#geto drabbles

[gurlwhaaa]

random geto fluff post

context- geto got a shirt but, it was way to big for him lmao Geto stood there in front of his mirror dumbfounded. How could someone mess up sizes so bad? The shirt that he had received from a relative on the occasion of New Years was 10 sizes too big. He didn't mean to be ungrateful but, it seemed as though his aunt thought he was a sumo wrestler. You gently knocked on his door like you always did even though he told you you didn't have to knock all the time. He walked over and opened the door enough to see who was there but so that they couldn't see his body, only his head was peeking through the door. When he saw you, he opened the door slightly wider so that you could enter. The moment you saw what he was wearing, you couldn't hold back your laugh. You burst into laughter and your eyes watered from laughing. He couldn't blame you. He would do the same if he was in your position. "shut up. it's not even that funny." he said in a monotone voice with a slight pout on his face. "who gave you that? you yourself couldn't have done such a big blunder." you managed to ask in between giggles. "C'mon, it was supposed to be a gift for New Years from my aunt. It turned up 7 days later, 10 sizes too big!" he complained. "well I've got to remember this one." you took a picture before he could protest. "oh c'mon" he groaned. he knew how much teasing he was in for. You suddenly did something he never really expected. You suddenly lifted the oversized shirt and went in underneath. You were so close. Suguru still needed some time to process your newly established relationship; he was with a dream. Small things flustered him and although he tried to hide it, it was still quite noticeable. "ahh it fits better with two people don't you think?" you said with a slight chuckle. "this shows that things are just better with you" he said wrapping his arms around you dropping his chin to your shoulders. You felt your face turning red with your eyes involuntarily widening slightly. You both stood like that in front of the mirror for a while. He was staring at your reflection as if he was trying to see inside your soul to see if you were looking at him to. of course you were; you could never get enough.

[stsgluver]

when geto was a student, his favourite time of the day was night. specifically around 9pm, once you had finished your training and late night studying, knocking three times on his door in a specific pattern so he knew it was you. he was forced to wait until after the third knock to open the door, to pretend like he hadn't stood by the door for the last ten minutes waiting for you.

at some point, he always ended up sitting on the floor in front of you. your legs would be swung over his shoulders as he lightly ran his fingers up and down the skin of your bare thighs. you would be gently combing his hair, detangling the black strands he kept tucked away neatly in his bun throughout the day.

geto was usually quiet by now, half asleep as your fingers massaged the base of his head. you were still babbling about whatever drama that had happened at kyoto and he would try his best to be engaged but you never prompted him to say anything more than ‘yes’, ‘no’ or ‘oh my god did she really?’

“look at how pretty you look.” his eyes would flutter open at the sound of your voice and your phone would be inches from his face, camera facing him. he’d be smiling wide, thanking you for your services (there had been occasions when you’d used bright pink bobbles to plait his hair) but his eyes would be on your figure in the back the entire time.

he’d give you a kiss then, maybe two or three more after that just to show his appreciation. then he’d pull back his covers and hold you close beneath them, grateful that the two of you had made it through another day together alive.

as an adult, his answer was still the same. night was the only time of day when the stars would be visible above him, your star always shining the brightest.

[stickiiy]

suguru smut 18+

minors and ageless blogs dni. cw: fingering (fem receiving), oral (fem receiving), slight somnophilia

sometimes suguru comes home too hungry to resist. seeing your pretty self all groggy and tired does something to his heart, and he wants nothing more than to be on his knees, circling his tongue over your clit.

suguru's got you sat on the edge of the bed, him kneeling in front of you. he keeps your legs over his shoulders, hooking his arms from underneath and holding the top of your thighs. you can only whine and mewl quietly, your hand having a loose grip on his now untied hair. it's hard to to look at him, to open your eyes enough to actually be able to see, and all your body wants to do is enjoy the sweet pleasure, flopping back onto the mattress.

just barely can you feel him pumping two fingers into you, scissoring and curling in the perfect places, making your hips buck. even then, it's not intense enough to keep you awake, and you feel your mind succumb to unconsciousness. your boyfriend is just the sweetest out there, giving you vivid wet dreams in your sleep.

[rottiens]

PRETTY IN THE DARK | GETŌ SUGURU

✮ tags. . noncon/dubcon vampire getō x human fem reader, blood, objectification, 18+ mdni. divider creds: cafekitsune. | WC: 2.3K

✮ about. . in your desire to protect your family, you end up making a deal with the devil.

He is sitting in the dining room when you enter the room. Your body doesn't react with a shrug of muscles as it was usual to do every time you encountered him wandering around as if he owned your apartment, but your heartbeat detonates as if someone has pushed you from behind and you plummet into the void.

Shadows take over every corner of your place as if this were their and Suguru's home and not yours. You breathe, exhaling the fright that has frozen your veins and move towards the switch blindly, sliding your fingers along the wall until you manage to make light.

Suguru squints his eyes being struck by the ace of light. He is sitting in one of the chairs with his elbows on the small wooden table, he has a half bun tying part of his hair up, the rest of the black hair falls down his back perfectly. The turtleneck sweater is new, it makes him look more elegant and you almost laugh at how formal he looks.

"I wasn't expecting you today," you say approaching, dropping the keys of the apartment on the table surface. You want to tell him he's quite the dramatist for setting this scene for you, the waiting in the dark in your apartment god knows what for so long, the absence of light, the black clothes… you wonder how long he's lasted waiting there for you, if he's gone through your kitchen, if he's rummaged through your clothes.

His clear eyes scan your face as if reading what you're thinking, then he notices the paper bags you drop next to your keys before answering. "I thought I'd stop by for a snack" He replies with a mocking tone.

"What's this?" you reach out to grab the glass bottle in front of him. Inside a red, almost black liquid swirls amusedly as you move it back and forth in search of something to give you a clue as to what it might be and you pray it's not what you're thinking.

"Beet juice." The confession makes you scrunch up your face in distaste. Okay, it wasn't what you were thinking but this doesn't make it any less gross. "It's good for the red blood cells."

You squint to examine it better. Was he giving you a gift? Was that what he meant? The vampire who had threatened to kill your family if you didn't feed him your blood?

"I'm not going to drink it." You set the bottle down on the table with a thud.

"You will. I need you to be healthy." There it is, the reason. You should have known better.

Suguru pulls his hands away from his face that drop his jaw, invisible hands squeeze your chest at the sight of him again, it was a strange feeling having him erase your memory after feeding on you to make you forget details about him that you don't need to know, just in case you decide to expose him to the church. So seeing him always makes you feel uneasy, he is handsome, his small eyes are intimidating and the whole aura around him makes you feel tiny.

"Shall we get this over with?" you raise an eyebrow looking to put an end to an encounter that shouldn't be any longer than necessary. You move the sleeve of your sweater up revealing your right wrist which begins to heal, at the juncture are two dots on your skin, around them the flesh takes on a yellowish color.

Suguru gets up from his seat and without taking his eyes off you sits on the chair next to you. His fingers take your hand gently, without wasting time he brings it to his mouth and his lips brush against your skin causing you to tingle, he breathes in your scent, breathes in the essence of your skin with his eyes closed.

"Stand up," he suddenly orders.

You move against the wall, trembling with fear and anticipation. Suguru is in front of you taking up all the space that allows you to see the rest of the room, your gaze riveted on the silver cross hanging from his neck and you snort at the irony.

With his finger he lifts your chin and makes you look at him, you want to run away, but you force yourself to be brave by chewing on the bottom of your cheek.

"You don’t have to compelled me." Suguru raises an eyebrow, questioningly. "I'm not going to scream."

Surprise marks the wrinkles at the corner of his mouth in a brief smile. "You want to feel the pain?"

You shake your head before pulling your face away from his finger yanking back. "I just want to know what it feels like." You feel guilty. A bitter cocktail rises in your stomach, you think it's unfair to have to be protecting your family without knowing exactly how you do it, what happens before, during or after. You feel guilty for not feeling pain.

"Are you going to be a good girl for me?" he speaks softly. You squeeze your eyes tightly shut ignoring the hotness that suddenly chokes you.

Instead of answering you reach out your hand, you hear him chuckle softly and when you sense him lowering your hand back to its place you turn hurriedly to look for him, wondering why. The hope that he is going to let you go today crosses in front of you.

"I want from the vein in your neck."

You swallow. Suguru can't disguise staring at your throat and how it rises and falls. Wordlessly you push down on the fabric of the sweater collar and let him see the vein pulsing rapidly thanks to your racing heart.

Suguru moves closer to you, his teeth grazing you as if testing how fast he can break the skin. Then, he deposits a kiss that makes you clench your lips to keep from moaning, his tongue glides in wet circles that that warm the area and your body trembles.

"Hold still."

Is all you hear before suguru opens his mouth in an inhuman way and sinks his long fangs into your neck, the pain making you moan involuntarily. His fangs are sharp needles that sink into the flesh and pierce until they leave two holes just enough for blood to spill out of the vein. The piercing pain stops, instead you feel his soft lips sucking like he's giving a hickey.

"It hurts…" you whimper.

The sounds of your blood gurgling in his mouth deafens you, you drop your eyelids as he pushes your head further to the side in an awkward position so he has the space to go deeper and chase the spilling crimson stream.

A hand-shaped snake crawls up your navel, searches for the button of your pants and in seconds undoes it to find your panties. Suguru stops feeding to speak in your ear.

"I'm going to make you feel better." His voice is almost unrecognizable, less friendly, deeper and more terrifying. "I'm going to keep feeding on you and you're going to cum on my long fingers."

You don't even respond. You can't complain because of the way your hands lose feeling and your knees buckle. Suguru goes back to sucking as the pad of his cold fingers push your pussy lips wide open and squeeze your clit back and forth almost in a lazy way. You squint harder to imagine that you're not there, that you're somewhere else and this isn't happening. Because what kind of person would you be if you felt pleasure because this creature, who every week comes to feed on you, is making you feel good?

He slips a finger easily inside you masking the pain in your neck with pleasure. Suguru pushes it in as if searching for something, then adds another finger and a louder moan tears your throat. Suguru pauses to lay his forehead on your throat, giving one last lick to the open wound that slowly stops bleeding and just lies there enjoying his long fingers parting your wet pussy.

"You taste so good when you're aroused," he growls, thrusting slowly. "I can hardly stop myself."

His fingers increase the intensity of his strokes, massaging your pussy in an erotic back-and-forth, scissoring his fingers and thumb touching your clit. It doesn't take your body long to reach orgasm, shattering you to pieces and making the lack of blood make you feel dizzy. Helpless and weak, you cling to his sweater, intoxicated in the peculiar perfume that envelops him until you begin to see black and everything becomes one big swirl that makes you fall into a deep sleep.

. . . When you wake up you are in your bed, lying on your back with one of your plush blankets covering your legs. You try to sit up but your body aches, especially your neck. You bring your fingers to where the wound should be but find the soft fabric of one of your scarves wrapped around your neck.

"Was I too rough?" This time, your body does react by curling up on the mattress. You pull your legs up to the level of your chest and search for the voice that burst into your room.

You find him as a long figure standing at the edge of the bed looking down at you from above. Did he care? Clearly not, because his mischievous-looking smile tells you otherwise.

You begin to tremble as he approaches, your gaze following him as you watch him come closer to you. The bed sinks with his weight, he reaches for one of your arms hugging your knees and pulls it towards him, Suguru brings the back of your hand to his mouth and leaves a kiss there, and the scene is so intimate that it feels awkward to you.

His body sensation is not icy cold as it normally is, his warm hands mimic the warmth of an ordinary man and you have a theory that it is due to the temperature change your fresh blood briefly carries in him, this only lasts a couple of minutes after all.

You wonder what he's doing, what he's playing at. Your heart leaps out of your chest the moment Suguru starts a path of kisses from your palm to your wrist, your blood turns icy cold after he stops on your wrist, you stutter his name, you think he's going to bite you again but what he does instead takes you by surprise.

Suguru gives you a long lick, the taste of your body cream diluted in the day's sweat soaks his tongue, then he closes his lips around the area and makes a hickey. Red, small, and when he pulls away to contemplate his creation it almost looks like the shape of a map. He crawls from your skin reluctantly and looks at you between heavy lashes, there's lust in his gaze mixed with hunger and desire and you hate yourself for the way your body reacts, your nipples harden and your pussy gets wet for him again.

"What-"

"No one touches my property." Your eyes widen. "This should carry a message to whoever you're fucking, unless of course, you wish me to show up in person to your job."

You reeked of man perfume and it made him want to throw up. He didn't want to smell someone else's scent on you when he was feeding.

"That's not of your business," you spit with a boiling face and a flutter in your stomach, tugging at your hand to escape the trap it had fallen into but it's only in vain because his strength is triple yours and you don't move an inch. "Our deal is just my blood."

"Perhaps," suguru murmurs, flashing you in a brief smile just the tips of the fangs that a moment ago were digging into you. "But it will be your fault when I bring their head as an offering along with another bottle of beet juice."

You struggle to hold back tears of helplessness. He grins again and his teeth cut through the darkness, you clear your throat to fight back and say it's not fair however Suguru gets up before you can.

Gracefully, he gives a brief tour of the room. You are embarrassed that he finds it in this state, books on your bed, shoes out of place and clothes on the floor. You were in a rush this morning, you were going to be late and you prioritized time over tidying your safe space as you rummaged through your uniform shirt.

He removes the hair tie that grips his mane and lets it fall all the way down his back like a dark waterfall as he looks down at the jeans on the floor, on top of it is a pair of light pink panties that he observes undisguised. As if every move is planned he ties all his hair back into a high ponytail, the movements causes the black sweater to ride up his abdomen revealing a wink of toasted skin, with a line of hair revealing itself at the edges of his pants and rising blurred to his belly button.

"How are you feeling?" He asks suddenly, dropping his arms to either side.

"Do you even care?" you reply curtly, looking down at his feet. You glance up at him in time to see him smirk, clearly amused by your attitude.

Suguru moves towards you again and you wonder when you will stop feeling not enough in his presence. He sits at your feet, puts his hand to his mouth and bites down hard. Your body squirms at the action, raw fear showing on your wrinkled nose and furrowed brow.

"Drink," he says reaching out, droplets of blood slipping onto your favorite blanket.

"No."

"It's not a request, sweetheart." You don't understand what he intends by this but you don't seek to make him angry either, so you lean down and wrap your lips around his skin to finally suck the blood that spurts out of him.

The taste of iron is so strong it's unbearable. Your mouth fills with saliva and your stomach knots warning you with rejecting what you are drinking, you want to move away but his hand is behind the back of your neck pulling you closer to him and preventing your escape.

"Keep sucking. Your wound will heal faster that way."

You blink faster pushing away the tears that peek out, you close your eyes tightly becoming oblivious to what you are doing, his fingers pampering your hair as if you were a pet. Stroking you gently.

"Swallow. That's a good girl."

[osaemu]

Hi, could you please write a Mafia Boss! Suguru Geto where Geto falls in love with the reader because he spends time with her as she nurses him back to heath after he was caught in an assassination attempt.

DOCTOR!READER X MAFIA BOSS!GETO

✩ ‧ ˚. synopsis: your boss stumbles in, battered and bruised in the middle of the night. (mafia!au)

contents: fem!reader. mentions of blood. medicine-related things written by someone with no medical experience. semi-suggestive ending if you squint.

working as one of the few doctors in a mafia was stressful. but being the only one on the night shift after a major assassination attempt? hell.

you were all set for an uneventful night in the mafia's infirmary when suguru geto, the boss himself, stumbled in, hand pressed to a fresh wound on his waist.

it wasn't uncommon for him to be seen around at nighttime. in fact, sometimes you would see him strolling around headquarters more often on your night shift than on your normal shift. what wasn't common was to see him like this—all battered and bloody.

one second you were ready to spend all night scrolling on your phone, the next your infamous boss comes in with blood dripping all over your freshly cleaned floor.

after a quick double-take, you rush over and guide him to one of the hospital beds. "fuck, what happened?"

geto doesn't reply right away, which is worrying, but you don't press the issue. it can wait until he's in a more stable condition. 

the next hour goes by in a blur—you clean and dress the wound and get some pain medication in him. having been actively in medicine for a couple years, the metallic scent of blood is nothing new, and yet the sight and smell still make your stomach turn. 

you'd think that a doctor who willingly chooses to work in a mafia would have no problem with seeing blood all over the place, and yet, here you were. but it wasn't your place to be picky—a patient was a patient, and like it or not, there would be blood.

after a stressful hour of observations and medications, all sensors are finally showing that he's stable, which is a relief. 

geto seems to see this as well, as he offers you a dry smile and a "not bad."

"it's just my job," you reply offhandedly as you sit across from him. you're still running on the adrenaline rush you get whenever someone  comes in hurt, and it's clear that your hope for an uneventful night is long gone. "so, how'd you get hurt?"

geto smiles ruefully and observes his wound. "heh, you wouldn't believe it. someone tried to assassinate me."

"really."

he laughs and winces slightly, resulting in you immediately advising him to move his chest muscles as little as possible.

his chest muscles...

now that the initial high has faded, you fully realize that you're alone with suguru geto. your boss. and he's shirtless. half his chest is swathed in bandages, but his abs are as prominent as ever.

you realize you've been looking one second too long when he smirks and clicks his tongue. "my my, a doctor checking out her brutally attacked patient. can't resist, can you?"

is he flirting with me?

caught off guard, you stumble over your words and barely manage to say "no, what? your wound- just making sure it's doing alright—" not slick.

geto grins and shakes his head. "do you do this with every guy who comes in here?"

"what's it to you if i do?" you're not sure where your sudden boldness comes from, but somehow the fact that geto's your boss seems to have suddenly slipped your mind.

however, he certainly knows his place—especially when he raises an eyebrow and reminds you of it. "i'm your boss, sweetheart. can't have one of my employees flirting with every man she meets."

fuck, did he really just call me sweetheart?

doing your best not to let your thoughts show on your face, you turn away and grab a roll of bandages to redress his wound. "i should reapply the bandages. yours are already bleeding through." 

it's true—it hasn't been long, but splotches of scarlet red are starting to show through the gauzy white bandages. 

"you sure you're not just tryin' to get your hands on me?" geto asks coyly with a slight tilt of his head. fuck, what's in the air tonight?

you scoff and start peeling off the blood-soaked bandages on his chest. "you wish."

"you have no idea."

what the hell? seriously, why's the boss of the regional mafia flirting with me? is he drunk or something? a quick glance at one of the many machines surrounding your desk shows that there isn't any alcohol besides the medication in his bloodstream. 

you decide not to dignify his comment with a response, and instead throw the reddened bandages in the trash. as you reach for the fresh roll of bandages, geto's voice stops you halfway.

"so, what're you doing for the rest of the night?" he asks, dark eyes fixed on yours. 

"uh, i'm on the night shift. and you aren't going anywhere, by the way," you reply, starting to apply the fresh bandages on his still-raw wound. "unless you want to bleed out or get attacked again."

geto laughs at that, earning another reminder from you that he should try not to do anything to strain his chest muscles. "okay, okay, doc. whatever you say."

"don't call me doc."

"mhm."

you sigh and lean back in your chair, already tired despite your shift not even being close to over. there's warm, sticky blood all over your hands and floor—you should probably take care of that. as you step away to wash your hands, geto speaks again.

"tell me, doc, why're you with the mafia? you don't seem too fond of blood, and there's a lot around these parts."

you turn on the water and start scrubbing his blood off your hands, the steady coolness helping you relax. "what makes you say that?"

"you squirm every time blood gets on you."

so, he really is observant. you had heard rumors of the boss's qualities, and so far, most of them had been true. observant? check. smug? check. condescending? maybe a little.

as you turn off the water and dry your hands, you look back at geto. "it's just... icky." did i really just use the word 'icky' in front of my boss?

geto laughs again, waving you off when you automatically start to remind him not to move for the third time now. "don't worry sweetheart, i've been hurt before."

once again refusing to acknowledge the s-word, you drag your chair back to your desk and plop down, leaning back and gazing at the ceiling. "you should get some rest."

"i'd rather stay up with you."

it takes you a couple minutes to coax him to try and sleep, and after you rattle off all the healing benefits sleep would give to him, geto knows he's defeated.

he finally sighs and makes a face. "can i get some sleep drugs or something?"

"d'you mean sedatives? sure, are you in any pain?"

geto rolls his eyes good-naturedly when you correct his casual language and shakes his head. "s'mostly numb."

you nod and start to fill a syringe with a clear blue liquid. after a moment of silence, you ask "so, what happened to them?"

"to who?"

you turn and meet his gaze. something aboht his eyes seems more friendly than when he first stumbled in, but it could just be because now he wasn't bleeding waterfalls anymore.

"the assassin? assassins?"

geto blinks and grins, shaking his head. "oh, they're long gone. fuckers thought it'd be easy to get rid of me, heh..."

after a moment, he looks you up and down and whistles. "too bad i have a pretty lil' doctor to save me, yeah?"

oh yeah, he's definitely been flirting this whole time.

you close the syringe and turn back to geto, a dry smile on your lips. "can't be flirting with one of my patients, can i, sir?" it's the first time tonight you've appropriately addressed him, and something about it makes him smile.

"oh, of course not. but how 'bout with your boss?"

you roll your eyes good-naturedly. "even worse."

"what if i gave you a raise?"

"tempting."

he laughs at that and holds out his arm. "shoot me, doc."

three words, and you're back to the attentive, precise doctor you're supposed to be—not the casual flirt from just a moment ago. you're no longer interested in entertaining his antics, but concentrated on doing your job right. after all, that's why he pays you, isn't it?

geto smiles to himself, drifting off to thoughts of the other things he could make you do for money. and maybe one day, for him.

but until then, he'd drop by the infirmary whenever he had a chance. it wasn't anything crazy. you were interesting, and he was interested. if he had to fake injuries to see you, so be it—tonight had a time limit, but suguru geto wanted more.

[xxsabitoxx]

Needy

<Geto Suguru x Fem! Reader Drabble>

Warnings: Cunnilingus, unprotected sex, overstimulation, praising, creampies, the usual lol

A/N: I said Geto was next, so here he is! Next Drabble should hopefully come out soon but I won’t jinx myself lol. Expect to see Tengen next followed by Kishibe!

Word count: 1.5k

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You’d never get enough of him. Your fingers tangled in the inky mess of his long hair, tugging at the roots as his nails dug into the flesh of your thighs. You always pulled it out of its bun, whether it was intentional or not. You just needed to pull on it.

Suguru would never complain, he’d never deny you the opportunity. He enjoyed the feeling of your fingers threading through his hair, tugging so harsh that it felt like you may just rip the strands straight from his head. It was addicting.

The harder you pulled, the better he was doing. The chills that spread through his body were endless, accompanied by your sweet noises he was convinced there was truly no better experience out there for him.

Face buried between your thighs, your fingers in his hair, his name falling from your lips over and over. “A-Suguru please…” you wailed softly, thighs trembling and threatening to close around his head if it weren’t for his hands keeping them spread.

He hummed, sending vibrations straight through your cunt. Your back arched off the mattress, tugging his hair again in the process. You’d lost count of how many times you’d come at this point, too blissed out to even care. So long as Suguru was enjoying himself.

Which he was. He couldn’t get enough of you, the feeling of your throbbing cunt under his tongue, the taste of your arousal. His hips jerked against the mattress ever so often, relieving a bit of the ache and edging himself slowly.

You loved watching him, finding it almost too lewd to bear. It only edged you on, observing meticulously every movement he made. “Suguru…d-don’t you wanna cum…” somewhere in the back of your mind you had to assume at least an hour of this had passed.

He hummed again, something that sounded faintly like “no”. You wouldn't settle for that, thighs trembling as yet another orgasm crept up on you. “S-Suguru please… let me do something f-for you.” His answer was lapping a little more vigorously at your clit.

His eyes shot up your body, locking with yours. There was a silent command behind his gaze, something that was telling you to shut up and let him do as he pleased. You broke his gaze, head falling against your pillow as you came again.

Your hands fisted his hair again, tugging as you cried out from overstimulation. It was warm, too warm, almost. All you could think about was the warmth of his mouth on your cunt, his arms hugging your lower half to his face. It was enough to leave a sheen of sweat on your brow.

“Suguru please…” you tried again, pulling hard enough on his hair that he finally left your cunt alone. “Kiss me.” You pleaded softly, aching to feel his lips elsewhere. He stared at you for a moment, pupils blown wide and chin shining with your release.

“So needy, even while I’ve been satisfying you.” He chuckled as warmth spread across your face, your eyes unable to maintain his gaze a moment longer as he moved back up your body. The kiss was gentle, his lips easily parting for you to sweep in.

He pulled away just as quickly, hovering over you to observe you once again. “Is that what you wanted? To taste yourself on my lips?” He muttered, hand coming up to wipe the saliva present on your lower lip. “N-no. Fuck Suguru I want more.”

You were still aching, despite all of your overstimulation you were still aching for the man above you. “More? How so?” He was bending down again, placing kisses along your jaw and trailing to your neck. “Tell me, what more are you looking for?”

“I want you… all of you.” Your hips lifted, pressing further into him. Suguru smiled against your skin, sucking softly along your pulse point. “That so?” You were wet enough to take him, it was nearly impossible not to be at this point. “Very much so.” You sighed.

“Well, I guess I should give you what you want since you’ve been so patient with me.” There was a shit eating grin on his face as he straightened, pushing up on his knees to tower over you and put on a show. “Even after the amount of times I’ve made you come, you still want my cock?”

You watched as his hand wrapped around his base, tugging softly. Of course you wanted it, it was just as pretty as the rest of him. The perfect length, the perfect girth, the way it curved ever so slightly. It was flushed, needy looking, dripping with precum just for you. Of course you needed it, never mind wanting it.

“Fuck yes.” You smiled, spreading your legs a little further for him. You watched a blush spread across his face, painting his golden skin a pretty pink. You opened your mouth to comment on the blush only for him to cut you off “not…a word.” He was turning more red by the second, it didn’t take much for you to make him crumble that was for sure.

As much as Geto Suguru loved to tease you, edge you and overstimulate you, shower you in praise and degrade you at the same time. It didn’t take nearly as much to get him flustered, to get him worked up until his emotions clouded his judgement. Sometimes it was as simple as admiring him in a particular way.

Like you just did, smiling gently, spreading your legs a little more, telling him that you were just as needy for him as he said you were. His failed degradation attempts always backfired into the best outcome. “C’mon Sugu… fuck me… I wanna feel you so bad.” Your arms outstretched, motioning for him to return to you.

That was more than he could handle, any self restraint that he had left went out the window. Suguru was on you again in an instant, toned body pressed flush against your softer one, cock aligning with your entrance. He pushed inside of you as his lips slotted with your own, swallowing up your gasp easily.

He bottomed out, not giving you time to adjust because he knew you could take it, you always could. He only paused for a moment to relish in the feeling of you fluttering around him, warm and wet and so damn addicting. It was as if you were built just for him, no other man would ever be enough for you. No other partner would ever be enough for him, either.

No one could pull his hair, call him sweet names, fit him as perfectly as you did. “Can I move?” It was hoarse, pressed to the shell of your ear as your hands found their home in his black strands again. “O-of course.” Your thighs trembled as you hooked your legs around his waist, hands fisting his hair to keep yourself grounded. Suguru began moving, hips drawing back slowly before pushing toward again.

It was a steady movement, one that built in intensity as he found his rhythm. His tempo depends on the noises you made, gauging your reaction based on the way you pulled at his hair. It was enough to send goosebumps throughout his whole body, littering his skin and pulling the chills through him. He couldn’t get enough, completely and utterly engulfed in you.

“Ah fuck… Suguru…” you whined, the familiar build in your gut coming easily with the overstimulation he dealt you. Like a cord tightening and waiting to snap, his hips didn’t slow, if anything they picked up on speed. “Gonna cum, pretty girl?” He cooed, sweat sliding down his temple as he focused on not coming before you… not that you’d care.

“Yes…but I want you to cum with me.” You whined, walls clenching down around him as if to prove your point. You wanted to feel him cum when you did, you didn’t want him to pull out like he typically did. “Y-you…are going to kill me ya know… making requests like that… so innocently.” He was going to cave before you did, body betraying him with each thrust that he couldn’t slow down.

His hand slotted between your bodies, finding your clit easily and rubbing harshly. “Fuck!” You yelped, far too sensitive for the way he was stimulating you. It didn’t take much more than that, your walls spasming around him as you gushed, liquid spraying his hips and dripping onto his mattress. For a moment you swore you were seeing stars, barely able to process the feeling of Suguru filling you.

“A-all that and you can’t even focus enough to feel me cum in you, huh?” He choked out, limbs feeling like jelly as he worked himself through his own high. “I-it’s your fault… Sugu you’re the one that…” you couldn’t be bothered to finish, shockwaves of pleasure cutting you off as his hip’s seemingly couldn’t still.

“What was that? M-my fault?” His hips had come to a shallow rock, fucking his release deeper into you. He couldn’t bring himself to still, even as he began to go soft. “Y-yes your fault…making me come like that…” you teased, body still trembling as his weight finally settled on you. Like your very own weighted blanket.

“Well then… I guess we’ll have to try again.”

[diremoone]

all the good things | geto suguru.

someway, somehow, amidst all of the thoughts of chaos and spiraling ideals of a new “better” world, a light shines through to guide him to a path of true balance. that just so happens to be the second-year transfer from Kyoto, who’s more than happy to put him back on the right path..

warning(s): like 98% canon lmao, female reader, mentions of pregnant! reader towards the end, honestly just wrote and didn’t bother checking if this was coherent but here’s y’all a snack haha, also using new line dividers atm and they’re all all pretty, credits to the maker in the guidelines of my blog

note(s): as much as I wanted to wait I just can’t stand it so here’s this piece published earlier than I want lol. also I didn’t know who to tag for geto so I just went with these lovelies ☺️

You like the Tokyo school much better than the one in Kyoto.

By leaps and bounds actually, you muse.

Everything from the people down to the energy they give off was so much more different — more freeing.

Kyoto was just too much, too old school and too traditional, especially for you. The students there seemed to be more rigid, and the teachers seemed to sneer at you. More often than not for just being a female. That old way of thinking was most likely why they lost the Exchange Event almost every year.

Especially with sorcerers like Geto Suguru on their side.

You transferred to Tokyo during the last half of your first year, which wasn’t something commonplace. That time wasn’t exactly a pleasant time to transfer into. Geto and Gojo, your upperclassmen, had failed a mission protecting the Plasma Star Vessel, Riko Amanai. Yes, Gojo managed to take out the Sorcerer Killer, Fushiguro Toji (who was actually a Zen’in like Naoya) on the mission, but that was only after he had completed his mission — after they had failed to protect Riko.

Now you’re a second-year at Tokyo High, watching the third-year Geto Suguru fall into a spiral of chaos and warped ideals while his friends go their own personal paths and leave him to his own devices, completely unaware in their own worlds that they’ve left a storm brewing behind them, alone and lonely and more than ready to bring down its wrath upon anyone in its way.

You secretly wondered how much Gojo cared for the person who was supposed to be his best friend.

So why you decided to approach said storm to get a (very much well-needed) drink out at the machines while he was preoccupied with his own thoughts, you have no idea. Were you stupid? Yes. Did that matter right now? … Probably.

Your feet carried you to the vending machine, standing beside Geto. You weren’t bothering to look at him out of your peripheral vision, knowing that if you did, the universe would shit on you and he would look up and make eye contact.

Sounds like one of those romance animes or something, you think, nose crunching in distaste. Ew…

“It’s such a shame that you decided to withdraw from Kyoto, [Name]-chan.”

An even bigger problematic ‘ew’ came from behind you. You scowled and turned halfway on your heel, back facing your black-haired upperclassmen to stare at the smirking face of one of the two reasons you’d originally left Kyoto’s school.

You scoff, shaking your head to see Geto’s form standing tall, but still facing the vending machine to get something. That’s all right; you could handle your own battles anyway.

“You really have the audacity to come and talk to me like this? After what you put me through for the last two years? Ah, wait a second. It’s you. So I guess I shouldn’t be all that surprised.”

“I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.” Naoya shrugged. “All I asked for was—”

“For you to leave her alone, Zen’in.”

Your eyes widen slightly at the sound of Geto’s voice cutting through the air, but it’s only Naoya that scowls and turns his head to face his Tokyo upperclassmen.

And to your absolute surprise, despite Naoya’s scowl deepening to a point where you thought he couldn’t get any uglier, the male pivoted on the ball of his foot and sauntered off.

“Are you alright?” came the instant inquiry.

Geto moving to get a closer look at you made you sweat even more. Just for a different reason.

“I’m fine, Senpai.”

The tall male looks between you and Naoya’s fading figure, eyes narrowing slightly in distaste up until he sees the Zen’in male finally disappear from sight. Even he knows that the Zen’in’s are trash; Naoya just really takes the cake.

“That’s good,” he says.

And when he looks at you with gentle eyes, you’re surprised (and desperately trying to hide it). How instantly his expression and mood changed from mere moments before Naoya showed up to at this moment caught you off guard.

“Did you need something from here? I can get it for you.”

His offer is so sincere, so polite. Such a stark contrast from earlier. Especially with the way the bright smile on his face that reaches his ears and makes the corners of his eyes begin to crinkle.

Instead of the same uncertainty from before your approach filling your stomach, this time feels different. This time, it’s an excited, happy feeling; as if butterflies are rapidly fluttering away in your belly in eager anticipation of something wonderful to come.

“Um, yes,” you squeak, looking to the machines, “I was going to get—”

>>>>

How long does it take for one to fall from grace?

From one who’s fingers touched the pure white clouds of heaven to becoming one who’s knees were stuck deep within the obsidian tar pits of hell, it seemed Geto Suguru was destined to struggle with himself — with his morals and ideals of the world of jujutsu sorcerers and the world of people that lived outside of it — for eternity.

Someone that was so bright, so revered, to fall into a pit of hopelessness?

It must be a lie, others would think.

Watching him sink into the pits of chaos and despair while his best friend rose to a place where he became untouchable to all sorcerers… made something terrible, something spiteful, stir within the depths of your stomach. How much did the white-haired teenager care about the one he called his equal?

But as Gojo became more and more powerful and left his friend behind, Geto too, grew in power in his own right.

And a lot of it was with you.

Weeks of meeting at the vending machines for snacks during training turned into months of sitting on benches and eating lunch together. Even that progressed farther, to him taking you to everything from restaurants to the book store (as much as he’d laugh at you buying manga, he was just as much of a hypocrite with Inuyasha under his arm) to even pretty lakes across Japan, soaring atop one of his flying curses.

Doing things that friends do. That people more than friends also do.

But at the same time, during those times after missions or simply while spending time together in either his or your room, you’d see that malicious darkness fester up. You’d see the way his brows would furrow when you mentioned saving someone or his lips pull down when there’d be a mention of the higher-ups about a mission you’d taken recently that went sour.

In times like these, you wondered if Gojo Satoru really did once know Geto Suguru the same way you knew him now.

“I can see the sweat on your forehead,” the black-haired male jokes. “You shouldn’t think so hard.”

Suguru doesn’t chuckle, but the joking smile of amusement is still there. It’s just a faint one. He’s become less and less of a jokester lately, swimming deeper into the darkness. But for you, you think he tries a little harder to keep the mood and air between you two as light and positive as possible.

(For you.)

“I’ll be sure to remember that,” you quip back, “for the next time I see sweat on your brow for thinking so much. Hypocrite.”

For the first time all day, he finally chuckles.

“Hypocrite?” He muses, placing his cheek on his fist. “Really?”

“Yes!” You toss your hands up in mock frustration. “You heard me, Mr. I-Wanna-Brood-At-Weird-Times-of-the-Day.”

“That’s an awfully long name.”

“It sure does fit though, yeah?”

“So you say.”

The air had been tense and thick since morning, but the two of you were striving to get past it. Well, you slightly more, but the more you tried, the more Geto — ah, Suguru. He already told you to call him that, didn’t he? — seemed to try and help you push for a happier tone.

But the mission Suguru was to be sent on soon had him shut down mentally, closed off from you for the last few days. And today was the day you’d tried to pick him back up out of his crappy mood.

“You sure you don’t want to talk about it?” you ask.

Suguru sighs, then nods his head. “It’s nothing. I’ll be back by the day after, if not sooner.”

You shrug, semi-happy with his response and accepting it. But the other half of you knows something — sees something — behind his pretty eyes that you wished you would have left alone.

But your heart loved to meddle when it wanted to meddle.

And in the future, you hoped Suguru would thank you for that meddling nature.

****

113 bodies were to be found five days after Geto arrived at the village he was assigned to.

But he hadn’t been alone the day he arrived.

Suguru just didn’t know that.

You’d stuck to him like glue. Well, as far back as glue could stretch in that regard. You’d silenced your cursed energy so much that you almost swore you didn’t even have any. And not once did the male turn around to bother to look around or check his surroundings, like he knew he was ever being followed.

Now, all you could do was watch as Suguru stepped into the house that the villagers brought him to. Supposedly, the house contained the reason why the villagers had been dying.

But that gnawing anxiousness in the pit of your stomach told you otherwise. It told you that something was about to go very, very wrong.

Very few people had been able to manage to near-fully suppress their cursed energy aura. It was a talent that could only be managed by a select few, one of which was probably Gojo Satoru himself. But when one successfully did it, all the stories told of how nauseous they felt; how overwhelming the sense of others cursed energy could be.

And it was all true.

Bile and your lunch nearly coated your shoes. Knees too had you let Suguru’s immense, Special Grade cursed energy make you sink to the ground.

It isn’t the same. It isn’t the same. It isn’t the same!

Eyes blown wide as saucers, you realized that something had indeed went very, very wrong inside that house. Because no longer was Suguru’s cursed energy driven by regular means like a regular jujutsu sorcerer.

No. All you could see from his cursed energy was pure malice and raw, unadulterated rage and anger.

Whatever these people said or have done to send him into such fury like this, you couldn’t move, only think. This is the day they die.

Out of the house comes two— No, three. Suguru being one of them. A man and a woman, both with ugly faces and ugly auras you didn’t like.

No wonder Suguru doesn’t like them.

A curse manifests from your friend’s fingertips, and you quickly realize what’s about to happen — the only thing that could happen.

But he can’t just kill them…

You step out of your hiding spot and shout his name. Shock enters Suguru’s eyes. Of course; he hadn’t expected you to be here. But then they glaze over with a mixture of emotions. Disappointment seems to be the most obvious.

Curse you, Yuki Tsukumo, for tipping him over the edge.

“Don’t even try it, Suguru.”

“You shouldn’t have come, [Name].” It sounded like a warning.

You scoff slightly. “And let you do something like this? I don’t think so.”

His eyes narrow. It’s an expression you don’t like.

“You need to leave.”

“So do you, apparently.”

“Don’t be like this, [Name]. Don’t make me hurt you.”

“You wouldn’t anyway. Why let one awful circumstance, one awful event, define the rest of your life?”

“Do you know what they’ve done?” he asks, and you clearly hear the intent of violence behind his tone. You see his jaw clench up and a dangerous fire ignite behind his eyes. “Do you know they have two girls locked up in there, ready to kill?”

“Of course not,” you say, “but you were about to do something that was going to impact your life… Forever.”

“I think I’m ready for that.”

“You’re ready to lose everything?”

“If I must.”

You almost bite your tongue. But you don’t, and speak anyway.

“Even me?”

The thick, black smokiness of one his curses dancing on his fingertips turns to wisps, almost vanishing. You see what the question does to him, so you press farther. Deeper into the unspoken part of you two’s relationship you’d both been afraid to touch on.

Then, he admits something, dipping first into waters that haven’t been treaded into.

“I’d like to think you’d come with me, be by my side.”

Your heart thumps faster. It’s a declaration of many things: loyalty, friendship, trust.

But all your ears hear is a declaration of love.

Because you don’t miss the way his eyes shine as he looks you up and down like you’re the sweetest thing he’s ever seen. Like he wants you to actually follow him like he expected, to come with him and step in place next to him like an equal.

If not more than just an equal.

“I can’t do that,” you reply. “You know I can’t, Suguru. And neither can you.”

It’s written all over his face that he doesn’t like your answer.

“And why can’t I?”

“Because you’re better than this.”

…

…

Was he? What did that mean anyway: being better? After Riko, after his “talk” with Yuki, everything just seemed to collapse around him; everything he knew ripping apart at the seams faster than he could repair them.

Why? Why was he supposed to be better? How could he be better? Did he deserve to even become better?

“Don’t take the easy way,” you tell him. “There’ll never be a right answer, not right now at least.”

“Killing all non-sorcerers seems like a pretty good start,” he replies darkly.

“And how would you even manage that?” you retort. “If that’s the only thing you can stand on, that’s shallow.”

“Then what is the answer, [Name]? Do tell me, please,” he urges sarcastically, rolling his dark eyes. “Is killing every non-sorcerer not worth us jujutsu sorcerers having a chance to live?”

You answer as earnestly as he expects, “I have no idea, but at the moment, it sounds pretty stupid.”

Unfortunately, it takes him much longer than you want for him to put the monster at his fingertips away, for his cursed energy to dip down and go back to the way it was before it spiked in a rage you’d never anticipated to see from him.

The village is scathed with fire and terror: burned buildings with its inhabitants shaken to the core over the consequences of their actions — and what would happen if they tried to put more children in the cage Suguru found them in. It’s not ethical, and surely you’d hear about it from the higher-ups in jujutsu society.

But for the girls wrapped up in yours and Suguru’s arms, you heart and soul knew it was worth it.

Megumi doesn’t get along with Nanako too well. But you’re sure you know why, with his red cheeks and all.

“You think he’ll ever say anything?” you ask your husband.

“Doubtful,” Suguru chuckles, “considering he was raised by Satoru.”

It’s been a rough ten years raising the twins. There’s been a long list of issues, struggles over the last several years that have really put your relationship with your now-husband to the test. From the elders to Suguru’s own conflicting ideals; from his own coping mechanisms to making sure you and his girls are well taken care of, and those are just a few to list. But fixing Satoru and Suguru’s friendship was by far the most difficult thing.

Riko’s death really did change them in the most awful ways.

“Satoru has only gotten crazier over the years,” you hum, agreeing. “I still can’t believe Satoru brought Sukuna’s vessel here.”

“I think you mean stupid, darling,” Suguru chuckles. “And did you know he gave Itadori a second finger?”

“Disgusting! All in true Satoru taste, too.”

“Hey! I can hear you two, you know!” the white-haired male complains.

“Good!” you shout back.

And cue Satoru’s crocodile tears. “Suguru really did marry a witch!”

You feel the veins in your head twitch with irritation. You’d always hated that damn nickname.

You moved to stand up to go and whack the shit out of the manchild, but your husband’s hand settled on your knee. You looked at him curiously, sitting back down.

“Sit,” he says. “Getting worked up like that isn’t good for you right now. Shoko said to keep it minimal for now, remember?”

You snort. “You’ve drilled it into me, Sugu.”

“Good. I’ll be back in a moment.”

His hand rests on your belly for moment, presses a sweet kiss to your forehead, and then stands up to go and beat the shit out of his best friend to defend his wife’s honor.

And maybe to have some fun, too.

taglist: @vagabond-umlaut • @itzmeme • @dellalyra • @torusmochi

[sugurugetofavoritemonkey]

Suguru Geto takes care of his clumsy girlfriend affectionately

When you hear the front door open, meaning that your lovely Suguru just came back home, you can’t help but run into his open arms with a beam smile on your face, Suguru showing a smile as happy as yours.

Alas, your clumsy self doesn't see how close the wall is to you and you bump your arm really hard on it, wincing a little at the unpleasant sensation even if you were used to bumping into random things all the time. 

Suguru doesn’t waste a second to search for the ointment that he frequently uses on your bruises.

~

“You’re okay sweetheart ?”, Suguru looks at you with kind eyes, while you’re comfortably sitting on his lap. 

When you nod with a warm smile at him, Suguru takes your bruised arm in one of his hands with care, starting to apply the cream gently, applying as little pressure as possible when he moves his thumb on the awakening redness. Suguru always soothed the pain out of you when taking care of you, like you were his little treasure. 

“What will I do with you, huh my little clumsy princess ?”, he laughs softly as he kisses your forehead when he has applied enough balm. “Be careful next time, alright love ?”

You kiss Suguru’s lips tenderly to answer his question and as a thank you for his care. 

“If you want me to get better then you have to kiss my arm to make it heal faster, don’t you think Sugu ?”, you tell your boyfriend playfully, with a little laugh.

With a grin, Surugu agrees with you, as his hands found their way on your warm cheeks, “You’re right lovely, I can’t let you in pain when I can give you a magic kiss after all”

But not before Suguru kisses your soft lips one more time with fondness. 

🤍 Suguru Geto Masterlist 🤍

[poohbea]

Okay but listen… subby geto who has a thing for choking/breath play.

CONTENTS: femdom!reader, sub!geto, choking, the use of ‘mistress’ and ‘miss’, some begging, look it’s short and sweet there’s not much but please accept these crumbs of suguru brainrot.

He’d get whiny with his cock buried deep inside you, hands gripping your hips to try and stop himself from losing his mind. You’ve got his neck wrapped up in your own hands, working yourself on him while you squeeze his throat a little tighter, smiling when you watch his teary eyes roll back, mouth agape in a choked moan. He doesn’t even try to stop you, mind so overcome with pleasure and the dizziness of asphyxiation that all he can really do is take it. Whimpering soft ‘thank you’s’ in between short breaths, so grateful to be in your presence, to receive your touch.

“Thank you — f-fuck — t-thank you, mistress.” He hicks, choosing to praise you over his need for air.

“Please, please…” He’d beg, drool staining the side of his mouth, a remnant of the kiss you’d so graciously offered him. “Please can I cum, Miss.” And you’d tease him for a little while longer, telling him to wait just to see him delve deeper into mania. “I need… please, I don’t think can—“

“I don’t need you to think, my love.” You cut his delirious rambling short. “Just be a good boy and don’t cum till I say so. You can do that for me, can’t you, Sugu?” The sound of your voice blankets him in a shudder, struggling to stay grounded in the face of your honeyed tone.

“Y-yes, Miss. Anything…”

TAGS: @gardenof-venus, @sailewhoremoon, @xharia, @sakinotfound, @protectpancakes, @hoohoohope, @valentine-115, @noritopia, @fushisslut, @eelenaag

[mitsuyeaah]

more than art.

— geto suguru x f! reader

cw: art gallery owner!geto, art gallery employee!reader, just pure fluff-ish!!! geto trying to flirt :)

a/n: my first time writing a (short) fic for jjk & geto!! apologies in advance since i haven’t really grasped geto’s character that well! i got inspiration hehehehehe

as you made your way to the office, you caught a glimpse of a tall figure slipping into one of the restricted access areas of the art gallery. you furrowed your brows as the male confidently walked inside and past the stanchions held together by a red velvet rope. the loud clicking of your heels reverberated through the quiet gallery as you made your way to the area the mystery man went, annoyance bubbling in the pit of your stomach, ready to tell him off.

“excuse me sir.. you’re not supposed to be in here.”

the man, genuinely shocked, whipped his body around to face you. he was dressed in a white button down, tucked into a black dress pants—the sleeves of his top rolled up to expose his veiny forearms. his onyx hair was securely wrapped into a bun, some stray hair cascading down his handsome face.

he raised his arms up in defence, giving you a sheepish smile, “oh! i’m sorry.. i was just looking at how this place was coming together.” you opened your mouth to say something in retort but abruptly stopped when you noticed how familiar the man in front of you looked.

those slender eyes and black earrings..

oh. oh. suguru geto

shit. he was the owner of this art gallery; a wealthy man. old money. you should have known, you’ve seen him close deals with several artists who’s art works don this massive gallery. your heart dropped as you quickly placed your palm to cover your lips in shock.

“o-oh my goodness! i’m so sorry, mr. geto! my bad, please, take a look for as long as you want!” you could feel heat spreading throughout your body as you profusely apologised, embarrassment engulfing you.

geto let out a small chuckle, his tone was full of velvet and honey. “no, no, it’s okay! you were just doing your job, i like that.” he wandered further down the vast room, analysing each framed work with such keenness in his eyes.

“hmm, this one’s quite the photograph, isn’t it?” he turned to look at you, finger pointing at the framed photograph behind him. you found yourself taking quick hasty steps to get closer to the man. “y-yes, indeed! i am actually very fond of this artist. the way they make such use of natural lighting.. it brings so much colour and emotions into the photograph. almost like you’re inside it.”

your eyes scanned the art before you, tracing every curve and bend of it as you allowed yourself to get lost within it’s artistic uniqueness. geto, on the other hand, studied the way you looked at the photograph with such passion. your eyes glimmering under the light like it held stars within them.

he thought you were cute.

“hmm, i like how you describe it.. kind of like reading between the lines, but in terms of art. most people don’t really appreciate the feelings behind every piece of art work.”

warmth crept up your cheeks as he complimented you. suddenly, you didn’t know what to do with yourself. your hand mindlessly reached up to your nape to scratch at it as you felt warmth creeping up your cheeks.

“ah.. thank you, mr. geto.” “oh, drop the formalities. just, suguru, please.” you hesitated for a bit but nodded, “yes.. suguru.” you didn’t miss the way the corners of his lips turned at the sound of his name falling from your lips.

the two of you mindlessly walked around the room, being cautious of the art in the room that were yet to be displayed. you’ve never really spoken to suguru up until now but there was just something between the two of you. your personalities clicked with one another. both of you meeting in the middle.

there were times where you rambled on about the photograph in front and he’d finish your sentence like he was reading your mind. and the both of you would just look at each other in awe, laughing at how bizarre it was.

you also didn’t miss the way he stole glances at you from the corner of your eye while you admired the art work ahead. your skin burned under his onyx gaze but you pretended not to see it, like it didn’t affect you at all.

“this one is truly beautiful.” you gaped at the photograph.

it was a photograph of the vast ocean. endless hues of cerulean engulfed the entirety of the photo—hints of sparkles of white here and there from the reflection of the sun. your eyes traced the curves of the gentle waves that creased the vast blueness. it was very detailed. to some, it was only a photograph of the water but to you, it showed how truly vast the ocean was. the unexplored depths of it, and the beauty of its azure body.

“mmm, beautiful indeed.” suguru muttered from beside you, his tone was a little off. almost like a dreamy sigh.

this time, you slowly turned your head to him. you were once again met with his intense onyx gaze, it was fixated on you.

you weren’t going to lie, it made your breath hitch. “..the art work..” you didn’t even make sense but you nervously chuckled, meekly pointing a finger at the photograph on the wall but suguru just shrugged, a small smile forming upon his lips. “oh, i am looking at a piece of art.”

your heart pounded against your chest as he said that without faltering. shit, was he flirting with you?

before you could say anything, he spoke up once again, “you know.. i’d love to talk about things more than art.. if you’re interested.”

© mitsuyeaah

[n-agiz]

PEOPLE WATCHING ㅤ best friend! geto suguru x gn! reader ft. gojo satoru — angst [ 0.5k+ wc ] cws unrequited love — part of my 'supercahe' series ! MDNI

you had always loved suguru, always admired and adored everything about him — but as the years passed, and as you watched him fall for someone else, you couldn’t help but wonder when it would be your turn, when you would get to stop simply people watching and actually feel all the love you gave reciprocated.

luck hadn't always been on your side, but you supposed that was normal, few were the ones who always managed to get everything exactly how they wanted it.

you were fine with it, assuming that was just how life was — you win some, you lose some. more often than not you were able to come to terms with your losses, quickly moving on onto the next subject, but when it came to your love life, when it came to geto suguru, more specifically, you were sure you would never be able to just move on that easily.

suguru had been a part of your life for years, and as long as you remembered, you had always liked him, a simple childish crush eventually morphing into mature love — unrequited love, unfortunately. suguru loved you, just not in the way you wanted him to, and as if the constant reminder that your feelings weren't reciprocated wasn't painful enough, you also had to watch someone else get the love and affection you wished you got. it made you feel awful, left a bad taste in your mouth, the envy so great you wondered how it hadn't consumed you yet. you should be happy for him, happy your best friend, the one person who had always stood by your side, had found someone who loved them infinitely, who adored them more than words could describe — but you weren't able to, because although you knew gojo satoru was the one for suguru, you still hated him and everything he did, all because you wished it was you who made suguru's heart flutter, not him.

it was hard, having to watch from afar, having to see the one person you had ever loved love someone else. you saw how suguru acted around gojo, how his smile always grew wider and how his eyes always shined brighter. how he would always instinctively turn to him and seek his touch and how he would always look just slightly happier whenever the taller man was around. it was unfair, you thought, having to watch while the one you loved gave his affection to someone else, but you pushed through it, guessing a life without suguru was worst than one where you only had half of him, one where you had to sit and watch as someone else portrayed the role you wish you had in his life.

you wished he would love you back, even if not as intensely as you loved him, you just wished he would reciprocate a part of what you gave him — but then again, wishing was all you would ever be able to do, your role in his life from the very start never having been the one of a lover, but instead to be the one who watched over him as he fell deeper and deeper for someone else, staying on the sidelines to hold him if things ever went wrong and he needed a shoulder to cry on. you didn’t want to see suguru suffer, but if it meant that you could move levels from simply watching to actually feeling his love, then maybe, just maybe, his pain would be worth it in the end.

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“i like this one,” you pointed to a particular design in one of the portfolio books you’d stolen from geto’s desk. it was a dahlia – black and white with wisps spinning around the flower. it was delicate and soft, and very much unlike the usual tattoos your boyfriend usually created.

the boyfriend in question peered over at you laying across his tattoo chair that you’d adjusted so the back was resting horizontally. he looked unfairly attractive – hair tied back in a messy bun and the glasses he only ever wore when no one else was in the room tipped to the edge of his nose. 

“want me to do it for you?” geto nodded his head towards the portfolio in your hands, a small smirk present. to say you weren’t a fan of needles was an understatement and, in the six months you’d been together and the two years you’d been friends, he was yet to convince you to let him do one for you.

“no,” you scrunched up your nose at him, ignoring his light chuckle at your quick response. 

“yeah no one wants your shit ass.” you spun your head around to see fushiguro toji sliding open the door to geto’s work space. out of all the people geto worked with, toji by far ranked in last place for his distasteful personality. his lips curled up into a twisted grin, scar lifting as his eyes drifted over your figure and you wished you were hiding behind your boyfriend and not sprawled out along the chair. “i’ll do it for you darling, even add some extra benef–”

“fuck off fushiguro,” geto said forcefully. you’d been coming to the tattoo shop long before you and geto had started dating and the older man had always been this way, but he’d ramped it up tenfold once you’d officially gotten together. 

toji rested back against geto’s door frame, his cocky attitude fueled by geto’s clear annoyance. “gojo just wanted me to tell you that you haven’t responded to an email yet.” he gave a wink in your direction before he ducked back out of the room. you gagged in response, slipping off of the chair to shut the door he’d left wide open.

“asshole,” geto muttered under his breath, leaning back and pulling his hair out of its loose bun as he so often did when he was stressed. “how much longer are you going to be here?” 

geto loved having you down at his work, loved being around you as he sketched as he considered you his muse. however, toji had his own special way of tainting every situation he was ever in and digging his nails right under your boyfriend’s skin in a way no one else could.

there was a small pout on your lips as you made your way over to geto, to your boyfriend who was usually always so level-headed no matter what was happening. “hey, don’t punish me for him putting you in a bad mood."

holding onto the back of his chair, you spun it slightly so that he was facing you. he didn’t resist your movements and his legs naturally spread enough so that you could shuffle between them, your arms loosely swung over his shoulders. beneath the collar of his top you could see the ends of several tattoos that decorated his tanned skin. 

“i’m not,” he closed his eyes, leaning into you to press a light kiss to your forearm. “i just prefer for my girlfriend not to be sexualised by that thing.” 

you pushed the strands of hair that obscured his face from your vision behind his ears, “i think i know what will make you feel better.”

“letting me tattoo my name on your forehead?” geto grinned up at you and you couldn’t stop yourself from leaning down to kiss him. knocking your nose against his, you feel the cool metal of his nose ring against your skin. a nose ring he could definitely convince you to get, though it would be from shoko and definitely not him. you had seen what had happened to gojo’s ear when the two of them had gotten drunk and thought piercing each other with a sewing needle would be a genius idea.

“buying me something from the vending machine?” you countered, giggling at the drop of his smile. the vending machine had been gojo’s idea of bringing in more money for the business and he’d somehow managed to convince yaga he was right. so far, the only person who ever seemed to use that thing was you (with geto’s money). 

“i hate gojo for buying that thing,” geto sighed, dramatically making a thing of grabbing his wallet from his drawer. he pinched your hip lightly and nodded his head towards the door, “after you, princess.”

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all drabbles associated with geto / all works < 1k words basic tags : nsfw ✮ fluff 🕊 angst ❆

cigarettes : geto + smoking hc. continuation. [🕊] shower : geto is spiralling and you don't know what to do. [❆] stars : geto's favourite time of day is nighttime [❆] dahlia : tattoo artist!geto [🕊] insomnia : you're struggling to sleep after toji's attack. [🕊]

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[rottiens]

✮ tags. . suguru getō + gn!reader, pining, mentions of injuries, no smut, comfort, self indulgent. divider creds: cafekitsune.

"What's wrong?" The rhythm of your breathing stumbles and restarts starting an awkward rhythm that you try to disguise by exhaling deeply. He hasn't even opened his eyes which makes you wonder how he realized you were looking at him —or just that you're not asleep—. You take advantage of the fact that he still hasn't opened his eyes to contemplate the features of his face for a couple of minutes more. His small eyebrows and long eyelashes, his hair pulled back in a bun is slightly disheveled at the nape of his neck. His mouth is set in a line, his lower lip forming an adorable pout that makes you inhale deeply —a mistake because you're flooded with his scent, incense and cinnamon— controlling that flame in the pit of your stomach that begs you to kiss him. "Hm?" he inquires again, opening only one eye, squeezing the other.

"Nothing."

"Nothing?" Your throat vibrates with affirmation. "If nothing was wrong you'd have been asleep for a while now." Again you wonder how he knew. Suguru blinks in your direction slowly, getting used to the dim lamplight and the little illumination penetrating from outside. He cradles your cheek with a large hand and you let him, resisting the urge to close your eyes at the pleasant touch. "What's wrong?" he asks again, softer and huskier this time.

"You fell asleep while I was telling you something." His brow furrows.

"I did?" you nod your head. "I'm sorry, I was too tired."

"It's okay, I know you've had a lot of missions lately."

"So have you." You let yourself be wrapped in the warmth that tucks you in, the cotton blanket over your legs feels good, gets you to curl up more on top of the mattress and rub against his hand. You weren't going to deny him that, your muscles ached like hell, your feet had calluses and that wound on your forearm still hadn't finished healing. "You were telling me about tomorrow…"

"I don't know, I'm nervous," you admit laughing uncomfortably, trying to downplay it.

"It's okay, we'll be with you."

"I think that's what makes me nervous." You sigh. He starts to stroke your cheek with his thumb and your chest sinks just a little.

"Yeah?"

"You and Satoru… I don't want to be left behind."

"We won't, you're just as strong if not stronger than us." You laugh at the comment, physically forcing yourself not to roll your eyes because you both knew the truth behind that comment. "What? I mean it."

"Stop."

"You called me into your room to study, you ask for my help all the time, I'd like you to recognize your strengths as well as your weaknesses." You're grateful for the absence of light so he doesn't notice how nervous he's made you, your hands ball into fists under the sheets and you have to move your eyes to some spot on his chest to escape his gaze. However he doesn't let you, he doesn't let you run away, he grabs your jaw and forces you to look at him. You hear your heart clear in your ears. "Say it."

"W-wha-"

"That you're just as strong as us, that you don't have to compare yourself to others."

"I am just as strong as you are." You repeat his words, though you don't quite believe them.

"Good." Then the corners of his mouth curve up showing you a tired smile. Suguru leans into your body and you stop breathing, he deposits a kiss on your forehead and pulls away to pull the sheets off his legs and leave your bed.

His uniform shirt wrinkles a little more as he stretches and, without any remorse, you take a look at the flash of skin below his belly button. Suguru groans and then yawns.

"I'll be back before they realize I'm here. But come see me if you can't sleep."

His words steal a warm smile from you, which he mimics.

"Thanks," you say.

"I'll see you tomorrow. Try to get some sleep."

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angst for choso: him along with geto are perfect for pining whether you’re friends or roommates. but I think roommate choso who hates your boyfriend is perfect <3

Choso who hates your boyfriend is everything and more!! but you brought up Geto and this thought instantly crossed my mind.I hope you don't mind me sharing this snack instead, but if you want some more choso food then I’ll happily give you another drabble <3 

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tags: angst; pining; mention: size kink; mention: satoru gojo 

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ your bright voice pierces suguru’s heart. a sharp, deadly hit that makes the muscle bleed. his stomach twists into knots hearing you ramble incessantly while detailing every little anecdote that happened throughout the night. you were giggling between statements, your cheeks rounded and full as that breathtaking smile of yours never left your face. 

the worst part is that you have no idea how much your joy is killing him.  

“...satoru is so cute when he blushes!” 

his chest tightens like you knocked the wind out of him. he nervously shifts his weight from one foot to the next as he tries to maintain some level of composure. he shouldn’t read into what you just said - you have always been bold about your compliments towards others, and he learned over time that they came from an innocent place. 

suguru is your roommate, your friend...but he’s spent the last six months working up the courage to ask you out. you’ve never indicated that you were interested in somebody, and the last person he expected was his best friend. 

he knows your type. 

he is your type. 

tonight withered every any ounce of confidence he carried. this was the first time he’s ever seen you and gojo interact on such a personal level, the first time he’s heard about the late night text messages that you shared, and that satoru was actually the person you’ve been going out with whenever you went shopping. 

he never mentioned his own feelings about you to his best friend because he wanted to confess to you first. 

suguru focuses to ground himself amidst his lightheadedness. he turns on his heel, hastily stalking up to you as he reaches for the plate in your hand. his action catches you off guard, the unexpected interruption prompting you to follow the movement of his fingers as he places the plate on the high shelf of the cupboard. he closes the door, steadying himself with his hand before looking down at you with panicked eyes. 

“do you like him?” he questions, his strong voice hiding the open wound of his vulnerability. 

confusion swirls through your irises. you stutter from his interjection but he doesn’t even care. right now all he needs is the reassurance that this unknown fear won’t come to fruition. 

“l-like him? we’re friends, I don’t understand-” 

suguru musters up every ounce of effort to keep his cool; one finger hooks around the empty loop of your jeans. he’s still holding your gaze, refusing to break away, then slowly fidgets by rubbing the strip of fabric against his thumb and index finger. 

“you know what I’m asking. please, just be honest with me.” 

he’s dreading to hear your answer. there is a softness in his sentence that makes your brows upturn with curiousity. a heaviness surrounds you both, the faint sound of the whistling wind from outside the only thing you can hear and time grows still as you remain frozen in the kitchen. 

“uhm, I honestly never gave it much thought...” you murmur, noticing his eyes widen slightly when you speak. “I think he’s really attractive, and I enjoy spending time with him. he is a nice guy after all...” 

you talk with no emotion, which makes it hard for suguru to read between the lines.

memories flicker across his mind. the quiet nights you both spent together staying in, and the long hours of talking where you dissect every aspect of your life into little morsels that the other can share. he thought about the way you took care of him when he got sick, and the when you both wound up tangled on the sofa after falling asleep during a movie. 

no, please no...he quietly thinks. not him, anybody else but him. 

“...I mean, I wouldn’t say no if he asked me out but...” 

“you know what,” suguru scoffs, creating a healthy amount of space as he backs away, “forget I even asked.” 

“is something wrong? why do you look upset?” you respond with concern, reaching for him but missing the catch of his shirt by an inch. 

“I’m not upset, let’s just call it a night...” he numbly replies, dropping his attention to the floor as he avoids your stare. 

“but, but...there’s still so much left to clean up...” you attempt to reason, flustered by the sudden change in his behavior towards you, and he gives you no answer as he already makes his way over to his bedroom. 

shutting the door behind him, suguru leans his broad back against the frame in defeat. the realization dawns on him as the devastation begins to eat him up from the inside out. 

he doesn’t give up on what he wants. suguru knows he would shamelessly intervene if anybody else tried to win over your affection...but he would never do that to satoru. 

as a matter of fact when it came down to it, suguru would walk away from anything that could potentially wedge itself between their friendship. 

you weren’t supposed to be a complication in that scenario. 

he runs his fingers through his hair with disappointment, cursing himself for allowing the situation to drag for as long it did. 

he didn’t know that you were standing on the other side. clutching the dish towel close to your chest, and clenching your other fist into a tight ball while anxiously contemplating wether or not it would be a good idea to knock on his door. 

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the snarling of the chainsaw started to become more duller as it hit the chopped piece of wood. the immediate carving came into play as his strong hands, as well as his arms, guided the movement of the moving chainsaw into the direction which he wanted to carve in. the piece of wood slowly became something apparent, something picture-sort. he took the cap of the thick pointed sharpie with his teeth as he started to outline the actual sculpture. 

he was a professional at this, he knows. he’s been working here for about four years now, this is basically how he makes his money. of course, the sculptures are expensive because they’re made out of raw wood—and his own two bare hands with enough skill and enough hours of dedication. this job is basically his main source of money, this is the only way that he can benefit himself and hold himself afloat. that is until you entered his peripheral vision. 

you were the new employee that had been hired. you got accepted because of your extreme talent in carving such landscapes: grassfields, forests, hills, mountains. the list goes on and on. that’s why you caught his eye. because of this extreme talent, he eyed you from afar. 

sometimes, you two would do collabs with each other—carving your own masterpieces in the same wood for the two of you. you two became closer and closer as he had the courage enough to ask you out for dinner. it wasn’t a regular dinner like at the restaurant or something. it was actually at the place you both work. he wanted to carve a forever portrait of you (the dinner part was never apparent). one that would be cherished for eternity, showing your eternal glow within the crevices of the dented wood. 

his hands held the chainsaw delicately, but roughly to make sure it carved the wood in the exact places, also to make sure it didn’t swing out of control. as he held the engraver pen between his two fingers, making sure it was properly plugged up, he carefully outlined the specific features of your face. 

as he finally finished the sculpture, he motioned you back behind the caution line and started the leaf blower. wood particles and pieces went everywhere in the direction they were blown into. 

you and him admired the beautiful sculpture that he created of yourself. you gently caressed the indented parts as you looked up and said, “suguru, it looks so beautiful.” suguru’s mouth tugged up into a slight grin, his arms wrapping around your waist as he placed a kiss on your cheek. “just like you beautiful. so, so, so, gorgeous.” 

you two spent the rest of the evening sculpting different images as a challenge—some were hard and some were easy. you and your boyfriend, suguru geto, were laughing the night away. laughing at each other's snarky comments and amazing sculptures. 

tiredness began to cloud your eyes as you rested your head upon suguru’s shoulder, slowly falling down into his lap. he smiled as he brushed some of your hair away from your face as he planted a kiss on your temple. 

“i love you so much, you wouldn’t understand.” he mumbled, looking at the sculptures that you and him created. “so, so, much.”