#getou suguru hcs

[sugurizz]

(SMUT/NSFW +18 - minors DNI!)

Depressed Geto who invites his gf over just so he can drown his sadness away eating her pussy for hours. He cuddles you naked all day, not wanting to ever leave the intoxicting warmth your body provides him with. He dresses you in his much larger hoodies only so that he can comfortably grab a handful of your ass whenever he feels down.

He randomly pulls your thong to the side and slides a thick finger into your soft mound, adding another one just as he shushes your whines with a big hand covering your mouth, telling you that he's still going to push a couple other fingers in till he feels satisfied enough.

He's so needy all the time, grabs your hand and pulls you into the shower cause he says it feel so damn lonely to be there on his own. He holds you from behind the whole time as the hot water sprays down your joined bodies. The steamy fog envelops your lungs with his palms fondling your breasts and caressing the fat of your stomach. His deep voice resonates through your chest, begging you not to leave and never to let him go, telling you how much his body craves yours and how empty he feels when he's not inside you.

He fucks you for long night hours in front of his bedroom mirror, telling you how much he loves this sight and how well it makes him forget his crippling pain. He wants this sight to last forever, tells you to moan harder and and not give a fck about anybody. Cry out his name for the whole world to hear cause his heart cheers up whenever your screams get louder, and your orgasms get messier.

He takes your hand in his and gently places it on his groing bulge, puppy-like eyes almost begging you to stroke him till he cums loads all over you. You can't help but free his blushy tip from underneath his sweatpants, gently taking his half-hard length and stroking it up and down, then sliding his sweatshirt over his head so you can suckle on his heaving chest, nice and slow.

His pelvis fucks into your small fist as 'aggh babe..fuck' and 'good fucking girl' leave his mouth, big hand ruffeled into your hair, giding your head however it satisfies his hunger.

Depressed Geto who couldn't have gotten through all that pain he had to endure if you weren't there to feed his body and give a new birth to his soul.

[enkvyu]

12:45am — gojo satoru ;

“cute earrings, where’d you get them?” shoko asks.

“hm?” still clinging to sleep, you absentmindedly reach up to caress the metal dangling from your ear. the sharp indents of its gem pricks you back into a memory. “oh, these. i got them from a friend last week.”

“friend? or do you mean boyfriend?”

shoko’s words are throwaway, her wandering eyes and yawn a clear indication yet your face warms despite yourself. shaking your head furiously, you exclaim, “a friend! just a friend."

shoko hums, shifting her cigarette to the other end of her mouth. her gaze flickers somewhere behind you and you almost look too, when her words pull you back. “come to think of it, i don’t think you’ve ever told me what your type was.”

“my type?” your mind blanks. “i’ve probably never told you because i’ve never thought about it myself. i mean, being a jujutsu sorcerer and all, romance is kind of off the table.”

shoko keeps looking at you, pressing you without words. you grimace and sigh.

"i mean, i guess, maybe someone good looking? someone who’s not boring? and now that we're talking about it, someone who is fit and athletic too. they'd have to be smart, but not book-smart, like, street-smart." the more you think of it, the more words seem to spill from your mouth. "and someone who has a good sense of humour, someone who will make me laugh.”

“someone good looking, interesting, sporty, smart and funny? that’s too greedy.”

you giggle. “you’re right, there’s no way there’s anyone that perfect. i guess i’ll have to be single forever.”

“you'll always have me.” shoko says, grinning.

you push her shoulder but don’t deny it.

yaga walks into the classroom, cutting your conversation short. you spin around in your seat to face the front, eyes accidentally meeting gojo’s. he turns around too, and you reason that he was probably looking out the window behind you. you see getou snicker and whisper something in his ear, but gojo seemed to be having none of it, blatantly ignoring him.

seeing his face makes you think. didn’t gojo kind of match your type? someone attractive, interesting, athletic and maybe not academic smart, but he definitely carried an air of confidence when it came to fighting. and it wasn't a secret that he lightened the air wherever he went, intentionally or not.

with a start, you look back at shoko. “and someone calm. someone with manners.”

“well-mannered and calm. what insane preferences.” shoko chuckles. “are there any more?"

yaga slams his hand on the table a few times, reluctantly drawing your attention back to the front.

your previous conversation dies and twiddles away into the background, overtaken by droning lectures and predictable missions. by the end of the day, you can't even remember what you had told shoko early that morning.

when you enter the classroom the next day, you’re surprised to find gojo already there, seated at his table. his sunglasses hangs lower on his nose than usual and most curiously of all, a book is held in his hands. you’re not sure if he’s actually reading or not considering that pages were being turned far too quickly for someone reading “ordinary objects” by amie thomasson.

his eyes flicker to yours as you head in. “good morning.”

“morning. what’s with you?”

gojo clears his throat. “what ever do you mean?”

your frown transitions to a grimace. “why are you talking like that? did you break something of mine? was it my potted plant, gojo i told you to take good care of it!”

“i am taking care of it! it’s not dead yet!” he exclaims before pausing uncharacteristically. he sits back in his chair and turns back to his book. “i mean, it’s fine.”

“you sure?”

“i am.”

you narrow your eyes before looking away, dropping into your seat. “it better be. shoko got me that one.”

“speaking of shoko, is she not coming today?”

“i think she stayed overnight at the morgue.”

“is that so? perhaps i should write notes for her. i wouldn’t want her to miss out on class.”

you turn to him horrified. “so you did kill my plant!”

“i said it’s not dead!” gojo bursts. another pause. he clears his throat, adjusting his glasses. “i simply worry for her.”

you stare at him and watch as he fidgets under your gaze. “are you feeling sick? did you eat something wrong?”

“i’m not sick. what part of me looks sick?"

“well you’re usually not this…” you watch him as you wrack your brain, trying to find a word to describe this situation. “c…”

gojo leans forward. “yes?”

“crazy.”

he falls back in his chair, groaning, book forgotten and placed harshly down on the table.

you tilt your head. “where's getou, you guys didn’t come to class together? don’t tell me you fought.”

gojo peers up and frowns. “no, can i not show up to class early just because i feel like it?”

“it would be extremely out of character, yeah.” you rest your chin on your hand as you watch gojo mutter to himself, his jaw jutted out and his nose scrunched.

he was clearly unhappy, it didn’t take a scholar to know. it might take a genius to figure out why though.

you had time to kill, might as well take up the challenge. maybe he hadn’t had his morning dose of sugar yet, or maybe his favourite anime had delayed it’s upcoming episode. maybe he didn't save properly on the new game he was playing, or maybe he simply didn't sleep well last night. or maybe he had lied to you and he had fought with getou, leading to this strange attitude.

the more you thought about it, the more it made sense. the way he was acting now was like a mockery to getou's usual behaviour.

“are you trying to be like getou?” you try.

gojo whirs around to face you. “what?”

“well, you’re trying to be composed.” he keeps staring at you and you clear your throat. “like more well-mannered. more calm.”

gojo remains silent but you watch as his jaw drops. you think that he might say something but then his mouth closes, only to open again.

gojo speechless, what a sight. but as good of a sight as it was, you were beginning to feel concerned.

“are you sure you’re alright? what did you eat yesterday?”

he doesn’t register your question. “you think getou is well-mannered?”

“yeah?”

“and calm?”

you nod. “more than you, at least.”

“do you think he’s interesting too? sporty? smart? funny?” he pauses. “good-looking?”

the questions throw you off guard and you sit up. “what? where is this coming from?”

“oh my god, you do.”

“no? i mean, i think getou’s great and everything—”

“you think getou’s great?”

“don’t you?”

“you think getou’s hot.” he concludes. “and you think getou’s great.”

"what are you even saying?"

"i don't know. why don't you tell me?"

baffled, you flail for words. “are you jealous of him? that's strange, i didn’t think either of you would ever feel jealous of each other.”

gojo grits his teeth and looks away. with a pout, he says, “me neither.”

the door to the classroom is thrown open and getou steps through, rubbing the back of his neck. he yawns on his way to his chair and it wakes him up, looking between you and gojo as you both watch him enter.

“what did you guys do?” he asks with a sigh.

“nothing!”

“nothing.” gojo says and glares at him.

getou blinks.

“okay.” he says slowly, sliding out his chair and sitting. “what did i do then? why are you both looking at me like that?”

“gojo’s being weird.” you snitch. “are you guys fighting?”

“how should i know? i thought we were doing okay. gojo, if i did something, use your words and tell me.”

"i'll use my words to tell you to suck my dick instead."

"so i did do something. you're so predictable, gojo."

you snicker as gojo huffs and glances away, looking away out the window behind your head. his train of sight cuts right past you but you can’t help but feel slightly flustered as he looks on, almost like he was looking at you, so determined to ignore getou’s pestering.

subconsciously, you drown getou out too, your traitorous mind observing the blue in gojo’s eyes. you had always thought it was just one colour, but looking at it now, it seemed more like a kaleidoscope of blues, the many shades sparkling and dimming as he watched birds flutter outside the window, and you watched their shadows through his eyes.

something shifts, in the air or in the skies you don't know, and gojo meets your eye. startled, you hold the gaze and he holds it too, just long enough for your lungs to run out of air.

you look away hastily and inhale.

gojo glances to the front, oddly fidgety.

getou looks between the two of you. “what the fuck was that?”

“nothing.” gojo says.

getou clearly doesn't buy it but though he tries to get an answer out of you, you don't give him one either. cupping your cheeks, your thoughts mirror his question. what was that? it was embarrassing, that's what it was and your realisation is only heightened as a silence fills all four corners of the classroom.

gojo clears his throat. “for me, i like someone who i'm already comfortable with. someone i already know.”

at his words, you look over at him and find him already staring. he frowns as you don't give him any other reaction.

yaga saves you from addressing his statement, walking into the room as the bell for class rang. "oh? you're all early, even you gojo. where's shoko?"

“she’s staying at the morgue because of the recent mission.”

“i see.” yaga nods. “then let’s start.”

your mind fails to work as you turn over gojo’s words, thinking them through. what did they mean? what was he talking about? did this weird confession have something to do with why he was acting so strange?

slowly, you draw connections between your conversation with gojo and the talk you had with shoko yesterday morning. an epiphany shoots through you and you cover your mouth to hide a gasp.

did that mean…?

someone he knew? acting strange? getting mad when you said you liked getou?

you watch gojo’s side profile, hoping he’d turn around. if what you thought was right, he’d turn.

seconds tick past. yaga’s voice drawls on and yet gojo doesn't even spare you a glance.

no, maybe you were wrong after all.

just as you were about to face yaga again, gojo’s head shifts and his eye flicks over to yours. they widen when he finds you, and you’re sure you’re in a similar shocked state.

oh my god, you think, eyes darting between him and the other boy in the room.

gojo has a crush on getou.

filler imagine based off of that One scene from the manga: "megane tokidoki yankee kun"

[kkai-zen]

18+ nsfw, MDNI.

obsessed roommate!geto wanted to fuck you through his mattress the second he saw you, looking so damn cute standing in front of his door begging for a place to stay.

obsessed roommate!geto who tries not to stare at your lacy panties that are sitting conveniently on top of your stack of laundry but ends up pocketing them when you’re not looking.

obsessed roommate!geto who patiently listens to you rant about all your bad hook-ups, subtly crossing his legs to hide his raging boner.

obsessed roommate!geto hears your fake moans through the thin walls when you bring guys home and thinks knows that he fuck you better.

obsessed roommate!geto ends up palming himself through his pants listening to your whimpers.

obsessed roommate!geto can’t help but imagine himself fucking you instead, thinking about how pretty your face would look under him as he fucks you dumb, cute little tongue lolling out and spilling drool on his sheets as he plows you.

obsessed roommate!geto thinks about how creamy and tight and warm your hole would be clenching around him, desperately bucking his hips into his fist, his other clutching your stolen panties.

obsessed roommate!geto also thinks about shooting his cum into your cute lil’ hole, seed dripping out of your abused cunt and slathering his cock as he keeps drilling into you, and he clenches his jaw to stop himself from outright moaning your name when pearly cum spills through his fingers.

obsessed roommate!geto feels like some teenage loser incel again, jerking off to his hot roommate’s moans through the walls, but he just can’t help himself when it comes to you.

obsessed roommate!geto instantly gets hard again after hearing the lewd plap-plap-plap! of your sweet little cunt through the walls, thrusting his cum-covered fist over his cock again.

obsessed roommate!geto gets off three more times that night long after your shitty hook-up leaves the apartment, and his body is drenched in sweat, mind spinning with thoughts of absolutely ruining you.

obsessed roommate!geto is running on empty, but he brings your panties (now ruined with his seed) to his face, inhaling the scent of you mixed with his cum—and promptly passes out.

obsessed roommate!geto sees you crawling around on the floor the next morning searching for your lacy panties (which you swear you had the day before), and the sight of you on all fours and your cute, round ass sticking out almost has Geto cumming on the spot, even after emptying his balls last night.

obsessed roommate!geto decides he can’t take this anymore, cock swelling in his grey sweats as he walks towards you, kneeling down behind your ass as his tall, broad body shadows your figure.

obsessed roommate!geto is dizzy with lust as he’s rubbing his hard-on against the plush of your ass, and when you grind back onto his erection with a tiny moan slipping through your pretty lips, a wet patch darkens over his crotch.

obsessed roommate!geto grunts as you tease him, gigging as you rub against his cum-stained sweats, but your laugh vanishes when he rips your shorts and panties off in one swift movement, lining his hot, throbbing cock up with your dripping cunt before giving you the best dick you’ve ever had.

[sednas]

– WHERE DO THEY LIKE TO KISS YOU

featuring: gojo, geto, nanami, toji x gn!reader

trigger warnings: [n]sfw version under the cut

gojo ♡

- your forehead:

since he's most likely to be taller than you, he likes to smack your forehead with his lips, purposefully making a ridiculous noise while he does it. it's something intimate tho, he gives you french kisses in public without a second of hesitation, but only kisses you on the forehead in private. he does it when he finds you really cute, which happens really often.

geto ♡

- your wrists:

such a smooth mf. he gently takes your wrist and brings it closer to his face. in a loving gesture he puts your hand on his cheek and softly kisses your wrist. while maintaining eye contact of course.

nanami ♡

- the back of your neck:

he has the habit of standing slightly behind you so he can protect you if anything goes wrong (he's paranoid) and he likes to surprise you by kissing the back of your neck. he loves it because it makes you shiver and he likes to see the effect he has on your body.

toji ♡

- your cheeks:

he likes to make you think that he's going to kiss your lips, only to kiss your cheek instead. with your face trapped in his large hand, you usually laugh and try to get away from his hold. also, he gives you wet kisses, you can always feel his tongue on your skin, even when it's an innocent kiss on the cheek. that's either really hot or disgusting, idk you choose.

- [N]SFW VERSION:

gojo ♡

- your inner thighs:

he's such a fucking tease. he gives you hickeys and sucks and kisses your inner thighs until they feel numb and your poor hole is twitching with need.

geto ♡

- your neck:

his favorite position is missionary so he can have easy access to your neck and you can't escape from his gaze. there's something about marking you while he's deep inside you that drives him absolutely crazy.

nanami ♡

- your ankles:

alright this is oddly specific but when you two go for the missionary position, he lifts your legs on his shoulders and he likes to kiss your legs, especially your ankles, because it's one of your weak points and you always let out the cutest sounds when he does.

toji ♡

- your (ass)cheeks (i'm so funny send me money):

he doesn't just kiss them, he bites them too, always hard enough to leave marks. listen, if he gets the chance, he'll lay his head on your ass, it's his favorite kind of pillow. he also kisses and bites your ass cheeks when he eats you out from the back, which is one of his favorite positions.

jjk masterlist

[blubbduckies]

Since I’m drowning in school work this is my coping mechanism…

Older!Boyfriend Suguru x College!Student Reader

.........................................................................................................

Older!Boyfriend Suguru who’s always waiting for you to finish your homework, his head on your lap as he scrolls on his phone.

Older!Boyfriend Suguru who starts getting a little restless as the hours tick by. He subtle nudges you at first but eventually sits up and pulls you into his chest.

Older!Boyfriend Suguru who says, “my love, you've got an awful lot of homework. why don't you take a break and I dont know, give me some love?”

Older!Boyfriend Suguru who groans as you say “just a bit more baby” but in reality you work until it’s time to go to bed.

Older!Boyfriend Suguru who literally snatches your laptop away as soon as the clock hits 9:00, insisting sleep is more important then any assignment. When you protest, he turns off the lights and literally flops onto of you. Once you fall asleep he'll giggle himself all proud that he got you to rest.

Older!Boyfriend Suguru who gets up once your asleep and secretly works on some of your assignments for you. He'll make sure to return everything where you left it afterwards so you don't find out.

Older!Boyfriend Suguru who'll inisist he didn't touch your laptop, you were just so sleep depreived you forgot what assignments you did!

[aycius]

IT MUST BE L-O-V-E !‧₊˚

feat. satoru gojo, suguru geto, nanami kento & choso kamo!

author’s note. finally back! i’m sorry for being mia for a while i had some things i had to deal with. here’s an older work of mine teehee, i hope you guys enjoy :3

SATORU loves seeing you in his camera roll. videos, photos, .5s, and photos you took when he didn’t have his phone with him. needless to say, it’s only mandatory that he takes photos of you whenever you two are together. especially on dates, where he turns into your personal photographer, and let me tell you—this man is good at the job. you’re trying to take a photo but it’s too dark? that’s fine, he’ll place his phone on his left hand and turn on the flash and keep your phone on his right to take the pics. your storage is low? use his phone to take pics. he’ll send them to you later. it’s a bonus in his eyes because now he has extra photos of you to add in his photo albums. this man literally has a photo album for .5 photos in which it’s raining and you both forgot to bring umbrellas. his phone is all up in your face and your hair is usually drenched and sometimes your mascara is running but satoru claims it’s hilarious to look back on. sometimes when you guys are in the middle of an argument he sends one of those pics to you and says “i miss you” while he’s literally just in the other room. 

SUGURU is on the porch of your house at two am. why? well, while you were trying to use the bathroom half awake, you were greeted with a spider crawling on the bathroom floor. and to be honest, you’d never want to bother toji’s sleep, but the spider was really big and there was only one bathroom in your house. that’s why when you open your door, your boyfriend (who also hates spiders by the way) has a face mask on, latex gloves, and bug spray in his hand. “where is it,” he whispers and it doesn’t even sound like a question, either way, you point into the direction of your bathroom and he firmly nods like he’s off to war, entering your place and letting out a deep sigh while striding into your bathroom. he hesitantly opens the door and peeks head first, scanning the bathroom but not seeing said spider. “it’s gone.” he grumbles while turning off the lights in the bathroom. before he can turn to face you, he notices you gripping onto his shirt hard and can’t help the chuckle that escapes his lips. “you seriously that scared of a spider?” he snorts.  “maybe… maybe you should just stay the night.” 

NANAMI is the type of boyfriend to take initiative. he’s observant, understanding, and does anything possible to make sure you’re comfortable and feeling okay. that’s why kento is the one who speaks up when the restaurant gets your order wrong. he’s aware that you can speak for yourself, but when he noticed you picking your food with a fork, he knows you’re not going to. and to him, it’s pointless to come to a restaurant without enjoying your meal. so, he waves at a waitress and kindly asks them to bring the correct order. and even though you tell him he really didn’t have to, he smiles at you, “i insisted on us coming to this restaurant, it’s only fair you get your correct order.” while kento thinks that what he did was the bare minimum, you think you just fell harder for him.

CHOSO is literally an angel brought to earth. you swear he’s the biggest gentleman you’ve ever met, and you’re so grateful to have him in your life. this lovely man always makes sure you’re walking on the inner end of the road. it doesn’t even matter if there are sidewalks—choso doesn’t want to take risk. since you guys live closer to the city, you take that as an opportunity to take frequent walks to enjoy the sights. the second you guys step foot on the sidewalk, making small talk and pointing at interesting views, choso will casually switch positions with you, nodding along at whatever you’re rambling about. he’s so smooth with it that sometimes you don’t even notice. “you’re being overdramatic, y’know.” you tell him, laughing at the tight grasp he has on your arm. and he laughs as well because how did his arm get there in the first place? he may worry a lot about you, but it’s only out of love. “i need you to be safe at all times, pretty.” 

[skyahri]

Remember Part One |SatoSugu X Reader| HC

Part Two Masterlist Ko-fi

Summary: You get a second chance to save him, but for right now you can only enjoy the fact that he's still here.

Warnings: Implied poly??? Idk I don't say anything specific. Vomiting, blood, Canon related warnings. Angst bc im sad.

- - - - -

Your eyes flew open. You could barely breathe, your lungs still stinging from the char of imaginary burns. You desperately drag your hands across your face and body, searching for something, anything wrong, not quite processing what was going on.

You sprung up from your bed, immediately thanking your muscle memory as it guided you through your dorm room. You shoved your way into the bathroom and just barely made it to the toilet before emptying the contents of your stomach.

Tears pricked your eyes. You had no idea what was going on. You could only assume that you had another prophetic dream, but had no idea when it had started. Had it been days or weeks? Hell, had it been months even??

You remember the pain of being burned alive by Jogo in Shibuya Station. You remember dying, the feeling of your lungs giving out and your heart stopping.

Yet here you were, alive and relatively well back in your dorm room God knows when. The unchanging state of Jujutsu High was not helping you determine just how much time had passed.

What did, however, was Suguro Geto standing in the doorway. He was saying something you couldn't hear and your foggy mind couldn't process the lack of stitches on his head, but that didn't stop you from screaming.

Was this your Suguru? The boy who held doors open for you and dragged Satoru away after one too many flirty remarks. Could this man already be leading the Star Religious group? Or worse, be reduced to a corpse in his Kenjaku era?

There's no way you could possibly tell in such a hazy state of mind. Your gift had drained you to zero, leaving you absolutely defenseless against what could very well be a tyrant.

Lucky for you, you're within ear shot of a handful of other sorcerers who woke up the second they heard a scream. They were filing into your room within the minute, confused at the commotion, or lack there of.

Satoru had pushed his way past Suguru and bent down next to you, grabbing your hair in a makeshift ponytail as you continued to retch.

He's leaning in next to your ear, whispering, begging for you to calm down enough to tell him what's going on. You can barely hear him over the sound of your uncontrollable crying, the sobbing and shaking caused by panic making everything a hundred times worse.

Satoru is motioning for someone to hand him a rag to clean your face, which Suguru does without hesitation. When he enters your peripheral vision, you can practically feel the hairs on your neck stand up. You push your way past Gojo, who had just barely managed to wipe your mouth, trying to climb behind him, pleading that he doesn't come anywhere near you.

You can't see the hurt look on Geto's face. He has no idea what's going on, all he knows is he's somehow causing whatever it is that's happening to occur.

You don't hear Gojo shoo everyone away, apologizing for waking them up in the middle of the night and assuring them that he has it handled.

He rests against the wall and twists you around so you can sit comfortably in his lap. He holds you tight against his chest, it's almost suffocating, but you can feel the pressure slowly melting the anxiety away.

The fog that once clouded your brain is retreating, allowing you to take in your environment more clearly. There's makeup and skin care products scattered on the counters. You can make out enough of your bedroom to see the dozens of Polaroids pinned to your walls.

You eyes finally focus on a more defining feature that better cements your whereabouts. Your nails are painted pink and Satoru's an icy blue, something you haven't seen since your teenage years before Geto defected. You remember finally convincing Satoru to match with you and Suguru, tempting him with an iconic color that you knew he couldn't turn down.

"What's today?"

"February 21st, 2006."

You hum in response.

"Were you dreamin' again?"

You don't answer. You're too focused on how much time has passed. Twelve years gone in an instant. That's nearly half your life, nearly all your memories, and they were all fake. But now you had the opportunity of a lifetime. An opportunity to save all the people you've lost and protect your future.

You're thankful for Satoru in this moment. He isn't always the most socially aware, often times he actually makes things ten times worse, but right now he was just what you needed.

You take in just how warm he is, how he's managed to keep his hands from touching you inappropriately for so long. He's wearing that stupid pair of Hello Kitty boxers that 'convienently came with a matching bra and panty' and 'would hate for them to go to waste.' You scolded him for getting the sizing correct, knowing he had to have gone snooping for answers.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

"No."

You had good friends, ones that trusted you without a second thought. They know the deal. Things are going to happen and sometimes that requires interference or being intentionally kept in the dark to avoid them. It was both a blessing and a curse- being given the gift of future sight yet being forced to hold the weight of the world in your hands.

You stand up, forcing Gojo to release his tight grip on you. He expects you to get in bed, but instead, you walk right past the door of your room and right across the hall into Suguru's. You don't knock, opting to just head straight in and crawl across him to lay down.

Suguru is confused. An hour ago, you were completely terrified of him, and now here you are, staring at him like he was the most important person in your life.

You reach forward and trace your fingers across his face; his nose, his lips, and eventually his bare forehead. You run your fingers through his hair; disheveled but clean. You pick up his right hand and set it on your face to savor the heat of it. He doesn't hesitate to rub his thumb back and forth across your cheek reassuringly. What he's supposed to reassure you about, he doesn't know, but he can tell you need it.

"You're oddly affectionate tonight."

"I missed you."

"I saw you yesterday."

You shake your head. You want to respond, to tell him you've dreamt of this opportunity for over a decade, that you haven't seen him alive in a year, and sane in nearly twelve.

But all you can do is cry. You lace your fingers with the ones on your face and let him pull you closer. His chest is broad and he smells like cologne, just like how you remembered.

The last time you saw him, he was sickly pale and missing an arm, just moments away from death. He smelled like blood and didn't even have the energy to stand. This view of Geto was much more pleasant than anything you had seen recently.

He has no idea what's going on, but can see it's obviously a lot. He wonders what you could have seen, how long you could have possibly lived. He wonders if someone died, if he died.

He's not sure how long it goes on before you're passed out, your grip on him relaxing ever so slightly, but he doesn't dare let go.

Gojo makes his way into the room from his waiting place outside. He stuck around on the off chance things got out of hand and he needed to intervene.

"How's our girl doing?"

"I have no idea."

"That's unlike you."

Suguru isn't sure how to respond. The vibe in his room is definitely more relaxed, but it's far from peaceful. All he can do right now is anchor you down to earth and hope whatever it is you saw can be fixed.

Fortunately, Satoru is a brave man. He clumsily makes his way onto the other side of you and flops down. You don't even flinch at the roughness of his actions.

"What are you-"

"Sleeping here with you guys, duh."

"Can't you read the room?"

"Nope."

[siriusly-parker]

nun!reader x cult leader!suguru geto

I can’t stop thinking about nun!reader x cult leader!geto 😫😫 idk i just want stories about that dynamic so baaaaad 😭🙏 (if you do get inspired to write your own, plz credit me for the au!)

i just need to get some of it out of my chest so i can finally continue my homework 😭 so this was written FAST and it’s not much, but it’s a start. maybe i can make this a au! with other stories? plz plz plz fill my asks with requests and your own little cult leader!getou x nun!reader fantasies 🛐 plz and thank you 🛐

cult leader!geto who praises you for being such a devoted follower.

nun!reader who wants nothing but to be a good enough disciple for master geto to notice.

nun!reader worshipping the ground he walks on.

cult leader!geto who knows that and uses it to his advantage.

nun!reader who begs her leader for forgiveness whenever she does anything remotely imperfect.

cult leader!geto who gets weirdly turned on by her tears. maybe it was from knowing he had so much power over her. how much she trusted and worshipped him. how he practically owned her…

cult leader!geto who shuts down any rumors and reprimands other nuns for talking behind your back and insinuating favouritism (though there definitely was).

nun!reader who constantly gets down on her knees for cult leader!getou, without knowing the true effect it has on him.

cult leader!geto who creates alternate passages and spots for you to explore in the convent and kill time during the long and mostly boring days.

nun!reader who gets confused when places she has been to before seem to disappear, but gets overwhelmingly excited when she discovers new ones.

nun!reader who spends her days exploring and roaming instead of praying, not knowing geto is always watching.

nun!reader who feels guilty and spends the night overpraying to the strongest cursed spirits.

cult leader!geto who smirks as he listens to her worshiping and begging.

cult leader!geto who kills and destroys without a second thought, but holds a soft spot for you, his favourite girl.

[arminsumi]

may i request Getou with a clingy reader? Has her on his lap, cradling her, playing with her hair while she naps on him? Playing with his hands just generally almost starstruck by him🙇

I lloovvvve your writing sm 💕💕

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

A/N: aaa thank you sugarplum!! hope i delivered eheh i'm still getting used to writing for Sugie <3

Pairing: GETO Suguru x reader

Summary: Geto absolutely indulges in your clinginess 🫠💕

Warnings; nicknames (baby)

— While he's cooking in the kitchen, you float over to him and wrap your arms around his midriff, earning a tender smile from his lips. A moment later, he's grabbing under your thighs and hoisting you up onto the kitchen countertop to give you the kisses you cravingly asked for.

"Baby needs so much love, huh?" he smirks into the kiss, flustering you. "Nah-ah, stay right there. Let me love you."

— He absolutely notices when you stare. "Mesmerized by something?" he teases, "Ah, I'm just teasing, baby. I don't mind if you stare." he winks.

"C'mere, you can get a closer look if you're on my lap." he teases again, chuckling when you don't hesitate to perch yourself on his lap. You can feel how muscular his thighs are, and his arms too, as he engulfs you with a strong embrace and practically cradles you on his lap.

— "You're the sweetest thing." he murmurs into your hair when you fall asleep laid on his chest.

😔 he's texting Satoru about how cute you are (and Satoru is being dramatic like omg I'm your best friend is she stealing u away wtf)

— You're adoringly staring at him while he indulges in his hobby of sketching landscapes. He's so focused that he doesn't brush his strands of hair out of his face; they dangle there distractingly, so you tuck them behind his ear yourself.

His reaction catches you off guard; he comes in for a thankful peck at your cheek. "Thanks angel." he murmurs. "Come closer, put your head on my shoulder." he commands softly, as if he read your mind.

You don't hesitate to place your head there, watching intently as his pencil strokes across the paper.

— Feeling over his smooth hands 🥺 his hands are so smooth and soft you just like touching them, drifting your fingertips across them, toying with his fingers.

He doesn't mind at all, munching on food and reading through emails (rifling through Satoru's spam). Morning light fills your shared apartment.

Eyes still glued to the screen, he feeds you a little bit of whatever he's eating.

"Careful, it's really hot." he says, and blows on it for you before you can, then delivers it right into your mouth.

— He's a tired boy, often laying on his bed with that dazed look of sleep deprivation. You lurk for a while before crawling onto his bed, curling up unannounced on his chest.

Eyes closed, he automatically brings his hand to caress your shoulder while you lay there, snuggling into his chest as if you want to get under his skin to be as close as possible.

— "Can I tie your hair up?" you ask. He happily lets you, "Mhm, you do it better than me, after all." he replies, lowering himself so you can reach. Taking his hair into your hands and brushing it, tying it up into whatever style suits the day; a little ponytail? A little bun? Maybe a half-up, half-down look. He knows that's your favorite, so he picks that one.

"You're so gentle." he compliments, giving you a peck after you've put his hair up. "Thanks love."

[sugarphoric]

wrote this with lds zayne + sylus, jjk toji + suguru in mind, but could work for whoever :D

holding your face by your chin (and theres no one way they do this) (that one diagram)

asking you (almost demanding, but never controlling) "look at me", "ive asked you a question.", "cmon pretty, i know you can do better than that", "behave.", affirmative and direct.

they looove giving kisses to the top of your head, hairline, forehead

your voices equally wrecking each other as much as they do to you (hed be a liar if he said he doesnt purposefully leave you to go on voicemail sometimes just to have your voice saved (it initially happened as an accident, but every once in a blue moon hed indulge himself))

"i know, baby, i know"

when they get mad its like a brewing storm, more of an impending presence rather than fast, harsh lightning. oh hed be a fool to hurt you, but he knows where boundaries need to lie for the sake of you and him both (hes easy to crack, he can never stay mad at you for too long)

loove giving back hugs, at least one hand on your lower stomach (and whos to blame him to think of you as a mama, creating life to your and his children? it may be a dream for now but always a hopeful plead to reality). his chin resting on your head, or even coming around to the side of your neck giving you soft pecks

love receiving hugs with both your arms around his neck, face cradled between his chin and chest, nose smushed against him, heavily breathing up his scent

ugh they love spoiling you, especially when it comes to food. if you say youre not hungry, he'll still order your favorite portions, or order his meal a size up, knowing youll soon be munching on them happily, "stealing" just a bite (he'll let you eat the whole thing even if he gets to starve). finds so much joy in bringing a utensil up to your mouth, allowing you to eat from his hand, always enjoying the sight when your eyes light up in delight when you try something good

theyre just sooo dominant, a natural leader, again a brooding presence- theyre seen not being the forefront of the group but always being the one that people lean on, the one in charge like everyone knows who to go to. they take pride in this but always know to never fall in it, understanding when to play when the time comes. its even better when they find pleasure and amusement when you lead, always soo happy to see you acting out for your own fulfillment (theyll do anything to satisfy you). and once youre done, hes always there, solid and strong (he never was not leading even throughout when you were)

[xxiiam]

ＫＩＳＭＥＴ༄

This is part 1&2! | part 3,4&5

Rockstarbf! Choso x reader , fakedating, slow burn , eventual smut , plot with porn

Synopsis - your roommate!Nobara comes into your job with free tickets to an up and coming band that is making headlines , who would know that it would lead to such twists and turns such as opportunities of a lifetime to fake date the bassist of the band choso. Where will this take you?

Authors note : hi so I’ll be posting it in parts here too , it is also on my ao3 or even wattpad - username is the same as my tumblr , xxiiam for ao3 and xxiiamm for wattpad , for it to be posted here I’ll be grouping the chapters into 2’s or 3’s so I’m not as posting as much !! I hope you enjoy this as much as you guys enjoyed all mine !! As always my inbox is always open so feel free to send requests, asks or just talk to me !!

Wk : 3.1k

Chapter 1&2

moving to a big city from your small hometown was a big change for you , working in a coffee shop all the mundane things never really seemed to bother you .

Sure your dreams were bigger than your body but you’re only twenty three . You still have time , or at least that’s what you kept telling yourself . Your roommate and long time best friend already had her dream of working for a fashion magazine in the big city , which is why you moved . You are happy for her but this barista gig can’t keep you happy forever . Or afloat , stability wise. But it was a cute five minute walk from your apartment so it was good realistically , co-workers were a breeze for the most part and the customers were so-so.

The mundane things kept you happy or distracted . Your love life was in the dumps , by dumps it was dry like the Sahara. A stand still . But this did not mean you weren’t looking! You are..kinda. At least Nobara was happy trying to indulge in your lackluster love life. Which lead to her barging into your work.

You worked opening shifts most days so it was pretty empty you weren’t too upset about it. Usually it helped you catch up on sleep since you had learned to drift off into a rem state whilst standing up behind the counter. “Y/N Y/N Y/N” you heard the familiar sing song shrill voice coming through the swing door. Your eyes widened and you greeted your friend, “you know you can’t just waltz in here like it’s our apartment nobara. This is my place of work and I’d like to keep it that way” you half joked , half joking because you were also still half asleep . She slammed a poster down onto the counter then swiftly picked it up with her index and thumb dancing with the poster , “look you like , like you know…alt guys LOOK AT THIS BAND! In the magazines they’re like the next up and coming band - headed for stardom or whatever. Not really up and coming they’ve up and came. Like they have a pretty strong following like well over 200k followers on the lead vocalists socials. All the girls in my work are fan girling over them. Have you heard about them? Are you listening to me?”

You rocked forwards then stood upright , “yeah yeah hot guys band upcoming already came, what’s your point?” . She rolled her eyes and held the poster closer to your face , “well guess who won twoooooo freeee tickets for guess..TONIGHT” . You winced , “but it’s gossip girl and cheap steaks from Costco night” you said in a sad tone. You loved Friday nights it was reserved for you both to cook your cheap steaks , crack open a bottle of wine that made you both grimace at and to watch gossip girl. It was fun you loved it , in fact you looked forward to it every week!

Nobara laughed and sighed , “but like maybe there will be other hot guys here you know hot guys usually hang around other hot guys!!” She smiled , “yeah how many guys are you friends with? And how many of them are hot?” You responded with a deadpan expression. She pretended to consider how many friends she had that were male and were straight and how many were hot. “Ugh whatever a diamond in the rough as people say..maybe you’ll even catch the attention of like a security worker so you can like get tickets to more concerts and shit”

Security guys usually are sexy and buff mmmm your opinions were starting to be swayed , “y/n stop socializing and serve the customer” your co-worker said strolling past you and going into the back , “oh come on Joe don’t be a sourpuss you know I’m always here” Nobara said but then looked at the selection of sandwiches and baked goods , “actually can I have that ham and cheese croissant that’s my fave” you nodded and got her order ready. Now you can work the rest of your day planning out your outfit for the outfit , Nobara left the poster with you . They were pretty eye catching. Well they’re up and coming band sensations or whatever. So they’re obviously gonna be good looking but damn they’re hot okay maybe this concert was a good idea after-all. Nobara working with all these magazine companies might actually be a god send.

You finally clocked out and got home to your apartment , you finally had couch time with your adorable cat , sparkles. He is the cutest. Yes he’s a boy called sparkles he was a stray who you found out was a boy after he adjusted to the name sparkles. You scrolled through your timeline to see a performance of that band. Phones really are listening to everything. The post had over one million views so they’re successful and the music was actually pretty decent they weren’t industry plants after all. Nobara came in not too long after you did , “why are you still on your ass? Up up I say! You need to look like sex on legs..not that you don’t already , especially with that coffee stained uniform…go change go go go”

With Nobara’s kind words of affirmation you decided it was time to get ready , so outfit consisted of boots mini skirt and little tiny top , is this a concert or a whore house!!! But it is for the greater good of finally getting laid for the first time since moving to the city. You both said goodbye to sparkles and started your walk to the train station . You should’ve worn a jacket it felt like your nipples could cut through diamonds you were so cold. You and Nobara stood and huddled together shivering under the dim flickering station lights .

Then finally you had got to the venue , Nobara rushed you both so you made it to the front for the best view . The opening act was good nothing of note you were excited to hear this newfound band that you had grown a bit fonder of now that you had listened to one or two songs…watched one or two edits on TikTok. Picked out a couple of favorites out of the five guys. Okay well they’re all a favorite but still some more than others.

Lights began to dim and the sign flashed the name of the band in a bright white. Kismet . You assumed it meant the word kismet as in fate or destiny . What a funny word to pick for a band name. roars of cheers emitted from the crowd even Nobara joined in, she caught your surprised look , “I just love live music I don’t care about these random ass guys- wait is that guitarist a girl holy fuck” . On stage the layout was satoru gojo the lead vocalist in front center; guitarist and secondary vocalist suguru geto; bass player choso kamo who was on the other side of satoru; drummer Sukuna who was back center and lead guitarist shoko ieri who was next to suguru .

Okay you can admit you were really starting to see the appeal.

kismet preformed all the songs you were beginning for favor. A part of you was feeling giddy like a teenage girl seeing her celebrity crush on her instagram feed except this was real life and you were mere feet away from these men and one woman. Your eyes were drawn to the bassist Choso the black eyeliner strip across his nose and cheeks made him facially stand out as well as the drummer sukuna with his face and body tattoos that were tattooed intricately . Most of the band had tattoos but his stood out because they were all symmetrical and thick with no other patchwork or large pieces to be seen on his body.

Sukuna seemed to be the least media trained out of the band when he spoke it was always something crass and vulgar, the best spoken was the lead guitarist shoko who was a woman so no wonder she was the most well spoken amongst these men. You could’ve sworn you and sukuna kept sharing glances but your attention kept going back to choso there was something so magnetizing about him, you just couldn’t put your finger on it but it was something. Might just be his good looks and how talented he was but still it felt deeper.

Okay.

Y/N snap out of it.

You’re sounding very parasocial this is just a band that you just happened to have free tickets to. A one time thing , a new perhaps casual listen after this. You’re sounding very deluded.

And just like that the show was over and people started to bleed out of the venue like an army of ants there was more people than you anticipated you never looked back since your eyes were glued to the stage and the band members. Walking out, Nobara hugged your arm, “wow did you see the girl she was soooooo sexy I wanted to climb on the stage , rip my shirt open like a gorilla , pound my chest and go apeshit” you laughed in response to her claim. “Okay I admit I see the appeal they are a band of very attractive people they seem like a total industry plant though they just came out of nowhere right?”

She shrugged , “apparently they’ve been a band since high school they’re a couple years older than us mid-late twenties I believe. Pretty old for them to blow up now but what would I know I’m a fashion analyzer not a music analyst” . Then that was that. Was it worth the skip of gossip girl and steak night? Maybe not. But it was definitely a night to remember you definitely enjoyed yourself and wouldn’t say no to another concert. You both got home , Nobara went straight to bed whilst you picked up sparkles and went to your room, looking over the videos from the concert. You posted snippets of it onto your Instagram story tagging the band and fell asleep.

The next morning it was another opening shift at the coffee shop, you stood behind the counter shifting in and out of sleep . Mornings were always slow , a few regulars sat at their usual seating areas until someone new came in. A tall figure walked in as you made small chatter to your coworker. The man in a black hoodie with the hood up , black cap low and sun glasses. You chuckled to yourself, “are you about to rob the store? because I promise there’s not much in the cash register for you to take so it’s not worth it.” . Normally it is not in the workplace policy to make comments like this but you couldn’t find a reason to care in this moment. The man scoffed, “think of me so low to think I’d rob from a run down corner coffee shop?” .

You thought the coffee shop was cute it wasn’t ran down at all, “someone’s in a bad mood and if it’s so run down why are you here big guy?” . He took his sunglasses off and revealed his face , “I just want a fucking coffee I have to leave for another city tomorrow night I am a busy guy” . His harsh tone was drowned out because you recognized his face. It was choso from kismet! You almost laughed in his face. “First world problems having to lavishly travel to a new city tomorrow night oh no..anyways before I get in trouble for conversing with customers what’s your order?” .

He bit his tongue , his patience was wearing thin. Never meet your idols before they have a morning coffee right? “A coffee. Black. Thanks” . You nodded , “any sweeteners or sugar or anything?” . His eye began to twitch , “if I wanted a sugar I would’ve included it in my order” . You rolled your eyes , “name for the order?” He licked his lips he was obviously considering using an alias but he caved and just said “choso do you need me to spell that too or are you able to do that by yourself?”

“I’m very competent choso, I’m not gonna lick the ground you walk on because you think you’re some big shot because you’re the bassist in some one hit wonder band and just for reference no one cares for the bassist no matter how attractive you are” you said gripping the counter, who was this guy? Some unknown random trying to talk down to you just because you’re a working woman? And he thinks he’s alll higghhh and mighty just because he’s getting some clout that’s gonna die down this time next year. He stuck his tongue in his cheek , “you talk a lot of smack considering you were there at the concert last night” he squinted his eyes and looked at your name tag , “y/n”

His coffee was ready you set it down on the counter , “your total is $2.70” he put his hand in his pocket and put the money on the counter before his eyes darted to the window and a group of what you assumed paparazzi were starting to pool towards the coffee shop, “can’t get a fuckin break” he cursed under his breath and pulled cap down lower and walked out, “hey! Your coffee!!” He just kept walking toward the door. Are you seriously gonna have to chase this fuckin guy?

You grabbed the coffee and chased after him , he quickly halted and turned around to face you which made you spill the coffee not only on you but him too. You grit your teeth in pain , “ah fuck…you spilled the fuckin coffee you made me chase after you for nothing” you scowled at him , he took a deep breath before taking his hood down and wiping at the coffee on your uniform. He gave you a fake smile , “there are you happy y/n? Is that what you wanted me to do? You wanted me to wipe you down? What next you want me to kiss tour ass instead of saying thank you for a coffee that’s spilled over both of us you could’ve just kept the money and went about your day as apparently there’s not much in that shitty register in the first place” . You scoffed at him , “it is in store policy to chase down customers who forget to pay or to get their coffee! Blame the coffee shop not me. Why are you even in a rush you said you had until tomorrow night, if you haven’t noticed choso it’s 7:46 am” .

he pointed at the men with cameras, “those! I can’t get a fuckin break I thought the fame would allow me to get a coffee in the middle of nowhere no issue but apparently not, you know what..go down the backstreet it’ll bring you back around to the coffee shop’s street. I’m sorry for the inconvenience, I am I swear” . Huh an apology finally, bare minimum . How did he know the streets so well? Too many questions to ask. “Maybe come again for a cofee and be able to drink it another time? In a better disguise I hope” . He almost cracked a real smile for once before stopping himself , “maybe.” His face went back to its annoyed expression , “go now they see we’ve been loitering too long they’ll come for questions” , you shook your head . “Do you not want your money back” . He actually laughed , “it’s $2.70” .

You rolled your eyes once more and started to walk off down the backstreet , he yelled out , “if you roll your eyes anymore they’ll get stuck up there” you just flipped him off in response before making your way back up to the street.

When you got back you just went onto your break as soon as you could , your phone began to buzz it was Nobara , “GIRL I know nda’s are a big deal but you didn’t have to act like you didn’t know Kismet!” She said practically yelling down the phone, what the hell was she talking about? You shook your head , “Nobara I know just little about kismet as you, what’re you even talking about?” . She began to stutter , “girl look online everywhere people are saying you’re choso , the bassist from kismet, you’re his girlfriend since he visited you at work!!! Is it true are you guys together??” You just scoffed in response , “Nobara I am not dating anyone from kismet. Never mind choso , he’s a real piece of work , he was rude and plus he got the coffee spilled on not just him but me too!! Ugh but he is very attractive up close in the natural light if you’re wondering that “

“But he was like smiling and stuff and you guys looked like you were having a good conversation in the videos I saw” she insisted , “yeah well it’s all fabricated by the press” . you heard the door open to the back of the coffee shop , your coworker stood at the door , “hey y/n this guy is in here asking for you , looks important” . You sighed before standing up , “Nobara I gotta go I’ll see you later tonight mkay”

You walked back in to the coffee shop after hanging up the phone to Nobara , a tall blonde man. His face chiseled and eyes tired , “hi y/n? Do you have a couple minutes to chat?” You stood around and looked at your coworker , “it’s okay it’s a couple minutes I can do this for a couple minutes” you smiled and nodded . You walked around to the front to stand with the man , he led you to a table in the back and sat down , “do you not want to order anything whilst you’re here?” You asked before joining him sitting down , he shook his head , “don’t overwork yourself , you see where it’ll get you” he half smiled , you just stayed silence in response , he bowed his head , “sorry it was a joke , nevertheless why I’m here . My name is Kento Nanami , I am the band manager for Kismet . It’s a band I’m not sure if you’re familiar but you had a run in with one of the members , choso. Uhh..I’m not sure how to put this I’ve never had to do this before. I would like you to consider , for the image of the band for the bands benefit- your benefit too don’t get me wrong. I’d like you to go home tonight call me back up and consider perhaps making an arrangement with”

“Are you asking me to fake date choso?”

[nerdyweebfreak]

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴

— Geto Suguru ( jjk 0 ) —♡

𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘹

tw: dubcon, afab!reader, coercion, threats

starry banner by cafekitsune

— down.

— beg. you wanted to be mine, didn't you?

— oh i swear to god if you stop. — i'm gonna- f-fuck.. kill you-..

— face down. god, yeah. good toy.

— awh i know. i know it hurts.

— focus. eyes up here.

— lookin' so pretty f' me... hah.. yeah. j-just like that.

— stop pretending you hate it.

— it's mine. t-this cunt is mine. hah. mine mine mine mine

— you're fucking soaked. did i spark your interest, dove?

— oh no, sweet thing. you're not going anywhere.

— s-so why are your little friends not coming to rescue you, right now? huh? hah... you're stuck with me now? mmhyeah?

— you're filthy for wanting this. look at yourself..

[enkvyu]

3:36pm — gojo satoru;

perhaps it's because gojo has never needed to drive, that makes him so bad at it.

you clutch the handle on the car door with a deathly grip as gojo manhandles the steering wheel, a cheerful tune on his lips. one elbow rested on an open window, the other casually caressing the wheel, his feet playing toesies with both the brake and the accelerator, you wonder if this was the end for you. at least he was wearing his sunglasses today.

what kind of confidence allows him to drive one handed, you wonder, but the thought is quickly rammed into the crevices of your mind as the car takes another sudden turn. you think you vaguely hear gojo hum a quick "oops, almost missed the exit!" but you'd rather believe he didn't.

you can't even focus on the scenery as it darts past the window, but it looks akin to something from a scifi film when an eager cast of space pilots jump a wormhole. except you’re neither an astronaut nor in space, you’re just an unfortunate soul stuck in a car driven by your best friend.

"that wasn't so bad." gojo chuckles, sparing getou and shoko a glance through the mirror.

"was that the grim reaper i saw around that past corner?" shoko asks, holding her cigarette with a shaky hand. you've never seen her tremble like that before.

"you saw it too?" getou groans, almost taking up the entire space in the backseat as he was previously relocated when gojo decided to take up the challenge of tackling an intersection. "my whole body is sweating. i don’t think i’ve ever sweated this hard in my life"

"don't get your gross germs in my car. and shoko, where did the cigarette come from? didn't i tell you no smoking inside?" gojo complains. his eyes flicker back on his best friend as he doesn’t receive an answer. "i'm being serious, getou, don't sweat on my car, i just got it today!"

"so why are you testing fate with every corner?" your words raise an octave as you look forward again, gojo's car swerving around another one incoming. "gojo, watch out!"

the driver’s face through the tinted window of the other car reflects your own as they barely skim the encounter. an angry voice pokes out from the window but the noise is lost as gojo drives on, completely unfazed.

a series of beeps chase after gojo’s car, and amidst the chaos, was that a siren? the right side of the car flies up as gojo rides over the curb before settling harshing back on the asphalt road. he glances over his shoulder and mutters: “who put a tree in the middle of the road?” under his breath.

your fingers dig into the car door. they hover over the handle, ready to flick it open and jump out.

"eyes on the road!" getou calls from the back.

"my parents told me it's impolite to not look the person you're talking to in the eye!" gojo all but sings.

"let me out." shoko says quietly, and when she's ignored she says it again. "gojo, let me out!"

"you're driving on the wrong side!” your shriek comes out unprepared. “move over the line!"

"it's a double line, that's illegal."

"are you serious? tell me you're not serious. hurry up and move, there's a car coming!"

“i think we’re being chased!”

"stop the car, i want out!"

"we're not even at the school yet, i can't stop now."

someone had to stop him.

"gojo!" you scream. "i want to stop by the convenience store, stop the damn car!"

he glances over at you and you really wish he didn't, because he has to spin the wheel a whole 360 and more to miss a parked car. "why didn't you say so? of course we can stop. now that you mention it, i'm craving icecream."

"i'll get you all the icecream you want if you could just pull over." getou offers from the back. glancing back, you see a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead.

"getou, your sweat." you sob and he hastily rubs it away.

"i'm sorry gojo, please don't keep driving because of this."

gojo huffs. "i already said i was stopping. why is everyone acting so weird today?"

the car revs, swerves and spins completely around, throwing you out of your seat. “i saw a store back this way.” the driver says.

getou dominos over on top of shoko who can no longer vocally complain as her throat was seized by fear. you look over at the maniac who caused this situation and realise it was him making the woop woop! noise. you had thought you were hallucinating.

gojo approaches the carpark, yet to everyone's dismay he doesn't slow. "trust me guys, i saw this move in a dream." when no one says anything, he decides its because he needs to clarify. "it was prophetic."

the car continues, accelerates even, as he beelines towards a single parking slot sandwiched between two other cars. there's no way, you think, but gojo was always about doing the impossible. was that shoko praying in the backseat? you didn’t realise she was religious.

just as you were sure you were going to crash, gojo spins the wheel, jerking the car around before reversing straight into the parking slot.

your head slams against the headrest painfully before being forcefully yanked upwards again. the momentum knocks the air out of your lungs and you gasp. distantly, you hear getou groan in pain and when you look back, you find shoko on the floor.

"so?" gojo turns to smile at you, brightly. "how was it?"

you smile back and throw up all over him.

[isolabellz]

sashisu

based on this fic

[gojoscloset]

NSFW but brain rot cause —

Thinking about a threesome with Geto and Gojo and how they chose you because of your cute and innocent demeanor, like hawks preying on a bunny. But they didn’t expect to be hooked, you were only supposed to be a one time thing but the way your pussy was so wet and sweet and the way you worked your mouth and how you threw it back had them thinking about the event weeks after the hookup.

You however, we’re chill about the situation. Nonchalant. Like nothing even happened and that drove them crazy, it had them wondering if they even gave it to you good because normally they left the girls Dickmatized. The duo had the girlies calling and hitting up their line to see when they were free. But not you. You didn’t even respond to their ‘had fun’ texts, you simply double tapped the bubble and hearted their messages. You knew what it was, but apparently they forgot how the game was played.

That in itself had them on your heels but they tried to play it off as if you 3 were ‘buddy buddy’ but in reality they were keeping tabs and cock blocking behind your back to ensure no one else got a taste of your pussy

Frothing at the mouth really

[psuedosugu]

suguru lets you mess with his hair!!

⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄

୨୧・suguru had always been adamant about not letting others touch his hair. this only grew stronger once he started highschool.

୨୧・you came along, though, with your adoring gazes and “your hair is so thick and pretty!!”

୨୧・one hot day, teetering close to summer, you absent-mindedly asked if you could braid his hair.

୨୧・you started to backtrack on your words when you noticed the hesitation evident in his face but he shrugged it away, shifting closer to you so you could start braiding.

୨୧・suguru had always, always been adamant about not letting others touch his hair, but the feeling of your soft fingers intertwined, slightly tapping at his scalp, made him reconsider.

୨୧・ever since that day, he never hesitated to let you run your fingers through his dark-colored locs, and you never hesitated to ask.

୨୧・it was something sweet between the two of you, and he wouldn’t have it any other way <3

⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄