.  “It’s not like it’s hard.  I’ll be busy with work anyways”

“Right, right” Shoko mumbles as she nods in agreement.

They sit in a comfortable silence together while the sun sets before them. ___

Days passed, until it had been a week to the day that Riko Amanai had been murdered before she could merge with Tengen.  

And the more she’d thought about the man she presumed to be Toji Fushiguro, the more (y/n) thought about his children.

There was no way she could get involved, not without anyone noticing.  But she knew that whatever these kids’ situation was, it wasn’t a good one.  Their father seemed like a violent deadbeat that had no care for them, and whoever their mother was, she could only assume couldn’t be any better.

Where were they? And wherever they were, were they left alone? Were they safe? Were they curse users? Did they go to school?

There was no way that she could get involved.

But still she found herself sneaking quietly through the halls of the dormitory at midnight, a binder of records open in her arms as she flipped quickly through the pages under Z.

School records weren’t bound to get her far, but it was a good start to figuring out how to find this Toji Fushiguro, and hopefully his children.

“What’re you doing up this late?”

She jumped, not having heard Satoru before he spoke, and there he was in front of her.

“Satoru” She gasps, surprised to see him standing there.

She hadn’t seen him since that day in the streets of Tokyo.  He looked… different.  Thinner, maybe paler, too.  Maybe a stranger wouldn’t notice, seeing as his demeanor was ever the same, but (y/n) had spent enough time around him to know when something was eating at him.

He looked from her, to the large book in her hands.

“What, you reading the fuckin’ bible?” He asks, reaching for the book to see what it was.  

(y/n) held it closer to her chest.

He raised a brow at her defensive action.

“Not that it’s any of your business,” She says matter-of-factly, “But I couldn’t sleep.  Homework helps me sleep”

“That’s for your homework?” He asks in disbelief.

(y/n) nods, swallowing thickly.  The longer he stares at her, the harder she finds it to keep her composure.  She supposed he had that effect sometimes, on all people.  He could be intimidating when he wanted to be.

“Whatever,” He mumbles with a shake of his head, no longer caring about whatever it was she was up to that was clearly not homework.  “Look I wanted to apologize for the mission with Riko”

Apologize? She wondered, trying to quickly dissect what his ploy was here.  Surely he was going to interrogate her for disappearing on him, right?

“You?” (y/n) scoffs.  “Apologize?”

“Yeah yeah,” He waves a dismissive hand at her attitude.  “Suguru said something about me being overbearing, or something.  So.  Sorry if I was”

(y/n) blinks, trying to figure out what it was that made him bring this up to her now.  Sure, he had been overbearing, but he always was, and this particular time, she sort of deserved it.  However, he was always texting her to figure out where she was, sticking his nose in her business was second nature to him, and he’d never apologized for it.  She’d grown pretty used to it by now.

“Well, you’re forgiven,” She says.  “Not like I was able to accomplish what I needed to anyways” She adds in a smaller voice.

“Yeah,” Satoru agrees in a small voice.  His head lowers for a moment, as though he suddenly needed to study the floor.  “Look…” He speaks after a few seconds of silence.  “I wanted to ask… what were you doing there in the first place?”

It’s not the question she’s expecting, but (y/n) hesitates on telling him why Yaga wanted her there.  She’s not sure why, but it made her feel a bit embarrassed to admit to someone like him.  He’s the most powerful person in the whole world.  Surely he wouldn’t understand her struggle with her cursed technique.

She wished they could just forget the last week, and go back to normal.

She understands why they can’t.

“Yaga just wanted me to practice some stuff on the field,” She finally admits.  “Thought it might be good for me, in the heat of the moment, or something”

“Oh.  Well don’t worry about that so much.  You’ll get it soon enough,” He speaks so casually that her eyes dart up to his, hidden behind his dark sunglasses.  “You’ll master it in a heartbeat.  That was kind of a crazy assignment to send you on to do that,”

Her face feels warm at the thought of him believing in her so much.

“But look, you don’t need to go missing for days for that shit, okay?” His words are harsh, and she finds herself nodding her head rapidly, hoping if she accepted his scolding, he’d move on from the whole thing.

“Yeah, I know” She mumbles back.

(y/n) hopes that it’s dark enough in the hall to cover the blush that was certainly covering her cheeks.  She hated that he made her feel like such a child.

“We actually ran into the sorcerer killer,”

Her eyes went wider than a deer’s caught in headlights.  A million questions race through her mind, but he’s speaking before she can find her voice to ask any of them.

“It got messy.  Glad you weren’t around to see it all.  That guy’s… a dick”

“R-really?” She stammered.  “What was he like?” It’s all she can think to ask at the moment, too nervous to overstep and raise suspicion.

“A dick,” Gojo  repeated with a scoff.  “He put up a fight, but not good enough to beat me” He added proudly.

His hand rubs at his throat absentmindedly.

(y/n) tried to smile at his abundance of confidence, but she could feel her lips wavering at the fake expression.

“Do you…” She trails off, clutching her binder tighter in her hands.  “Do you want to get something to eat? A snack might help me go back to bed”

A small smile graces his face, before he nods, and turns to lead the way down the hall.

___

(y/n) knows it’s not right to pry like this.

As Satoru recalls the events of his run-in with Toji Fushiguro, she feels her stomach twisting into knots.  Tighter and tighter with every word.  He’s left his sunglasses on the top of his head, and having his eyes exposed to her only makes her feel sicker.

Had he stabbed him with the blade I saw him carrying? She wondered, her eyes staring at the place on his throat where he’d shown her the man had sliced clean through.  If I had approached him that day, could I have stopped this?

She’s quickly losing confidence in her abilities, both as a sorcerer and a decent person.  She couldn’t even follow a lead to the end, and as a result Satoru had been hurt, Geto had been hurt, and the Star Plasma Vessel had been killed.

Rage boils hot in her veins as she clenches her fists.

“(y/n),” Satoru calls, having noticed her fixed gaze for some time now.

She hadn’t torn her eyes off of his neck since he had told her about it.

Her eyes snap to his as he says her name.

“I’m alright, you know” He tells her gently.

She swallows thickly, and wills her heart to slow it’s rapid beating.

“I know,” She states, putting up a front before he could be any more genuine.  “You’re you”

He knows she’s deflecting, but his lips quirk up at the comment anyways.

“That’s right,” He hums.  “You don’t have to worry your pretty little head about him”

(y/n) fights to keep her eyes on his, and not let them wander back to the spot on his throat.  She knows that if she showed her worry, it would make him worry.  That’s just who Satoru was.  He wanted everyone around him to be at ease at all times.  He was the strongest after all, it was only natural for him to want the people closest to him to feel safe, to feel protected.  He might not have voiced this, but (y/n) just knew.

My fault, my fault, my fault.  The cruel voice in her head rears it’s ugly head.  He got hurt because of me.  Because I wasn’t capable of approaching Toji, because I wasn’t confident in my abilities, again.  I did this.

Unease and regret claws its way up her throat, leaving her mouth with a bitter taste.  The guilt of this whole thing was going to eat her alive.  And there was only one thing she could do to make it right.

Kill Toji Fushiguro.

“Besides, he’s dead now anyways”

Her demeanor shifts so quickly she pales before him, her glazed over eyes suddenly fixated on him again.

“What?”

The word comes out small, shocked.  Her brows stitch together as she tries to piece together what that means for her now, while still remaining composed before the nosy sorcerer in front of her.

“He died,” Satoru repeats.  “I killed him”

Normally he’d sound proud, but at this moment, he’s simply being honest with her.  Recalling last week’s events as though recalling the weather.

(y/n’s) mouth goes dry.  Quickly, she turns her back to him, reaching for a glass in the cabinet behind her to fill with water.  She doesn’t say anything, she doesn’t know what to say.  All she can do is succumb to her thoughts.

What of his children?

Her hands are shaking.  She sets down her glass of water to hold them to her chest, keeping them from Satoru’s view.

Everything that happened last week, every step she took and every mistake she made,

She latches her trembling hands together, squeezing them so tight they pale.  She wills them to relax, so that she can turn around and stop hiding herself while right in front of him.

It was all for nothing.  Riko was dead.  Satoru was hurt.  Suguru was hurt.  Toji was dead, the mystery of his children now a tragedy.  And she could have prevented it all.  Had she just gone after him-!

“Hey,”

A gentle hand lays on her back, and she closes her eyes tight, hoping that he would just give her one more minute to collect herself.  All she needed was one minute, and she could present herself to him again, unfazed.

“(y/n), look at me” Satoru’s hand takes a hold of her shoulder, making her turn around.

There’s tears in her eyes, and her hands continue to ruthlessly shake against her chest, before she covers her face, wiping away the wetness in her eyes roughly.

“Sorry- I’m sorry,” She sputters, shaking her head once she’s sure she’s stopped the tears from falling from her eyes.  “I just- I can’t help but feel like it was all my fault,”

Satoru’s eyes widened at the admission.

“I wasn’t able to help at all, and then you got hurt and-”

“Woah, hey,” He cut her off before she could continue, seeing how hard she was beating herself up.  “That’s not fair, that’s not what happened,” He tells her, both of his hands wrapping around her shoulders firmly.  His eyes didn’t leave hers once, so that she knew he was being serious.  “You didn’t cause any of this,” He says.  “You didn’t do anything wrong.  And we’re all okay,”

Her brows drew together, knowing that she didn’t believe him, because he didn’t know that she could have protected him.  She feels like her heart is being set ablaze.

“We’re okay,” He repeats, eyes wandering her worried features.

Satoru’s not sure he could recall the last time he’d seen (y/n) so worked up.  He suddenly feels guilty for telling her everything that happened, as clearly it made her uneasy.  But he hadn’t known she would react so emotionally- especially when he was okay and alive before her.  The traumatic experience was over, and as awful as last week was, everyone had come out of it unscathed.  Physically, at least.

A part of him is surprised she’s this worried about him, that she’s reduced to trembling hands and teary eyes.  His heart sinks as his hand raises to her jaw, cupping her face with a featherlight touch.

Gojo Satoru was a loud mouth who loved to use pet names and flirt to no end, but he’d never been physically affectionate with her before, and the feeling of his warm hand against her face has her resolve crumbling.  Just a little bit.

“What’re you so worried about, (y/n/n)?” His voice is low as his eyes search hers for some sort of answer.  “Did something happen?”

Yes! She wants to shout.  She wants to cry and fall into his arms and beg for his forgiveness.  It’s my fault! It’s all my fault, and you’re treating me too well.  You’re being too nice when because of my mistake, you could be dead.  I could have killed you.

Her eyes shut for a moment, taking in a deep breath, and trying once and for all to collect herself.

If she told him about Toji now, he would never allow her to find his children.  Surely he wouldn’t trust them.  He’d likely tell her to leave them be, let them be sold back to the Zen’in Clan or thrown into the system.

But she couldn’t let that happen.

She needed to keep them in mind first.

With her decision made, her eyes flutter open again.  Her fingers wrap around his wrist, and she carefully pulls his hand away from her face.

“No,” She finally answers.  “Nothing happened”

As genuine as she sounded, and as firm as her eyes were on his, something tells Satoru she’s not being honest with him.  But he doesn’t raise his disbelief.  He could get to the bottom of that another time.

So he nods, and gives her a small smile.

“Okay,” He hums.  “Good.  I don’t want you to worry yourself with all this”

She nods back at him, eyes briefly flickering to his throat.

If I can’t kill Toji Fushiguro I’ll do the next best thing I can.

No matter how long it takes, I’ll make things right.

___

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BAD NEWS (part 62)

-just when you thought you were over your humongous crush on your older brother’s best friend, geto suguru, you couldn’t have been more dead wrong, except satoru doesn’t like suguru for you because he knows his kind all too well: a huge ass playboy who breaks hearts like he changes socks. but you think, MAYBE you’ll be the exception…maybe not.

CHARACTERS: drummer!geto suguru x you/afab reader | gojo satoru | various jjk characters

GENRE: full-length smau + prose | band au | college au | stupid pining | aged-up characters | friends to lovers (?) | smut

TW/CW: strong/mature language | adult content so mdni on some parts | mentions of alcohol, drugs | mentions of cheating, promiscuity, mild dubcon, etc. | god-awful pet names | toxic behavior | will add more if something arises

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A/N: Narrations after the 4th panel.

"You're really doing homework, I see."

Suguru leaned agains your door post, taking in the books and notes which were laid out in the middle of your bed whilst you rested your back against the headboard, chewing on the top of your stylus. He watched as you slowly lifted your eyes from your tablet to him, lips quirking a bit into a ghost of a smile he knew meant mischief.

"I told you. No quotation marks." You adjusted your position, sitting lotus instead before reaching over your books and patting the space there. "Join me?"

He wordlessly walked towards you, leaving the door open as it had been. He noticed how you glanced at it and fought a grin, pretending to read again. You wouldn't be wrong if you thought it was a means for him to rein himself. After all, Satoru was just downstairs. He sunk down on his side on the space you've indicated, casually taking one of your books and skimming through it.

"You and Sukuna are such nerds," he commented, grinning when you said, "Takes one to know one. You're just on the less science-y spectrum."

He pretended to make a face at you. "So, do you gush about Kraus and Schmidt when you're out on dates with him?"

You were about to take offense, but you found it funny that he was citing specifics in your field. "Not as much as I listened to you gush about Caran d'Ache pencils or old cameras. What do you call those again?"

"Camera obscura. You remember the pencils."

"I was looking for it in Europe," you told him absently as you were highlighting something on your notes.

He chuckled. "How can you be thinking of that while you're on a supposed sports clinic tour?" He felt something stir in his chest at the thought that you stashed small details about him in your mind and made the actual effort to even look for them. At times like this, he almost wanted to believe that you acknowledged what happened between the two of you before you left, but he could never be too sure.

"It's a habit."

"A habit?"

"Mhmm. Luckily, I found the drumsticks since the pencils were sold out when I went to–" You paused when you noticed him just staring at you. "What?"

At times, he didn't know if you were even conscious about what you say and the impact it has on him. Sure, you were just talking about material things, but the thought that goes behind the intention gave him a warm feeling even if you were just telling him absently about it being "a habit."

"C'mere," he found himself saying as he pushed himself up.

"Hmm?"

Before you could even make sense of what he was saying, Suguru was reaching out towards you, palm sliding behind your neck as he met you halfway over your books. He pressed his lips onto yours, the action experimental as if he was guaging your reaction. The tiny gasp that left your lips made blood rush to his head, clouding his already hazy mind at the very fleeting taste of you on his tongue. It's the small things, they say, and he thinks he understands what they meant.

He was about to continue, when –

"Suguru! Choso's here. Let's go!"

"Hold on!" he called back.

"Be quick!"

Ignoring your brother, he claimed your lips again, a little bit more this time, his lips more insistent as they cajoled yours to move, and they did before you were pulling back again with a laugh.

"Suguru!"

"Your wife's calling."

He shrugged. "Your brother's annoying." He said that but stood up just the same, ruffling your hair before he was walking out of your room. But then he paused just outside, turning to look at you.

"What?"

"Go with me on this Friday's jazz night?"

You nodded, smiling at him. "Okay."

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The apple of Eden

Satoru tried fighting it, but she was like the apple in the garden of eden, pure temptation.

When he first laid eyes on her, he realized what kind of effect she had on him. And he wasn’t the only one. Though it wasn’t a surprise.

She always put others before herself, she always cared for the others when they were not feeling well. She couldn’t handle it, if someone she loved and cared for needed something or didn’t feel good. But she never let someone take advantage of herself. And that was something he admired and pulled him in. Her warmth, her pure heart never made her seem weak. On the contrary. She always had the ability to stand up for herself and her opinions and gave her all. She was an incredible jujutsu sorcerer. He could witness her abilities in every mission they accomplished in all the time they worked together. But it wasn’t only for her abilities. He didn’t know how, but she always safed them in risky situations. And every time she was the leader for the missions, they didn’t have to explain to Yaga how these damages in the city were caused, because there never were damages.

But Satoru wasn’t the only one, who was fascinated by her. She had every jujutsu sorcerer she met wraped around her little finger. From Yaga, to all the empoyees, the teachers and every other student. Especially because of how rare jujutsu sorcerers where, her helping hand was always welcomed and she always wanted to assist everybody. She didn’t care what it was she could help with. Wasn’t bothered with getting herself a little bit dirty and helped with household chores or run even the smallest errands. And whenever there was the posibility for her to accompany the higher ups, she would go with them.

The other students went to her, whenever they needed help. Even if they just needed someone to talk to. She always listend and was ready to help them or give them advise. She helped with homework, extra training or even with just a hug, depending on what the person needed.

And what made Satoru be so obsessed with her: She never expected something in return.

When he met her, in their first year at jujutsu high, he couldn’t understasnd, how such selflessness even could be possible. The world he came from, didn’t knew the concept of selfless acts. In the world of the eldest jujutsu families, you never got something without paying. Most of the time paying more, than the help you recive was even worth. Than she became a part of his life. And he couldn’t figure her out. Her way of living was odd for him, bothered him to no extend but it also fascinated him. So he was always found around her.

But it didn’t take long and he had to realise, that he wasn’t the only one fascinated by her and always around her. And he had better luck with her: Suguru Geto. And even tough Satoru was happy for his best friends and wanted them to be happy with eachother, he also couldn’t keep away.

Satoru knew, that the things he did were inappropiate and he shouldn’t do them, but he was the Satoru Gojo. And for Satoru Gojo there are no restrictions, he could do whatever he wanted. He grew up being able to do whatever he liked. He was above everyone else because of his abilities and powers. He never learned, that there were things he simply shouldn’t do, so he never bothered stopping. The only thing nagging him, was the little voice in his head. His morals. The only problem: they always were kind of twisted. But it was enough to tell him, that there were lines he simply shouldn’t cross. That he was playing a dangerous game.

But it simply wasn’t possible for him to stop it.

He knew, that the things he allowed himself to do with you in your first both school years together were really on the limit.

The nearly longing glaces he was throwing her way, whenever she was around him. He always kept his eyes on her. His six eyes embeding her every movement into his memory and being. How she flicked her hair, how her eyes glistend whenever one of the other students thanked her for her help and she felt useful. Or how she let Suguru pull her in his lap and how she let herself rest against his chest and slung her arms around his neck.

How Satorus fingers lingered a little to long when she passed him something. Or how he kept her in his arms as long as possible whenever she hugged him. His nose always pressing into her soft hair and inhaling her intoxicating smell of vanilla and strawberries. His arms curled around her tightly which made her giggle and he knew her typical words by heart now: „You don’t have to hold me that tight. I won’t run away from you Satoru.“ Over the years his hands found their way with every hug a little bit lower on her body. So now they were somewhere on her lower back, nearly on her bottom.

He remembers the countless missions they did just the two of them. And how he always took her hand and intertwined his fingers with hers when they were on their way back after the successful mission. Something she always accepted, a blinding smile on her face. Never noticing the irritated looks from the School employees or other jujutsu sorcerers. And he never had a problem with simply ignoring them. Instead he brushed his thumb over the soft skin of her hand and smirked down at her in the way that was typical for Satoru.

He remebers the nightly talks, when he sneaked into her room and pulled her out of her bed and onto one of the benches on the extensive grounds oft he school. It didn’t matter how tired she was or how deep she already slept, she always caved. Let herself get dragged outside and tolerated his selfish ways. He stopped counting how often they sat together outside, just talking and eating some type of latenight snack. She allowed every topic, always listened whenever he talked about his toughts and even sorrows and she never blamed him for his opinions and thoughts and she never laughed at him. Regardless of how crazy his thoughts were, how cruel his perceptions or arrogant his statments were. Instead she listend intently and sometimes told him how she thought about those things. What amazed Satoru was that she never shied away from telling him exactly what her opinion was and while it first bothered him, he leared to love this about her. His favorite memory from those nights together was the way she found her way into his arms. Her head on hi schest while she listend to his stories and her long legs draped over his lap. His fingers gliding softly over her exposed skin. Even in the coldest of winters she slept just in some shorts and he never gave her the time to change her clothes before he dragged her outside. That gave him also the opportunity to pull her in his lap and wrapping his arms around her whenever she was could. And he could never forget the soft sighs escaping her lips when his warmth overtook her. Her body snuggling closer to him. Her arms wrapping around his neck and her tiny, little fingers finding their way under the collar of his t-shirt for more warmth. And whenever her fingers dared to touch him, he let his hands explore. Rubbing over her bare arms to warm her a little bit, before his fingers moved on. Depending on his mood, he let them glide under her top or downwards to her thighs. There he let them rest for a bit, before he inched them forward. To the hem of her shorts, as if testing the water even though he knew, that she would let him touch her like that. Than carefully moving his fingers beneath the fabric and stroking her soft skin while listening to her quickening breathing. As much as he wanted to move his fingers a little bit more forward, his dubious morals kept him in check and never let him crossing this last line. So he just enjoyed what he was allowed to do, the lines he already crossed.

He remembers the nights they spent in his room, drinking and bingewatching movies. The more they drank, the braver he got, not bothering that Suguru was also with them. He knew that Suguru thought that the relationship between his girlfriend and his bestfriend was a little strange, asking himself if they weren’t to familiar with one another and if he should do something about it. But that didn’t stop Satoru. At least not if Suguru didn’t say something. So he just kept pulling her between his legs on the bed on movie nights. Her back resting against his chest. Wrapping his arms around her and offering her the alcohol bottle over and over again. He always waited. Waited till the movie reached his peak. Than he spread one of his blankets over both of them and his hands couldn’t be stopped. He remembered one of these movie nights vividly. It wasn’t long ago. He rested his chin on her shoulder starting to whisper little comments into her ear. From the corner of his eye he could see her grinning a little, never turning her eye from the tv. And in that moment he felt the need to get her to look at him and get her full attention. So his game began.

He turned his head a little, until the tip of his nose touched her hair. Inhealing her smell and allowing it to cloud his senses a bit. Slowly his nose wandered to the shell of her ear and down to her jaw. There he stopped, waiting for a reaction from her, but her eyes were still fixated on the tv. So he exchanged the soft touch of his nosetip with his lips. Peppering small kisses on her warm and soft skin. He heared a little gasp escaping her lips and he couldn’t stop the grin spreading on his dace. His lips moved further down to her neck exploring her warm skin and trying to find this one point which would force a bigger reaction out of her. He felt the faint beating of her heart under his lips, the fluttering resembling the wings of a hummingbird. And he couldn’t stop himself from pulling the soft skin between his lips and sucking lightly on it. He knew that he soon needed to let go, otherwise he would leave marks. But the soft sigh that left her lips and bordered on a moan just made him suck a little harder. He was happy that the tv was loud enough, so that Shoko and Suguru couldn’t hear these delicious sounds that escaped her. In that moment he knew, that he could never forget her. She would haunt him in his dreams and in every calm minute he would have in his life. While he still hold the bottle of alcohol in one hand, the other one found her way under the blanket. She wore one of Sugurus shirts and it didn’t take his fingers long to find their way under the shirt. His fingertips glided over the warm skin of her stomach and he enjoyed the feeling of her skin. In small circling movements he dared to explore every inch of her perfect skin. For a moment he let go of her neck, wanting to take in every of her reactions while he investigated her.

Painfully slow he went further. Gliding upwards over her stomach until his fingertips met a different fabric. He recongnized it as lace that was streched over her skin. He paused of a moment, inspecting her beautiful face. A blush tinting her face and her lips parted a little bit. Altough she still was looking at the tv he could see in the flickering light oft he movie how her eyes were glazed over. Realized that she wasn’t as unbothered by his touched as it first seemed and it probably didn’t need much more for her to avert her gaze from the tv and giving him all her attention. And he was so curious what would happen.

Carefully he nugged her bra a little, waiting for some kind of reaction from her. The lack of it was invitation enough for him to move on. So his fingers stroked the valley between her breasts and from there his fingers began wandering. Upwards to the collar of her shirt, down again and to the her sides, always stopping bevor touching to much of her. But it wasn’t enough to get her attention. So he dared to go further. His fingers cheekily found their way beneath the lace and just a moment later he took her nipple between his thumb and pointer and squeezed it softly. The sound that escape her lips burned itself into his memory. Sounded like it was straight out of one of the little videos he watched, whenever he couldn’t get her out of his mind late at night. And for a moment he worried, that the other two could have heard it. But with a quick glance towards their friends he saw them both already sleeping. So he moved his attention back onto the woman in his arms. His lips found their way back to her neck while his hand pushed itself a little more into her bra, so he could now completly cup her breast. Another soft moan leaving her lips and he couldn’t stop his blood rushing in southern regions. She moved her head, looking at him with big, glistening eyes. Her breath quickening and he could feel it brush his face. He held her intense gaze, trying to decipher what was going on in her head. „Satoru“ she breathed softly, wanting to add something but he interrupted her. A soft smile on his face: „I know…“ He knew what she wanted to tell him. That they were going to far and that he did things which she simply couldn’t allow him. Still, he dared to overcome the last distance between them and pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth. Than he leaned back and pulled his hands back so they only rested on her stomach. For a moment she just observed him, than she took a deep breath and leaned back against his chest and watched the movie.

What he allowed himself to do in that night was something he couldn’t go back from and so wrong, that he knew that there was a place in hell reserved for him.

They finished a very importent and difficult mission, so they just wanted to have a night full of fun. So they met in Sugurus room to pregame, than they drove into the city. First checking some of the bars, taking some shots, before arriving at their final destination: Alhambra, a new club everyone was talking about. Normally it was quiet impossible to get in, but Satoru found a way to get their names onto the guestlist. Not wanting to stick out from the other guest they decided to dress themselves a little bit up. The boys picking slacks and button ups, Suguru a black one and Satoru a white one. The girls decided to wear the shortest dresses they owned. High on their success on the mission an the alcohol they entered the club und Y/N felt the beat of the music vibrating through her body. She loved the feeling and couldn’t stop herself from getting sucked into the mass of people on the dancefloor. Satoru watched her fascinated how she danced tot he music, turning around laughing and looking at her friends expectantly. While she let herself get sucked in the crowd she reached her hands out, inviting her friends to dance with her eventhough she already knew the answer. Shoko and Suguru hated dancing, they always found their way tot he bar and enjoying the loud music and the atmosphere while drinking overpriced drinks to keep their level of drunkness. But Y/N was different. She needed to let the music take control of her und loved moving between the others and to the beat oft he music. Satoru appreciated both. Sometimes he sat with Shoko and Suguru and kept a close eye on her, but this time he smiled at her and took her hand. Her grin got even bigger and she pulled him closer to her, while waving to her other two friends. They moved to the middle of the dancefloor and only than she let go of his hand, both getting lost tot he music and just enjoying the alcohol induced feeling.

She didn’t know how long they were dancing before starting to look for Satoru. She needed something to drink. It didn’t take her long to find him. He danced with a woman, but his eyes were fixated on her, never leaving her moving form. She smiled at him and pointed to her neck, hoping that he would unterstand what she wanted to tell him. Just a second later he let go oft he woman and made his way through the dancing people. His cheeks had blushed and her eyes followed the drops of sweat rolling down his neck and disappearing beneath his button up. When he first got clothed he let the first to buttons open, but now he had opend another one, his porcelaine skin glistening in the lights of the club. He leaned down, so it would be easier to speak with her and she didn’t hesitate to close the last distance between them by standing on her tiptoes. His arm wrapping readily around her waist, to keep her steady. His warm breath ghosting over the shell of her ear while he tried to overtune the music: „Let’s find the others. I still have a surprise for you guys left.“ She nodded her head smiling and took the hand he rested on her hip to pull him with her through the club. They found Shoko and Suguru rather quick. They were siting at the bar, talking to each other while Suguru glanced darkly at every guy that tried to come near them. Shoko never liked getting talked to by drunken men and with Suguru being the good friend he is, he kept close to her fending of every men who just dared looking at her. It was also him, noticing their two friends coming over. He shot a smile across the room to his girlfriend and opened his arms for her to snuggle against him.

"Do you want a drink?" he asked her and at the same moment held out his glass for her to sip his drink. She readily accepted the glass and as soon as she had the straw between her lips, she turned to Satoru with an invitation. He grinned at her for a moment before putting his arm around Shoko and presenting his surprise to his three friends. "Before we order another round: Come along, I've booked us a lounge." He could see how bewilderment crept across his friends' faces before giving way to endless excitement. Before he knew it, Y/N had broken away from her boyfriend and had fallen around the white-silver-haired man's neck. He was only too happy to accept the enthusiastic embrace and wrapped his arms around her petite waist. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Shoko empty the last of her cocktail in one go and then slam the empty glass down on the bar counter. "All right, what are we waiting for?" she called over the din of the club and hopped off the stool she had just been sitting on. So he grabbed Y/N's hand, which was still clasped around his neck, and dragged her behind him and back into the hubbub of dancing people. Y/N in turn had grabbed Shoko's arm so as not to lose her in the crowd and with a glance over her shoulder she realised that she had grabbed Suguru's hand.

They crossed the sea of people in a chain of four, Satoru's ability giving them a considerable advantage as they only had to follow the path he ploughed into the crowd. He led them to the opposite side of the club and to a staircase she hadn't seen before. A man standing next to the stairs eyed Satoru for a moment, then pulled aside the barrier and let her up.

At the top, she was greeted by a young woman. With a broad smile on her face, she greeted the four friends. "Ah Mr Gojo, nice to welcome you here with us. If you will follow me, I will show you to your lounge."

The man addressed gave her a slight smile before nodding briefly and waving his hand to show her the way. They walked along the dark corridor, which was lined with a few doors, before pausing in front of the last one and the lady opened the door for them.

"Your waitress will be with you shortly," and with that she said goodbye to the group of friends and left them alone. The lounge was a large room with a few sofas and armchairs, all gathered around several low tables, which must have provided enough space for 20 people to enjoy an evening at the Alhambra.

There was a small bar where the waitress would probably prepare the drinks for the revellers. And on the opposite side of the door, there was a large glass front and as soon as Y/N approached it, she realised that she had the perfect view of the dance floor from here. The music that blasted throughout the club could also be heard in the lounge, but it was muffled enough to make conversation easy.

She had so many questions for Satoru, but the only thing that came out of her mouth was: "That's just incredible Satoru!" The man addressed grinned broadly and plopped down on one of the sofas. "Wait until our waitress comes and makes us whatever we fancy to drink."

Pure enthusiasm was evident on the faces of his three friends and he couldn't help but lean back into the cushions of the sofa with self-satisfaction. He watched as the two girls inspected the lounge even more and at the same time felt the sofa next to him sink a little. His best friend had taken a seat next to him and he could see a rare, satisfied smile appear on his face. He wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the door opening. A woman about their age, dressed in dark cloth trousers and a light-coloured blouse, entered the lounge. She introduced herself as Kiyoko and then took her place behind the bar.

The four friends spent the next two hours chatting and downing all the drinks Kiyoko mixed for them. Y/N felt the alcohol. Felt how heavy and slightly numb her tongue felt and that her brain was taking longer to process what she was seeing than her eyes. She knew she should slow down, but it was the first time she'd been out like this with her friends in a long time. Sitting on Suguru's lap and giggling at some joke he had made, she couldn't help but enjoy the moment, even though she was sure she would at least regret the amounts of alcohol when she accepted the next cocktail from Kiyoko.

She clinked glasses enthusiastically with her friends, not bothered that some of the drink spilled over and ran down her fingers. She simply transferred the glass to her other hand and began to lick the drops from her fingers.

What she didn't notice was Satoru's hungry gaze, which followed every movement of her small, soft pink tongue. She drained her cocktail in just a few minutes and then turned to her boyfriend with wide eyes: "I want to go dancing! Come and dance a little with me Su!" Her boyfriend sighed heavily. He had always found it difficult to refuse his girlfriend and in his clearly drunken state, it was even more difficult, but he also knew that he had reached his limits. "Sorry baby, but I'm totally out of it. I think it's more time to head back to uni." He saw her bottom tilt forward slightly and silently wondered how it was that the flyweight that was his girlfriend was still awake at all. He sighed heavily. He was on the verge of giving in after all, even though he was already so exhausted. But luckily for him, his best friend stepped in. "I'll go dancing with you Y/N, our poor Suguru needs to recover a little after the exhausting mission."

Satoru could see how the slight sulking gave way to a beaming smile and also how his best friend gave him a grateful smile. In the next moment, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

"Then you two go dancing, I'll grab Shoko and go home with her. The poor thing is already totally exhausted." With a quick glance over at her, they realised that she had curled up at the other end of the sofa and was at least dozing off. She was still holding the cocktail she had started in one hand. Y/N couldn't suppress a soft giggle before she stood up slightly from Suguru's lap and leant over Satoru's shoulder to the sleeping girl, stroking her hair. Then she turned back to her boyfriend. "Take good care of her Su," she murmured and pressed several kisses to his lips, which he was only too happy to return.

They said goodbye to each other and Y/N watched through the large glass front as Suguru made his way to the side door with Shoko in his arms. She heard Satoru talking to the waitress for a moment, but couldn't quite keep her senses in check enough to realise what exactly he was saying to her. Only a little later, he appeared next to her, several shots in his hands. He had that grin on his face that was so incredibly typical of him and she couldn't help but return it, beaming.

"All right, Y/N! Let's destroy these quickly and then we'll storm the dance floor." She laughed softly and took the first glass from his hands. She let it bump lightly against his before putting it to her lips, tilting her head back and willing the alcohol to slide down her throat. She did this two more times before they quickly put the empty glasses down. Satoru grabbed her hand, intertwined his fingers with hers and then pulled her out of the lounge behind him and down onto the dance floor.

They let themselves be engulfed by the crowd. Always close together.

Y/N felt the bass running through her whole body, making her bones vibrate and she loved it. She didn't think about it, just let herself be guided by the music that filled her. She could feel it tingling all the way to her fingertips and savoured it. It wasn't long before she felt fingers on her waist and the familiar energy showed her exactly who was behind her, matching his movements to hers. She allowed him to pull her closer and wrap his arm completely around her. She let her hand glide over his arm, gently stroking his soft skin that he had exposed through the rolled up sleeves. She reached his hand and intertwined her fingers with his. Her other arm, however, she reached up to wrap her hand around his neck and curl her fingers into his soft hair.

Satoru couldn't suppress his grin. He looked almost triumphant as he scrutinised the other men over the rim of his sunglasses, watching almost hungrily as their hips swayed in time to the music. But he was the one who felt their movements. He could feel their hips gyrating and couldn't suppress the euphoric feeling that made his blood pump. He matched her movements, watching her as she was only too happy to press herself against him and dance with him. His long, slender fingers began to dance their own dance. Finding their way from her arm around his neck further and further down. He let them slide over her shoulder, up to her collarbone and watched as she slowly closed her eyes and laid her head on his neck, letting it fall against his shoulder.

He knew he was pushing his luck again. But he remembered too well a conversation he'd had with Suguru a few months ago. They had had a drink together before Suguru took two joints from a small box under his bed and handed one of them to Satoru. He didn't need to be asked twice. They both leaned back and relaxed on the sofa cushion and as they took a drag and the smoke escaped them in curls, he was only too happy to listen to Suguru talk about his lovely girlfriend. He had confided in him that it was always fun with her. But whenever she had a little too much to drink, she was ready for anything. No matter what Suguru had then suggested to his girlfriend, she was always ready for it. Willing enough to fulfil his every wish and knew no inhibitions. And as much as Satoru had tried not to think about it too much, he simply hadn't been able to stop his thoughts from wandering to her during the long, lonely nights in his bedroom. To his best friend's girlfriend, her incredible body and the knowledge that she was rampant. And ever since then, he had been waiting for an opportunity to be a part of it.

His fingers ventured further. He ran them lightly over the curve of her breast before briefly circling her nipple, which was visible through the thin fabric of her dress. She unconsciously arched her back and a sigh was the only sound that escaped her. He felt her stiffen briefly. Reassuringly, he squeezed her waist lightly, simultaneously trying to show her that it was okay, but also to urge her to do more. "It's okay baby," he murmured into her ear and as his hand travelled a little further down and now circled her belly button, he felt her relax again. His lips made their way down her neck. He pressed delicate kisses onto her heated skin and when she willingly tilted her head to the side to give him more room, he let his tongue glide along her artery. He felt the shiver that overtook her body because of it, regardless of the incredible heat that prevailed throughout the club. His hand travelled a little further down, this time to grab her hip and pull her back against his body. He didn't stay there for long, finding it much more interesting to feel the hem of her tight dress with his fingers. The lace felt pleasant under his skin.

For a brief moment, he stroked the soft skin of her thigh, letting his fingers glide over the inside of it. Then he withdrew his hand and spun her round to face him. She stared up at him with wide, glazed eyes. He could see that the alcohol had made everything a little duller for her, but he could still see the sparkle in them. She didn't hesitate for a moment to slide her hands up his chest and then clasp them behind his neck. The high heels she was wearing today were a definite advantage for this. He allowed her to press herself against him and now embraced her again. His fingers rubbed gently over her lower back, just above her bum. Satoru's thigh found its way between her legs, pressing against her. The hem of her dress slid up further as his muscle rubbed against her. As a soft moan escaped her, his hips pushed against her, causing her to feel his erection hard against her hip.

"Can you feel that?" he murmured softly in her ear, "You look so incredibly hot in that dress. Barely covers anything... It's like you're begging to be bent over the bar counter and fucked in front of everyone here."

She couldn't suppress a hoarse gasp as he moved her body in time to the music and pulled her over his muscular thigh. The friction gave her only minor stimulation, but it was enough to soak the material of his trousers. Her half-closed eyelids made sure he couldn't stop moving them against his body. Couldn't stop bathing in the heavenly sounds that escaped her lips and feeling like a god, even though it was so morally reprehensible. His lips found their way to her ear, where he nibbled gently on her lobe and continued to whisper things to her. Of the things she did to him whenever he saw her. But also of the things he was only too happy to do with her. And the only thing her alcohol-fogged brain could manage was to make soft noises of approval and accommodate his movements while her fingers clawed into his soft hair.

His left hand came away from her before he slid it down her neck a moment later and turned her head so he could look at her. He recognised how frantically her chest heaved and how she expelled her breath through her mouth. How flushed her cheeks were, although he couldn't tell whether it was because of the heat in the club or because of what they were doing here. He jerked her head towards him and pressed his lips greedily against hers. And he couldn't believe it when she willingly returned the kiss. He felt like he was in seventh heaven. Her lips were soft on his and she let him in without hesitation as he gently nudged her lower lip with his tongue.

He couldn't believe that she was actually here in his arms. That she was pressing herself so greedily against him and returning his kisses with as much passion as he was giving her. They only broke away from each other again when they ran out of air. His eyes slowly glided over her features, lingering on her swollen, now almost red lips, and he couldn't help but kiss her once more. Then he broke away from her, took her hand and pulled her behind him and back towards the lounge. The soft moan that escaped her as he pulled away from her did not go unnoticed.

As soon as he had closed the door to the lounge behind her, his lips were on hers again and he had pressed her back against the door. A soft gasp escaped her as the air was squeezed from her lungs, but it didn't stop her from eagerly reaching out to him. Her fingers found their way to his chest and the button placket of his shirt. And while she frantically tried to undo the buttons, he let his lips travel along her jaw and down her neck. When she finally managed to open his shirt, she slipped it over his shoulders and he detached himself for a moment to shake it off and let it slide to the floor. It hadn't even reached the floor before he had already embraced her again and pressed his lips to hers. His hands travelled frantically down her body. He wrapped one arm around her waist, with the other hand he gripped her thigh and lifted her up. She willingly wrapped her legs around his narrow waist to keep from sliding down and crossed her feet at ankle height. As soon as he knew she was holding herself, his arms travelled over her body again. Blindly, he groped for the fabric of her dress and when he came across the straps, he hurriedly pushed her down by her arms and helped her free her upper body from the fabric. For a moment he took the time to look at her chest and he felt her again like a young teenager who had just seen breasts for the first time.

"Shit, you have excellent breasts," he gasped softly before pushing her up a little further in his arms and managing to cup her right nipple with his lips. As soon as she felt his soft tongue on her, she couldn't suppress a soft moan. Her head fell back slightly, but the pain that arose when she bumped against the heavy metal door went unnoticed in the pure lust that had taken over her.

Satoru wasted no time, pressing his clearly palpable arousal against her centre. The touch sent electrical impulses shooting through her body and she tried to pull him even closer to her. He switched to her other nipple and caressed it just as thoroughly, letting his tongue flick against it before sucking gently and scraping his teeth carefully against the sensitive skin and starting the game all over again. She stretched her back, literally bending towards his touch and at the same time she tried to keep him close to her with a firm grip on his hair. Nevertheless, he managed to pull away from her. And while she couldn't suppress a soft whimper, he watched her through half-lowered eyelids.

"So eager," he teased her softly, his hand sliding down between their bodies as he did so. Just a few seconds later, his hand found its way under the hem of her dress and up her thigh until his fingers also made their way under her panties. Satoru's fingers slid through her labia, only to find them completely wet with her fluids as she arched back towards him. He couldn't suppress the confident grin that crept onto his face as he watched her like this, knowing that he alone was responsible. And it only got bigger as he watched her chest rise and fall frantically, her lips parted a little and heard the soft "please" that escaped her.

"Look at you," he murmured, "I haven't even started yet and you're begging me." A soft but deep laugh escaped him.

Before she could react in any way, he had pushed a finger inside her.

A hoarse moan escaped her and her grip on his soft hair tightened. His ego grew with every reaction he could elicit from her. It satiated his obsession with her, but at the same time it grew immeasurably and he didn't know if he could ever stop wanting to hear more of her sounds. She felt another finger at her entrance and only a short time later, Satoru was pumping into her in a slow rhythm. His thumb found its place on her clitoris. Playing with her slowly and with a slight pressure. She couldn't stop her hips from beginning to thrust against his movements. Trying to get his fingers deeper inside her. She knew that if he continued for just a little longer, she would reach her climax. And he seemed to realise it, seemed to sense how close she was already.

He increased the pressure of his thumb a little more before adjusting the angle of his wrist slightly and increasing the speed of his movements. The change in position caused him to rub against her sensitive walls in an almost delicious way. She felt everything inside her tighten, Satoru's burning gaze on her face and heard the rush of her own blood in her ears. Then the waves of her climax crashed over her and with Satoru's name on her lips, she let it wash over her.

Even as she tried to calm her frantic breathing, she felt him pull his fingers out of her and from her half-opened lids she could see him bring his fingers to his lips and his tongue cheekily licking her fluids. She couldn't explain what the contented humming from the depths of his chest was doing to her, but her hips were developing a life of their own. They jerked forward and when she pushed against his erection, they both couldn't suppress their moans.

Satoru's arms wrapped around her again. With her in his arms, he turned around in the lounge and set her down on one of the sofas shortly afterwards. She watched him as he frantically removed his trousers and boxer shorts and then stood over her again in just a few steps. He gently slid his hands up her legs before his fingers hooked into her panties and pulled them off. Then he pushed himself between her legs. He studied her for a moment as she lay beneath him. Her cheeks were positively glowing, her lips still swollen and her hair a little tousled. There was a hungry look in her eyes and for a moment he wondered if he should really do this. Whether he should tear down this last barrier. He could somehow justify everything so far and was even sure that Suguru would forgive him, but if he went any further now, he wasn't so sure anymore.

But everything inside him was screaming for him to do it. That he should finally claim her as his. And he couldn't suppress this urge any longer. Not when she was lying beneath him like this. Her leg wrapped around his hip, she now tried to pull him closer to her. To finally have him where she had wanted him all along.

She watched as he gripped his member tightly and thrust into his fist a few times. Completely subconsciously, her tongue slid over her lip as she watched a few drops emerge from his reddened tip and shimmer on his fingers in the soft light of the lounge. 

Then she felt him. He rubbed his thick tip lightly over her labia, letting it slide between them before finding his way to her clit and gently tapping it a few times. He could see that she was getting impatient. Her hips had started to move slightly again, as if she was finally trying to force him inside her. And sure enough, his tip slid easily to her entrance, pressing lightly into her as she pushed her hips towards him.

"Fuck baby," he gasped, "patience really isn't your strong suit."

Without giving her the chance to say anything back, he penetrated her. Slowly, inch by inch, he pushed himself into her, watching as her face first relaxed from a slightly pained expression and gave way to complete pleasure. As Satoru slowly found a rhythm for himself, her other leg also wrapped around his hip, helping her to push herself against each of his thrusts.

It became longer and longer, harder and harder. Made sure that she could no longer suppress the noises that were gathering inside her and gave them free rein. She greedily pulled him down to her so that his lips finally met hers again. His thrusts are not but quick, but each one hits that one spot inside her that makes her see stars.

Satoru pulled out of the kiss, only to lower himself instead and pull the soft skin of her breasts between his lips. Instantly, he began to suck on her skin. He didn't release the skin until he was satisfied with the bluish-purple color that stood out clearly against your skin. His mouth didn't seem to leave a single spot of her skin untouched until her entire neck and chest area was covered in his marks.

"Shit `Toru," she gasped as she tried to get any meaningful words out at all, while nothing but satisfied moans left her lips otherwise. "Faster. Please, just a little faster."

The typical confident grin reappeared on his face and she couldn't stop her breath from catching for a moment when she saw him like that. His hair, which was usually always neatly coiffed, was disheveled and hung partly in his eyes. His eyes, which were totally covered in lust, his pupils so large that there was hardly any of the beautiful blue left.

He breathed a quick kiss on her lips and while she braced herself for her next orgasm, he paused completely. Her moans echoed throughout the room. He had made her feel so good and for him to rip it away from her so suddenly now seemed almost unforgivable.

"Please, Satoru. Don't stop, please." She didn't care that she was begging him. Her legs, which were still wrapped around his waist, tried to pull him even closer.

Satoru grinned at her as he leaned down towards her. His lips brushed hers lightly. "How could I say no when you beg me so well baby?"

In the next moment, he had disengaged her legs from his waist. Instead, he forced them to tighten so they were wedged between their two bodies and her feet dangled over his shoulders. Then he thrust deep inside her. As she groaned, he began to thrust into her again. Faster this time. She didn't have the chance to brace herself and so she had no choice but to cling to him and accept every thrust.

He didn't stop with his rhythm and she was almost certain that it wouldn't take much to leave bruises.

She was about to come again and knew she would have to tell Satoru. But she couldn't do it. Not with the way he was fucking her senseless right now. Still, he seemed to know. And the way he rubbed his nose along her jaw and waited up to her ear, murmuring a soft "Let go baby," it didn't take much for her orgasm to overtake her again.

And as Satoru watched her mouth open in a silent scream, her body shaking and pushing up from the seat of the sofa, he enjoyed the way her walls clutched him. He continued to thrust into her until she slowly came down from her high and her body twitched slightly from the overstimulation. Then he withdrew until he was standing in front of the sofa again. She looked at him with some irritation, but before she had the chance to ask him what was going on, he pulled her up.

His lips found their way onto hers and she was only too happy to return the gentle pressure. She felt his fingers move down her body until they landed on her hips again. His body pressed against hers and she felt him slowly driving her forward. He slowly detached himself from her and looked at her for a moment. For a moment, she could see the smile that crept onto his face, then he turned her around with a jerk and pressed her against the glass front. The cold glass was a stark contrast to her heated skin. She felt goose bumps invade her body and arched her back to minimize contact with the glass. As a result, she pushed her bottom towards Satoru and he didn't take up the invitation. She felt him position himself behind her. He easily managed to sink himself back into her in just one move and then didn't give her any time to get used to it. Instead, he immediately set a relentless rhythm. His left hand was still holding her hip, helping him to stabilize her. His right hand, on the other hand, traveled up her waist in light touches, up the valley between her breasts until it found its place at her neck. He pulled her back until her head landed on his shoulder and couldn't help but grin when he noticed the look on her face. She had her eyes closed, her mouth was open and he could see a little saliva running out of the corner of her mouth. In any other situation, he would have teased her about it, but in this particular situation, he couldn't stop it from making him incredibly aroused. As a result, his grip tightened slightly. A moan escaped her and he felt her walls flutter and clutch him tightly.

"Shit baby, didn't think that would turn you on like that," he whispered in her ear before he began to nibble lightly on the skin of her neck.

Her panting breath made the glass fog up, but they could still look down on the dancing crowd. Her fingers curled into his hand around her neck, trying to somehow stabilize herself with his almost brutal thrusts and glad for his hand on her hip. She didn't know if she would be able to stay on her feet on her own.

"Tell me how it feels," he murmured in her ear, then let his tongue glide lightly over the shell of her ear. He felt the shudder that ran through her whole body. It took her a moment to even construct a usable sentence, but after a few attempts she succeeded: "Feels so incredibly good `Toru." Her eyes closed again as another breathless moan escaped her lips. "Feels like I'm about to come."

"Then let go baby."

His face buried itself in her neck, pressing her even further against the glass. She felt her breasts slide across the smooth surface as Satoru thrust into her relentlessly, fixated on making her come once more. She turned her head, trying to get him in her field of vision and then sought out her lips. He did her a favor, pressing his lips greedily against hers. She thrust her hips passionately against his, chasing towards her orgasm and he was only too willing to give his all.

Satoru lowered his head again a little and bit her shoulder, trying to sink himself even deeper into her than he already was as he pulled her hips back against his body in rhythm with his thrusts. Her name fell from his lips in an unbroken string of soft moans, vibrating through her body.

The same euphoric feeling invaded her body again, intensifying the pressure inside her body as Satoru now removed his hand from her neck and braced himself against the glass front.

She couldn't stop the call of his name as she felt the knot inside her finally burst. Her thoughts vanished into thin air and she couldn't help but stare down into the crowd of dancing people. Satoru's movements became even faster, filling her completely with every thrust. The tip of his member rubbed her G-spot repeatedly and effortlessly with each thrust, never failing to drive her over the edge.

A sound previously unknown to her escaped her lungs as Satoru continued to push against her body, his member throbbing incessantly inside her. She heard him panting close to her ear, knowing that it wouldn't be long before he was ready. And the next words were out before she could hold them back: "Come for me, Satoru, please." Desperation dominated her plea, barely audible through the constant sound of skin on skin.

"Please, I want you to pump me full. I want to feel it leaking out of me and..."

"Shit!" Satoru interrupted her plea. He felt everything inside him tighten. He had the feeling of being overrun by an avalanche. And shortly afterwards, she felt him splash her insides with white. Her name escaped him in a scream, his head fell into his neck. He thrust into her a few last times and they both felt some of him running down her leg and dripping onto the floor.

Satoru carefully pulled her back with him and helped her to take a seat on one of the sofas. And while she was still trying to calm her breathing, she watched him step behind the bar and look for something there. A short time later, he was back with her, knelt down next to the sofa and then carefully began to remove her mixed liquids. As he carefully rubbed her body with the napkin, he could see her eyes slowly but surely closing.

As quickly as he could, he straightened both her and his clothes, then picked her up in his arms and disappeared with her through the side door of the club. He carefully maneuvered her into the cab and then into her bed at the university before carefully sliding in next to her.

And while she slumbered peacefully next to him, he let his thoughts drift.

He knew that he had gone too far this time. He knew that he had taken advantage of the fact that she had drunk so much and trusted him. He also knew that he had probably destroyed at least one friendship and one relationship. He knew that Y/N would probably forgive him, but he didn't think Suguru would forgive him. But how was he supposed to say no. How could he have given up finally having her for himself and tasting her. And he would do it again. He had not yet tasted her fully.

[turn-my-hollow-purple]

1 AM

Warnings: nothing really explicit, but smut implied… dirty talk, mdni

This is what I decided to do instead of my homework 😔 please enjoy

What the fuck is that sound? Shoko thought to herself. It was a rhythmic tapping sound and it was annoying here to no end. It was one in the morning, her usual time she spent getting high instead of sleeping. She found more comfort in cigarettes and lighters than in actual sleep. 

The sound kept persisting and it was agitating Shoko to no end during her “self care time” which is what she called it. 

She left her room, cigarette in hand and she crept barefoot down the hall. The noise got louder as she approached Geto’s room, which was directly next to her room on the left. Pressing her ear to the door, she heard labored breathing and her jaw dropped. She couldn’t even begin to imagine what was going on in Geto’s room, the possibilities were endless and it made her gag silently. 

Now she was faced with the question… does she interrupt and tell Geto to stop whatever the hell he was doing…? Or did she leave it be? 

Shoko went with the former and knocked silently on the door. There was no response which made her queasy. She knocked again and then opened the door. 

Geto was on the floor, just wearing boxers and doing push-ups. He glanced up. 

“Oh sorry, Shoko. I didn’t see you there.” He stopped and stood up. “Everything alright?” 

Her mouth was slightly open as she glanced around the room. “What are you doing?” 

“Working out? I get embarrassed to do it during the day,” he mumbled, cheeks flushed slightly. 

Shoko laughed and took a puff of her cigarette. “Alright. It’s making the floor click in my room so if you could please hurry it up so I can continue my self care, that would be must appreciated.” 

Geto snorted. “Your self care is just getting high until you fall asleep.” 

“Yes, and? You’re distracting my zen,” she grumbled leaving the room and shutting her door. 

After Geto knew she was for sure gone he whispered “alright, c’mon Satoru, she’s gone.” 

Gojo climbed out from under Geto’s bed, completely naked, his cock hard, causing Geto to smirked. 

“Still hard after our little break?” 

Gojo snickered. “Your voice is just a turn on, Suguru. Now come here.” 

Geto made his way and pinned Gojo to the bed. “I’m gonna fuck you senseless, but I swear to god if Shoko comes in again because of you, you’re losing your privileges,” Geto groaned to Gojo.

[sugugasm]

LIKE A LOLLIPOP — FT. FUSHIGURO TOJI, NANAMI KENTO & GETO SUGURU

εїз summary — jjk men & what they like during a bj.

— εїз content warning — f! reader, blowjobs, praise kink, overstim, toji biting kink sorta??? use of pet names.

εїз notes — im so so sorry if this is all over the place, i had to give y’all a little something before getting swamped with homework :(( college is kicking my ass. i hope u all enjoy— and remember, reblogs & interactions are always appreciated !!!!

GETO SUGURU who likes it slow; your tongue moved smoothly from the base to the tip of him, making him throw his head back in pure bliss.

“aah—fuuuck, y/n,” he moans, resting his forearms on his forehead with his mouth held agape. at the beginning of your relationship, he used to be shameful of his loud pleads and whines, but sometimes he just couldn’t help it. your mouth felt too good, he could almost bust from the sounds of your slurping and sucking alone.

“shit, feel like m’ gonna’ cum, baby.” you pluck him from your mouth with a pop! sound before giggling and flashing an enthusiastic smile. he didn't believe there was anything else you could do to surprise him, but watching you get so giddy about sucking him up made him lose it.

“c’mon, geto. i wan’ it,” you say, slapping the tip onto your swollen lips repeatedly to get a reaction out of him. “don’t you wanna’ see me swallow every drop? c’mon n’ cum for me,” with a pout, you grab his cock quickly in your hand, jerking him rapidly. your name was being strainedly chanted from his lips as you watched his chest heave up and down as the volcano in his tummy erupted.

“gonna’ fuckin’ marry you,” he sighs, mind still clouded.

FUSHIGURO TOJI who surprisingly likes it when you use your teeth every once in a while. this all started during a heated quickie; due to a time crunch, you weren’t exactly being too mindful with your mouth. before he knew it, he felt strangely satisfied as he watched your pearly whites brush across the tender region of his tip by accident.

“ah—“ he hissed, forcing your head to rise in worry. you looked for a panicked look on his face but to your surprise you could only see him smirking down at you.

“do that again,” he utters.

“o-okay.”

you lowered your mouth back onto him and sucked some more, every now and then making your teeth graze the skin. it seemed as if the intensity of it all made toji reach his high faster.

“fuck— fuck yeah. keep goin’ m’ gonna’ cum,” he says, starting to push and fuck into your mouth as you sputtered and drooled all around him. you made sure to look into his eyes while willingly letting him have his way with you.

“love this fuckin’ mouth,” he grunts. with a few more thrusts, you could feel toji’s warmth spurt down your throat, the man’s moaning and hissing starting a pool between your legs. he eventually pulled out of your mouth leaving a suckle sound to escape your lips.

“tastes so good,” you moan, licking the sides of your mouth, “want some more.”

“don’t tempt me.”

NANAMI KENTO who loves when you keep going, even after he’s already cum.

“felt s’good, darling. always does,” he extols. spit and nanami’s mess painted your lips as you desperately tried to squeeze another one out of him, yet you still looked so stunning.

“gonna’ cum again? please, kento. i know you want to.”

as you licked and teased at his head, the hands that had earlier been on his stomach were now holding the armrests. every tiny suck sent a thrill through his already sensitive, swelling tip. nanami could feel his stomach begin to churn like it did a few moments ago, the overstimulation of your mouth on him felt almost too powerful for him to handle.

“fuck, fuck, fuck, y/n— m’ cumming. m’ cumming for you, my love— shit,” he whimpers, babbling and whispering sweet praises under his breath. you could almost laugh at how flustered he’d gotten; cheeks a light pink, nails clawing at the fabric of the furniture, and a pretty cock that still thumped in your grasp.

“i..love you.”

you giggle, “i know.”

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[roscgcld]

GOJOTWINS!AU || greatest gift

request: I have a request for the twin-sided-with-Geto AU if you're up for it (as angsty or as fluffy as you like)? As a last request, Y/N twin asks Satoru to look after his niece/nephew. A child that looks just like Geto but with his sister's eyes.

note: hmmm....I was more concerned between if I want to make it angsty or make it fluffy, since this idea was definitely interesting for me to explore. However! This definitely gave me some creative juices! The entire ‘jjk men as parents’ trope is honestly so cute >< I wish Gege showed more scenes of Geto with his two ‘daughters’ - domestic!Geto sounds so fucking hot 😣😣 but writing this also makes me want to write something like ‘the adventures of uncle gojo and his niece’

warning: spoilers for anime-only fans! proceed with caution

pronouns: she/her

gojotwins!au masterlist

“You need to finish your veggies, Rei-chan. You know the rules.”

The young girl that sat before Gojo pouts softly, crossing her tiny arms over her chest as she turns her puppy eyes up at the older man. Gojo looks down at the pouting girl, his own oceanic blue eyes were shining behind the darkly tinted sunglasses as the young girl - Rei, as she was named - tried to use her puppy eyes to get out form eating all the ‘tiny trees’ that sat on her bear themed child plate. 

From the outside you would assume that Gojo was probably just babysitting the toddler; the man is wearing an odd uniform in Japanese norms, but it is still certain that he is in school. And from the looks of things, he is definitely a young adult - no older than a college student, despite how good looking he was. And they were right to some extend; the young girl, besides the eyes, does not look like Gojo Satoru at all. 

But Gojo and Rei definitely shared a unique relationship than your average ‘babysitter and child’ one. “Come on, bunny - you gotta eat all the greens if you wanna grow big and strong like your daddy.”

At the mention of her father, Rei perked up immediately; yet immediately deflated at the sight of the broccoli that was held out to her by Gojo once more. Rei lets out a soft whine and a huff, yet she reluctantly leaned forward before she ate the broccoli; making a face at the taste of it on her tongue. “Not a fan, huh?”

“The tiny tree taste bad..,” Rei mumbles quietly as she finishes chewing her mouthful of broccoli, pulling another face that has Gojo chuckling quietly as he grabbed a napkin from the napkin dispenser to clean Rei’s chubby cheeks. “I know they do, bunny. But you gotta eat them to make sure you grow strong, right? You wanna be a sorcerer like me one day, don’t you?”

Geto Rei was not your average child; born with Gojo blood flowing through her veins, she is the ‘love child’ of Gojo Y/N and Geto Suguru; Gojo Satoru’s twin sister and her boyfriend. When Geto first went ‘rogue’ and kill the village he was sent to, Y/N had found out that she was pregnant with his child. She was sure it was his, since Y/N and him have been dating for about a year up to this point. There was no denying who the father was. And that terrified her; she was worried that the elders will do something bad to the child that was growing inside of her. 

Even if she is one of the strongest sorcerers of the century, she is still a woman first - and women who are to have kids outside of marriage, and with someone who isn’t approved by the elders of the clan, are just asking for trouble. And whilst she was sure she can take on whatever the elders will put her through, the thought of her unborn child having to deal with the leftover anger from her parents’ actions, to be brought up in a world where others would shun the little bean, was too much to bear. 

So, even with Gojo’s pleas for her to stay, Y/N had packed up and left without a trace for others to find her. Yet Gojo was certain she had upped and left so she can spend her ‘future’ with her boyfriend, even if she knows that their love story will only end in tragedy. So you couldn’t believe Gojo’s shock when he opened the door of his apartment one random night, having been roused from his slumber in the early mornings; only to find a baby sleeping peacefully in blankets placed at his doorstep. 

Pinned to the front of the baby’s blanket was a simple letter addressed to him, and immediately Gojo knew what the content of it was. There was no denying who the young baby, who Gojo found out was a baby girl, was either. Because in the morning, when the little youngster finally opened her eyes, were a pair of his very own Six Eyes staring up at him curiously as a thick and fluffy head of black hair surrounding her.

“Dear God...wait until ma and pa find out about this...”

That is how Gojo found himself today; third year college student quietly coaxing the young toddler to eat her veggies as they waited at a café for another two kids he had ‘adopted’ to get off from preschool. He was honestly questioning everything he is doing with his life right now. “Since you’ve been a good girl...maybe later, when ‘Gumi-nee and ‘Miki-nii come over, we order some ice cream~”

Just the mention of the frozen treat had the little girl perking up in excitement, causing Gojo to laugh as he gently rests a hand on her head; already being able to sense the waves of excitement that is coming from Rei. “But in exchange, you have to finish your veggies,” Gojo continues as he gestures towards the child plate before Rei; which held a few pieces of veggies from the small salad that came with her meal.

So that was how the Fushiguros found the two in the café, having grabbed some lunch whilst they waited for the two to get off from school. Rei, who looked over when the café doors were pushed open, perked up at the sight of the familiar duo walking towards them. Gojo just grinned and picked her out of her babychair before he sets her down on the ground, watching in amusement as Rei ran towards Megumi and Tsumiki on her chubby little feet.

Megumi, who was her target today, paused before he bends down to catch her as she stumbled into him; scowling over at the smirking Gojo who was still seated at the table. “Don’t worry Megumi-kun. I was 100% sure that you were going to catch her~,” Gojo called back teasingly, his grin only widening at Megumi’s annoyance as the young shikigami user made his way towards the table where Gojo was seated at once more. “Turn that frown upside down, Megumi-kun - try to be like Tsumiki-chan more, she’s super cute.”

Megumi just rolled his eyes as he settles down in a free seat, letting Rei cuddle up into the younger male whilst Tsumiki giggles at Gojo; who had reached over to playfully tug at her cheek. Soon though Gojo gestures for the two kids to order what they want for lunch before they go home; a habit of theirs now since Gojo cannot for the life of him cook. 

The one time he tried cooking...well...lets just say the kids have since begged for him to never attempt cooking ever again. 

Hence why, after a brief lunch and a brief visit to the grocery store, the four of them made their way back towards Gojo’s home. He had long since moved out from the apartment that he rented in the beginning, understanding how important it is for Megumi and Tsumiki to have their own private spaces to retire to after a long they. Because after all that they’ve been through and are going to be going through in the future as people touched by the jujutsu world, they are still growing kids first. So Gojo had invested in a nice home close that is close to the college, yet not too far away from the city where the kids might feel cut off from their friends on the outside. 

“Alright, time to get you into the shower,” Gojo grins at a giggling Rei, who he had set in her baby seat as he puts away the groceries; Tsumiki had offered to make some katsudon for everyone for dinner tonight. Hence the brief stop at the grocery store. Since it was still little early into the afternoon, the two Fushiguro children retired in their rooms to unwind and catch up with homework before preparing for diner. So for now, Gojo and Rei were alone once more. “Gotta make sure you’re cleaned up before your nap~”

Rei just giggles and smiles over at the older man, reaching her arms up so the man can carefully picked her up as he made his way towards his bedroom. It was a normal routine for him to give Rei a shower after coming home from the outside, worried that she was going to be carrying dirt and germs into her bed before she is laid down for her nap. So Gojo carefully filled the baby tub he set out inside his shower stall before he carefully filled it with warm water and bubbles; making sure the water was warm enough before he carefully strips Rei and sets her in the warm bath. 

Many people have questioned him before as to why he was taking care of her like she was his own child. Even though she is her niece, her parents are Curse Users; they defected from the jujutsu world in order to live in a life of crime. Or more so Y/N leaving behind her family and friends for something as feeble as her ‘love’ for Geto Suguru. Many people call her delusional, stupid, naïve - no one can picture just what was it that made her choose between the life on the run with Geto, for the luxurious life that the Gojo estate has, and still would, provide to her. Even after Rei was born.

However, to Gojo, he just knew she saw it differently. 

If there was one person who he can rely on completely, without having to fear of judgement, it was definitely Y/N. She was his twin sister, someone who ‘cursed’ with the same power as he was, and knows all the struggles and stress that comes with being ‘the strongest’. When she had found out she was pregnant, she was terrified - running into his room in the middle of the night with the positive pregnancy test in hand. She was scared shitless with the entire idea that she was going to be a teen mum alone.

And no matter how much Gojo had tried to reassure her that if Geto was here, he would be ecstatic with the idea that he was going to be a father, Y/N was inconsolable. She was terrified at the idea that not only would the baby will not have a father, they might even have to suffer through the stigma of having a parent that was a murderer in their world. Y/N was also going through it as well; it was clear as day that Geto was the last thing that was truly keeping Y/N sane. Although Gojo and her had a special bond, it was like Geto was that extra support that made sure both of the Gojo siblings were still staying strong. 

Maybe it was the stress of the idea that she was going to be called out by the elders of the clan, or her parents might be disappointed in her, or maybe the idea that she was going to be a teen parent itself officially cracked her. Gojo, to this day, isn’t 100% sure as to why Y/N chose to do what she did; chose to stay with Geto even though she knows that it will bring more stigma onto her daughter after she was born. 

At one point even Gojo had admitted to himself that she was naïve and selfish for choosing what she did instead of facing the brief music that will come from the adults in her life.

But as he playfully makes animal noises at a giggling Rei, Gojo hopes that Y/N rest easy knowing how many people loves Rei. How Shoko, Mei Mei, and even Utahime had essentially dubbed themselves as Rei’s godmothers and spoil her even more than he does; and that is saying a lot. Sure, the elders were not as welcoming to Rei, even more so because she was not carry the Gojo name on top of the fact that her parents were not married when they had her, were definitely not helping her case.

However, Rei was special. She was born her with her mother and uncle’s Six Eyes; and it was because of this that the elders have yet to officially cut Rei off from her surviving biological family. 

Whilst he was thinking back about everything, Gojo’s body went on autopilot as he bathe, dried, and dressed Rei like usual. He kept her occupied to the best of his abilities, but from the trip they had earlier today plus the grocery store trip, Rei was already nodding off when Gojo was blow drying her soft black hair. This caused him to smile as he carefully gathered the little girl in his arms, letting her curl up against his chest as he made his way towards his messy study desk. 

Even if he is a sorcerer and taking care of 3 young kids, he still needs to do mundane things like homework before he can fully graduate from Jujutsu Tech. And as much as he wants to just cuddle Rei and sleep as well - he’s been putting off this essay for about 3 days now. And its due date is tomorrow; so he has to get cracking on this essay if he wants to be eligible for the final exam this year.

“I wish I can live as carefree as you do, Rei-chan,” Gojo mumbles quietly to the young girl in his arms, glancing down at her sleeping features as she rests her ear above his heart. It was quite jarring honestly, since the little girl looked like one of his best friends, Geto Suguru. A man who he sometimes wish late into the night that he had made a better effort into reaching out to when they are at their lowest.

Gojo knew that the death of Riko had effected all of them in their own ways; and although Gojo had asked Geto a few times if he was alright, he just wished he tried harder. Maybe if he wasn’t so full of himself, that he tried to spot more of the chances in Geto’s behaviour - just maybe, he might still be here right now. He would be the one who witnessed Rei saying her first words (it was ‘dog’ because of Megumi’s Divine Dogs that he lets out at home), to her standing up on her own for the first time, to her first steps. 

Gojo felt guilty for being the one to witness all of her firsts when her parents should be the one to do that.

“I hope you know just how much your parents love you, bunny,” Gojo mumbles quietly to the sleeping toddler in his arms as he cuddles her closer, his somber eyes watching her tiny back as it rose and fell with each one of her deep breaths. “I know you don’t really understand things now, but I hope you do not grow up resenting your parents for giving you away before you even have a chance to know them. Your mother is a brave woman; she knew what she had to do in order to ensure that you’d get to live a fair and comfortable life.”

Only silence greeted Gojo after his soft admission, yet all that did was make Gojo let out a brief chuckle through his nose. “She may call me a dumbass, but she trusted me enough to know that there was no way I am going to let you fend for yourself in this cruel world,” He hums as he reaches up to stroke her chubby cheek ever so slightly, a soft and fond smile tugging against the corner of his lips at how Rei just cuddled closer to him in her sleep. 

“Because at the end of the day, you’re the greatest gift that has ever been gifted to all of us.”

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[sixeyesgojo]

JJK characters with their newborns

Summary: The birth of their child brings forth sparkling stars in their irises.

Characters: Gojo, Toji, Nanami, Megumi, Yuji, Geto

Content warning: childbirth (nothing explicit)

A/N: minor characters are aged up || request + a birthday present for my dear friend @assbuttbaek

Happy birthday ♡ I love you so much! Hope you have a good one (tell me all about it hehe)

Gojo Satoru

Satoru couldn’t keep still at all, until the doctor called for him.

“My little baby girl,” he cooed with such a tender voice, “Daddy can’t wait to get to know you and spoil you rotten. We might need to run from Mommy sometimes but it’s okay, I’ll protect you at all costs.”

The first time he saw his newborn daughter... it was as if lightning struck him. The warm feeling spread throughout his entire body. It got even worse when the doctor told him to hold the baby.

Like a wildfire, the joy intensified tenfold and he couldn’t contain the happiness on his face. Perhaps it was the brightest and most genuine smile anyone had ever seen on his face.

Then he turned to you, his wife. The look on his face made it evident just how happy he was.

“Sorry honey, but I think I already love this one more than you.”

Geto Suguru

“Three girls? Gosh, I can already see my hair turning white,” he joked. He was trying his best to sound cool and collected but it was impossible. Suguru’s body shook slightly but he wouldn’t ever allow his body to let go of the small bundle in his arms. One look was enough to make the overwhelming feeling of joy take over and soon, tears were brimming in Suguru’s dark eyes.

He swore not to cry but heck, that was easier said than done. His heart was about to break out of its cage, it was beating that hard.

To him, even finding someone like you was a miracle itself. Never ever did he imagine having a family, considering the dangerous path he had decided to take.

The gaze in his eyes was so tender as he looked at the baby in his arms. Mimiko and Nanako would finally have a little sibling to take care of.

Fushiguro Toji

Wasn’t that dangerous? The fact that his hands could easily crush this tiny creature with his bare hands? No, no, he couldn’t afford to have dark thoughts like these. Not when he was blessed to be able to hold the little infant in his strong arms. Toji might have spent years, crafting a tough image of himself, but for his family, he would always be a big soft-hearted man. Truthfully, they were his one and only weakness but also the biggest gift given by God.

“Megumi. His name is Megumi.” For the first time in a while, Toji’s face didn’t display the neutral facial expression he usually put on around others.

“Sir, what shall his name be?” the doctor asked. A son.

It took him a moment to register that someone talked to him, he was that mesmerized by the little human made out of his own and his wife’s love.

Toji could already tell after a few minutes of spending time with his son. This little bundle of joy will undoubtedly turn Toji’s world around.

Megumi, his personal blessing.

Nanami Kento

He couldn’t wait to dive into this life, the domestic life. Couldn’t wait to do all the things a dad does. Bake bread with his child, teach them how to play various games, help them doing their homework, fight off talk to other parents if it concerned his little one, be a good role model.

The small baby in his arms stirred and cried out; Kento felt like it was the most rewarding thing to hear in this moment. He was willing to work much harder if it meant that this little one would have a good life.

All of these thoughts were in his head when he first held his newborn baby. A sudden wave of gratefulness flooded his heart. He wasn’t someone who cries but somehow, this situation got him extra emotional.

Was it like this for everyone?

Maybe work wasn’t so shit, after all.

Fushiguro Megumi

This man. You had to only look at him and you knew. To anyone else in the room, his face might have seemed like a pokerface. That was an entirely other matter when you looked at him though. You definitely noticed the way his lips twitched every now and then, the way his eyes softened, the way he tried to keep his emotions in.

He didn’t need to express anything with his face at all. You knew and that was enough for you.

Once upon a time, he was so sure he wouldn’t be able to save anybody and therefore not be rewarded with anything good in life - unfairness was all he knew - but now? His life had taken such a turn, in the best way possible and all he could do was thank you and this new life the two of your brought into this world.

Megumi took your hand into his big one, stroking it tenderly while his other arm held the baby securely. “Thank you so much,” he mumbled softly.

“‘s my pleasure, ‘gumi,” you replied, exhausted from the labor.

Itadori Yuji

“This is really...?” Yuji was baffled. It didn’t click in his head yet. Although the doctor already confirmed it several times, Yuji couldn’t help but ask again and again. It was unbelievable to him - but in the best way.

It wasn’t until you’ve had it with his antics and confirmed it yourself, yes, this is his kid and yes, he is a dad.

Then, his brain seemed to acknowledge it, judging from the way his face beamed and his lips stretched into a child-like grin. The man couldn’t contain the happiness in his body as he jumped around the room, screaming out praises and “Yahoo!”s (until he was reminded that noise could possibly disturb the baby).

When he finally calmed down, you could see the stars in his eyes as he touched the sleeping baby’s hand. “Look look, it’s sooooooooooo small!” he whisper-shouted. The excitement of this man never quite went away.

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[violettelueur]

GOJO SATORU || I’M GOOD

| featuring : gojo satoru ft. yaga masamichi from jujutsu kaisen

| warnings : grammar errors, but other than that n/a

| form : imagine

| word count : 903

| published : 14 december

| request : Hello! i really love your work!! could i request a gojo x reader where both of them are in a meeting with principal yaga and gojo keeps making jokes and silly faces to you making you giggle and laugh which encourages him to do it more, and so principal yaga had enough and just ended the meeting because of you two.

| barista’s notes : hey hey hey~ today you will be getting two updates which is this little imagine of gojo satoru as well as a headcanon that will be involving Itadori Yuji and Fushiguro Megumi ʕ≧ᴥ≦ʔ usually there would be 3 but i had a really busy day with homework and catching up on some classes i had missed, other than that i hope you enjoy your order of a cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request!) and i hope you come back soon! ʕ •ᴥ•ʔゝ☆

You were struggling, you really were.

Taking a deep breath, you slowly lifted your head back up again only to suddenly be face to face with another funny face that your colleague, as well as boyfriend, was showing you, causing you to cover your mouth before looking away trying not to laugh in front of Principle Yaga.

At this current moment in time, you were in a meeting with both your previous teacher - now turned school principal Yaja Masamichi as well as your boyfriend - the strongest jujutsu sorcerer within this generation - Gojo Satoru. However, much to Yaga’s dismay, this little meeting was not going according to plan like he had hoped for.

For once, Gojo managed to come in on time due to him hearing about you going to be involved in this little meeting, meaning after a busy few weeks that you had been away from the school, he was finally able to see you again after a long time. On the other hand, he knew that you were going to be extremely tired from your constant long trips so he wanted to make sure you got as much rest as you needed before the next day - even if that meant he had to disrupt the meeting in any way possible.

“Hey~ hey~ don’t you think it’s a bit weird that Yaga-sensei’s dolls look really cute but when you look at him?” Gojo cheekily asked as he pointed at the stern man, to which only led to the sudden reaction of you laughing out loud in complete hysteria.

“Satoru, stop stop stop, my stomach hurts too much, stop stop stop!” you shouted at him as you waved your hand in front of him to emphasise your command. You couldn’t hold it in anymore. You had to let out the laughter that was manifesting within you since the whole meeting started.

In your heart, you knew you were supposed to act serious and stern since this was a meeting with the principal, but you couldn’t help but encourage your boyfriend with his constant jokes with your laughter and smile. You couldn’t lie, you have no idea when was the last time you laughed this whole month. You were so constantly busy with missions that were given to you as well as you being called for back-up for other sorcerers, you haven’t realised how stiff you've gotten in such a short amount of time.

On the other hand, principal Yaga was getting frustrated with the situation on both his old students messing about during an important meeting with jokes and laughter filling the air. However, he wouldn’t help present a small smile at the scene in front of him, it was like back when you and Gojo were just jujutsu students with Geto and Ieiri - back before everything went down in your third year. However, for now, he would appreciate the small bright happy moment that was happening right now in front of him.

“Satoru, Y/N, since you two are not taking this seriously, I’m cancelling the meeting, for now, you both better be more serious at the next meeting,” Yaja informed you and Gojo with a deep stern tone, before standing up from his seat as he made his way towards the exit. Yet, before he walked through the door, he slightly turned back to look at the both of you to once again see the scene that he might not see again.

“Satoru, you idiot, why were you doing all those things during the meeting? What if it was really important you know?” you whined before coughing slightly from the constant laughter caused by the man in front of you.

“Ah~ Don’t worry about that, also aren’t you tired from your last mission honey~ from what I can recall, you had to come straight here after it right?” Gojo asked in a slightly concerned tone causing you to send him a little smirk before teasingly asking, “oh~ is the great Gojo Satoru worried about me?”

Usually, Gojo would counter back with another tease of his but it seemed like he wasn���t in the mood at all this time as he slowly reached over to grab your hand before interlocking his fingers with yours. Softly smiling, you lightly sighed before looking straight at your boyfriend, “don’t worry, I’m fine. I can’t lie, the last few weeks have been tough but not too tough, but overall, I’m good,” you then explained, trying to somewhat ease his worries which seemed like it did once you felt his grip on your hand loosen but not fully releasing your hand at all - like he didn’t want to at all.

“As long as you’re good then I’m fine with that.” Gojo quietly stated as he continued to stare down at your connecting hands. 

From his tone, you could instantly tell that he had been worrying for some time. But for how long? You knew that he knew you were completely capable of defending yourself since you were one of the five special grade sorcerers known in this generation right now. However, from what you could figure out. Gojo was just simply worried as a boyfriend rather than a sorcerer.

“How about you babe? Are you okay?” you asked in a matching quiet tone with a soft smile on your face which lead the white-haired shaman to look up at you before smiling back.

“Yeah, I’m good honey~”

[seoafin]

i’m just a silhouette

a/n: I have nooo idea what this is i just couldn’t get the idea of geto in that memory loss au out of my head and this is the result ig....

This is not a Grade 1 Curse, you think as you swiftly lop off the curse's head. You dart backwards, avoiding the head as it crashes to the temple floor, the rest of the body following suit.

Something is wrong. You were sure the assignment had said Grade 1. The curse you just exorcised couldn't have been more than a Grade 3 at most.

And then you sense it.

Cursed energy. From behind the pillars towards the entrance of the temple, towards the base of the stairs, a short distance from where you stand. Your gaze scans the entrance, anticipating the slightest movement. There's someone there, just beyond, lying in wait.

"Come out," you call, your voice reverberating around the room.

You hear the clap of geta sandals against steps as a man reaches the top of the stairs. Dressed in traditional monk's robes, there's an almost serene, self-assured, quality to his movements. At the same time, you are at once struck by his dominating presence, too reminiscent of someone else you know.

It's too dark to see his face clearly. It's late. Too late at night for you to have taken this mission, but it been on the way home, anyway.

Anything to avoid Gojo for a little while longer.

You hear your name. "It's been a while."

"Do I...no..." You straighten, brows furrowing as you try to perceive the man in the dark. In one sudden swoop, you aim your katana in the man's direction. "Did I know you?"

He takes a few steps forward, out of the shadows and into view, the moonlight casting its glow on his face, and your eyes narrow.

His face is unreadable as he stares at you, but his gaze is too familiar, too intimate, in the same manner he said your name, and it unsettles you.

He repeats your name.

You know this man.

"Geto Suguru," you say slowly, in a level tone, gauging him. You knew the details. You saw the pictures. Days long past filled with smiles and laughter and companionship. Even if you didn't recognize the girl in the photos, maybe if you stared long and hard enough at the girl's smile, you'd be able to feel something akin to the warmth and affection plainly written on her face.

It never worked.

He's still staring, waiting, observing.

You don't know what to think of the way he looks at you.

"You are...a Curse User to be executed on sight, responsible for the deaths for 112 villagers and more—" under jujutsu regulations, I’m supposed to execute you "—we went to Jujutsu Tech together and," you lower your katana, "...we knew each other."

The faint surprise on his face is unmistakable.

"It's worse than I thought," he muses, dark eyes latched onto yours. "You really don't remember anything?" Outwardly, he is curious, but his eyes are calculating. You are reminded of Gojo, always joking, always scrutinizing. Probing disguised as casual comments and questions.

Then they stopped.

You stay silent, an answer in itself. He takes a step closer and you tense, katana picking up.

Geto raises his hands, and if he's trying not to look threatening, it's not exactly working. He's a tall man, built with muscle that his bulky robes cannot hide, and an ex special grade and —they used to be the strongest— his cursed technique could easily overwhelm you if you weren't cautious. He has the advantage. Long range attacks were your weakness. First you'd need to close the distance, get your hands on him—

"I'm not here for a fight, not with you." A deceivingly friendly smile. "Just for a talk. Besides, I'm in no mood to get frozen."

—freeze people, like in time?

not exactly—

Give her some space to breathe, would you?

C'mon Suguru, she can stop time! Nice timing! I forgot to do my homework too. Hey, could you freeze Yaga—

You give into the voices in your head, sudden pain slamming into your temples at full force, and you squeeze your eyes shut. The katana clatters to the floor as images rapidly play in your head, snapshots, so quickly that you cannot discern any of them. Just vivid images and voices and clapping getting louder and louder and louder—

You hear your name. Geto. There's a serious cut to his voice. Then again.

Hands grip your shoulders and your eyes shoot open.

He looks unusually severe, maybe even worried. There are no traces of the smile or casual air that have characterized the last couple of minutes.

You stare up at him blankly. Then tilt your gaze down to his hands. They fall away.

He's right in front of you.

112 villagers. More jujutsu sorcerers since then. His list of crimes run long. If there was anything you came to find out following the days of your memory loss, it was how the name Geto Suguru hung over the jujutsu world.

112 villagers.

112 villagers.

112 villagers.

why....d..i.........y...u.......

I don't want to die.

Your fingers flex, searching for the weight of your katana as your head throbs. You could freeze him. Right now. Then you could call Gojo. But that would be unfair. A gut feeling that tells you that the last thing you'd want now is for Geto and Gojo to meet. To engage in a fight. For some inexplicable reason, you think it would hurt them both.

And you don't want that.

But as it stands, you don't think you can bring yourself to kill this man. Not as you are. Not when your ears ring with a cacophony of voices and incessant clapping, and you can barely see straight.

Maybe he's counting on that. Or something more, like the friendship you once shared.

There's silence as you hold his gaze, something unfathomable in those depths. And then his eyes trail down your face and linger, face momentarily softening as if caught in a memory.

"Geto," you say his name, to reign back control of the conversation after your momentary show of weakness. You should be scared, hyper-aware of any movements that might indicate a change in mind.

Instead you wonder what he could possibly want with you. You are not the person you once were.

You don't...think you are anyway.

Maybe he's feeling nostalgic, like you think Gojo is. The sunglasses he wears can't conceal how he carefully watches you, speaks to you with words that are pre-selected and fine-tuned and fake, or how he looks bitterly resigned sometimes. You hate it. Or him. Or disappointing him.

You don’t know. It makes your head hurt.

Geto takes his time. "I've come with a proposition," he finally says, eyes returning to yours.

A proposition? You blink. There is nothing you can give him, nothing you have to offer him. Jujutsu sorcerers like you are a dime a dozen. Your cursed technique was useful, but not for much.

But this...as much as you hate it, feels familiar, an intense feeling of deja-vu washing over you as you stare at him. He’s so close that all you can see and feel is him, body nearly encompassing yours. Your nerves are strung tight, anticipating, and you don’t know why. You swallow.

That enigmatic smile is back on his face, fond, and in the moonlight he looks deceptively harmless, eyes luring you into a sense of false calm.

"This time...won't you choose me?"