#cultist Suguru geto

[quinnyundertow]

The Cult Leader’s Quarry

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Chapter 6

Creeping Anxieties

Sunlight filtering in through unfamiliar curtains is how you are awakened this early Saturday morning. With a groan you raise a lazy arm to cover your eyes. It temporarily solves the glare but the pounding headache behind your eyes hasn’t gone anywhere. You have one hell of a hangover. Stretching out you feel your toes accidentally nudge an empty wine bottle off the bed. At the sound of its thump on the carpeted floors you quickly rush to get up and make sure no trace of the red wine leaked to ruin Zoe’s carpet.

A rush of breath escapes you in relief at the sight of a cork shoved back into the top of the bottle once it was empty. Feeling groggy but wide awake now you survey the room to reorient yourself. That’s right, Zoe didn’t want the party to end so the two of you had an adult slumber party. Which to be honest didn’t differ that much from the ones you went to in your teenage years. Facemask wrappers lay discarded on the floor, a large popcorn bowl sits nearby only a third full, nail polish remover and cotton balls hide in the creases of the comforter. The main difference between sleepovers then and now is copious amounts of red wine.

There are sounds emanating from the kitchen and you waste no time collecting some trash and the popcorn bowl before heading out into the main area of the apartment. There’s a jostle of pots and pans and the smell of bacon in the air. The tv is droning in the background as you enter. “Morning.” You call out a small wince follows when you speak.

Zoe’s head pops around the kitchen’s entryway at the sound of your voice. “Morning sleepy head.” She grins at the bedraggled way you look, hair all mussed up and the clothes you borrowed askew. “Food’s almost done, sit down.”

Throwing away the trash and leaving the dirty bowl you peered over her shoulder at the sizzling breakfast, “How can I help?” With a shooing hand motion she ushers you out of the small kitchen and into the living room. You survey the tidy and feminine apartment you’ve grown to know. Her apartment is even smaller than your own which is saying something. In an attempt to save space the couch doubles as a dining room table.

Zoe, clearly not about to accept your assistance, ducks back into the kitchen as you go to make yourself comfortable. The tone of the TV makes it obvious it’s the news before you even glance up. You get comfortable on the plush sofa and going for the channel changer you blink in confusion at the TV screen. A female anchor is going on animatedly about some crime but the part that made you do a double take is the building behind her, roped off with yellow tape, looks a hell of a lot like your apartment complex.

The murder from yesterday morning. You had completely forgotten about it during the excitement of the work day and the events after. The gruesome body you had seen being rolled out flashes in your mind briefly. The screen splits away for a moment to show the maintenance man of your complex on the screen. Turning the volume up, you watch as the picture switches back to a live feed where there are Crime Scene Investigators in the lobby. “-It just keeps getting more and more depraved as almost a hundred DVDs have been found in the small security office with the female residents of this apartment complex in various compromising situations and stages of undress.”

“Holy shit.” You almost jump out of your skin at Zoe’s voice directly behind your head. She had been to your place on more than one occasion and it was obvious she recognized the apartment complex’s lobby.

“Police are currently identifying and reaching out to the victims found within these tapes.”

The newscaster’s voice continues somewhere in the background but you aren’t hearing it any longer.

Your stomach feels like it’s in your feet, all memory of a hangover forgotten. “He was in my apartment a few different times..” your voice sounds a little strange even to yourself. Pulling your legs up onto the couch you wrap your arms around yourself. You feel so violated.

Zoe is watching you from the corner of her eyes as you fold in on yourself. “They said the guy who did it was stabbed to death.. fuck him. Good riddance. Sounds like someone’s boyfriend or husband found out and decided to take out the trash.”

You can’t help but look at Zoe a little disturbed, “Don’t get me wrong what the guy did was horrifying and dehumanizing..but to be murdered over it? Even if I'm one of the people he recorded..shouldn’t he have a trial? Put the freak in jail or a psych ward?” You chew on your lip absentmindedly as you turn the moral dilemma in your head over. The body you saw just keeps popping in your head. That man had the look of true terror on his face, his mouth hanging open in a silent scream. Those gaping holes where his eyes had once been. You can’t help but shiver.

Zoe watches you for a moment before moving back towards the kitchen to get the food she had left on the counter when she had been distracted by the story on TV. She holds out a plate for you, a frown tugging on her lips, “I hear what you're saying and I’m not saying you're wrong. I guess I just assume if that guy is willing to stoop to voyeurism, they are doing other crimes too.”

You take the food gratefully with a word of thanks. “You’re probably right. Death is just so..final.”

Zoe reaches over the gap between you and gives your shoulder a reassuring rub, “Well it’s not like you had anything to do with it. Just take a deep breath. I’m sure the cops will reach out if you are involved in any way. Try not to let the anxiety drive you up the wall.”

It’s quiet for a while as you both watch the weather.You push the eggs around your plate before forcing yourself to eat a little more despite your appetite having ebbed with the graphic images you remembered. Zoe’s looking down at her phone every few minutes with a smile. You know that look on her face. The first signs of a crush, the talking phase where you are just starting to get to know someone and think you might want to see them more. The beautiful snowy haired man was hard to pin down. His choice of friends was questionable but he didn’t seem too bad last night. With a knowing smile you ask, “What is Satoru Gojo up to this morning?”

Zoes head jerks up at your question; her surprise turning to laughter at your raised brow. “Is it that obvious?” she tucks her phone in her pocket with a huff. “Don’t get me wrong, the guy is gorgeous but I don’t know how I feel yet. I just met him and he’s already texting me non-stop. He’s nosy too. Asking what we are doing, if my friend left yet.I like the attention but I can't tell if he wants to date me or stalk me.”

You stand pushing her head lightly, “Poor Zoe being stalked by the filthy rich adonis.” you give her a little grin before starting to move back towards the bedroom. “Is it cool if I take a shower?”

“Of course!” she yells over her shoulder as you disappear back into the bedroom. You gather your clothes from the day before and after moving the sheets around manage to find your dead cell phone. You can’t help but wonder if the tall blonde from last night with the tea colored eyes had texted you. You plug the dead device into Zoe’s bedside charger before going to find a towel. Nanami Kento. He had been a pleasant surprise. He had looked all business in his suit with his slicked back hair and serious expression.

When you get into the shower your mind is replaying moments from your date. Nanami had been unexpectedly easy to talk to once you both got over the awkward circumstances. He had been articulate, intelligent, chivalrous; not to mention protective. His hand had been so respectfully placed on your lower back as he escorted you out of the club. Paying for the bill and your ride home. He had opened the door for you to enter the car and everything. Not to mention those hands. They had been so large, masculine with beautiful veins running across the back of his hands and up his arms. The way he had reached over and pulled you closer to him when that guy had shown up.

The motions of your routine freeze when that guy is brought up in your mind. That guy. You know his name now, Suguru Geto. A chill runs over you and you nudge the shower handle a little closer to the hot side. You had barely recognized him after his change in clothing. Seeing him in such a relaxed environment with the extra piercings and fashionable clothing had been jarring. Of course a second of his mannerisms fixed your confusion. The total refusal to acknowledge your existence initially. When he finally did look at you it was as if you were nothing more than trash. A pest needing to be exterminated. His face, so beautiful yet haunting in its derision. Even thinking back on it made your stomach drop and your palms clammy. It had been a great relief that Nanami had clearly despised the man.

You push the man with the coal colored eyes and raven hair from your mind. He wasn’t going to occupy another moment in your mind. Nanami on the other hand. Finishing up in the bathroom you can’t help but feel a giddy rush of excitement at the prospect that maybe Nanami had texted you during the night. You try to tamper down that feeling of giddiness with hard doses of reality. It’s not like he said he was interested in a second date. He hadn’t even wanted the first. Despite trying to reduce your potential disappointment you felt a thrill when you powered your now charged device back on and saw you had one unread text message. You can’t help the smile on your lips as you quickly unlock your cell and navigate to it. Your heart drops when you see it’s a random number rather than the one Nanami Kento had programmed last night.

Sighing you opened it. Satoru Gojo had stolen your phone shortly after your arrival of course he had nicked your number. You can’t help but roll your eyes at the text that had been sent to you at some point last night.

Unknown: Couldn’t even say goodbye?

There’s a bitter taste in your mouth at Gojo texting both you and Zoe at the same time. Then again it’s not like the message he sent you was especially flirty. He was clearly a yapper and you hope you won’t regret responding. You program him into your phone reluctantly as “White Hair Menace”

Y/N: I think you’ll survive.

Almost immediately after sending it the read icon appears. Three little bobbing dots indicate he’s typing up a response. It makes sense considering he’s probably talking to Zoe right now as well.

WHM: Avoiding going home?

You open and close your mouth in annoyance remembering Zoe saying he had asked her earlier if you were still there. You hit the phone shut deciding not to entertain him any further. A quick trip to the main room finds Zoe where you left her grinning at her phone. You feel a little awkward knowing he texted you even if it wasn’t flirty. For full transparency announce, “Tell the white haired menace I don’t want him texting me.”

Zoe looks up in surprise, her expression falling slightly, “Of course he is. I shouldn’t be surprised he probably has an entire harem he harasses daily.”

You pass her the phone nonchalantly, “He wasn’t flirty, just nosy.” you choose the adjective she used earlier to describe him.

She laughs at the contact name before passing it back.”Let me know if he ends up being a creep will ya.”

You can’t help but grin, “With pleasure.”

~~

You had decided to spend the rest of the day at Zoe's, the two of you trying to keep your mind occupied and not on the active investigation of your apartment complex. You had kept one eye on your cell for the remainder of the day; worried a call may roll in from the police saying you had been identified in one of the video recordings seized from the dead man’s home. The device remained silent.

When evening starts to roll in you reluctantly pack up your things and prepare to head back home. Zoe had been so accommodating you feel guilty. She told you to stay another night or to let her walk you home but you insist you're fine; and you are fine. You’re determined to be.

The sun is setting as you ride the train to your apartment. Zoe’s stop being only two before your own makes the ride relatively painless. There’s this twinge of anxiety under your skin just barely bubbling. Taking your phone you flip it open to your last text.

WHM: Avoiding going home?

You had never responded. There wasn’t any particular reason you didn’t respond other than you felt a little wary considering your first two meetings with the man. He hadn’t actually done anything wrong to you and you’d been practically hostile in return. There was nothing that said you couldn’t be friends with the man.

Y/N: Not anymore.

You aren’t sure why you answer so honestly. You should have just changed the subject or ignored it outright. Gojo is an enigma. You are usually perceptive to what people want but you can’t gauge this guy at all. The first time you met he asked you on a date then the other day he pushed his number on you saying, If anything weird happens, give me a call.

Y/N: What qualifies as something weird?

The phone indicates he’s already responding. Was this guy permanently on his phone? You wait for a message but nothing comes. The phone indicates a few times that he’s started to respond but there’s nothing to show for it. You can’t help but smile imagining him trying to figure out a response as you tuck the device away. Someone is watching you. Being a woman alone in the city has trained you to notice threats before they can even become a threat. You turn and see a man staring at you, there's this wave of deja vu as you recognize him. It’s that Yakuza punk. The one that had gone hostile on the little girl for spilling her drink. The one that had made you run into that guy. Your throat goes dry as he makes intense eye contact. It’s clear he’s recognized you. The look on his face is radiating pure malice. There are people thankfully between you and the man. Surely he wouldn’t start something on the train. Then again it would be worse if he followed you home. Panic is filling your lungs. You could try staying with a station attendant until he’s gone but would that actually work? Couldn’t he just wait for you in the dark outside the station? He can’t know what station you are getting off at. People are shifting slightly as a stop before your own comes into sight and the train begins to break. The movement let’s you see the guy clearer. He’s dressed up in a designer suit the same as last time. The arm that the monk had ruthlessly twisted rests in a sling. That could give you an advantage if he tries something.

The doors of the train car are opening and people move to exit. It’s not even your stop but you quickly maneuver past the threshold. You can wait for the next train to finish your trip home. It’s worth it to have him think you live at a different stop. As you pass the wide windows of the train car the yakuza member is pushing to follow you his mouth moving as he addresses someone else. Breath catching in your throat you see there are two other guys with him that you somehow overlooked. You race down the platform dodging fellow passengers; your pursuers not far behind.

Your mind is full of ambient noise; mechanical whirring, conversations, thundering feet. Glancing back the thug with his hand in the sling is pointing at you furiously while yelling something. Crouching so you're obscured by people you rush to duck behind a large pillar. Hoping they didn’t see your attempt to hide. Your heart is pounding in your ears when the loud signal is blaring that the doors of the train you just got off of are now closing. Making a split second decision you double back and slip through the just big enough gap. The closing of the automatic doors and the hiss of the massive train fill your chest with relief as it pulls away from the station.The last you see of the men following you are them arguing amongst themselves on the platform.

The rest of the way home you are on high alert. Shadows making you jump on more than one occasion. Your initial cause for hesitation now becomes a sign of security as several police officers are working in your main lobby. They must have been dealing with tenants all day because by now they have a clear process allowing entry to the complex. The area around the security office is wrapped off but a line to the elevators up is free. A shakey breath leaves you as you are finally in familiar terrain. You aren’t leaving the house tomorrow. You’re going to search the entire house for cameras then hide in your bed under the covers for the foreseeable future. Why the fuck were those thugs following you? Was it a coincidence? It’s not like you broke the piece of shits arm. You want to text Zoe and ask her to stay the night but was it really fair to keep making this her problem. Then again this night could have gone way different if you hadn’t noticed those men on the train and they had cornered you on the way home. Pulling your phone out your belly filled with ice you see two texts from Gojo. The first was the smart ass copy and pasting the definition of weird into the message.

WHM: Weird /wird/ adjective 1.suggesting something supernatural; uncanny:

When you hadn’t responded right away he followed it up.

WHM: Did something happen?

You have a hard time responding as your fingers shake over the screen.

Y/N: Smart ass. You’re the one who said to text you if something weird happened.

Y/N: These guys on the train. Tried to attack me.

You’re surprised when the next response is instant

WHM: Where are you now?

Y/N: I’m home

It takes you a moment to unlock the door but you manage. Once inside you send a similar I’m Home text to Zoe. Gojo’s question keeps circulating in your mind; Are you safe? Your home doesn’t feel as safe as it once did. You turn every light in the house on and close every blind. You can’t help but circle back to make sure the front door is locked multiple times. Every creak of the floorboards or murmur from your neighbors is making you jump. You retreat to your bedroom; locking the flimsy door just to feel better. Curling up on the bed your phone vibrates.

WHM: I’ve never known anyone so unable to function on their own.

Your stomach sinks at the nasty response. What the hell did you do to deserve that hostility? You reread the message several times trying to see if you are being sensitive or if it just sounds harsher because it’s via text. Nope he’s just an asshole. You really just can’t catch a fucking break this week. You know you should just block him but your nerves are fried and he doesn’t deserve polite silence.

Y/N: Wow, thanks for that. Really put the cherry on top of a shitty day. You have no fucking idea how it feels to be a woman living alone in a city run by men. The harassment and violence is constant

and no, it doesn’t matter how polite you are or what you wear. So thanks for reiterating that for me.

You snap the Do Not Disturb button into place and barely resist the urge to throw your phone across the room and settle for dropping it to the floor unceremoniously. Reaching your hands up you go to hug your pillow to you. The feel of an unexpected texture has you pulling your hand back in surprise. The object is plastic and hard but the feel familiar. You sit up staring at your pillow for a moment before slowly moving it. The item laying underneath doesn’t exactly look threatening. It’s something you’ve seen a million times before. Maybe not this one specifically but the object itself. A blank black DVD case lies there.

Your fingers are shaking as you fumble with the case. It snaps open and you almost drop it. Inside is a single silver DVD. The front of it is scrawled with your apartment number in black permanent marker. You don’t even register moving across the house to place the disk inside your DVD player. There is no start menu, the footage just starts rolling. There are dark bars across the screen and the footage is blurry. Movement in the background causes the camera to change its focus. The close up bars blur as it sharpens on the familiar backdrop of your bathroom.

Chapter 5

[whimsyvixen]

Love the idea of Geto wanting nothing more than to kill you but being obsessed with how tightly your pussy grips hims that he allows a monkey like you to live.

[chiratsuku]

[ 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒 ] ― sender steals an item of receiver’s clothes because it smells like them - for Satoru~

[ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒 || 促す ] acceptingㅤ↬ㅤ @cursedcalamity

'' Would you look at that, '' lightheartedly thin lip-line outstretched till curl of mincing brims cracked a grin, cranium raise and lower in slight and brief assent concurrently pin-pointing 'ward display so outlandishly slanderous, '' scandal of the year revealed! Never thought this would be among things you'd steal from me. '' Everything started to make sense now. Ijichi couldn't pick back his belongings for a good reason. So, that's why it took him for a while to find it ... ha!!

Neons glowing under the lenses of Stygian pitch blacks. Ethereal sixes maintained carefully deliberate effort and studied figure carved from ashes and spider webs that used to bound connection by one's own flesh and blood in sacred brotherhood and who was now only a living remembrance of what used to be and is no more but shattered. Such reflection on the past path filled with undeniable sorrow hiding under the tenderness of bookly facet and heft of hurled reins. Thief! - all six of them would proclaim in screech. And certainly, he never thought he would spot one of his belongings on Suguru who was rarely caught in casual modern clothes anymore. Did he lose his wits, or was this a mere demonstration of provocation? A simple, broad white shirt, from natural fabric, no synthetics (*which obviously had its price too), his cologne left a spritz of breezy zing imprinted into the very filaments of fibers; materials from sunnier climate that would invigorate the senses, a harmonious blend of mandarin and bergamot adding depth to the aquatic heart with juniper and seawater. Simple 'VOGUE' text covered thinly with glint gold leaf looming session in the thick like citrines illuminated by rays of light. In a way that is from what is usually expected - it looked good on Suguru, rich colors always did.

ㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ'' Does it feel warm? '' ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤLike me?

ㅤ

[queenendless]

CRIMSON

A/n: I legit don't know how to title this piece. Inspired by @xo-romiiarts and their artwork.

Also Guns for Hire by Woodkid fits this piece so listen to it while reading this or any song that gives dark!GoGe vibes.

CW ⚠️ : 4.7k worded piece with DARK MATURE themes/depictions of murder/genocide, teen dropouts/runaways, angst, hurt/comfort, romance/fluff, already established poly!teen!GoGe x fem!teen!curse seer!reader, set in an AU where the guys did go through with it ... you have been warned. ⚠️

Cause #261 and fanarts of Gojo saying yes to Geto have given me the push to finally get this out. I have been working on this since September of LAST YEAR SO I hope yall enjoy this.

And I'm working on a pt 2 to this set a few months to a year later of the aftermath. Cause Lord, Clan Head Gojo x Cult Leader Geto x Reader but they're dark now kinda I wanna explore in my own way. With them kids. Their kids. And scene.

*DO NOT REPOST, TRANSLATE, COPY, EDIT, PLAGARIZE, AND OR STEAL MY FANFIC WORK. Rather if you enjoy my fan work, then reblog, like, comment, n follow pls n thnx u.

"You're late, Suguru."

Indeed he was.

"No … I guess you got here fast. There are several Star Religious Group facilities in the city, after all."

Something felt seriously off the moment the snowy-haired sorcerer raised his head.

"Satoru? Is that you?"

The look in his eyes … practically radiating their potent rebirth … a stark contrast to the fading scuffs of blood running down the left half of his face, down both sides of his mouth, weariness evident.

"What happened?"

This was not his Satoru. This one … had seen hell first hand. In a twisted way, they both have today. Literally at death's door.

"I see you already saw Shoko."

"Yeah, she healed me. I'm fine now."

And yet, a long sleeved uniform arm slipped out from under the sheet, swaying a bit til staying still as a lifeless corpse would be.

"No … me being safe doesn't help anything here."

Not when he failed to keep their promise to Riko-chan. She was ready to walk away from the merger with him. Choosing to live for herself rather than follow her pre-chosen fate. Yet, fate had other plans. A cruel one, at that.

"I screwed up. You're not at fault." Gojo sounded so blunt, so calm … willing to accept all the blame for their greatest failure yet.

"Let's head back."

An eerie ringing began penetrating Geto's hearing as the clapping kept going. He chalked that up as an explanation as to why he thought he misheard Gojo's next words.

"Suguru, should we kill these guys? The way I feel right now, I doubt I'd feel anything about it."

As the form of Gojo carrying Amanai's draped body was being overshadowed by the pure white radiance of the smiling clapping cultists, Geto's morality dilemma prodded his mind, unable to meet Gojo's gaze.

"No. There's no point. It looks like there are only common believers here. The masterminds who know about our world have probably fled already. And unlike with the bounty, they won't be able to talk their way out of this. The organization had problems to begin with. It'll be dissolved soon enough."

Geto, standing in the pure white room of morality, starkly contrasted Gojo as he brushed past him and stood in the crimson room of immorality.

"No point, huh? Does there really need to be any point to it?"

Does there need to be a rhyme or reason for them to act on this? Ideally yes. They may be above the laws in most cases, but even sorcerers can't enact vengeance on regular humans. Unless they were curse users or even like the Sorcerer Killer, they couldn't lay a hand on them.

Realistically?

Right now?

The clapping grew louder, mocking him. Antagonizing him.

Gleefully celebrating her death and their own damaged, traumatizing failure.

Geto's left hand curled into a fist.

His morals were conflicting with his personal feelings; his fist shaking in restrained emotion.

His almond eyes, weariness tainting his eyebags, finally looked up.

Out at the clapping, smiling crowd.

"It's very important that there is. Especially for a jujutsu sorcerer."

Even the cruelest scum of the Earth get away scot free, never facing retribution. Darkness grew underneath him, outstretched to reach their seemingly untouchable light, as his fractured moral code made way for his true inner self to finally show its true colors.

"But not us …"

Gojo stiffened. Slightly looking back over his shoulder, peering inside the open doorway, his radiating Six Eyes turned on at the darkened gaze of Geto's eyes slightly looking back in return.

"Not today."

Rage and distraught guides him.

He would right this wrong.

To the bloody damn end.

Now triggered by those firm, final words, Gojo's heightened state strengthened as he set Amanai's body down gently on the hallway floor, the anger he didn't feel on her behalf in his rematch against the fallen Zen'in man was finally making its appearance, intertwining with an unhinged drive for chaos in his blood as a twisted gleam overtook his lips.

Survival of the weakest. Discouragement of the strong. That's how society should be; one where jujutsu sorcerers protect non-sorcerers. That's what he always strived to uphold despite his inner demons. But now… they as sorcerers still failed in the end.

Riko-chan, Kuroi-san, the weak but good ones, now dead by the orchestration of these unforgivable heinous —

"Monkeys." Having seen that monkey assassin's standing corpse himself on his way inside; decimated and dripping with bloodied spilled guts, made Geto wish he could deal the killing blow himself back in Tengen's domain.

This would have to do, feeling ready to puke when he uttered the same word as that scarred mouthed bastard, wincing as the shadowed hole he summoned released his newest curse.

The same cursed worm draped over his shoulder, opening its mouth to pop out the handle of a cursed tool, one Geto pulled out as swiftly as Gojo began ascending to heights unbound, slicing the cursed energized blade through the air as tears sprung from his unforgiving dark eyes.

"DIE!"

Those monkeys' glee changed to confusion then bursting out in waves of panic as the blade grew in length the more Geto spread his cursed energy into it.

Several heads got sliced sideways, splattering blood over some's prime white apparel, kicking off the shrill hysterics.

In an instant, Gojo blips out of sight only to plow through a row of them scurrying ants in his way like the cursed speedster he had become.

Blown off head chunks.

Fists jutted right through their torsos right and outta their spines.

Setting off carnage filled piñatas left and right.

Trained on every weakling in his sight, Gojo's uniform grew darker as more blood seeped further in with each blow.

Reappearing as he grabbed a randomly chosen neck, snapping it in two with ease, before blocking a panicking one that tried socking him from behind, glowing eyes narrowed in as he clenched their fist before ripping their arm right off with swift ease. Their tortured screech is heard one moment, the sound of bones crunching in Gojo's other hand the next.

Through hatred fueled adrenaline, Geto cleaved in them guts to match the mutilated limbs that rolled across the crimson spreaded floor.

Those attempting to flee were squandered as the force field of Limitless smooshed them, splattering the now cracked dented walls; minced red.

Many more sunken noggins soared in the air, sprinkling red from on high.

Screams and splatters became the symphony of Pandemonium.

Flinging the chain around the neck of one, Geto swung them like a chain and ball, crushing many others against the walls.

Those petrified hideous faces get their brains ruptured out; globby chunks vomiting out by mere cursed thought.

Many rammed right into the glass window ceiling, sending cracks racing in its wake, the pure white sunlight becoming a neon red.

Shards of glass rained down, deflected by Limitless as the pair found themselves back to back, watching with callousness as many were skewered like porcupines.

Limbless lumps of lifeless flesh plastered every inch of the once pristine interior from every wall, crevice, and even the ceiling had scarlet drenching it.

Their haggard breaths and sweaty burning faces aside, their dark craving for retribution still lingered in them both.

It wouldn't be enough.

Not until every last member was eviscerated.

Dismissing the worm, Geto scanned the room, trembling at the grotesque aftermath.

His cerise painted hands hung limply at his sides.

Amiss the madness, their residuals were there.

Fortunately they knew to an extent how to hide them. However long those held out, they couldn't waste a moment. Any longer than that spent here meant capture followed by immediate execution.

Feeling himself moving by a firm grasp tugging on his hand, his light headed state transitioned to a frigged one over what they had just committed. The solid squeeze of Gojo's sizzling hand helped pull him further out of his own unsteady mindset.

"Satoru …" He internally felt revolted at having those monkeys wretched blood covering his skin.

"Suguru."

Through the path of red, his closest friend – his ally in genocide – turned to him with cherry-red streaking his unbuttoned jacket and the collared white undershirt, for his glowing – exhausted – eyes were scarred with the brutal truth. Reaching his stained, steadfast hands out for that stained lost face, Gojo rested his forehead against Geto’s, staring into those stricken eyes of one of his most greatest treasures.

"Come with me. Let's get away.”

Blood trickled down from the ceiling, spilling along their hair, staining their faces, but both couldn't care less as they sealed it with a kiss. Lost in the bloody euphoria, relishing in one another's warmth.

The new taste of searing iron overtook the repelling flavor of cursed spirits, overwhelming the pair as Geto clawed at Gojo's back and the latter's hands massaged the former's supple cheeks, bringing muffled moans outta them both.

It feels right … anywhere … as long as it's with each other. It's just right.

Wherever they end up, whatever it may be, may it be nowhere near here whenever whichever sorcerers would be sent to investigate this now scene of massacre.

Once partners in sorcery.

Now partners in crime.

What a send off for them, the newly dropouts.

The clapping halted.

The ringing faded.

Their hearts felt lighter.

But something still felt off.

Someone was missing.

"Y/n." Geto's eyes opened to stare into Gojo's as they parted lips. "We can't leave her behind … we can't …"

Knowing their cursed seer partner probably foresaw the bloody chain of events that had recently just transpired in the last few hours. But knowing how abrupt they can be, maintaining and willing them into your mind’s eye was still a burdening struggle, ergo you being left behind at school for tiring training.

The heavy fog of bloodlust and tension between them lifted for now Geto's eyes lightened at sensing that familiar presence. He knew Gojo sensed it as well, for his glowing eyes followed his lead, taking Riko back in his arms, the duo raced to the surface outside.

You had ran outta the car that dropped you off down the street. You gulped to stifle back the bile at the gory sight of the fallen Zen’in still standing; the bloody puddle reaching for you now.

Your gaze averted once you spotted them coming out, hurrying over, your stomach churning at how scrapped up and red they appeared, but your empathy outweighed the disgust as Geto caught you in his heavy weighted grasp.

The fear in Geto's eyes mingled with confusion and concern. "Y/n … I … we –!”

Gojo’s eyes slanted as you kept your face hidden. "Did you get a vision?”

Your shaky nod against Geto’s chest paired with your ashamed tone. “I was too late … I,” An anxious pause of silence stretched between you three. “Shoko told me where you were headed after healing you … then came another one … of course you two would get Riko’s body back …”

They waited for the heart shattering blow. The final nail in the coffin. You shunning them away, cutting ties immediately. Rejecting them for their heinous act. Fleeing away in horror to Jujutsu High, reporting their sorry asses and ousting them as traitors. All the above — !

“The system would have let these zealots slip through the cracks. They … their assassin … they all deserve to rot in hell for what they've done … all because of Tengen … Kuroi and Amanai have been avenged.” Your callous tone kinda threw them off a tad bit.

Geto gulped. “You … You're okay with it?”

Your head finally rose up, the glossy layer to those e/c eyes sparkled from the sliver of sunset. "I know I can't make up for letting you all down … and no amount of apologies can redeem my blunder … but I can do this at least. I'll bring her back to the school, back to Kuroi-san. They deserve to be laid to rest together.”

You reluctantly pull away from Geto’s warmth; uncaring about the red stains smearing your clothes now, to take the wrapped up body as Gojo gently passes her into your arms, melancholy heavy on your face but the strength of resolve aiding you in carrying her. “My place is with you two. Always. Now more than ever.”

Geto’s eyes pricked with burning warmth; your willingness to stay despite everything, as he kissed your temple. “We should be apologizing to you.”

“There's still more of those facilities in the city left standing. We're not finished just yet.” Gojo's voice spoke doom for their upcoming targets, a stark contrast to his own kiss to your forehead being so sweet.

“They all need to go. Every single one of them.” Geto clenched his veiny hands, determined to see this through to the end. “We will return for you. If you wouldn't mind packing our things for us by the time we show up …”

You nodded, sadly smiling. "Don't keep me waiting too long.”

Their brisk nods to you paired with smooches to your cheeks were all you were given before you watched them holding hands then warping away.

The driver stayed silent as they drove your contemplative self, keeping her cold self close to your warmth, back to school for the last time.

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The sun had set.

Crimson painted the sky.

A young girl's life ended by a gunshot to the head.

Two young teens, forced to face the cruel reality of their lives through near death.

The Star Religious Group Headquarters.

House of the Children of the Star.

Their monotheistic religion spent worshiping their absolute God; Tengen.

Crossing the wrong sorcerers, nearly costing them their lives in the process at the hands of their hired assassin; the Zen'in clan failure.

Their facilities left as ruins scattered in ruble, collapsed craters layering the grounds, red painting the toppled stone and marble.

The trauma of near death, failing to keep their promises to protect their friends' lives, and losing to a physically gifted human … their pride as the strongest duo now tarnished.

Retribution.

Selfish desires made to fruition.

With Riko-chan now gone, the assimilation was now void.

Tengen-sama had evolved.

The barrier hiding the school's location was weakened and easily spotted by the Six Eyes.

You solo carried Riko to the morgue, spotting your senpai and fellow kouhai watching you from the distance, ignoring your driver hurriedly running to inform Yaga-sensei of the turn of events, but only making eye contact with Shoko as she was standing out front by the entrance, already expecting you, prepared for the worst.

You two stayed silent, understanding exactly just from seeing the acceptance in your gaze.

Seeing the covered bodies laying side by side on the tables, you prayed over the mother daughter pair, believing the guys would stop by to do the same, hopefully.

As you just finished zipping up one of three duffle bags meant for each of you in your room, you felt the ripples through the Force that is cursed energy.

The fuse was lit. The air pricked with sparks as those two set off a chain reaction.

You could visualize the facilities up in flames.

“You really are idiots.” Shoko leaned against the open doorway, smoke in her disapproving frown. “To think they'd go this far … and you're bailing with them.”

“My whole world ended when I lost my mom. My dad was a broke ass deadbeat. Then I was discovered, brought here and met you all. You became the family I needed … so I thought that was enough. But those two … they're my everything. We ride or die together. You can join us or stay here. That goes for you two as well, ya know.”

You felt Haibara and Nanami hiding behind the wall before joining Shoko in the sliding doorway. By the looks on their faces, the news spread like wildfire.

“If I go with you guys, then the higher ups will force my sister to take my place.” Haibara frowned at the guilty truth.

“Rules and regulations keep us in line, as much as they suck.” Nanami sulked.

“Those old cods view us all as disposable tools. We're not heroes. We have our own ideals, desires, lives even. And if it means I may die down the line because I choose to walk away, then I'd rather die with freedom than serve them as their obedient lapdog.” You spoke devotedly.

“I don't get it.” The blunt tone and her aversion to eye contact made you realize how left out Shoko still felt that her two crazy guy friends were willing to leave them – leave her – behind.

“It'd be nice to have you by our side Ieiri … but I know you still have Utahime to consider.” You grinned at seeing the tiny pink tinted rise to her cheeks.

“You're our classmates! To have you and our senpai be branded as curse users, I don't want to have to fight you guys!” Haibara's angry tears made your heart waver. Your own eyes burned with cursed energy.

The static film reel of seeing your guys getting savagely brutalized, Riko and Kuroi's murders, even further down the line … glimpsing Haibara scarred and pale and so damn still —

“You're still our friends. Always.”

Even with glistening chibi eyes and stubbornly pursed lips, Haibara realized you had made up your mind, reaching Nanami's hand to squeeze and be his anchor.

“It's not a crime to be a kid, but the accumulation of life's little despairs make you become an adult. Remember that.” Nanami understood that much, knowing the guys are capable of setting the world on fire when pushed too far. Like so.

Blinking back tears yourself, you nodded. “If you ever need us or change your mind, you know how to reach us.”

Throwing the duffle bags outta the window before jumping out yourself took them all by surprise. Jutting their heads out, they were relieved yet anxious spotting Geto's manta ray cursed spirit flying away, the bags and you safe across his lap and wrapped up in his arms.

His crestfallen gaze back at them was the last sight of him they received when they also spotted Gojo floating on high, gazing at them with melancholy, the living example of Nanami's parting words to you.

Knowing deep in your intuition they snuck into the morgue to pay their final respects to Riko and Kuroi before retrieving you, you kept quiet about it, trusting them wholly to catch you as well.

On that day, everything changed.

On that night, there was no turning back.

But to both yours and Geto's surprise, the boldness of Gojo as he landed right by you both on the manta ray and grasped Geto's shoulder, his suggestion for a hideaway took your breaths away.

The empty private home – one of quite many – belonging to his family's clan; this one gifted solely to him. Even as fugitives, making such a bold choice to hide there, Gojo sure is a wild child.

Wading in the waters of the giant tub to wash away the blood, flushing the pink tinted liquid down the drain, then filling up the tub once more made way for some scented oil that helped elevate the tranquil vibes.

“You're certain?” Geto scrubbed his shoulder length sudsy hair, brushing his wet locks.

“The clan has too many spots all over Japan. We crash here tonight, take what we can to sell for cash in case the geezers fry our bank accounts, then high tail someplace new. Like say, I don't know, overseas?” Gojo's lax assurance transformed him into a chibi in Geto's point of view; resting his head and arms back against the tub's rim.

Almond eyes darkened, catching the scar stretching from Gojo's lithe neck, across that toned chest, and stopping by his hip poking out of the bubbly water.

Exhaustion smeared with piqued intrigue and guilt in those blue eyes spotting the X shaped scar on Geto's sculpted chest.

Red tints colored their faces as pleased sighs left their lips at the warm water loosening up their stiff muscles, fingers weaving through each other's slick hair, bringing their faces closer, brown meeting blue as they stared longingly at each other.

The unique connection ergo magnetic attraction was evident. From clashing freshmen to still bickering but budding sophomores. And now, as fresh genocidal dropouts, they both looked like they aged a lot.

The contrasts, the similarities, their yin yang dynamic.

That and the fuzzy warmth was getting to them.

“I'm really glad you're alive.” Geto nuzzled his nose against Gojo's.

“RCT for the win.” That albino pecked the corner mouth of his raven.

Their tired giggles relieved the tension.

Brushing their bare dripping shoulders together, lips connected, initiating timid soft touches. Drool connected their heated tongues, their heated breath fanning one another's face, oh so close, wanting more.

Your hums of content grabbed their attention as you waded over to them, watching your round cheeks blowing soapy bubbles into their faces.

Running your hands down their scars made your lips tremble at the agony they went through. Entrapped in their arms, you hummed as their lithe hands caressed your supple smooth skin for they were touched by your gingerly layered kisses along their tender marked flesh.

Toru's yawning broke out, worrying you and Sugu who suggested you all start drying up. Toru was the most exhausted being actively awake using Six Eyes for 3 days straight.

But you all were, mentally and emotionally.

The electric dryer rumbled as your wet uniforms swirled within. The AC hummed in the backdrop.

Duffle bags left open as you three laid in the enormous bed, you three snuggled in close on the center.

Setting up a small simple altar in honor of Riko and Kuroi in the room gave you all some peace of mind, especially when burning some smoky incense to cleanse the place. To pray and hope that their souls were in a better place than the hell they're stuck on called Earth.

“I detest humanity. Swallowing cursed spirits made from the worst parts of their very existence for so long confirms that. Killing those cultists put my mind at ease … as horrible as that must be to you.” Suguru's weary gaze shifted to meet Satoru's now unsettlingly calm ones as they laid atop the bed beside each other, clad in just boxers, with you splayed across Satoru wearing just a large tee you all shared just cause.

“You've been feeling this way for a long time, then.” Suguru flushed as Satoru weaved his hand through those silky obsidian strands, free from the metaphorical shackles of his usual restrained bun. “I'm sorry I didn't realize it.”

Suguru's cheek nuzzled his wrist, breathing in Satoru’s cozy scent. “I never wanted you to. Or anyone for that matter. These are my own feelings to grapple with.”

Satoru's messy cat hair shook, tickling Suguru's face, closing his stinging eyes to let them rest for the moment as their foreheads touched. “Well, now, we'll carry that burden together.”

“We're branded as curse users now … we're on our own from here … and you're fine with that?” Sugu was skeptical for the most part.

“I never held hatred for anybody before … not even over Amanai's death … but I always knew my life would be spent as a living weapon for jujutsu society … a monster. And now that I've crossed the line … there's no coming back from that … but I'd do it all again …if it mended the pain you felt inside. I just … I don't want you suffering in silence anymore. I never want to leave you behind.” That soothing voice of his cracked.

Suguru was breathless seeing red in those reopened agonized eyes.

“Still … I took advantage of your heightened state and let my emotions cloud my judgment. I'm supposed to be the moral compass … yet I'm no better than those monkeys … and you nearly died because of them … I'm sorry Satoru … I'm so sorry.” Water hit Toru’s skin as the choked up weeping of his best friend smothered his shoulder.

“Hey, hey. I'm here, aren't I?” Keeping an arm wrapped around his partner, Satoru smooched the crown of Suguru's precious noggin, being tickled by those loose bangs in the face, shushing him and kissing that pierced ear of his. “And even you need to cut yourself some slack and lean on others too, ya know. And realize … you can't get rid of me that easily. You're stuck with this monster for a long time, Suguru~”

That possessive, enamored voice compelled Suguru to peak out and witness those lovesick eyes; the polar opposite to the tunnel vision of the reawakened Satoru Gojo that approached him with Riko-chan in his arms, struck right at his core.

The soft warm lamp on the side table paired with the sliver of moonlight between the curtains transformed their eyes into mini galaxies. Their own universe even to dwell in and share together.

“Hmm.” He brushed back Satoru's locks to spot the scar on his forehead and kiss that booboo. “You've never been a monster to me. Just a goofy idiot.”

Elated chuckles hit his giant lobed ears as his resident goofball pecked his blushing nose. “Your goofy idiot, smart ass.”

“Awwww~”

Flinching at that familiar voice, the guys directed their flushed gazes to you; your cheek mushed against Toru's pillow chest, fawning over them with your e/c eyes, round with sparkles and hearts set a glow in ‘em.

“I agree with all the above. Don't mind me. Just get it on with the yaoi goodness.”

“How subtle.” Suguru's eyes crinkled with mirth.

“She's got good taste, though.” Satoru's feline grin followed, rolling you both over to smush you in between them, pecking your forehead. “Period.”

You frowned. “All the apologies in the world can't make up for me letting you two down today.”

“Nonsense.” Suguru disagreed as the back of your head cushioned in between his plush pecs. “Having you here with us makes this shitty day much better.”

“We all screwed up.” Gojo griped before it became a longer deeper yawn.

Your eyes glowed a moment before dying down, alerting them and reminding you. “Time for you to sleep. Cause we got a lot of shit to think over on how to move forward. For all of us.” His exasperated sigh was met by your chaste lips as you leaned up to kiss him; him returning it to suck them up.

“Yes ma'am.” His pouting turned to a dopey grin; growing wider when Suguru kissed him goodnight too. That finally conked him out, breathing softly, when Suguru's hand wrapped around your side, turning you to lay on your back so he could see you properly; eyes clad in guilt of his own.

“Y/n, in no way should you feel responsible for what happened. That assassin would have killed you too if you had gotten involved. If we lost you as well …” His forehead met yours, letting you kiss him slowly, pulling him in to relish your personal taste. “My hope is that they're in a better place now.”

“Me too … My visions are just as much an omen as they are an aid. In this world there are no guarantees for a peaceful living … but I believe in you two … no matter what … and I know in my heart this is worth it, risks and all.”

Your honest smile made him grateful for accepting him, despite all that's happened, his tears hitting your face in response so you kissed his tears away.

“Thank you, Y/n.” His whispers met your lips as you two got caught up in another kiss when you two grunted in surprise as Satoru flipped you both over, smothering you two under his precious heat.

“‘M love you both, mmh so much.” He mewled, sleepy eyes peeking open to drowsily smile down at you two.

“Satoru, we can't breathe.” A red faced Suguru wheezed out.

Satoru languidly laughed, “My bad.”

Thankfully, you three were able to get some shuteye that night.

They're your whole world now.

Deep down inside, they know they're both monsters, for that day brought the truth to light of their dark potential.

But they're your monsters.

Your empathetic, devious, passionate monsters.

And as far as the truth goes, you too are just the same.

Three of a kind, indeed.

[ninibeingdelulu]

— headcanons ft. suguru geto

Despite turning megalomaniacal mass-murderer, Suguru retains a soft spot for you as his oldest friend who stuck by his side even when Satoru wouldn't. In private, that cocky smugness melts into nostalgic warmth - his guard lowering to reveal flashes of the charismatic rebel you both idolized as teens.

Sure, you're still barked at and demeaned by that imperious scowl during cult meetings or training sessions. But the moment you're alone, Suguru lets his calloused fingertips trail possessively along your jawline with unspoken appreciation amongst those penetrating bedroom eyes of his - hazy wisps of vulnerability resurfacing.

"Don't make me regret this favoritism, kitten," he'll murmur in that honeyed rasp curling between your bodies. A mixture of menacing and tender promising endless devotion to protecting his most precious asset - should you stay worthy. Sealing his bargain with an indulgent, openmouthed trail down the elegant column of your throat.

While Suguru remains utterly ruthless towards underlings questioning his regime, he grants you certain privileges no other cultist dares dream of. Like lounging together post-meeting in your quarters, unburdened of uniform as he lets you drown in the oversized folds of his signature black turtleneck tunic.

"Don't get too comfortable in my duds," he'll tease with a wolfish grin, admiring how the dark fabric hangs off your frame. Challenging if you look quite as ravishing stripped of its veiling shelter while gliding across to cage you to the mattress. "That outfit has immense power...not meant for such irresistible temptations as yourself."

Nights descend into languid sinful hours worshipping those alabaster expanses, Suguru's devilish mouth reverently mapping and savoring every breathless whine dragged from your kiss-bruised lips. All harsh callousness dissolved into exquisite, unhurried consumption - until you lie splayed and quivering in decadent bliss.

Once sated, he pulls your disheveled form flush against his, carding possessive caresses through your tousled locks. A contented chuckle rumbling low at the sight of his oversized clothing draped so wantonly across his spoils. Drinking in your spent, glowing radiance with smoldering burgundy embers.

"Mine forever, beloved," Suguru affirms with a scorching, eyelock searing into you. Invoking those all-binding vows spoken under the cult's bloody chrysalis, his lips ghosting a sanctifying kiss to your sweat-dewed brow. "Bound to this path...to _me_...until our crusade rains unholy revelations upon the blind, non-sorcerer masses. You and I intertwined beyond realms of their insignificant comprehension."

And in those midnight shards of clarity lurking behind his intoxicating swagger, lies absolute conviction. That you are the one soul he trusts implicitly, perhaps loves more than any other - destined to eventually reign beside him as his immortal Queen when the old world's ashes finally settle. Untouchable and resplendent in his cursed shadow's embrace.

[arminsumi]

✎ immortal devotion

suguru 💗 すぐる

note : ahhh i really want to write more for our fav little cult leader but his damn best friend keeps invading my mind. any geto thoughts u have feel free to share i would love to hear ur hcs or just rambles ✌️

warnings — toxic love, cult leader!sugu / implies brainwashing, non-sorcerer!reader

he wants you to be devoted to him.

he craves your devotion. he needs your declaration of undying, eternal love. he thinks fuck, if only i could turn the two of us into immortal beings, then i could entrap you into an eternity of loving and pleasing me.

he needs you to swear your life to him. it's killing him to wait for your words, he wishes he could force it out of you. squeeze those words out.

suguru doesn't want 'i love yous' or other such measly, pathetic confessions of affection from you.

no.

he wants to hear you say other words. ones with heavier meaning than an 'i love you'. he wants to see the depth of your emotions in your eyes. he wants to glower at you as you say it, on your knees for him like he's your god. it's sick how badly he wants you to worship him, how he wants your love to be twisted with fear.

he'd dig his fingers into your cheeks as you look at him with a drunken, spellbound look of pure infatuation and inconceivable love. raw lust. tainted innocence. a foggy mind. his kisses get you so fucked up and he knows it, he loves to see that exhausted breath escape your lips like he's just squeezed the air out of your lungs.

"say it." he'd demand in a low voice you can't help but feel compelled to obey.

and you'd say, "i'm devoted to you." like a brainwashed cultist to him.

it would give him a little rush.

he'd admire the way your pupils dilate for him. dark devotion. twisted romance. that's what he needs from you, not just because he loves you with devastating intensity and passion, but because he loves you selfishly. he harbors all these feelings you give him and dams them up, builds a cage around the two of you to prevent anyone from entering or exiting this whirlwind of "love".

"good. now will you obey me like a good little monkey, hm?"

you nod dumbly, completely missing the strange nickname that you've never heard him use before. his heart lurches. he's finally got you ensnared. there's no going back after you declare devotion to geto suguru.

and you love him like he's your cult leader. because he is. you just don't know it yet. for now, he's just an innocent boyfriend who functions normally in society, no secrets are kept from you, right?

[thee-horny-thicky]

Consequences

So a while back, I wrote what was supposed to be the beginning of another fic, about Suguru losing his girl to Satoru. However, I never picked it back up. With Savior concluded, I'll probably start working on it soon. Until then, enjoy this snippet :)

Every little choice you make has the potential to affect the very course of your future. Asking someone how they’re doing may prevent them from ending their own life. Deciding to ask a stranger for directions can lead to meeting your soulmate. Waking up too late can save you from being a victim of a brutal attack. Accepting a drink from a stranger can lead to you being kidnapped and sold. Driving your car just a little too fast can result in you dying a fiery death.

Making little choices that alter your life and that of those around you is the very basis of the butterfly effect. Your actions always have consequences, after all.

Suguru Geto was now learning this the hard way. Not answering a few texts, rejecting some invitations to hang out, and missing a few days of school seemed like minor choices. He hadn’t been in the right headspace for the past few weeks. Riko’s death had impacted him, and every day, he regretted not allowing Satoru to slaughter those fucking twisted cultists.

Their applause continued to echo through his head, the memory of the way they rejoiced at the death of an innocent girl never failing to sicken him.

He’d thought nothing of taking time to himself to cope and intended to make it up to every single one of his friends. You, most especially. He’d begun to long for the feeling of you in his arms and planned to treat you to a date night to apologize for his absence.

But actions have consequences, and the consequence for his was seeing Satoru flaunt you around the school. Unlike him, the heir of the Gojo clan had no reservations about showing you off to the world.

And why wouldn’t he? You were so quick-witted, a living challenge to the idea that pretty girls couldn’t be intelligent or capable. Your cursed energy could turn explosive, and he delighted in seeing the sadistic smile on your gorgeous face as you blew up 1st-grade curses with ease. You weren’t from a major clan, but you were from an upper-middle-class family of sorcerers that’d traveled the world, making you miles more experienced than most of your peers.

Your knowledge was something he loved about you, and your technique was something he admired about you. He adored seeing you high off adrenaline and caught up in a battle, how light your laugh sounded, the way your pretty eyes gleamed. The nature of your technique made you destructive, and you embraced that wholeheartedly.

You’d been the yin to his yang, and he allowed you to slip through his fingers.

Suguru hadn’t wanted to broadcast your relationship, not ready to fully commit to you. He was a part of the strongest duo, and that came with a lot of responsibility, which allowed little room for love.

Or, so it had seemed, as Satoru seemed to be juggling the two just fine. Because unlike him, Satoru had taken Riko’s death as a testament to how short life was and didn’t hesitate to take his chance with you.

He regretted not adhering to your pleas to publicly claim you, and anger would flare inside of him every time he wondered how long you held feelings for Satoru. Surely, his time away from you wasn’t enough for your feeling to fade away.

But either you were a damned good actress, or you’d truly fallen out of love with him, and transferred your feeling to his white-haired friend. The two of you were caught up in your own little world, giggling as Shoko looked at you and Satoru in disgust. Watching the two of you was sickeningly sweet, and whereas the brunette seemed repulsed by your bountiful PDA, it only made Suguru bitter.

It should be him holding you, not Satoru. The man already had everything, being blessed in every way imaginable. He had looks, money, power, and a stupidly large personality. Surely, it wouldn’t be too much to let Suguru have you? If anything, you should be his reward for all he’s gone through, not another thing he’s lost.

Satoru brushed his lips over yours, and though the kiss was chaste, it was too much for Suguru to bear. Were you trying to make him jealous, allowing your ex’s friend to be so handsy with you?

As Shoko faked a gag, Suguru shot from his seat. His friends look at him in confusion, while you merely rolled your eyes. When you look at him, there was no bitterness or satisfaction in your gaze. No, it was worse with that, as your eyes held no discernable feelings for him. It was a far cry from the way you looked at Satoru, so full of affection, the same you way used to look at him.

“You good, bro?” Satoru questioned; his arm wrapped around your shoulders.

No, he wasn’t, and his best friend was part of the reason why. He never gave much thought to the flirty comments Satoru aimed your way, because that’s just who Satoru is, a flirt. He thought it was just playful banter, not that he was expressing his true feelings for you.

How wrong he’d been.

“I’m fine,” he gritted out, gathering his things.

He could tell none of you believed him, but he didn’t care. He needed to get away from you and Satoru before he did something he’d regret.

“Where are you going?” Shoko asked, twirling the stick she kept in her mouth.

To find a curse to brutally kill. He needed a way to release his jealous rage.

“I have something to do.”

“Oh, wait, before you go, we’re going out tonight,” Satoru revealed, gently stroking your back as you leaned against him. “Wanna come?”

And see you all dolled up, wrapped around Satoru, and pretending he didn’t exist? He’d have to pass.

“I’ll see.”

“Oh, c’mon,” you whined, finally acknowledging him. “We haven’t hung out in so long!”

He had to hold back a scoff at your faux concern. If you really did care, you would’ve waited for him until he was ready to come back to you.

“…I’ll think about it.”

“I’ll text you the deets,” you said, ignoring his hesitance as you pulled your phone from your pocket.

Nodding, he began to walk away, stopping when his phone buzzed. His eyes widened at your message.

You: Stop being a little bitch and text Satoru back. He misses you.

You: I know you’ve seen them.

He quickly put his phone away, worried he’d throw the device if he stared at your texts much longer. Of course, you didn’t miss him. No, you were only concerned about Satoru.

Turning back, he shot you a glare, but your focus was again on Satoru. Not even Shoko noticed him, too concerned about making fun of you two.

Not bothering to hide his soured expression, he stomped away. Maybe he would go out tonight, just to put a damper on yours. Perhaps, he’d find a pretty thing to cuddle up with as you had with his best friend, though he doubted he’d elicit a reaction from you. Regardless, he needed some way to get the bitterness out of his system, and fucking it out might just be the best release possible.

So, as he stomped away, he fired off a text to Satoru to let him know he’d be in attendance.

[suki-daydreams]

Umbrella

info : past arc gojo x baker reader, (reader is not a sorcerer, but gojo is), tiny angst to fluff, reader is a sweetheart (i love u), gojo and reader meet, comfort

suki's notes : this takes place right after geto goes cray-cray. this is also my first tumblr post- pls bear with me. this story will most likely have multiple parts and will eventually become present into the jjk world (season 1). hope you all enjoy! idek if anyone is even going to see this

THIS POST IS UNEDITED

spoilers if you haven't watched s2 of jjk- the hidden inventory arc

I do a recap in the beginning- SOOOOO

if u haven't watched season 2 yet- SKIP AHEAD

but if u know what happens and ur too impatient skip ahead ;-;

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"The umbrella symbolizes the canopy of the heavens, shelter, and protection. The parasol is a symbol of the SUN, and an umbrella is a symbol of the shade. It is often an emblem of power and dignity."

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Defeated. Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer, the most powerful man in the modern world, felt defeated. how exactly?

Gojo had a mission to escort a girl named Riko Amanai alongside with his best friend, Geto Suguru.

Geto and Gojo were the strongest.

Riko was going to be sacrificed to a powerful being named Tengen to renew their existence for a period of time to protect the safety of sorcerers and their whereabouts.

But, the mission failed. Just when Riko realized she finally wanted to live for herself. She got shot in the head by a man named Toji, an assassin, who goes by many names but it mainly known for being the "killer of sorcerers".

Gojo avenged Riko's death by killing Toji.

And with that, Gojo became the strongest.

Finally learning how to control his power, and harnessing it to the fullest. He went on solo missions- orders given by his teacher, leaving his best friend behind.

But, little did Gojo know, his best friend lost his way, but at the same time, found his way. Found how he wanted to live his life.

Sorcerers kills curses, they protect non-sorcerers. Geto witnessed the ugliness of the weak, aka non-sorceres, when cultists wanted Riko dead, and they got what they wanted. Geto's other friend, a first year, named Yu Haibara, died during a mission with another first year by his side, Kento Nanami, who survived.

Riko's death, Yu's death, a conversation with a girl in the middle of his mourning- all changed Geto's ideals.

Geto massacred a whole village including his parents. His dream is to now eliminate all non sorcerers. He was expelled from jujutsu high with an execution on his head.

And, it was up to Gojo to kill him. But, he couldn't. Even when he had the chance, even when Geto turned his back on Gojo. He did nothing.

He couldn't kill his best friend. The only one he's ever had.

Riko's death, Yu's death, Geto leaving.

___ end of recap

All light was sucked out of Gojo's world. An endless void of despair and defeat, crushed his soul.

He questioned his strength, his very own being, everything.

He let his feet drag him to wherever. He walked and walked, and soon found himself somewhere in the city. Collapsing on the wet pavement of stairs, as his phone vibrated.

Dragging it out of his pocket and flipping it open to answer the call.

"Gojo.. where are you?" It was another friend of Gojos, her name was Shoko Ieiri, she was also good friends with Yu and Geto.

"I'm on a mission Yaga sent me on," he lied.

"How humorous. I asked Yaga and he said he hasn't sent you on a mission yet."

Gojo scoffed and threw his head back with his eyes shut, he simply just let the raindrops fall onto his face. He didn't even have the energy to activate his infinity to stop him from getting wet.

"Yeah.. well. I'm on a mission of my own. I want to be alone right now." He said, Shoko let out a big sigh.

"Gojo, come back- if you don't. I will find you-"

"Yeah.. well. Good luck with that."

He shut his phone, hanging up the call with his brunette friend. He shoved the electronic back in his pocket while the rain pattered on his body. It didn't hurt. It was calming, but also very lonely.

Anger filled his body, as he drowned himself more and more into his emotions, thoughts, and what he was going through. He hated being vulnerable. If he was blessed with these powers. Why... couldn't he save the one's closest to him?

"GODAMMIT!" Gojo screamed to the sky, "if I really am worth something, if I really am worth being here, send me a sign, a blessing!! Whatever!" He yelled, then his head dropped. His icy blue irises staring nothing into the ground as raindrops hit the cement.

"I... have nothing to lose." His voice came out as a whisper, despite screaming on the top of his lungs a few seconds ago.

He decided to give heaven a chance. He waited... and waited.. nothing. More rain on an empty street.

Until it all stopped. He heard the rain, but no longer felt it. Assuming it was Shoko, he sighed out.

"Wow. Found me already, Shoko? I'm impressed," he said then finally gained the strength to look over his shoulder, his heart jumped.

You.

Your hair starting to get damp from the rain, your e/c (eye color) orbs staring back at him with all your beautiful features. You were mesmerizing, hugging a dessert bag to your chest to stop the rain from soaking it, while you let your purse dangle loosely by your side.

He swallowed the lump in his throat.

"Uh-"

"Hi," you simply said with a smile, "I'm sorry I'm not this 'Shoko' you're talking about," you said with a small giggle, "but, you're getting wet, so here's my umbrella," your voice was soft, enchanting, music to his ears.

"Thanks." He said, as you held your umbrella out. But, he never took it from your grasp. It was big enough to cover you and him, so you placed it in between you two.

"Are you alright?" You asked, as you took a seat right next to him.

"Yeah.. why?" Is all he could force himself to say while staring back at you.

"Well, I mean.." you said looking around at the fast rain hitting every surface in your view before focusing your attention back on him, "you're sitting out here all by yourself. In the rain... in the cold... by yourself?"

He finally mustered up the courage to clear his throat and say, "I'm not exactly in my best moment right now."

You did nothing but smile, "understandable. But, you shouldn't be neglecting your needs. You could catch a cold."

He sighed, a non sorcerer talking about "needs".

"Yeah. Well. What exactly do I need right now?" He snapped, then sighed, "I have nothing to lose." It was silent, barely a whisper. But, you heard it, and did nothing but blink.

Then suddenly. You smiled and held out the umbrella.

"You need an umbrella."

Gojo : (ಠ_ಠ)

You giggled at his reaction.

"And, maybe... you need to find your way again," you said, making his eyes widened.

"Everything about you is bright. From your hair, your eyes, your skin," you pointed at each feature of his as you said it, then you dropped your arm to your side. "You glow on a dark cloudy-rainy evening like this, but you have this sad feeling to you."

He turned his head to stare at his feet.

"Whatever you're going through. I hope you get through it. With all the umbrellas you need!" You said, throwing your arms out. Then you smiled, "my grandma once told me, 'it's okay to lose your way, it's okay to be stuck once in a while. But, it's not okay to stay stuck in the same miserable spot.'"

Then you stood up, "you gotta pick yourself up! Because no one will," you stated, he nodded. He knows.

"And, life won't wait for you, it's just gonna keep going and going," you said and handed him the dessert bag you kept dry, "this has some kikufuku, castella, and a cake roll, if something makes everyone feel better- it's food! Especially sweets." You said with a small 'yum'.

He stared at you.

Then you smiled sheepishly, "it's been a couple hours since they were made- it's usually better fresh, but I hope you enjoy them either way!" You smiled, then waved goodbye at him.

"Goodbye stranger! Until we meet again," you said, turning around and walking away. Then suddenly, you jumped and turned around once again, "I forgot to say- you have really pretty eyes!" You yelled, then giggled, "bye now!"

He watched your figure turn the corner and disappear, but he continued to stare at nothing.

Speechless. He was speechless.

What just happened.

He's a stranger to you, you're a stranger to him, yet you gave him life advice, your umbrella, desserts, a compliment, and comfort- in less than 10 minutes.

Everything resumed, as he finally took in what happened. Not that he needed to, but he cursed at himself for not thanking you at the least.

Gojo hopes he can meet you again. Then he glanced at the shop name on the dessert bag, a small smile plastered his face. He knows how.

With the umbrella still in his hand, he picked himself up off the of ground with the dessert bag hanging around his wrist and began to make his way back to jujutsu high. Thoughts lingered his head. You roamed his mind even after he made it back, even when he was laying in bed at night.

The umbrella that you gave him was in the corner of his room, the moonlight peeking through his window dimly shining on it.

He asked for a blessing..

And there, you came.

end ~

more to come

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I feel like I made Shoko a little out of character lol fuc.

What do y'all think? I don't even know if this is going to reach people LMAOO

I also really want to write a Sukuna x reader inspired by Beauty and The Beast. but 4 now. I am going to focus on gojo x baker reader. BUT I WILL WRITE IT SOMEDAY. PROMISE

also gonna write some toji fanfics. but not rn

if u didnt know (ofc u wouldnt. this is my first post) gojo is my main man crush. but i also really like toji and sukuna <3

[ghoul-eyes]

FIC REC

Satoru Gojo x Suguru Geto

A canonverse fic mostly from Gojos POV where he recconects with Geto - but Geto is not the cultist he expected him to be.

75,000 words so far

Chapter 15/19

My impression - It seems like Geto is a communist terrorist here lmaoo. My friend wrote this and Im obsessed with it I need moreee. Feral gojo was so good I keep thinking about himm

[hydrxnessa]

i did character moodboards but instead its the characters i drew inspiration from over the years

(very long) rambles to the void below // // its very long. heed this warning.

ok first off; Hydra! she first started off as a roleplay character back in the 2016 minecraft hypixel housing roleplay days. your generic ender dragon girl hybrid kinda thing. whole reason why i call myself hydra, she's basically my persona atp

years would go by and she'd later have her own separate story instead of a bunch of one-offs with just 'feral edgy dragon hybrid girl' as a template

she's an unhinged, loose cannon who's generally outcasted by society. all four characters: jinx, nimona, surge and catra are seen by this.

with jinx, mainly her growing up being rough which shapes her to become the feral loose cannon she is. also a twisted father figure. sounds familiar.

with nimona, its mostly just the unhinged-ness and outcast traits. also her personality, with being reckless and rushing in without a plan but also emotionally unstable, easily irritated and fragile.

with surge, its her whole gist of being an experimented cyborg-esque character, with the purpose of surpassing a highly-renowned figure (sonic) -- at the cost of forgetting who she used to be before. yeah i stole that whole thing and threw it onto hydra/hj . once again emotionally unstable due to not knowing who she used to be, and her purpose was created by someone else, not for herself. once that someone else is out of the picture, she'd go on to struggle purpose for herself, whilst being haunted by her past. i think surge is the Major inspiration for hydra here tbh

aaand finally, catra. i /could/ compare adora and catra's relationship to hydra and lyura's, but its very minor. they both grew up together, fought together, played together; but as they grew up, they'd grow distant away from each other. up until the point where they have completely differing ideals and views. and betrayal, there's hints of betrayal in there. and once again, emotionally unstable. i think there's a pattern here

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okaayy, next up is Intoxicate! he actually started off as an oc completely based around angor rot (top middle). like, entirely angor rot, just furrified. you can probably see his old art on his toyhouse if you scroll down on his gallery. i hate looking at it but its a nice memory. he was always meant to be some sort of antagonist in the Wings' Ascent story, but i didn't really know where to take it

anyways he's a cult leader now, deemed as one of the most powerful Lights in the galaxy. very charismatic, yet ruthless. a deeper motivation to serve his god to save one life; a life so dear to him. tbh its giving gabriel agreste HELP

not much with neuvilette since i haven't played genshin's fontaine region (nor do i plan to, i just really like neuvi). he's the dragon sovereign iirc? more powerful than the archons themselves. authoritative and strong, those were the traits i gave intox. also similar hair.

i already spoke about angor rot - whole reason why intox exists in the first place. also the blue spots over his body, idk if there's story to that in the franchise but i stole that and made it like some sort of terminal disease on intox, just to make things dire.

lunatic cultist - i mean not much to say. intox serves the Lunatic Star. cultist serves the Moon Lord. i think its self-explanatory

suguru geto !! i love u geto cult leader, aand adopted two daughters that he basically saved from a village about to execute them. intox basically adopted tohka when she had nothing else. also charismatic yet manipulative demeanour. also hair. to that one person who compared human intox to geto, and i have never seen jjk ever, you are the reason i watched jjk in the first place. thanks

gary miller - cult leader. ruthless, cruel, sacrificial. would do anything for the entities he worships. also seems charming, yet manipulative. i do find the garyjohn ship silly and cute yet twisted

the lamb from cult of the lamb. oh boy, so unexpected. in intox's backstory, he dies through beheading but is brought to the Lunatic Star from death instead of being sent off to the heavens. Lunar promises him she will save Amaera, if he vows to serve her and gain her freedom from her shackles. very similar to the Lamb who was also beheaded and sent to the One Who Waits/Narinder, who promises vengeance in exchange of starting a cult to gain him power

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ok finally, Trojan! honestly if you're still reading thanks for listening to my dumb rambles about my ocs ??? really appreciate it lol even if im just talking to the void

oh he's a weird one. created him in 2021 i believe? which was when the project renekton skin was released (2nd row on the right). i also wanted a scientist character. so basically, i combined the two. red/orange lizard and scientist. anyways i never drew him again

ok he's back now. repurposed him and fit him into hydra's story so that he's the scientist who created her (i forgot what her story was beforehand, other than experimentation, though i think it was just an scp foundation situation). originally meant to be a very cruel and very evil scientist, but i started liking the idea that he'd be more paternal and fatherly to her, and then slowly losing that sense as he gained more power and more involved with his research.

basically, mad scientist with a child experiment.

abrahm valentin - i actually dont understand the iris lore tbh. i do know that he killed his brother and repurposed his remains/nervous system into some sort of circus attraction, whilst his brother remained conscious. trojan killed his father and repurposed him into a powerful machine (H4YW1RE). also abrahm's pretty insane. like deadass insane.

dr clef - i think this was one of the original inspirations back when i first created him. doctor/researcher for the scp foundation, but he's anomalous himself. also batshit insane

dr starline - he's connected to surge's story, whole reason why she exists. similar to how hydra/lyura only exist because of him. also voice claims are generally a posh british accent. that's as far as that goes.

draedon. ough i love draedon. a powerful scientist and researcher who transferred his whole conscious into this mechanical body. built crazy powerful technology; armour for a literal godslayer, a worm god, dangerous robots, etcetc. also i liked the idea that he had multiple labs across the continent, but as he grew more powerful and gained more knowledge, those labs became abandoned.

project renekton - similar to angor rot to tox, he's the major inspiration and starting point of trojan. though the inspiration mainly came from his aesthetics, and a tiny hint of unhinged personality but thats it really

lysandre, ooh this one's interesting. his ideal was that the world was no longer beautiful, instead growing uglier, so he wanted to create a perfect world by ridding all of imperfection. trojan's ideals are heavily based around perfection and transcending the Stars and their flaws. also lysandre was seen as a very influential figure, who's technology was basically everywhere in kalos. trojan was the same, just on a wider galactical scale. a very renowned scientist, where most tech of akr'byx could be traced back to him.

viktor - pretty much the same as lysandre, only that he replaced his body and augmented it with machinery as he saw it far superior than flesh.

i dont actually remember what viggo grimborn's inspo was other than his voice claim. maybe also for his charming yet manipulative demeanour

boothill was actually meant to be up there but i didnt have space !! his backstory is Very similar to trojan where they both lose a loved one and died just after, yet brought back via augmentation of their body.

ANYWAYS. thats the end. im so tired. thanks if you read all of this. im not reading back there's probably mistakes and i will probably die of cringe. woohoo i love having favourite characters then stuffing them into ocs

[uzumakisavior]

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄 (with relevant lyrics) .

Share at least 5 songs that you associate with or remind you of your muse!

SUGURUUUUUU Geto —

Paint the Town Red #1 Yeah, bitch, I said what I said //Geto KFC break up I'd rather be famous instead (walk on by)// Becomes Buddhist Cultist I let all that get to my head // His downfall and Yuki's Convo I don't care, I paint the town red (walk on by) // Murdered 112 and counting. The fire in that village. x2 Mm, she the devil She a bad lil' bitch, she a rebel (walk on by) She put her foot to the pedal It'll take a whole lot for me to settle (walk on by) Mm, she the devil She a bad lil' bitch, she a rebel (walk on by) She put her foot to the pedal It'll take a whole lot for me (yeah) to settle (walk on by) Yeah, said my happiness is all of your misery I put good dick all in my kidneys (walk on by) // Gojo...obviously

Applause By Lady Gaga I've overheard your theory, "Nostalgia's for geeks" // Memories of youth I guess sir, if you say so, some of us just like to read // He understands that intrusive traumatic memories are too painful to relive, so he decides to distance himself by taking on a new identity One second I'm a Koons fan, suddenly the Koons is me // One second I defend the weak, suddenly I they're punished by me Pop culture was in art, now art's in pop culture, in me // I abided by the moral of the majority now the majority abides by me/(my moral) I live for the applause, applause, applause // I mean....you know...star plasma vessel, yes? I live for the applause-plause, live for the applause-plause, live for the- Way that you cheer and scream for me The applause, applause, applause // I Just love the idea that he uses his trauma to mock the lay people.

Empty Walls (This song reminds me of the village Suguru has burned) Your empty walls Your empty walls Pretentious attention Dismissive apprehension Don't waste your time On coffins today When we decline From the confines of our mind Don't waste your time On coffins today Don't you see their bodies burning? Desolate and full of yearning Dying of anticipation Choking from intoxication Don't you see their bodies burning? Desolate and full of yearning Dying of anticipation Choking from intoxication I want you to be left behind those empty walls Taunt you to see from behind those empty walls

Ungodly Hour Song by Chloe x Halle (How I feel his love for Gojo would be in a song. This entire song screams satosugu to me) Hit me with your eyes I never seen that kind of view You walkin' over here The way that it went down, that's when I knew We be talkin' all night But I can tell you need to work on you, you, you Like you, you, you, like you Like you, mmm You be playin' sweet But, baby, don't you know that talk is cheap Can't fool me I wish that you could back it up for me, me, me Like me, me, me, like me

Go Forth and Die by Dethklok Trapped inside a box Four long years Hiding from the world Punished by your peers Studied teachers words Staff appointed hearts Earned a piece of paper No go forth and start Go forth, be conquered Go forth and die //The song about the disillusionment of higher education and its true, consumerist underbelly motivated by fear....not much different than the themes of JJK, sorcery, and its abuse of the youth. I think Suguru would relate to this. Newly graduated sorcerers go forth, just to be conquered, and more go forth and die

BONUS!!!! Bongos by Cardi ft Megan thee Stallion

Thick bitches in a black truck, packed in Eat whoever in my way, Ms. Pacman // Eating curses Hermes, made a real big purchase // Toji Purse so big, had to treat it like a person // Suguru's new pet worm

Any song with Megan and Cardi makes me think of Sato and Sugu, just saying

Tagged by — @ashestxashes

Tagging — anyone who ever reads this

[seoafin]

I know they're losing and I'll pay for my place

ii.

geto suguru x reader

warnings: gruesome death

This temple has a garden.

A nice walking garden that is well maintained by the members of the Star Religious Group. Flowers of every imaginable variety compliment the stone walking path, along with immaculately trimmed bushes and bonsai trees.

You pluck out some flowers, a pink one for Nanako, a dark purple one for Mimiko, and freeze them.

Under your touch they are immortal, forever in bloom. Preserved for life. You place the flowers in their room to give them a nice surprise later. You remember when they were younger and awed by your cursed technique-turned-party-trick.

But now, there’s no more need to fight, to put your life on the line for the monkeys anymore.

Suguru's happier lately. You attribute it to the new Grade 1 curse he's managed to capture. A curse he's had his eye on for a while now. A grotesque thing shaped like a spider with three heads and even more eyes. Its large spindly legs could easily pin a person down and crush their head.

You have, luckily, never seen this in action. Discovered on Mount Mitake eating hikers that strayed too far from the path, it had been too close to the College to risk, but Satoru had been out of the country that month. Overseas.

Nanako tells you that it's because he's pleased to finally see you out of your room. That Geto-sama told the monkeys to plant the flowers just for you!

"See?" She pressed the head of the flower into your hands, the delicate floral scent wafting into your nose as wilting petals stained your palm. Behind her Mimiko was eagerly nodding. "It's your favorite!

An amaryllis flower. The same flower you had decorated Shoko’s room with years ago.

So you sit. And read outside for a change, sitting at the small table reserved for you tucked away in a secluded corner of the garden, provided shade by the sakura blossoms and a large oak tree. Mimiko and Nanako join you and sit across from you. You help them with schoolwork even though Nanako grumbles about learning history (Monkey history? What's that got to do with me? When Geto-sama kills them all, there won't be any need!)

They don't really hate non jujutsu sorcerers. The both of them. But they will follow Suguru to the end just as you will. You can't fault them, even though you want better for them.

Both girls are quick learners when they want to be, finishing their problems, handing them in, and running off after a shared look. They think you don't know about their excursions to the city, but you know. And so does Suguru.

Sometimes you see cultists strolling by or raking the leaves. They avert their gazes immediately or look past you like a ghost before swiftly turning away. You feel invisible, like you once did in a room of clapping cultists, hearing Satoru propose slaughter while your throat had been thick with grief and despair. You don’t like the feeling.

Suguru brings the investors into the garden on occasions. More for a change of scenery than a need to impress. If he gets too bored he might kill them before they finish their pitches, and that would be a problem.

The wind softly brushes your face. The sound of leaves dancing and grass rustling reach your ears, lulling you to sleep, and your eyelids are drooping close. You haven’t been sleeping lately. Suguru’s worried.

You rest your head down on your arms, and watch through slitted eyes as a leaf lazily falls into the koi pond a couple of meters away from you.

You fall asleep easily.

—

A ruckus wakes you up.

"Do you know who I am!?" A voice bellows, indignation in every syllable, and you blink awake, raising your head just as a man storms over. He's stout, balding, and red-faced as he looks you over scornfully, plump face contorted in displeasure. Wrapped around his neck, however, is a thin, wrinkly, curse that looks as if it's painfully restricting his airway. You recognize it as one of Suguru's curses.

You look at the man in front of you and then the cultists to the side. There's two of them, a man and a woman. The man looks unsure of whether or not to intervene, while the woman clutches a rake, terrified. Their gazes ping pong between you and the man.

"Where is he!?" The man snaps impatiently, drawing your attention back to him. Stubby fingers furiously scratch at the entity invisible to his eyes, trying with no avail to loosen the pressure. He looks about to burst, face comically blowing up.

Cursed energy flows to your pointed hand as you raise it, but then you catch yourself. You lower your hand, still enveloped in cursed energy, and say, "Suguru?"

You don't know where he is right now. Maybe in the main temple with the others. The man's wearing an expensive black suit, sleek and pressed, tailored to fit his short stature. An investor. He looks desperate, and you feel something stir inside of you.

His face flushes redder at the confirmation. "Geto," he spits, "that bastard! He promised me that he'd exorcise the curse on me! Do you know much money I've given you lot!?"

Before you can respond, his eyes narrow. "You're one of them, aren't you?"

"I—"

"Get rid of it!" He demands loudly, hands gesturing to his exposed neck.

You could do it. You could help. Suguru would forgive you. He would also attach another curse to the man by the end of the day, but the momentary respite—

The man's hand shoots out, and you let him grab your arm and tug you forward. He's stronger than he looks, because you almost topple from your chair.

Protests explode from the cultists, the woman in particular. "Please Sir! She's—"

"Didn't you hear me!?" Spittle flies from his mouth, outraged at your blank face and silence. His fingers dig into your skin. "I sai—"

A spray of blood hits your face.

Wet and crimson, some of it runs down your chin as the man is torn apart by Suguru's blood sucking curses. Grade 2. Tiny but deadly. They feast on his face and move onto his body, ripping skin away and exposing bone in the process. The man barely has time to comprehend his own gruesome death. There's a choked gurgle; maybe a scream caught in his throat. More blood. In a few seconds he is reduced to nothing but torn chunks of flesh and blood, and the mutilated corpse falls into a pool of blood.

You stare.

"What a mess," Suguru sighs out, surveying the scene, face sour. "It's everywhere."

Your eyes are latched to the bloody lump in front of you, completely unrecognizable from the breathing human that had been a few seconds ago.

The sounds in your ear intensify; the winged curses chittering over the blood, the water rushing from the stream of the garden, the occasional water bubbles from the koi pond, the rustling of the leaves above you, as something pricks at your chest.

You've seen worse. You're not horrified or surprised or disgusted. Yet the sight gives you pause. Especially when the curse that had previously been curled around the man's neck slithers away, leaving behind a trail of blood.

Hands softly cup and tilt your face upwards. Suguru fills your vision, his eyes scanning your face as if for any visible signs of injury or distress. Your face is a blank slate, and his lips form a frown.

"He touched you," he says tightly, looking both displeased and concerned. Blood slides down your face and onto your lap. The taste of copper is sharp in your mouth, and you're not sure if the blood is yours or the man's.

Something soft wipes off the blood on your face. A handkerchief. You wonder where that came from. You think there's an apology in his gaze, in the way he carefully wipes the blood off your brow, cheek, nose with the gentleness of a feather, getting the man's blood—a monkey's blood—all over his hands. But you're not sure. Maybe you're imagining it.

"Are you alright?"

The concern in his voice is real though. You take the handkerchief from him and into your hand. The smeared blood that couldn't be cleaned away is rapidly cooling on your face, and you think if you went to the bathroom and looked at yourself in the mirror you'd burst into laughter at how you look straight out of a low budget horror film.

Suguru's eyes briefly drop from yours to the red staining his hands. They flex, and you know how revolted he must be to have monkey's blood on his hands. You wonder if he's refraining from any derogatory comments in your presence, and you want to tell him that he shouldn't bother. That while you don’t understand, you don’t want him to have to hide anything from you.

You realize you haven't answered his question until he murmurs your name, knuckles brushing your face. You lean into the contact and nearly close your eyes. His gaze turns fond.

"I'm fine," you say, but it sounds dull to your ears. You look past Suguru, and see the cultists bowing or cowering, foreheads pressed to the ground. Then: "Are you?"

He raises an eyebrow, pleasantly amused at your question. If you focus on his face and his face only, he looks charming, and you don't know why you fixate on that particular detail, but it makes you happy in a way few things do anymore.

"Nothing that can't be washed away," he replies and you detect the slight strain that infuses his words. The disgust inches back onto his face when his eyes find the corpse in front of you.

"I'll walk you back," he finally says, dragging his gaze back to you.

You blink. "Don't you have..." It takes you a few seconds to recall the words. "That meeting. Today."

He looks surprised. "The meeting can wait."

"I'm fine." You stand on unsteady limbs, and Suguru reaches out to steady you, a reassuring hand on your back and the other wrapped around your arm.

"You don't look fine," he says worriedly, and he looks ready to shuffle you away, despite your protests.

"I'm fine," you reaffirm, because it seems to be the only words you know, but he doesn't look convinced.

He reluctantly lets you go.

You trudge back to your room on autopilot, feeling heavier with every step, and ignore the way Suguru's newest family member, a blonde woman with a camera hanging from her neck, does a double take as you pass.

You shut the door and don't leave.

[getoseasons]

i find myself alone here by wellthengetouttathesoupaisle word count: 2.4k gojo/geto; post-spv arc rating: T

When Suguru finds Satoru again, carrying Amanai’s wrapped body through a crowd of cultists, he thinks at first that he is seeing his friend’s ghost.

[hexpea]

Ch. 10 - New ⚠️NSFW BELOW⚠️

"Home sweet home!" Haibara sighed as the two strolled back onto campus. "I dunno' about you, but I need a nap!"

"Oh yeah..." Nanami confirmed without delay. "Definitely. I hope Gojo and Geto are alright. Wherever they are."

The two headed back to the dorms, the first and only thing on their agenda was to catch sleep. They strolled through the hallways until they reached Haibara's room, Nanami's just a bit further down.

"You wanna' sleep together?" Haibara asked innocently, opening the door to a room with wide open windows - the sunlight pouring in looked like heaven.

"Uh...actual sleep would be best..." Nanami blushed.

It was then that Haibara realized his blunder. "Oh geez," he slapped his forehead and smiled, "I meant like...actually sleeping. Like cuddling..." his cheeks also turned pink.

"That makes more sense," Nanami sighed with a relieved smile. "Sure. As long as we can fit on the mattress."

The two entered and kicked off their shoes. Haibara immediately removed his uniform and tossed it away, opting for a soft t-shit and sweatpants while Nanami awkwardly stood by.

"Oh...if you wanna run to your room to get clothes, go for it," Haibara smiled and peeled back the comforter on his bed. "Or you can just be naked. I don't really care."

Nanami instead just removed his uniform, leaving him in just his boxer briefs. It was more comfortable to sleep that way, a bit more breathable. Haibara was already under the covers, lying on his side and facing Nanami with a happily sleepy look on his face. He patted the small bed space next to him before closing his eyes Careful not to disturb the surface too much, Nanami slowly slipped under the covers. He pulled the blanket up to his chest as he laid on his back. Without warning, Haibara automatically moved to Nanami's side, somehow slipping under his arm so his head rested against his chest. His warmth was incredibly comforting, sending Nanami quickly to sleep despite the brightness of the room.

Meanwhile, Gojo cradled Amanai's lifeless body as Geto entered.

"You're late Suguru," Gojo mumbled in a monotone. "Wait, no, I think you're early. The Star Cult owns many buildings in this city after all."

"You're Satoru, right?" Geto was stunned to see Gojo well and living after the day's debacle. He gave a small nod.

"You went to Shoko already?" Gojo asked as he stepped closer.

"Yeah. She fixed me all up. I'm fine," Geto confirmed. "Actually...it doesn't matter that I'm fine."

"I messed up. It's not your fault," Gojo muttered, staring straight at Geto from under his lenses.

"Let's go back now." Geto turned away.

"Suguru..." Gojo didn't follow. "Should we kill these guys?" He asked of the cult members who were happy with Amanai's death. "If we do it now, I probably won't feel a single thing."

"Nah..." Geto turned, "there's no meaning in that. As far as I can tell, there's only non-shaman cultists here. The main offenders who know our side should've already run away. They can't escape from the current situation unlike with the bounty case. They were a problematic organization to begin with, so they'll be dismantled soon enough."

"Meaning..." Gojo scoffed, "is that really necessary?"

"It's very important. Especially for shamans," Geto mumbled almost under his breath.

AN: Inspired by The First Time He Kissed a Boy - Kadie Elder Nanami's eyes slowly fluttered open, the sun clearly in a very different position. As his body became more fully awake, his senses began to turn on - especially touch, remembering who was next to him. He turned his head as best as he could while lying on the pillow, looking at Haibara who was also starting to slightly stir. Nanami smiled at his peaceful partner, the quiet of the room and the sun's rays making the moment all the better. Nanami brought a gentle hand to the side of Haibara's face which stirred him enough to awaken, body immediately stiffening and stretching out. He nearly fell off from how small the twin was with two people on it. The other thing Nanami noticed, too shy to bring it up, was the hard length pressed against his thigh through the fabric of Haibara's sweatpants. He tried not to think too much of it considering he had one of his own - both simply from waking up, blood beginning to pulse back at its normal rate.

"Good afternoon!" Haibara groaned in his sleepy voice after coming down from his stretch.

"Hey," Nanami chuckled, turning and adjusting his body so that he faced Haibara. It felt good to be in another position after being trapped under Haibara for a few hours.

"You have a nice awake face," Haibara laughed, brushing some of Nanami's bangs from his vision.

"Awake face?" He asked, smiling with his eyes following Haibara's fingers across his forehead.

"Yeah, you know...that slightly puffy, cute face from waking up. You have a nice one." He was too sweet for Nanami to handle at times.

"You're not so bad yourself," he said in a low voice, just trying to keep it down.

Haibara was nearly cross-eyed as he looked at his partner so close up. His gaze trailing all about on each one of Nanami's features. Nanami was simply giving a close-lipped smile as he stared back, maintaining steady contact compared to Haibara's wandering eye. It quickly became impossible to ignore the stiffness between his legs, the proximity to Kento just too much for his heart to bear.

Almost startling Kento, Yu grabbed his face and pressed his lips to his. They quickly parted to which Yu took full advantage, desperately pushing his tongue until is curled against Kento's. He gave a small moan as he pressed his body closer to his partner, Kento feeling slightly overwhelmed from his excitement.

As the kiss continued, Kento became more and more comfortable - body no longer pulsing with anxious nerves, feeling completely at rest and in bliss. Yu, though, continued to press as if he were in a desperate frenzy. Small moans escaped his lips as he tried his best to keep his body still. Kento, however, was feeding off of this - feeling himself become harder with each passing moan that spilled into his mouth. His heart rate began to increase ten-fold.

Are we really about to do this? Kento thought and then remembered his conversation with Gojo. Can I be the person Yu needs me to be? Kento didn't have the extended time to decide. He decided right then and there by rolling his body on top of Yu's, giving a low growl against his lips.

Kento had his forearms propped on either side of Yu's head as he continued this kiss, this time giving Yu exactly what he wanted by rolling his hips forward - shaft alongside shaft so that his partner could feel his wanting.

"Yu~..." Kento gasped dreamily as he removed himself from his lips. Yu stared back, eyes darting from one eye to the other. Kento confidently and slowly leaned toward Yu's ear. "Do you want me to fuck you?" That question sent chills down Yu's spine.

"Yes, please..." Yu whimpered as Kento came back to his gaze, looking through seductive lids.

As if he had done this before, Kento used one of his hands to grab the hem of Yu's sweatpants - pulling them down around his hips. Yu blushed as he was exposed, the first time Kento had seen him. Kento came back to sit on his knees as he looked down at his exposed boyfriend.

"You're beautiful," Kento said huskily as he got off the bed and proceeded to look around the room for something. At the same time, he also slipped off his boxer briefs - kicking them away exasperatedly when they caught on his ankle.

"Nanami..." Yu drew out his surname desperately, the lack of intimate touch getting to him.

"Relax..." Kento commanded, still in a low voice as if the lubricant would stare him right in the face if he looked long enough. "Do you have anything?"

Yu glanced to his nightstand as the answer and Kento took charge by walking over and opening the drawer, grabbing the bottle of clear liquid and climbing back on top of him. He gripped the lube in his fist as his lips returned, but this time to Yu's neck - sending goosebumps along flesh.

"Kento...are you sure you're ready?" Yu asked breathlessly, hands coming around to Kento's back - fingernails slightly gripping flesh as he felt his partner's pelvis need push forward against his own.

"Very much so..." Kento whispered between nibbles, a reddish-purple mark beginning to form on Yu's flesh as he lightly sucked on his fragile skin.

Yu liked that answer a little too much, "Then please...hurry..." He wasn't sure how much longer he could wait to feel Kento inside, a completely new sensation of intimacy awaiting.

Kento pulled away for just a moment, opening the lube and pouring some on his hand. Yu watched with great interest as Kento began to lather himself in the sticky liquid. He already felt so sensitive and needy that the few pumps he did with his own hand gave tingles to nearby nerves.

"Fuck..." he hissed through his teeth almost silently as he continued to pump himself, working up the nerve to finally just do it. "Here," he looked over at Yu whose face was red with lust, impatiently waiting, "get your legs over my shoulders." Kento instructed while using his clean hand to assist with at least one leg.

Yu angled his hips a bit more upward as Kento's hand began to shake, lining himself up with Yu's body. His tip was placed directly at the entrance, the hole incredibly taut as he slowly tried to push in. Yu looked as if he were in a bit of pain as Kento's tip popped in. Kento hesitated with a worried look as Yu took in deep breaths from the pressure. He had begun to grip the sheets, knuckles turning white and veins stressing in his neck as Kento continued to ever-so slowly push his shaft forward.

"G-god..." Kento stuttered as the tight warmth around his length brought satisfaction he had never felt before. "Yu~...you're so...tight," he gasped, using his clean hand to grip Yu's waist and holding the one slick with lubricant away. The reaction caused Yu to chuckle a bit through the pressure.

Kento bottomed himself out, body against body at this point as Yu adjusted to the stretching. He pulled himself all the way back out and yet again slowly pushed himself in, eventually picking up a comfortable pace that Yu was enjoying.  As the two became more comfortable and confident, the physical desire and feeling began to take over. Yu's soft moans became sounds of pleasure as Kento's tip pressed toward his prostate, Yu's own member twitching with need as Kento thrusted away.

Kento looked down at Yu's lewd expression, eyes slightly rolling up and fingers now gripping the pillow his head laid on. His body moved up and down against the mattress from how Kento pressed into him. His eyes continued to trail down his partner's soft body until he met with the neglected penis that rested upward toward Yu's belly button.  Kento then made a decision, using his lubricated hand to grip Yu's cock.

"Haa~!" Yu cried out from Kento's tight grip. He felt incredibly sensitive from the new stimulation at his backside. He felt close with the grip alone, body beginning to writhe under Kento's grasp as he began to expertly pump his shaft.

Kento continued thrusting as he jerked his partner, twisting his grip and tightening it toward the tip. Yu bucked his hips upward and Kento tried his best to keep his own rhythm despite the movement, his partner's lustful cries bringing him close. The two felt as if they were both in a pile of sexual over-stimulation, both their first times.

"Na-na-miii~..." Yu's voice cracked as he whined, body beginning to spark and tingle at his waistline.

Kento knew exactly what he was feeling, the way his cock angrily pulsed from under his grip told him all that he needed to know. "Come for me..." he whispered, a burning fire behind his eyes as he looked into Yu's.

That powerful gaze sent Yu right over the edge. As Kento's grip tightened around his tip, the creamy, white liquid spurted out onto Yu's chest - body spasming with pleasure as he rode out the high from under Kento's small pulses.  At the same time, Yu's body tightened with the orgasm - tightening around Kento's length, also sending him. He swallowed his moan as his body contracted within Yu's tightness. His head dropped as he felt his body emptying, a tingling shooting up his spine as their consciousnesses came back to reality.

Kento looked up at Yu who looked completely spent with a drunk-looking smile on his face. He suddenly began laughing, body now completely relaxed and one of his hands coming up and running through his hair - forehead slightly slicked with sweat so it kept a few strands up.

"We just did that," Haibara  said through the laughter, looking over at Nanami who had removed himself from Haibara's body - the two of them otherwise in the same position.

"We did," Nanami gave a small laugh with him.

"That was great..." Haibara sighed, relaxing. Nanami's face turned slightly pink, feeling a bit proud to have given Haibara a good time. "Let's clean up," Yu began to move, grabbing his towel that hung on the back of his door.

"Right," Nanami agreed, biting his lower lip with a smile - it all just being one sweet relief.