#Gojo Suguru x Black OC

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Magnolia - Chapter Thirteen

Rating: Explicit Media: Jujutsu Kaisen Pairing(s): Geto Suguru x Original Female Character, Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru x Original Female Character Additional Tags: Vampire AU, Dark Themes, Implied/Referenced Rape and Mutilation, Polyamory, Slow Burn, Smut

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Summary:

"Did you know, Lia? A heart has room to love more than one person in a special way."

"You say that now," she murmurs. "But your feelings might change."

Suguru bites back a sigh. He doesn't want her to think he's annoyed with her, because he isn't. He is frustrated at his inability to convince her of something he knows it will take time for her to see on her own.

"Maybe," he concedes, even though he's tempted to tell her what he knows is true: that it is very unlikely his feelings will change. "But until they do, I want you to stay." He offers her a smile, one that is just as tender as the hundreds of others he's given her before. "So can you do that for me, Lia? Can you stay?"

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Chapter Thirteen: The Heart Recalcitrant

“I want you to stay.”

His words are muffled into her sweater. She’s still holding him, cradling his head close to her chest, her fingers absently working their way through his hair. He finds it soothing.

“I know it sounds awfully selfish of me,” Suguru continues, raising his head to look up at her. “To tell you what I want without even asking you if you want it too. But I don’t want you to go.”

Lia tries to ignore the way her breath hitches in her chest at what he’s said… the way her heart reaches out with both hands to cling to the hope those words have given her. “Are you sure?” She asks quietly, her gaze sliding away from him and landing somewhere across the room. “Satoru’s back and you--- you don’t need me now that he’s here.”

His brows furrow. “Is that what you think?” 

“Well… he was always going to come back,” she points out with a shrug that’s much too nonchalant for the subject matter and what she’s feeling right now. She knows, however, that her voice is trembling and that negates her attempt to be casual. Still, she continues. “I knew that he would come back someday, and I just figured that when he did, you two would pick up where you left off and…” She trails off, unsure how to finish the thought. 

She won’t look at him. He wishes that she would. 

There is an ache in his chest, one he knows is not tied to the feelings that memories of Nanako and Mimiko evoke. This ache is altogether different, connected directly with her. What she’s said - he knows that’s not how she really feels. He can see by the set of her jaw and the tight line of her lips that she doesn’t believe the words she’s let come out of her mouth. 

And it makes him sad, knowing that her words are reminiscent of the Lia of a year ago. The Lia he’d found bleeding and dying in the woods, the one who was determined to welcome death because she felt she didn’t fit anywhere in life. That is the source of the ache in his chest, and he will be damned if he lets that woman come back and overtake the one she’s worked hard to change herself into.

He sits up properly to face her and to force her to face him. “Having Satoru back and wanting you to stay aren’t mutually exclusive, you know.” He speaks softly to her, the way he always does. “Did you know, Lia? A heart has room to love more than one person in a special way.”

“You say that now,” she murmurs. “But your feelings might change.”

Suguru bites back a sigh. He doesn’t want her to think he’s annoyed with her, because he isn’t. He’s frustrated at his inability to convince her of something he knows it will take time for her to see on her own. 

“Maybe,” he concedes, even though he’s tempted to tell her what he knows is true: that it is very unlikely his feelings will change. “But until they do, I want you to stay.” He offers her a smile, one that is just as tender as the hundreds of others he’s given her before. “So can you do that for me, Lia? Can you stay?”

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Does the heart grieve on, After its grief is gone Like a slow ship moving Across its own oblivion? Heart! Heart! Do you not know That I have conquered pain, Have parted from my woe? That my proud feet have found their path again, After the pathless heights-long after- And that my hands have learned to bless Their overflowing emptiness, My lips grown reconciled to laughter? -Leonora Speyer, The Heart Recalcitrant

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There is nothing remarkable about this woman, Satoru thinks. 

Sure, she is pretty… but pretty women are a dime a dozen, and he knows that has never been the sort of thing that turns Suguru’s head anyway.

Besides that, there is nothing flashy about her, nothing that stands out and demands attention. She moves into, out of, and through the spaces of their home without being noticed, without making her presence known. She doesn’t take up space. She acquiesces. She is quiet and calm, a book with a nondescript cover, a book Satoru isn’t quite sure how to open. 

Even now, after weeks of him being there, she’s still reserved around him. Satoru doesn’t think it’s because she’s afraid of him. It feels more like caution, or the apprehension that she will say or do something wrong.

“She’s boring,” he complains one day, as he stands at the kitchen window and watches her. She’s sitting under the branches of the magnolia tree as she so often does, a book in her lap and a mug of tea next to her. “She doesn’t do anything.”

Suguru moves to the window to join him, his gaze following Satoru’s to where Lia is sitting. “Is she supposed to?”

“I don’t know. It feels like she should.” Satoru shrugs. 

“Satoru… She’s not here to entertain you,” the other man says reproachfully. “She’s a person with her own interests. Maybe you should try to find out what some of those interests are.”

“She likes that tree and she likes reading. Those are her interests.”

“Those aren’t her only interests,” Suguru points out. “I think you’d be surprised at some of the things the two of you have in common.”

“Oh?” This seems to pique Satoru’s own interest. “Like what?”

“Don’t be lazy.” The smile that accompanies those words is smug and knowing. “If you want to know, you have to find out for yourself.”

“How am I supposed to do that?”

Suguru’s eyes drift to the window again, and he laughs as he looks a little closer at the book in Lia’s lap. “You could start by asking her what she’s reading.”

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Her tea has long since gone cold, neglected in favor of the story she’s now fully invested in. She’s so engrossed in the pages of the book that she doesn’t even hear the back door open and close; nor does she hear footsteps crunching over autumn leaves as Satoru makes his way towards her. 

It isn’t until he’s standing right over her that she notices him. She barely has time to register the surprise she feels before he’s settling himself at the other end of the blanket spread out beneath her. 

Cautiously, she looks up at him. “Hi,” she offers after a moment. Her eyes are slightly guarded, the way they always are when she speaks to him. 

“Yo.” He cocks his head to the side, looking at the cover of the book in her hand. “You like that one?”

And just like that, her entire face lights up, the shield that had been there just a moment ago dropped and forgotten. Her eyes are shining as she leans forward excitedly. “It’s so good! Have you read it?”

Oh, he thinks. So that’s what she looks like when she’s excited about something. He’s slightly dismayed to find himself a bit stunned, stunned enough that there’s a lag in his brain’s processing time when she asks him the question. He recovers quickly though, flashing her a grin. “Not in a very long time. And probably never again.”

Crestfallen, she leans back again. He feels a little guilty about being the reason the light has left her eyes. “Oh… did you not like it?”

“Nah, I loved it… but it took me twenty-seven months to write it,” he adds casually, “and by the time it was all done, I swore I’d never look at it again.”

She stares at him with those big brown eyes. 

Then she blinks hard at him. 

He can see the exact moment when his words sink in and she processes what they mean. He sees the way her chest rises beneath the oversized hoodie she’s wearing as she takes a deep breath in preparation to speak. 

“You wrote this?” He barely has time to nod before she’s opening her mouth again, and suddenly the questions come pouring out of her like water from a faucet. “Where did you get the inspiration? Was this based on a true story? Did you write it all in one go in twenty-seven months, or did you take breaks? How did you come up with your pen name? Wh--” She stops herself mid-question, clapping her free hand over her mouth as her eyes go wide. “I’m sorry,” she says quietly. “I didn’t mean to bombard you with questions. It’s a bad habit of mine---”

“You shouldn’t apologize for things you don’t need to apologize for,” he laughs. “Isn’t that what Suguru always tells you?”

She’s staring at him again. This time, there is nothing guarded in her expression - he can see clearly the curiosity and excitement there, and the effort she’s making to hold herself back. 

“I don’t mind answering all your questions, but it’s chilly out here,” he starts, rising to his feet and holding out his hand. “You should come inside - your tea’s probably cold too, and Suguru has got the fire going.”

Hesitantly, she reaches up and takes the hand he’s offering, letting him pull her to her feet. “Thank you,” she says, when he helps her gather her things. 

“Yep.”

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Manspread (drabble)

Just look at the way he {sits}

Geto will purposely manspread  to get a rise out of you. He’ll be slightly slouched, legs spread as far as possible, a subtle smirk on his face and nothing but audacity in his mind.

The first few times he did it was pure instinct, it's how he was comfortable and sometimes did it so Satoru couldn't sit too close. Everybody knows that for a man who can't be touched he surely enjoys invading personal space.

“Suguru i don't care how big you think your dick is close your legs” followed by an eye roll as you plop down on the crowded train seat next to him scrunched in between his thick thighs and the metal railing.

“Wanna find out sweetheart” he smirks, running a tongue over his bottom lip.

“Ill pass on the disappointment” you fake gag before stealing one of his pretzels bites and going into a conversation with Shoko who’s sitting across from you fidgeting with a lighter

And every point from then on he makes it a mission to tease you, train rides, cafes even study sessions. And as of recently your home.

“So you don't want to do my hair?” He asks head leaning over the back of your couch his hair thats been growing unusually long draped over his broad shoulders, still manspread, with his expensive hair products.

And with a sigh you walk to stand in front of him, his head following you as he does bangs falling in his eyes still framing his face perfectly. He almost missed it its quick there's a certain look in your eye as you watch him manspread but its not anger.

It was long enough for him to build a theory and test it.

The next time he sees you is a house party someone from a neighboring college had thrown that he knew for a fact you’d be there

He's sitting manspread, both arms resting on the top of the couch black compression shirt stretched deliciously around his biceps and slightly raised showing a sliver of his torsi black sweats doing very little to hide any bulge or thigh muscles but it was his hair. All of his glorious locs not in his usual bun cascading down his shoulders and chest as he laughs at something Gojo tells him.

Its like your feet have a mind of their own and you begin walking to him this time he doesn't miss the glint in your eyes no matter how much he keeps looking at your pretty brown thighs in that extra short mini skirt.

“Hey sweetheart” and it's a challenge he's not closing his legs to make room for you, even stopping Satoru from moving over to make room.

But there's a reason you fit so perfectly into their trio, you never backed down from a challenge. In a split second you're sitting on his thigh propping your legs up comfortably on his opposing thigh. You looked like an absolute bratz doll in comparison to his big muscular size. His hand instantly finds your lower back to offer you support but you've already wrapped an arm around his shoulder.

Suguru thinks he's won and you two don't even recognize the silence you've created from everyone in a one foot radius of you. That is until you take that same arm wrapped around his shoulder to move some of his hair back and out of his face tucking it behind his shoulder cupping his chin with a cute smile before turning back to the group.

Did you just—? His whole face is red. There was no way he was winning and with a simple action he was down like this. Down bad for you. Nanami lets out an awkward cough and Gojo is quick to offer him aid only to trip spilling his beer on him being the lightweight he is causing them to bicker.

Suguru takes the time to admire you while everyone else is focused on the two bickering. The perfect french tip on your toes, the gold anklet that matches the toe ring, how toned your brown legs are, the scattered moles and what he thinks is a dragon tattoo that crawls deliciously under that long belt you call a skirt.

Your soft giggles pull him from his thought process and he notices nanami has actually gotten physical with Gojo and he should probably break it up but your fingers glide up the nape of his neck nails gently scratching his scalp before tangling in a soft grip with a light tug.

The slight gasp…groan… dare he say whine? That you pull from him that’s only loud enough for you to hear lets him know that he’s completely putty in your hands. He kind of wanted you to do it again, maybe even pull a little harder and as if you could hear his thoughts you send him a wicked smirk paired with a devious wink before turning back.

Now Suguru has a new reason to manspread anything to get you back in his lap to play with his hair to mold him as if he’s your putty. Oh and you take the bait every time enjoying sitting in his lap loving when he drops one arm down to circle your waist or when he wants your attention or he’s ready to leave he’ll wrap both arms around your waist setting his chin on your shoulder.

It's when you two finally make it back to his place, he spreads his legs wide as your mouth spreads from being split open on his dick  eyes rolling back. He keeps one hand on your waist and grins as you use his chest for balance.

“I think i love having your legs spread as much as you love when mine are”

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‘ HELL HATH NO FURY LIKE A BLACK WOMAN SCORNED. ’

₊˚♱ a one night stand finds suguru getou awakening into a blood thirsty vampire. desperate for information on this newfound mystery, he pursues a woman by the name of vice persephome, whom he’s concerned over his magnetism towards. as secrets slowly reveal, getou finds himself falling into the involuntary trap of the persephome bloodline.

𑄽𑄺 pairing; vampire!getou x black!fem oc.

𑄽𑄺 genre(s); vampire, fantasy, erotica.

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𑄽𑄺 contents; 20+, mature themes, lowercase intended, vulgar language, smut, vampirism, violence, murder/death, generational curse, drug & alcohol usage, original characters aside from getou + satoru, dom/sub dynamics, angst, humor, obsessive and possessive tendencies, + more warnings will be added later on.

INDEX.

part one. two. three. four. five. six. seven. eight. nine. ten. eleven. twelve. thirteen. fourteen. fifteen. sixteen. seventeen. eighteen. nineteen. twenty.

CAST.

VICE PERSEPHOME

GETOU SUGURU

SATORU GOJO

ALANI HAZEL

ARDEN PERSEPHOME

REED ANGELO

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“Sister, there is another curse the locals are screaming about. He’s been burning a few villages, and the casualties have been so horrifying, it’s starting to alert the Gojō Clan.” A soft and blunt tone slightly echoed throughout an empty castle. Ryojin stood, arms folded and eyes shut, mirroring the cursed spirit seated on the throne beside him.

“Is that so?” The reply was a whisper, a hint of disinterest lingering. She couldn’t fathom a reason to care; the sorcerers are always quick to exorcise a threat. The woman, the curse, opened one of her closed eyes to gaze at her brother. 

He hums in response, “He seems to be making a name for himself. I would like to meet him.” His proposal caused Akuryo to tilt her head a bit. For what?

She sighed and waved him off, “For what, Ryo? Those puny sorcerers will get rid of him by the end of the today.” 

“That’s the thing, sister, they’re scared of him! He’s killed every last one that’s tried to exorcise him!” Both of his eyes widened as a bright, deranged smile began forming on his face. He laughed maniacally; he was excited. And it just hit Akuryo that she couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen him this happy. Now, her interest is piqued.

He goes on, “I’d like to fight him. Do you think he’s stronger than me?” His tone was smug as if he already knew the answer.

She stays silent for a moment, stronger than him? Akuryo’s cursed energy was insurmountable, and to be entirely fair, she was so humble about it. The spirit was callous, responsible for the death of a quarter of the world’s population. She went global- outside of Japan entirely. 

She was a force to be reckoned with, and she couldn’t be stopped. She refused. And her brother, Ryojin, became a curse user all too quickly. 

The many sorcerers, from the Kamo Clan, the Zenin, the Inumaki, Fujiwara- hell, she even managed to get the Gojō clan to realize she was a severe threat to their survival; it was almost pitiful how they all failed to exorcise her. 

It was as if they weren’t the strongest sorcerers of their time. They couldn’t touch her, and she barely had to use her cursed techniques. Akuryo kept this in mind as she contemplated Ryo’s question. While he belonged to no clan, his cursed energy was almost on the same level as hers. Almost. 

She had half a mind to kill him for it, but she refused to lose the only person who cared about her; that human part of her had never left. 

“No,” She replied earnestly and huffed out a breath before she began again, “However, I’d like to find out. Shall we?” 

Ryo tried. He did, but he noticed he managed to get Akuryo interested. Despite his efforts, he couldn’t suppress the chilling laughter that erupted as soon as his sister spoke. The sound echoed through the vacant castle, startling nearby crows. A real challenge, he prayed to himself it would be. And a real challenge it will be.

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They strolled, following the sound of screams that grew louder the closer they got. She began to sense his potent, overwhelming energy, and for the first time in decades, a faint smile adorned her beautiful ebony features. She wasn’t one to hand out praise so quickly, but even she couldn’t deny how formidable his entire aura was.

She could tell he wasn’t stronger than her. He had the potential to surpass her power if one day she happened to die; she could also make out that much. The thought of it made her shiver in anticipation. Who is this curse? Who was the spirit that could invoke such a reaction from her, of all beings? She wanted to know desperately. 

There was a hint of something else underlying his intense energy, making her heart beat faster. If she was confused, she made no show of it. She didn’t know what this feeling was, and if there was one thing she hated, it was not knowing.

 She spotted a nearby castle, its presence evoking a sense of petrifying dread. She stopped abruptly, her brother following suit once he realized why. Someone else is here.

Out of nowhere, a freezing mist makes its way toward the both of them. Akuryo blocks it with her hand before it has the chance to reach her vicinity, the ice that formed shortly after shattering completely. Oh?

“Show yourself, curse user,” Ryo spoke for his sister, his tone utterly tranquil with a subtle pinch of annoyance. He didn’t appreciate attacks from afar.

There was no response, only the same attack coming quickly than the one before. This time, it was Ryo who blocked it effortlessly. He steps forward, closing his eyes when he stops. He breathes in, taking in the scent of the destroyed village. The minute his eyes open, medium-sized balls of hot melting lava and fireballs from his relaxed hand race in every direction, setting large fires on everything they touch.

“You hit someone,” Akuryo whispered to her brother. Her ears tingled as they quickly picked up on footsteps hurriedly rushing away from them. 

Ryo clutched his sister’s hand, and with a swift step, they were directly in front of the castle. The gate loomed large, crafted from pure bone and metal—human bones, to be precise. Akuryo found herself internally commending his design style; the bones’ patterns were intricate and captivating. 

She was in awe, but she didn’t know she was. She was familiar only with feelings of rage and indifference, requiring significant effort to provoke even the slightest hint of upset from her. She was evermore eager to meet this curse.

With a mere wave of her hand, the gate fractures into pieces, the sheer force of the action causing the wind to whip her hair back. 

A path of dried blood and scattered bones led to the castle door. As Akuryo approached the towering entrance, a deep, authoritative voice called out before she could make contact,

“I will kill you,” His voice, she thought. It’s so.. sinister, arrogant, mildly flirtatious? It demanded attention, and it definitely had hers. Her cheeks would’ve been red had her skin been light enough. What the hell is happening to her? 

“Do you promise?” She replies, her tone low and light, but even he could tell she was amused rather than scared. Sukuna had never faced a challenge, never encountered a curse that aroused anticipation within him. Sensing her energy before Uraume rushed at him with the upper side of their arm severely burned, he found himself undeniably intrigued—deeply so...

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Teen! Taleah w/ Teen! Gojo & Geto...They're bros, I swear.

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Title: I'd Let the World Burn (Suguru Geto x Yandere Reader)

Description: Junko is a “little” too obsessed and in love with Suguru Geto. No, like literally, it’s crazy, and very concerning. Her way of thinking isn’t normal. Someone get her therapy. But you know what? Same girl. Sometimes it doesn’t hurt to be blinded by love…. Sometimes.

And for reasons, Geto can’t seem to make up his mind...

Chapter 1 (Teaser): Blinded By Love

Suguru Geto looks at the familiar face before him with dangerous eyes. His clothes dripping wet with the scarlet, red color of the blood of the civilians he just killed. It was a chilly, dark night and there was only this person and him in the midst of all those corpses. His long, black hair fluttering slightly, his cold purple eyes as hard as stone, no emotion portrayed in them.

"Junko," He called, his voice mixed with many different, sorrowful emotions such as hatred, but also pain. Junko Ivansia, a friend of his; someone he wasn’t expecting to see right now out of all times. Damn it, why did it have to be now that she showed up? But...maybe this was for the better that she showed up now, before Satoru or Shoko got to her. He wanted her to come with him, and even if she didn’t have any jujutsu, she...was the only non-sorcerer he can't bring himself to hate. He asked himself countless times why it was this one woman, this one non jujutsu user that he couldn’t bring himself to hate. He wanted to, wanted to hate and shame her like all the rest of them, but he just couldn’t in his heart. He didn’t know what it was about her. Was it her eyes, her sarcasm that pissed him off most days, the nonchalant way she went about life? All of the snarky remarks she would often make to him and Satoru? The weird obsession she shared with Satoru about their favorite anime? He didn’t know. But what he did know was that he wanted to bring her with him in that moment. Because as much as he hated those damned non jujutsu users, this woman was the one he couldn’t bring himself to hate.

"Su...Suguru, what...what are you doing? What is...this?! You're covered in blood" Junko takes a pause, gulping in nervousness, her voice falling to just above a hoarse whisper. "Who's...who's blood is that?" She asks him. Geto took slow steps towards the woman before him, his footsteps leaving bloodied prints as he walked past the dead bodies. His eyes, however, were always fixed on her. He stops right in front of her, the distance of only a few steps between the two of them. He looks down at her, trying to discern the emotions on his face.

“It’s their blood,” he says in a cold, nonchalant voice, as if he was talking about nothing more than the weather. He looked down at Junko, his purple eyes staring like a silent, deadly storm. “What… What happened? Everything was okay? I just saw you last week! Now you’re killing people?! Wh…what?” Junko takes a step back, not evening noticing that she did, or that she was starting to corner herself between Geto and a nearby ally wall. He noticed how she unknowingly corned herself against the wall. He chuckled lowly and took a large step forward, now towering above her as his hand slammed against the wall right beside Junko’s head. He leaned his head down, close to her face, his breath making contact with her dark skin.

The smell of blood was strong in the air, even if they were outside. Junko gags a little, the blood from his clothes getting onto hers. What happened to the man she loved? The man who held her heart? Sure, she thought he was a little weird and unhinged, but not like this. Junko always thought Geto was odd when they first met, almost creepy even. The way he would give her odd nasty looks from time to time then go to laughing and smiling at her the next minute. She could tell he didn’t like her much when they first met, but that never deterred her from thinking he was...well hot. He still hung around her, along with Shoko and Satoru, when they happened to meet her on a mission and she unintentionally helped them. Then they all kept running into each other. They became friends eventually. This was her friend. While he may not act like it and even denied it sometimes, they both knew they were. So... what was going on?!

"Oh...okay, it's not okay.... tell me what's not okay. I'm sure we can figure it out" she smiles nervously up at him. Geto snorts through his nose and rolls his eyes. Junko, ever the mediator and problem solver. Always wanting to talk things out. But he could feel his heart ached, hearing her sweet, naive words. How could she say things so easily when he's doing such horrible things? How can she not hate him? Why wasn’t she screaming or panicking at this point? It angered him how little she seemed to feared him in the moment. It didn’t make any sense.

"Idiot," He scoffs, his hand tightening into a fist against the wall. He looked at Junko with eyes full of pain, like a broken boy. "Some things, cannot be figured out." He says, his voice almost a sorrowful whisper. Junko was shaking, she seemed nervous now, he could see that. Yet she still smiled at him like everything was okay, even if she was forcing it. He could tell, it was nothing like her usual bright smile. "Of course they can, anything can be figured out. Sometimes you just have to think. So....come on Geto, you're trapping me between the wall, let me out so we can talk" she says, ‘smiling’.

(A/N: Guys please let me know if you'd like more chapters! This is a teaser/introduction chapter to a several chapter fanfic idea I have for Jujutsu Kaisen 💜. But I'm still unsure if I should go forward with it 😅. I have the more chapters planned and mostly written I just want outside opinions on if I should scrap this idea or not. Thanks so much for your feedback!)

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“ and should our worst tendencies turn us into enemies.”

( honestly I feel like I always see Geto betray Gojo so here’s the opposite teehee.)

This is an AU btw. Here they were able to save Riko, they never failed the mission and Geto never lost his mind. they’re both teachers in this. ) Excuse any mistakes !!

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Green is Gojo speaking

His best friend hid it well. He had to admit.

But ever so recently, Suguru has been paying closer attention.

There was something in Satoru’s eyes when he looked at Maya.

It was more than a glint, more than admiration no..this was different.

Suguru knew that look.

He gave it to her every waking moment of his day. As if she was the sun and he was irrevocably stuck in her orbit.

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The best friends sat in an empty classroom.

The atmosphere couldn’t be more tense.

“ How long Satoru ?” Suguru awaited his answer. Part of him wishing he was wrong and the other part trying not to crash out. Beforehand, Suguru asked Maya if she noticed Satoru’s longing gazes.

Of course she did. Yet, she ignored him. Paid him dust, kept it cordial and chalked it up to a man who probably didn’t have the proper love and care at home.

And with that Suguru felt like he needed to confront his best friend. Even if he wanted to cry.

“ You’re sitting there in silence and I’m asking you Satoru..how long have you been in love with MY girlfriend.” He said.

“ Since you met her. 5 years ago.” Satoru said softly.

Suguru froze.

“ You’ve been in love with Maya…for 5 years? And you said nothing? When were you going to tell me Satoru ? When a curse took my life ? When you’d comfort her at my funeral ? When Shoko cuts me open ?” He said in a panic.

Satoru was silent again.

“ Answer Me !”

Suguru clenched his fists. “ You’re the strongest. You’re Satoru Gojo. The pride of the Gojo clan, with 2 legendary techniques. It places you above everyone else naturally. I’m 2nd to you, you know that right ? It’s hard to not live in your shadow and as your best friend I don’t complain, I want you to shine and grow. Be who the world needs you to be. But sometimes you’re nothing more than a spoiled rich kid who has never been told no, that grew into an overgrown man child. “

Suguru took a breather, then continued.

“ We’re close, I don’t think I’ve been closer to anyone else in my life. You’re my brother Satoru. I get it we share things but what was the end game here? Think we’d share Maya ? “

Suguru pinches the bridge of his nose. Suddenly picturing his girlfriend. “ She’s uncomfortable now.” He said softly. “ She feels strange. Do you know she’s already uncomfortable being here as is ? She’s in a foreign country, is not a sorcerer, looks nothing like anyone here ! You’ve heard me vent about her family not accepting us or her longing to move back to America. What the hell were you thinking ?”

Satoru took off his glasses. Cerulean eyes lined with tears. “ I have no desire to go after her. I don’t know what my endgame is. But since we’re being honest I don’t know how to move on…not sure if I can. It sounds inconsiderate even insane but she looks at me like I’m just Satoru. Like I’m just me. I love her the same way you —

Suguru furrowed his brows, he couldn’t believe his ears right now.

“ Watch it.”

Satoru sighed deeply. He placed his shades back on.

“ What I’m saying is I’m sorry, for all of this.”

Suguru shook his head and walked towards the door “ Stay away from us, especially HER for now. I won’t ask again. “ he said.

Satoru lowered his head in shame, he agreed. “ Okay Sug I hear you. I will, I understand man. “

And with that the 2 strongest left their friendship right there.

Suguru was long gone when Satoru spoke aloud. Wiping his tears he whispered to no one in particular “ God this is the worst day of my life.”

[tiny-wooden-robot-fics]

Magnolia - Masterlist

Rating: Explicit Media: Jujutsu Kaisen Pairing(s): Geto Suguru x Original Female Character, Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru x Original Female Character Additional Tags: Vampire AU, Dark Themes, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Suicide Attempt, Depression, Loneliness, Polyamory, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut

A/N: More tags will be added as chapters are updated. Please be mindful of the tags and warnings at the beginning of each chapter, as they will tell you what you need to know about the content within.

Minors, DNI.

Summary:

Let me be loved for something, she prays to whomever or whatever might be listening. Let my last feeling be the one I’ve wanted for so long… to be needed, to be useful, to be happy in knowing I was finally doing something worthwhile.

Chapter One: Where Dreams Go to Die Tumblr | AO3

Chapter Two: Scattered Magnolias Tumblr | AO3

Chapter Three: It Was Not Death Tumblr | AO3

Chapter Four: The Sick Rose Tumblr | AO3

Chapter Five: Would I Be Whole? Tumblr | AO3

Chapter Six: Blossoms Tumblr | AO3

Chapter Seven: Come Slowly, Eden Tumblr | AO3

Chapter Eight: To Bloom Under Moonlight Tumblr | AO3

Chapter Nine: The Question Answered Tumblr | AO3

Chapter Ten: Transfigured, Bathed in Your Immortal Flame Tumblr | AO3

Chapter Eleven: My Love Is As a Fever Tumblr | AO3

Chapter Twelve: Haunted Tumblr | AO3

Chapter Thirteen: The Heart Recalcitrant Tumblr | AO3

Chapter Fourteen: The Seedling Tumblr | AO3

Chapter Fifteen: The Thirst of Infinite Desire Tumblr | AO3

Chapter Sixteen: No Stranger Tumblr | AO3

Chapter Seventeen: X-Rays Tumblr | AO3

Chapter Eighteen: Coming Soon

Chapter list will be updated as chapters are posted. If you'd like to be tagged in this (or any of my other stories), please send me a DM and let me know.

Thank you for supporting my work!

[clouzyday]

Alara's Dance Chapter 3

Alara endures more trouble and pain as Geto makes a rare appearance. Unsettled by Alara's refusal to please their client, Choso, he takes matters into his own hands. Alara begins losing her will to fight but Detective Nanami comes up with a plan to not only bring down the drug ring but to save Alara from it all. Both Alara and Nanami begin questioning their attraction to each other as an intimate moment together creates a stir with their feelings.

Character(s): Nanami, Alara (OC), Gojo, Choso, Sukuna, Geto

Category: Romance, Thriller, Drama, Violent, Smut

Rating: 18+ (Minors DNI)

Chapter 3 can be found HERE. (On AO3)

[crazydiamondi]

-𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐒-

- 𝒋𝒋𝒌 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 -

geto suguru:

gojo satoru:

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[4pfsukuna]

When’s the satosugu x reader threesome coming out 🌚

Hey so funny enough i actually made it a 3 part series where reader fucks satoru in the first part, suguru in the second and the third part ive had in my drafts because i forgot i finished typing it and just needed to edit but since this post is literally from April heres a VERY unedited sneak peak:

Sharing might be caring but at the moment we are speaking about satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto. Two people who have never cared a day in their lives.

Suguru glares at his phone watching your insta story its you and gojo in his loft while you sing along to the new megan song that dropped. “Two pretty ass friends we besties” and yes he thought you were pretty and so what he called satoru a  pretty boy it was the bestie part that had him rolling his eyes and the way you pranced around his loft the next 10 seconds of the song.

He sends a thumbs down before closing his phone he was okay with being a hater and oh Satoru is no better.

Now when Satoru finds out you slept with Suguru… well your actually shocked by his reaction. He seems unbothered by it and remains his flirty self the longing touches, need for your attention and affection actually never change. He may pull you to sit in his lap more often and makes sure to hold you tight and long so the smell of his cologne is on you but thats it.

Unless you include him sitting you on the counter top pulling your lips to his kissing you passionately lips smacking and teeth clashing. Satorus kisses always take your breath away and leave you feeling light headed, the way his cold fingers would sneak up your shirt pressing your spine so you arch into him as he bit on your thick bottom lip not caring about your lipgloss at all.

Even with you sitting on the marble island top he still towered over you easily, his lips go to your neck licking before leaving little bites.

“I could take you right here” he whispers in your ear licking it and you can feel his smile as you shiver, leaning further into his embrace. 

Before you can say anything further your chin is grabbed and pulled away from Satoru and the dark haired culprit presses his lips against yours kissing you softly but with purpouse. He waste no time pushing his tongue in your mouth and the weight mixed with light squeeze of satoru squeezing your breast has your head spinning. You shouldnt be feeling a heartbeat between your legs right now… at all. Suguru doesnt flinch when you pull away… at all he actually smiles wiping his thumb under your lip and leaving a kiss on your forehead. 

[umber-cinders]

Mkay so I decided I'm actually going to do this but only if people will actually join, just vote and reblog for others to say yes or no

BIPOC-centered Fiction Writer server?

I really want to make a discord server where BIPOC fiction writers can talk and share stuff. No specific fandom, no limitation of writing style or themes and tropes, just a server where you can talk to, learn from and discover other BIPOC writers.

Even if its small, I might do it because there's so many people on here I never knew existed and their writing is amazing.

[luminiamore]

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𝖎 𝖆𝖒 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖒𝖆𝖉𝖊 𝖒𝖊.

𝖋𝖎𝖑𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖘 𝖋𝖎𝖑𝖙𝖍.

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𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐣𝐮𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐮 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧..

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 - complete

𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 - complete

𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐜 - inprogress

more chapters tbd..

[zamtheartist]

I can’t write fanfics even if I tried. This was a school project