#geto sama

[bunny584]

OBSESSED: GETO

A/N: Suguru is a patient, kind, wonderful, completely out-of-his-mind-insane man. I just had to capture it on paper. (The Yuuta installment is up next, this one was just crawling out of me lol)

C/W: Voyeurism (the real Shibuya incident 🤭) Mature, 18+

Suguru should stop.

He really should fucking stop.

You two are friends. Innocent. Platonic. The very best of friends.

And yet, here he is. Watching a live feed of you walking through your apartment door.

Keys to the left.

Heels kicked off to the right. You’ll come back to those later.

He drapes the bath towel around his neck. Catching the last few almond water droplets from his thick, near waist length hair. He’ll be at your place later; he wouldn’t forgive himself if he was the reason you caught a cold.

And capital punishment for anyone who rouses a single strand of hair on your head.

6:38 PM. A little late today. But it’s a Wednesday and there’s a farmers market in the town square. You always stop for chocolate croissants too late on Wednesdays. The vendor leaves before you’re out of work.

There are four of them on low heat in his oven right now.

Because Suguru now knows the vendor on a first name basis. He’s paid him well over asking price to have 4 chocolate croissants (made 2 batches later than what he sells during the day) be delivered to his place every Wednesday.

Because you’re his friend.

His best friend. And he can’t stand the thought of you going a second without anything you want in this lifetime.

Oh fucking hell.

Your (his) favorite blazer is off. As is the demure mint silk button up that it was covering. Both now wistfully draped over the corner of the kitchen island. He finds the way you throw your things around haphazardly so adorable.

But that doesn’t matter right now.

Like clockwork, Suguru’s left hand drags down his sweatpants, just enough to let his overgrown, painfully hard cock free. It bounces well past his belly button, like a fresh wire spring.

And with cinematic timing, you lean over your kitchen island. In nothing but your lacy bra and snug little pencil shirt. Mindlessly catching up on your social media.

The way your plush, pouty rose lips hang slightly open. And your fucking perfect tits spill over the top of your slightly undersized bra. The lazy S curve from your petite shoulders…tapered down to your waist…back out to the swell of your hips.

“Fuck,” a king cobra hiss escapes his lips.

You’re dizzying. Utterly fucking intoxicating.

Suguru’s chest rises and falls. The pace of his hand around his cock crescendos. Almost angrily.

How could you do this to him?

You’re his best friend for fucks sake.

Precum slicks from his thick, blunt tip. Squelching around his knuckles.

Your back arches into a mini crescent moon. And Suguru might as well have swallowed a blow torch.

“Nnnhhgh fuck, g-god…so…” Sharp drags of air mix with his poorly choked down moans.

His hand grips harder. Hips now rutting up off his desk chair. Hungry. Needy. Imprecise pumps into the slick ring of his fingers. Chasing another high he so desperately wishes you could personally give.

Because the way he feels right now?

The sheer malevolence in his mind. The depravity. You trust him completely and he can’t trust himself with you at all.

Beautiful, enchanting girl.

You reduce him to a perverted, bird brained slave to his desires.

You make him want to violate you. To fuck a cock-shaped hole through the back of your skirt to your cervix.

He wants to pick you up and bounce you along all 10 inches of his length and watch himself bludgeon through to your stomach.

He wants to pin you down and use your pretty little throat as his personal cocksleeve. And watch you garble and cry and drool around his invading length while you struggle for air. And listen to the melodic sounds of you gasping and muffled around his dick when he makes you apologize.

Apologize for being so goddamn irresistible. For bringing this depraved shell of a human being out of him.

Electricity runs the length of his manhood. His breaths are jagged, tendrils of wavey hair matted to his forehead.

The sound of your ringtone slices through the static in his brain. Tethering him back out of his criminal spiral.

“H-hey, pretty.” Suguru forces his baritone to level out. Hand still stroking his length.

Your wispy, girly giggle almost finishes him instantly.

“You’ve gotta stop with the pet names, Suguru! The trail of women in your wake hate me enough as it is.”

“Ha-I c-couldn’t care less.” Talking is harder than breathing for him.

You lean up from the counter and start twirling your hair in a way that makes him want to carve out another galaxy for you. Just for you. Anything for you.

“Movie night? I’ve been wanting to—“

“Yes.” Suguru is almost embarrassed at how quickly he cut you off. Like a fucking dog.

You laugh again and stroll to your refrigerator. He knows you’re lamenting the missed croissants. And he knows you know there’s a 99.99% chance he’s already gotten them for you. Because he is silly putty for you. He crumbles to stardust in your hands.

Because he’s your best friend.

“I got them.” Suguru rasps out. Hands moving so fast up his shaft, precum surging out his tip. He’s so close. So fucking—

“God I love you.”

And he snaps. Hot, thick ropes of his cum splay everywhere. Suguru draws metallic from his bottom lip, clenching down so hard not to give himself away.

You said it so innocently. So platonically. And it shifted his entire world on its axis.

His best fucking friend.

“Love you too, I’ll be there at 8.”

PART. II

[love-me-satoru]

want sugu to deny me. to make me into his perfect little princess.

want him to punish me when i pop an attitude.

*Smack*

You’re squirming again.

Suguru has a vibrator directly on your clit it’s been about 30 minutes now of him pulling it away when he felt you tense up. tears are flowing down your face. “wanna cum sugu..” you’re starting to feel your tummy tighten legs twitching when suguru pulls away and slaps your cunt with his free hand.

“Oh fuck!” You couldn’t do it anymore moaning and screaming suguru’s name. you’re whole body relaxed against him. you’re so out of it not even realizing your mistake. until suguru turned the vibrator on high.

“What did you do wrong sweetheart.”

you’re squirming trying to close your legs. when suguru’s big ass hand kept your legs spread open. pushing the vibrator harder on your clit. you screamed.

“I came without permission!” you’re sobbing.

he pulls the vibrator away. turning it off and setting it to the side.

“That’s right pretty girl. Do it again and you won’t cum for a week.”

[yutamayo]

[sashi-ya]

𝑵𝑬𝑾 𝒀𝑬𝑨𝑹'𝑺 𝑩𝑳𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑰𝑵𝑮 suguru geto x f! reader

⤹˚ synopsis. a devotee of a self proclaimed god. A god willing to purify you, monkey.

tw: degradation, humiliation. dom! geto. thigh fucking. vag. unprotected. cream pie. wc: 681

Be thankful, monkey… that a god like me is fucking you like this.

His arm, coming from behind, snaked around your neck to hold you still. Wide back, taking over the space, making you feel so little, so tiny.

Hardness peeking through flowy blue clothing, worthy of a prophet, of a messiah. It gets closer to your thighs, that tremble and get warm and coated in his sprouting precum.

“Do you think, you monkey, that your wholes are worth trying?” he asks, with soft voice and still grunting in your ear. His black, long hair tickling your uncovered shoulders.

He said he would free and devour your curse… but you seem to be the curse, after all.

“Please, Geto-sama…” you barely mumble, with your cheek pressed against the wall, your breasts, and your knees as well.

“I didn’t allow a monkey like you to speak, only to serve me…” he moans, biting your earlobe and pulling from it.

The warmth of his sex, sliding in between your inner thighs. The free hand of his, big and dominant, squeezes your breast with violence and strength.

“We will see if your holes are worth fucking, for now, please me with your legs”

Suguru masturbates with the soft tissue of your thighs, he urges you to keep them shut tight and you can feel the drizzling arousal running down.

The upper part of his length, juicy and throbbing, deliciously grazes your sex. It hits the right spot, forcing your labia to press on your clit. And even maybe, if he doesn’t mean to please you, he definitely does.

You squirm and definitely naturally trap his sex with your legs, causing Suguru to moan louder in your ear. It can be definitely heard by the people outside his personal shrine, waiting for his blessing on New Years eve.

He chose you, from a crazy amount of followers, to be “purified”… And you wonder what and where the blessing will be given to you.

“Such a whore, pressing that way so that you can also hump like the monkey you are… well, if you are that needy…”

“Geto-sama ~”

He turns you around, hitting your back against the wall and making the shrine integrity to tremble like your insides. He is definitely big underneath all that clothing.

His slanted eyes take a quick look at your needy self, with lips separated, breathing hastily and shiny legs from his precum and your arousal. His stare is more than lustful, it shows disgust as well… that type of humiliating domination of a self-proclaimed God with a devotee desperate for him.

You want to touch his chest, at best. His skin looks so kissable whenever he speaks to his worshippers…

His hands, however, stop you from doing it as he lifts and traps them over your head.

“Absolutely not. A monkey shouldn’t touch me. Be thankful I’m going to fuck you”

You watch him pumping his sex with his free hand, the blue upper part of his outfit opening slightly to bless you with the imagery of his chest.

Geto-sama comes closer to your trembling, almost swollen sex. The tip barely grazes your entrance, and you are already purring, mewing.

More, Geto-sama. Go deeper Geto-sama.

“Despite you being a monkey, you smell pretty well… I could use you more often” he groans, impaling you deeply and almost forcefully.

You mewl; louder. Your legs lose the strength to keep you standing with those merciless thrusts. And it’s ok, you don’t really need to stand up as he lifts you up to fuck you as much as he wants. He can carry you, he will if it gives him more pleasure.

With the back of your head hitting the wall, with his teeth now biting your neck and his dick destroying your insides, you come like never before. And it pleases him to know you could also enjoy the pursue of his own pleasure. But he is not over, and you are there to serve him… until the last drop of his blessing leaves you full, he wont stop.

Oh, Geto-sama, I already feel purified…

[anonimusunnoaniswriting]

Me after Geto sama is done with me. Snkshslsdkdld

Brb currently dying from lack of being held. Kskshekdjskshdi BABY. YOU ARE A MASTER OF SINFUL PROSE. im shaking shooked shooketh. Let me be his little pet il do anything please.

The Office Pet Part 4

warnings: MDNI, pet play, name-calling, exhibitionism, oral (fem receiving), women on women This fic does not mean I think Kusakabe would be bad in bed, but there aren't many other men left. NOT PROOFREAD. I may have stolen some concepts from @anonimusunnoaniswriting

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

“Kusakabe, why are you taking so long?” Kento gives the brunette man a withering look as he sees your unsatisfied state.

“He’s eating me wrong!” You complain, and Gojo snickers. You had been happy and warm, snuggled with Gojo and Higuruma’s pets when a sudden phone call had all the men gathering in the same room. 

“Were you aware he was coming today?”

“No, it was a completely unprompted visit. He said something about a welfare check.”

“On the pets?”

“Yes. I mean it’s a relatively new allowance. Makes sense that he’d want to see if it’s being implemented well.”

Amidst all the chatter, Kento had gently patted your head, trying to rouse you. “My sweet little pet. Can I ask you for a favor?” He pushes back locks of your pretty hair, his heart melting as your eyes turn from the fuzzy haze of sleep into alertness. “I’m sorry to wake you, but our CEO is arriving shortly. He’s bringing his pet as well. We’re worried about Kusakabe. He hasn’t eaten pussy in a long time and if he fails to satisfy the CEO’s pet they might take away the office pet allowance altogether.”

He scoops you up, the flimsy miniskirt of the lingerie you’re wearing draping over Kento’s forearm. “Do you mind letting him practice on you? You smell so delightful little pet.” Kento pressed a kiss to your forehead and you glowed at his affection. Kento had placed you gently on Gojo’s cleared desk and slipped off the lacy panties, exposing your pussy to Kusakabe, who stood looking nervous. 

“Geez Atsuya, it doesn’t have teeth,” Higuruma goaded him, and the room erupted into laughter, both men and pets. “Seriously he keeps looking at it like it’s going to bite him. It’s soft, squishy. Now stop acting like we’re throwing you to the wolves. It’s a harmless little pussy, and if you fail in this, the CEO is going to come down hard on you. His pet isn’t something you can leave unfinished. 

Atsuya had shakily approached you, and you glance up at Kento who’s hovering by your head, gently massaging your breasts to get your blood humming. Atsuya’s fingers are clumsy as he parts your folds. His warm tongue darts out, but it didn't take long for you to realize he had no idea what he was doing. He kept missing your clit, even though it was right there, peeking out from between your folds, and he failed to listen to your cues, the little happy chirps falling deaf on his ears as he tongue swirled haphazardly over random areas of your core. 

Kento picks up on your discomfort immediately. “Atsuya I swear to God if you ruin this for all of us just because you don’t know how to eat pussy-”

“Show me how!” Kusakabe blurts in panic. Gojo and Higuruma sigh and approach the table. Kento spreads your folds and points to the swollen tissue at the top of your mound. “See that? That’s her clit. Maybe try licking that instead of shoving your tongue everywhere else.”

Kento spits on his fingers and brings them to your clit, massaging the nub, drawing an immediate mewl of happiness from you. “See? Her face makes it obvious. You have about 5 minutes to prove you can eat her out correctly or else you’ll have to go home for the day. We’ll make up an excuse to tell the CEO.”

“I don’t know how he missed that,” Gojo says, peeking at your folds. “Her clit is right there.”

“And this is her pussy.” Hiromi gently prods your hole and Kusakabe’s face blushes red. 

“I know!”

“Do you?”

“Ok enough! Let him try. We have a very short window to decide if Kusakabe is here or goes home for the day.”

“A little too late for that I’d say.”

Startled, all 4 men look at the door and see their CEO smiling smugly at them, his pet obediently next to him on the floor, wearing a long overcoat to hide the fact that she was only wearing lingerie underneath it. She had wide eyes and her hair was tied back into a ponytail. She was watching the scene with a keen observance, her smirk mirroring her master’s as she looked at Kusakabe. 

Suguru removes the leash from her collar and gives her ass a friendly pat. “Go play sweetheart.” She immediately moves forward to the cuddle pile where Gojo and Higuruma’s pets are seated. They waste no time in welcoming her, removing the trenchcoat and revealing lingerie that looked like shibari ropes, with barely any fabric covering her crotch or nipples. She playfully wriggles her ass and the two other pets take the cue, one of them gently spanking her while the other starts to touch her clit. Her noises of pleasure were punctuated with little yelps as she was spanked.

Suguru rolls up the leash and puts it in his coat pocket before entering the office. He appraises you, laid on your back looking flushed and irritable, your pussy on display to the whole room. Kusakabe immediately steps away so that he can get a better look. Suguru’s long hair tickles your abdomen as he leans over to check the little badge on your collar. He hmms as he reads the name and his eyes fixate on Nanami. 

“May I?” he asks, but it’s not really a request for permission. Nanami nods.

Suguru’s hot breath ghosts your thighs and you go perfectly still as his thumbs part your folds. Kusakabe’s spit still lingered and the raven-haired man tsks at the sight. “Most of the wetness here isn’t yours, is it pet?” He looks at you, and you hesitate. He cups your face. “I assure you no one will get in trouble.” You shake your head no. 

Suguru puts his nose between your folds and inhales deeply. “So sweet. I’d heard rumors about one of the pets smelling like candy down there. I didn’t think it was so accurate.” His tongue swirls around your clit and you let out a moan. He knew exactly what he was doing. Your eyes look up to glance at Kento’s face and he nods encouragingly, stroking your hair. The tip of his tongue gently nudges the little nub, going at it in patient circles, until you feel your core starting to drip again. 

Your hand involuntarily tangles into his beautiful hair and he chuckles, the noise muffled against your puffy sex. It might have been out of line, a pet reaching for a master’s hair without permission but Suguru was in a good mood today, so he allowed it. Your reaction to his mouth was all he needed to allow you that indulgence. You whimper, hips arching as his lips seal around your clit and suck, the pressure pushing you to the edge. You cum with a cry, your clit pulsing hotly inside his mouth while your core spasms in tandem. 

Suguru pulls away and wipes his mouth. “I hope that suffices as a decent demonstration.” His purple eyes fix on Kusakabe who shrinks. You lie on the table panting and Kento picks you up and places you with your playmates. Suguru’s pet lazily opens her eyes to glance at you, her pussy being serviced attentively by Higuruma’s pet. You’re entranced by the dreamy quality in her gaze and go over for a kiss, which she accepts with a delighted purr. 

“Are the pets serving their purpose?” Suguru occupies Gojo’s chair and looks at the men expectantly. 

“Indeed sir. They’re the joy of the office.” Satoru is the first to speak. 

“I see that their conditions in your office are a little…lackluster though.” Suguru’s eyes take in the plushy futons that have been laid out, not uncomfortable by any means but lacking the finesse he’d been expecting. “Perhaps I can fix that. I’ll give each of you a pet expenditure card for their needs. Start by upgrading their office quarters, but you can also use it for other things; hair, nails, makeup, lingerie, toys. I didn’t push so hard for office pets to have them living in basic conditions.”

The statement was rather mindboggling considering the futons were covered in sheets that had an impossible threadcount, and all the pets wore collars made from either gold or platinum, and had at least one jewel embedded in it that exceeded 10 carats. How much luxury was Suguru’s pet living in that he considered their lives to be basic?

“That’s so kind of you Geto-sama.” Nanami bows. “Truly unexpected.”

Suguru’s eyes fall on his pet who was close to a soft orgasm, her moans muffled by your mouth on hers. She cums with a mewl, her back arching as the pleasure exploded in her, then opens her eyes. Suguru pats his lap and she eagerly crawls over to him, snuggling and allowing him to securely hold on to her using the shibari style lingerie wrapping around her. 

“Did you enjoy that?” Suguru pets the woman affectionately under the chin and she melts into his touch. “Do you want something else?” She nods as though she already knew what he had in store for her. “Take it then.”

Suguru continues talk to the men as his pet starts to undo his zipper, pulling out his long cock and turning on her kness so that she’s facing the crowd while he talks. “Office pets are our best resource to prevent burnout and stress.” His voice hitches for a brief second as his pet slowly sinks onto him, then starts to ride him, her tits bouncing.

Kusakabe lets out a muffled cough, trying not to ogle the sight. The 3 other men look unruffled and continue to listen. Suguru’s large hand grabs onto a bunch of the ropes at the back of the woman’s lingerie, allowing her to move at angles that weren’t possible when seated on another’s lap on your knees.

“They provide us with companionship and endless joy and pleasure. Don’t think I haven’t noticed the improvement in the numbers since the office pet allowance was enabled. That speaks volumes.” He glances at his pet who flushed and clearly enjoying herself as she fucks him. “Slow down.” He grips the ropes tighter, controlling how fast she was moving. “You don’t want to overstimulate yourself.”

“But I think they deserve the best of everything. Their devotion is endless after all.” He squeezes one of his pet’s nipples causing her rhythm to falter. Geto lifts her off his cock slightly by the fabric ropes, steadying her, then loosens his hold so that she can push back down. 

“I’m also concerned that our newest hire seems to lack the knowledge needed to keep a pet satisfied.” His eyes rove over Kusakabe and the other men turn to glare at him. “Has he really never eaten pussy before?”

“Of course I have!” Kusakabe splutters suddenly. “Sir.” He adds hastily. 

“Clearly not with any skill. Nanami’s pet was half dry by the time I got to her.” Silence fills the room, except for the sound of Geto’s pet moaning, her round ass slapping against his thighs each time she moved. “My advice to you Atsuya, is to take your time and learn the material. Do you have a girlfriend?”

He shakes his head no. “No wonder. But I suppose that means we won’t have to worry about the office pet allowance being applicable to you yet.” Geto grunts as his pet slams down on him, and before he could get in another word, she lowers herself completely, eyes closed in ecstasy as she takes Suguru’s load into her.

“Well done sweetheart.”Geto pants and strokes her back. He helps her off his lap and sets her down on the floor and she wanders off to rejoin the other women. He quickly produces a handkerchief and wipes himself clean before continuing.

“The rest of you though, I assume you’re keeping your pets satisfied? Giving them high quality meals? Ensuring they get enough water? Regular massages? They use their bodies to please us so the least you can do is make sure they don’t have any aches and pain.”

“Of course Geto-sama,” Higuruma reassures him. “All this is being done.”

“Excellent.” He looks at the pets. His was being cleaned by Gojo’s pet while you had her head in your lap, leisurely stroking her cheeks and pressing kisses to her forehead. Geto observes the smitten way his pet looks at you. 

“Come gentlemen. Let’s have lunch.” He tucks his spent cock back into his pants. “I’ll make sure something is sent up for the pets to eat.”

As they walk, Geto lingers behind and catches hold of Nanami. “How do you feel about setting up a private playdate? My pet and yours?”

Kento’s hazel eyes look intrigued. “I would have to ask her, but sure. Any reason, Geto-sama?”

“My pet seems to have taken a liking to her. And whatever my pet wants, she gets.”

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[gothlovo]

The People's Princess or whatever

☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ

Also 2 songs that sound exactly like Suguru singing (to me):

[loomka]

(argue with my partner for the choice of characters)

[suguru-getos]

everybody welcome geto sama 😤‼️🙇🏻‍♀️

[hohoshinana]

This tiktok trend but on tumblr bc I don't do tiktok lol

Feel free to do it too 🫶🏻

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

dash is corruption love if you’re just doing what’s best for your daughters . asking for a friend

[akatsuki-shin]

I don't care how y'all gonna judge me, I love this wanted criminal to death

[iorihimee]

JUJUTSU KAISEN SEASON 2 | 呪術廻戦 第2期: GOJO SATORU'S PV 1

[clownn-pierrott]

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sucks how i cant boop people 😔 cus this is a side blog 😔 tell me why it aint nothing but a heart break…

[kimuromou]

@trelonkan — continued.

The little girl hadn’t even thought about the fact that there would actually be monkeys in the room with Geto-sama before she ran to him for comfort and safety.

She hates them. She hates them, and when Geto-sama cradles her and picks her up, she wraps her little arms around his neck and hides her face away from the monkeys in the crook of it. There truly is no place safer for her than the cracks and crevices of this broken man.

She relaxes when she hears him chase them off, although she still hides, and it’s not until she’s carried away that she begins to feel somewhat coy. But the distress is bigger in her little body, and soon the worry is gone and the echo of his steps on the halls and the shuffling of his clothes as he walks with her in her arms are enough to calm her down.

Mimiko rests her cheek on Geto-sama's shoulder as she's carried into the kitchen, and once sat at the counter she looks at him with big, round, adoring and curious eyes, like he holds the answers to everything.

« A haircut… ? » she echoes quietly. She doesn’t want to cause any more inconveniences for her guardian, and there is no one she trusts more than him, but… Her childish imagination runs wild, and a new style manifests in her mind as a shaved head with spikes in a vertical line across her skull. She can very clearly picture her sister pointing at her and laughing until her sides hurt and she crumples, and so Mimiko's lips begin to wobble and tears well up anew in her eyes as she stares at her saviour.