#not-geto i like you but yuki is doing the right thing

[iris-nonsense]

Yuki has the only valid reaction to a villain explaining their plan

[kanekisfavoritegf]

PERFECT LOVER: The Life of Nanami Kento the 35 Year Old Virgin

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SYNOPSIS: Kento Nanami, a 35-year-old introvert with a tendency to avoid social interactions, has made a conscious decision to steer clear of romantic entanglements. However, everything changes when he meets a new colleague at his birthday party, (Satoru's Idea). From the moment they meet, he is mesmerized, finding himself increasingly unable to resist her magnetic presence. Like taking a bite of forbidden fruit, he becomes ensnared by the allure, delving into a realm of infatuation and finding himself unable to break free. As he delves deeper into this newfound connection, Nanami begins to realize that he craves more than just a fleeting experience and yearns for more than just a fleeting taste of what she embodies.

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CHAPTER FIVE:

Your hands trembled as you fixed your dress. It was a plain black one that fell just above your knees, tight enough to hug your figure. Shiny black pumps complemented your outfit. 

You would have worn better had Kento not insisted on taking you on a date right after work that Friday. But you did your best with the little you had, the fanciest, most “seductive” work dress in your closet. The one that showed off the most cleavage. 

You were in the company bathroom, touching up your makeup before Kento whisked you away to whatever he had planned. Geto and Yuki had already left, and somehow, very conveniently, both you and Nanami had been given Gojo’s workload for that day to finish, making the two of you work overtime as the rest of the office emptied. 

Before you left the bathroom, you took one more glance at yourself. You looked good, a little fancy for work and underdressed for fine dining, but you were comfortable and felt good. 

Stepping out of the bathroom, you walked past Kento’s desk, each step deliberate and prolonged. Making sure that the slit in the back shows off the lining of the back of your stockings as you pass. As you passed him, you swished your hair slightly, giving Kento only a whiff of your shampoo. You didn’t turn to look if his eyes were on you. You already knew they were. You could feel it as you turned to sit at your desk and finally locked eyes with him as you sat down slowly. Something flashed within his eyes, a small fire igniting between you, but it was gone as fast as it came. When Kento turned back to face his computer, a slight smirk was now on his face.

It was not long until the both of you were done; Kento finished a minute before you and now stood leaning at your desk, watching you pack your things hurriedly as you tried not to drop any of your belongings under his intense gaze.

He was doing it on purpose, his intense gaze making you want to kick him a little. You thought you could handle his watching you until he leaned in closer, taking a strand of one of your curls and smelling it, his actions amplifying the tension in the room.

You dropped all of your pens and got to your feet, cheeks hot with embarrassment.

“Hey!”

“Hey,” Kento echoed back, smiling like an idiot. He thought this was funny, but it only irritated you more.

“Stop staring at me.”

“Why would I do that?” He asked, taking a step closer to you. You stepped back, almost tripping on your desk, had it not been for the blonde grabbing you by your waist.

“Kento Nanami!” You slapped his chest, dropping to your knees and picking up the pens.

“Y/N, you are doing an excellent job packing up.”

“I thought you wanted to take me on a date.”

“Oh, I do, but someone gave me a boner, and I fear I may not be able to leave the office without shame.”

“Oh.”

“Yes. ‘Oh’.” Kento looked down, watching as you reached for the last pen that had rolled down further than the rest of the ones that had fallen, taking notice of the arch in your back and the way your hair fell to frame your face, “I think I quite like you on your knees.”

It's safe to say you hit your head on the desk.

“Are you sure you are a virgin, Kento? Because all of this dirty talk is giving me major whiplash.”

“This is what you call dirty talk?” He held his hand out to you, helping you to your feet but not letting you go. “I was simply being honest; I am sorry.”

Oh god, if this wasn’t his dirty talk, you could only imagine what he would say to you if under you, or on top of you or–

You snapped yourself out of your thoughts before your panties could dampen any more.

“Shall we go?”

“Yes, we should.” 

As the two of you walked through the streets, the street lamps lit Kento’s hand, drawing you in close. No words were spoken between the two of you, and it reminded you of the first walk you took with him.

It felt as though you were moving fast but also slow in a way. If Kento were nervous, he wouldn’t let it show. Down the street, you let him lead you to his house.

“You could have bought me dinner before taking me back to your bed, Nanami.” You joked.

Kento smiled; it made the skin at his eyes crease, paired with a soft pink blush on his cheeks and ears, and absolutely took your breath away. You felt your heart jump out of your chest for a moment. He was so beautiful it made your head hurt. He was nervous, and even if he tried to hide, it was smooth flirting and a calm demeanour. Kento was nervous about taking you on a date.

“Instead of taking you to dinner, I thought I would make you some.” A hand reached the back of his neck as he scratched it awkwardly, “Unless you hate the idea! I can snag a table at the restaurant a few miles away?”

“No! No! Dinner would be perfect. At yours, I mean.” You rushed out, grabbing his hand and pulling him toward his building’s entrance.

Kento’s home was exactly like you remember: clean and tidy. As you stepped inside, Kento placed some house shoes in front of you and took your coat from you,

“Come sit,” his hand reached out to you, and you took it, letting Kento lead you into his kitchen and to the island chair, where he made you sit and watch.

“So what’s on the menu, Chef?”

“For your appetizer, you get a Charcuterie board, some pasta and salad for dinner, and maybe some dessert if you have room.”

“I always have room for dessert.”

Kento’s appetizer did not disappoint; taking a cheese cube and some grapes into your mouth, you fought a moan of pleasure from the taste.

“How long did this all take for you to make?” you asked Kento as he worked on cutting the tomatoes and basil. The pasta he had made from scratch was boiling in a large pot. 

“Well, I can not take credit for the Charcuterie board; I dropped the first one I made and ran to buy one from the store,” he said, ears red but his head down, avoiding eye contact as he chopped away. But all the other ingredients and preparing for the dinner aren’t new to me.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah, I often cook for myself. Even as a kid, I have always loved food, and cooking is a great outlet.” 

How are you so perfect?

“I don’t think I am perfect, but I will take this compliment anyway, especially if it’s from you.” 

You would have died of embarrassment had the wine Kento offered you not been so good and strong. One and a half glasses was all it took for a buzz to hit you. Pushing the rest of your glass away, you focused on the passive way Kento’s body moved. It was almost like a dance; the sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up to above his elbow, but it was tight enough that you could also see how his muscles moved and flexed underneath the sweater. It was as if he was trying to slut himself out to you through the power of cooking. 

This is dangerous. He is dangerous, and you don’t even think he is fully aware of how badly you are attracted to him.

"Hey, Y/N." Nanami called you out of your horny daze with a deep voice, "Could you light the fireplace? It is pretty easy, but if you struggle, call me over."

You nodded, wanting to feel useful as Kento still worked on dinner. The kitchen soon filled with a wonderful aroma. The smell followed you all the way into his living room, leaving you undeniably hungry.

Turning on the fireplace turned out to be more challenging than you thought. On the lower corner of the fireplace, a golden square was bolted to its side, with symbols instructing how to light it. It was not complicated; in fact, it looked relatively easy. Yet, as you twisted the gas with the key, it continued to click without lighting. After your third attempt and failure, you called for Kento. 

"I admit defeat. It's not working," you said, your hands in the air, a dramatic pout on your face.

"You called at a good time. Everything is on a low simmer for another fifteen minutes, and then we can eat." 

You shuffled out of the way and watched as Kento twisted it quickly, lighting the fire instantly. "Show off." You muttered under your breath, not quite enough to go unnoticed by Kento.

"Is this how you talk to the man working tirelessly to make you dinner?" Kento asked plainly, sitting beside you on the soft of his cream rug.

"I don't know what you are talking about." You leaned into him, your faces inches from each other. Kento took a shaky breath, and you took this time to admire his face. I truly admire everything about it. Under the fire's glow, he looked even more handsome than usual. His hair was a little messy, unlike his regularly slicked-back style, with a few strands falling right above his eyebrow. 

He looked nervous, but it wasn't his face that gave it away. Per usual, he held no frown or smile, just a plain blank stare. His quickening of breath, his fluttering eyes, and the small gulp of saliva making his Adam's apple bob catch your attention.

So lost in your gawking, you had yet to realize just how much you had leaned into him and how much he leaned into you. 

“Y/N.” He rasped at you, watching as the dancing fire’s glow reflected onto your skin.

“Kento.” You said, your voice wavering in confidence as you did. 

“Can I kiss you, please?” You nodded silently, eyes focused on his and his eyes on your lips.

“You have to say it,” His hands now cupped your face delicately, “You have to say it out loud, Y/N. Can I kiss you?”

“Yes. Please.” You whispered, just like Kento. Your hands reached out for his face, too, but rather than stay still, you let your finger ghost over his lips, pulling on them slightly before pushing your lips against him. The hand that once cupped your face found the back of your head and pushed you deeper into him, and his other grabbed onto your waist, keeping you from leaving him. You fought off the urge to whine as the hand that held onto your waist squeezed you harder, and you pressed your tongue to his lips, begging for entry, something that he promptly gave. Your bodies moved and shuffled the longer you kissed, and you couldn’t take the throbbing between your legs any more. Slipping yourself on top of his lap earned you a deep and guttural moan from Kento. Your dress rolled up with you as your legs spread to make space for his body. 

The hand on your waist raised to your ribcage, his thumb pressing into your skin as he rubbed rhythmically. You whined into him as you felt the growing tent in his pants graze your clothed cunt. You could not help but push yourself into him while whispering. 

“Oh God, you are big.”

Kento’s eyes fluttered shut at your words. His grasp grew stronger at your ribcage and back of your neck as if it were some lifeline. 

“Oh Fuck. Oh, Christ. Don’t do that, I’ll come.” You only moaned into his mouth as a response, feeling Kento’s body shudder as you pressed down against his dick. Kento let out a string of breathy moans against the skin of your neck, keeping his head there as he collected himself through shaky breaths.

“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” He repeated in the deep of your neck, still lost in his post-orgasm haze.

Up and down, you watched his chest rise and fall; it should be illegal to look this good after cumming during a twenty-five-second makeout.

“Feew” 

“What?” You asked, pulling away so Kento could raise his head.

“Food? I should go check on it.”

“Oh! Yeah, no, you totally should.” 

You awkwardly crawled off of him as his grip loosened, trying not to stare at the wet patch on his pants or the bulge that was still ever so apparent. You don’t know why you were acting like this. If anything, you should be confident. And yet here you are, acting like a preteen receiving their first kiss.

Kento returned a minute and a half later, wearing sweatpants and a loose shirt. Another shirt is still in hand for you.

“Why would you?”

“You have my cum on your dress.” He said plainly. Following the line of his gaze, your eyes came to see the spot where his cum had dribbled through. Your eyes wide, you got your feet, snatching the shirt from his hand and rushing to the bathroom.

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“I thought you said you wanted me to make you cum?”

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CHAPTER SIX: UPLOADED

[satorusugurugurl]

You made geto sound so attractive in the leisure streamer fic esp w all the tatts and piercings and rings 😵‍💫😵‍💫 will u ever do a separate Drabble w him in the same universe? Maybe not the same reader bc I like them w gojo but w another reader who maybe works at the cafe?? You don’t have to at all, I was just wondering! 🩷🩷 you just made him soooo sexy I’m obsessed with him 😌 (also sukuna was so funny im the king of the cafe!!! 🤣)

My Boss is a Hottie!

Summary: Geto Suguru is your boss, and you want him to put you in a million different positions; of course, you’d never say that out loud until your best friend Yuki pushes you over the edge.

Pairing: Boss!Geto Suguru x AFAB!Reader

Word Count: 3,372

Warnings Language, smut, pinv, unprotected sex, creampie

A/N: JENXMDJDKDK Thank you for the request! This is set in the same universe as The Leisure Streamer is a Hottie! I love Boss Geto! 🥴 bend me over the glass display case pleas!!

You stare down at the two coffee cups placed in front of you. Your best friend, Yuki Tsukumo, is watching you, smirking as you pick up the 1st cup and take a sip. You let the flavor sit on your tongue

Before swallowing, which you regret almost instantly. The espresso is bitter, and it tastes like rag water. You take a sip of your water before picking up the second cup, taking a sip of the nutty, almost chocolatey espresso, and sliding your mouth, making your eyes roll back.

“That is your stupid instant espresso from the supermarket.” You spit out as you jab a thumb at the first cup you, unfortunately, drank from. “That right there is my sweet Colombian beans roasted to perfection.” To emphasize your point, you pick up the second cup and take another sip of the delicious liquid inside.

“Holy shit! You can tell the difference!” Yuki reaches under the counter, pulling out a large brown sack of Colombian beans she picked up for you and Geto on her latest trip.

“Of course, I can tell the difference; I work with the self-appointed king of coffee, Ryomen Sukuna. I have drunk so much espresso you would think I would be more wired than I already am.”

Yuki shakes her head, patting the bag before stretching her arms above her head. “Sure~ blame your coworker for your sudden encyclopedia knowledge of coffee.” She shoots you a knowing smirk. “It’s totally not because of the boss you want to bang.” Your cheeks flush as you choke on your espresso, winning a cackle from your friend.

“That's fucking weird shut up!”

“Oh, you shut up! I can see the way you both eye fuck each other every time you’re near one another. Do the world the fucking favor and just fuck already.”

“There is no eye-fucking going on!”

Yuki narrows her eyes and looks back at her boyfriend, Choso, who is tinkering with the air filter for Yuki’s bike. “Cho, you’ve seen them, right?” her boyfriend looks up from his project at hand, streaks of grease on his face as he puts down the tool he was working with.

“Seen what?”

“My bestie eye fucking her boss!”

“Oh,” Choso glances between you and his girlfriend, “Yeah, I've seen it.”

You groan into your hands, shaking your head. “Nothing is going on between us! I swear!” Yuki cooed, placing another bag of beans on the table for you.

“But you want there to be!”

It was true you did want to be in a relationship with your boss. But there was one singular problem. He was your fucking boss! Sure, the two of you had known each other since college. Sure, you both got wasted together at bars and had cuddled on his couch countless times. He was the soul fantasy you dreamed about when you were diddling your skittle in the comfort of your bed. But things wouldn’t work out because he was your boss.

Yuki knew you had it down bad for him. And she loved torturing the absolute hell out of you because of that. She insisted that you could make it work, but you saw it as unprofessional. Plus, Suguru was so fucking hot. There was no chance in hell he would even go for a girl like you.

“You cannot look at me and tell me you do not want to see what he’s packing in those baggy pants.”

“No, I don't.”

“You're a terrible liar.”

“And you're being a terrible friend at the moment! I cannot fuck my boss!”

Yuki’s eyes dart behind you before smirking ever so slowly. “Oooh, so you do want to!” You clench your teeth as you down the rest of the espresso. “Oh, come on, just be honest with yourself! The truth will set you free!” slamming the cup down, you glared at your beaming friend.

“Fine! You wanna know, I’ll tell you! But don't bitch to me about said details!”

“Oooh, I wouldn't never!” she holds her hand. “Scouts honor!”

“I would be all over that man all day, every day, in the kitchen, in his car, on the counter. I would be in missionary, doggy, reverse cowgirl, the lotus! I would do the whole fuckin’ Kamasutra for Geto Suguru!” Yuki nodded as you took a deep breath. “I would gladly make that man a father of three! And you know the idea of being pregnant terrifies me!”

“Oh, I know!”

“I would suck that man dry! I would give him the best fuckin’ nut of his life! God, I wanna sink my teeth into him!”

Choso walked over, tapping Yuki on the shoulder. “Sorry to interrupt the horny confessions, but I found the problem; I need to borrow you away from Geto and your bestie.” Huh, you blinked, staring at Choso, who grinned at someone behind you. “Hi, Geto.”

No, there was no way Geto was behind you! “Oh, that's a good one, Choso!” a warm hand clasped your shoulder, making every nerve in your body jolt.

“Hi, Choso.” Your boss, the man you thought of when rubbing yourself under your sheets, squeezed your shoulder—making you want to crawl under the table and scream.

“Well, this has been fun! But I got shit to do! Have a great night!” Yuki was off without another word, tugging Choso towards the back of her mechanic shop.

Geto’s hand remained on your shoulder before his other hand gently massaged you. Heat pooled between your legs as he rubbed your muscles with the right amount of pressure. That soft, constant contact had you moaning, rubbing your thighs together to alleviate the throbbing you were experiencing. Oh god, was this just him being nice? Or was this his way of conveying his feelings?

You glanced up, biting your lip. Geto Suguru was a fucking hottie. The tail of his dragon tattoo ran along his forearm, moving towards his back, where the rest of the dragon was. Suguru’s other arm was an intricate sleeve of ocean waves and cherry blossoms. The black ink matched his painted black nails kneading into your shoulders. The touch of his hand left you hot and bothered, but the chill from the rings on almost every one of his fingers was a sharp contrast. His dark eyes were narrowed his pierced brow cock as he smirked. His long, luscious dark hair was in his signature half-up, half-down style, with bangs on his face.

“I-I got your beans, boss—haaaah—” you moaned, watching his pink tongue dart out over black lip ring. “Fuck.”

“Good job.” His fingers gently inched under the collar of your t-shirt up to the first knuckle. “I appreciate you, princess.”

Your breath catches in your throat as his fingers trace your skin. They feel good, so good you don’t want it to stop. So you gulp before biting your lip. You gently grab one of his wrists and lower his hand underneath your shirt to the second knuckle. Suguru's barrow eyes widened before he chuckled breathlessly, sinking his hand further.

“Fuck—”

You gasp out as Suguru’s fingers gently trace over the top of your breasts. “So, the girls are out. They're going to have a sleepover with Nobara and Maki at their place.” His words are silky smooth, like the espresso you had just downed moments before.

“Oh? So will you and Satoru sit around and play mindless, stupid video games like always?”

“Satoru is in Sendai with my new designer artist.” Suguru’s slid his finger deeper, fuck he was so close to cupping your breast. “He told me not to wait up.”

Holy fuck, was this happening? This was a moment you had dreamed and fantasized about happening for years. Ever since you started working with Suguru at a local shop before he invested in his own, he easily convinced you to join him, as his coffee shop was a cult. The two of you were always flirting with each other; having been friends for the last two years, you would do that to anybody. But over the last few months, the flirting became less playful and more apparent that you didn’t want to be friends. You wanted to be more.

So, is this your boss's way of initiating an interaction that doesn’t revolve around work? It seemed like it. And you were going to take that hook, line, and sinker.

“Oooh, are you asking me to keep you company tonight?”

“Only if you want.” Your boss's earthy, minty smell crept up your nostrils as he leaned beside your ear. “I think I would be lying to myself if I didn’t tell you; you have me curious.”

His breath tickles your earlobe, making you rub your thighs together harder. “And what exactly is that?” Your grip tightens around his wrist, and you resist the urge to shove his whole hand down your shirt.

“I’m curious to see if you were being truthful about everything you said. If you want to do it with me all day, every day. In my kitchen, my car, on the counter back at the shop.” Wetness coats the inside of your underwear as he whispers those dirty words you had said back to you. For some reason, they sound even hotter and more vulgar coming out of his mouth. “I want to put you in missionary, doggy, reverse cowgirl. Fuck I want to try stuff, I’ve never tried with another person.” His whole hand slides under your shirt, cupping your breast. “I say we buy a copy of the Kamasutra. We try every fucking position in there.”

“F-Fuuck.”

“So what do you say, Princess? Should we take this back to my place?” His teeth take your earlobe between his teeth, making you gasp as you arch your back. “Are you going to give me the best fuckin’ nut of my life?”

“Oh~ you bet your ass I am.”

Your boss chuckles deeply into your ear, releasing the sensitive lobe from his mouth. “Hit me with your best shot, Princess.”

Suguru regrets those words an hour later as you lower yourself slowly, backing up on his cock, as your bent over the empty glass display case in the shop. You had not given him the best nut of his life not once but twice so far. Once with your delightful, talented mouth and the second from you just grinding on him. He felt like a fucking teenager, and goddamnit, he fucking loved it.

There was some enchantment about you. You always drew him like a moth to the flame. Whenever you were, he knew it would be a great day. You were like his personal ray of sunshine, brightening his day wherever he went. Everyone teased him at the shop, asking him if he was going on a date with you, and you both were strictly on business. But lo and behold, he wanted to take you out on a date. He couldn’t bring up the courage to ask you.

It was hard enough for him to ask you to leave your job at the coffee shop you both met at to join him on an adventure of opening his shop. He thought he would say, but you agreed. He felt that there might be something there between you. That was both exciting to explore but also terrifying at the same time.

Now here you both were, your face pressed against the glass display case, with his cock buried deep inside of you, stretching you out with his fat cock. Suguru can’t help but grab your waist, squeezing it gently, savoring the moment. It wasn’t like he would let this be a one-time thing. He had just purchased the Kamasutra, which would be delivered the following day. This was the beginning of a very long and satisfying relationship. One that had started with friendship and was now turning into something more.

“Haaah fuck~ fuuuck baby.” Suguru groans, pressing you further against the glass case, watching as it fogged up with your heavy panting. “You have no idea how many times I’ve jerked off thinking about this.”

“Nnnhh,” you turn your head, looking back at him with a smirk. “Fuck~ I could say the same thing about me. Is that way you would have such long meetings in your office with nobody?”

Suguru pulls out, his eyes glancing down at the cock wet with your spit and arousal. “Yeah, it is.” He shoved all the way back inside of you, making you yelp. “Is that way you’re always late returning from your lunch break? Don’t tell me you’ve been rubbing that pretty little clit in your car.”

Your palms press against the cool chill of the glass underneath you. “Rubbing it~? Oooh no, but I do put my vibrator on it.” Suguru’s grip on your waist tightens as he groans out with a huff from behind you.

“You’re so fucking hot. Is that why you didn’t let me in your glove box that one time? You keep an emergency vibrator in there when you come to work?” His cock begins sliding in and out of your tight walls hugging him snuggly with each jerk of his hips.

“Oh~ I’m cumming alright.”

Suguru’s hips buckled, eyes going wide before he growled, shoving himself deeper inside of you, forcing your hips back. Being filled to the brim made your eyes widen as you hissed out a whine through your teeth. His thick pulled out before slamming back into you with such force your fingers grabbed the edge of the cool counter.

“God, you're such a dirty girl. I fucking love it!” He growled, snapping his lips forward, pushing you harder into the glass. “Next time you get all hot and bothered, come see me~ I’ll fuck you so good.” He leaned his head down, humping slowly against your ass with slow thrusts that hit every sweet spot inside of you. “You could even bring your vibrator~” his teeth snapped gently, tugging at your ear.

“Holy—” your eyes rolled back as Suguru’s hips had your clit rubbing against the smooth glass. “I-I’m dirty~ listen to—hnnngh!” His teeth tugged at your earlobe, silencing your retort. “Oh my god~! Ooooh, my fucking god Sugu!” You rocked yourself back against him, his kisses and nips at your sensitive ear and neck driving you mad.

A shaky chuckle sounded from your boss, “You’re sensitive, aren’t you, princess~?” You answered with an eager whimper and nod before looking back at him.

His tongue ran over his lip piercing as his ring-covered fingers slipped down, groping the fat of your ass. The cool metal, the way his slick cock slid in and out of you faster and harder, had your eyes rolling back as your walls tightened around his cock. Suguru growled; one of his eyes twitched slightly as your walls tightened around him, squeezing his cock with almost pained pleasure. He was drowning in you and your tight cunt.

Suguru pressed his whole body against your back, bucking into you; his thrusts were hard and fast, pushing you closer to your release. Suguru’s hands slammed on either side of your head, keeping himself up not wholly to crush you under his weight. His right hand slid up, covering yours with his own, his fingers intertwined with yours, holding your hand as he fucked his cock deeper into you.

“S-Sugu~!” You cried out, turning your head to meet his. “Suguru~!”

His lips caught yours, kissing you as he squeezed your hand tight, his hips buckling as he felt you getting closer and closer. Your walls hugged him, making you squeak as he shoved his tongue into your mouth. The chill of his piercing against your lips and his tongue wrestling yours for control had your eyes shut tight as you squeezed his hand back.

“Oh~ fuck- mmmm—“ Suguru’s orgasm was fast approaching, his once well-patterned thrusts becoming messy and frantic. “Fuck—cum with me, please, Princess.”

You kissed him harder, gasping against his lips, breathing hard. “Gonna cum~ Suguru harder~ harder!” Your grip on his hand is almost crushing as he does exactly as you ask. His hips bucking yours as hard as he can the display case, shaking under each frantic thrust. Your eyes shut tight as Suguru rests his mouth against your cheek, moaning as loudly as you were. His breath is hot, and his dress is messy, and you can’t stop it from happening. “C-Cumming!” You scream as your walls convulse around his cock, squeezing the loving life out of him.

“Fuck!” Suguru hisses out. “Haaah~ ooooh! Fuck that’s right cum on my cock. He whispered against your cheek as pleasured cries filled the room. “Yeah~ yeah fuck~ gonna cum~ you want it?” All you can do is scream out, nodding, legs shaking as your orgasm keeps rocking through you. That is what has your boss’ balls slapping against your clit as he fucks himself into his orgasm. “N-Nnngh!” Suguru's face presses harder against yours as his cock throbs with every spurt of cum he thrusts into you.

You blinked slowly, humming happily as Suguru stayed buried inside of you, his lips finding yours in a gentle kiss. This was everything you wanted, and more, like your dream, finally came true. Suguru sighed, nuzzling his face in your neck as his heart rate slowed.

“Remind me to thank Yuki for pushing your buttons the next time I see her.”

“Heh~ you and me both.” You wince as Suguru slowly pulls out of you, his hand sliding your hips to help steady you as you stand up. “Fuuuck, that was amazing.”

“Mhmm, you’re amazing.” Suguru wraps his arms around your waist. “Would you be opposed to round three in the shower? That way, I can thoroughly clean you up~”

Your arms snake around his neck as you bite down on your bottom lip. “I would not be opposed to that at all.” Suguru leans down, his lips inches from your own, as a chime sounds above you. Both your eyes go wide as you listen to stomping through the kitchen. Nanami storms through the back, his eyes dark with anger. The anger is displayed as Suguru struggles to pull his pants up while you shakily hide behind him as Nanami looks towards you both.

“Nanami! Turn around!”

“Oh, god, sorry!” Nanami flushed, turning away, giving you and Suguru a chance to readjust your clothing. “I-I didn't see anything! Sorry, I was looking for my idiot client!”

“He hasn’t come home yet,” Suguru says, clearing his throat and brushing his hair out of his face. “He was staying the night in Sendai.”

You peek at your blonde friend, blinking as he clenches his fists with a growl. “And he’s not answering my texts or calls!” What could be so crucial that Nanami needed to talk to Gojo at midnight?

“Did something happen?” You ask, wobbling on your jello legs as Suguru sprays disinfectant on the counter you just fucked on. “Did he say something stupid again, and you need to do crowd control?”

Nanami turns to gawk at you as Suguru wipes the display case clean. “You haven’t seen it?”

“Seen what?”

Nanami sighs, pulling up his phone and showing you both the screen. The number one trending headline on Twitter is Gojo Satoru, the headline: Popular Leisure Streamer Checks into a Love Hotel with His Girlfriend!” Underneath the article was a photo of a beautiful girl and Satoru at a receptionist's desk.

“Oooh shit.” You whisper, covering your mouth with your hand as you giggle. “Where’s his mask?!”

“My thoughts exactly!” Nanami snapped, dialing what you assumed was Gojo’s number again. “Geto, I hope you’re not too attached to him because I will obliterate him.”

Suguru sent a quick text before wrapping an arm around you. “I’ll miss him, but as long as my princess is by my side, I’ll live.” You beamed up at your boss, who was now much more to you. Fuck thanking Yuki; you needed to get her a gift basket.

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where do they take you on a date?

gojo, geto, nanami, utahime, shoko, haibara, yuki, toji, itadori, megumi, nobara, maki, inumaki, yuta, shiu, ino, sukuna, choso

if you were dating them series.

gojo satoru

amusement parks, streetball courts, zoos

gojo would definitely be a thrill-seeker, and he drags you along to all of the most extreme rides there are. if you're unfortunate, he'll get really sick afterwards and you'd have to take him to the kids rides. but then ten minutes later, he'll be going crazy on the teacups, enough for you to get sick instead of him.

he's the best at everything, isn't he? he'd teach you how to shoot and do a 1v1 with you, only to absolute smash the score 34-2 in record time. and the two pointer you got, he LET you have it. afterwards, if you're not tall enough, he'd lift you up and help you do a dunk. probably rips his pants at some point.

i know a zoo is random, but hear me out. gojo is obsessed with looking at cute animals, and he compares every single one to you. panda? that's you. otter? that's you. any type of fox? that's you. the baby voice is ON every time a baby animal is around. he gets fascinated by the reptile section because they remind him of digimon (random but ok) and reads every single fact file that he can, but he avoids the insect section like the plague and the only thing he'd willingly go to see is the butterflies. if there's any silly merchandise, he'll buy it, as well as a plushie of his favourite animal and yours.

p.s. DO NOT and i repeat, DO NOT try to scare him in the insect section. any minor spooks, and he will not hesitate to hollow purple.

geto suguru

perfume stores, onsens, cat cafes

i'm gonna be really honest, it's difficult to imagine geto doing anything as his evil curse user self (and because i refuse to rewatch the movie) however if he does take a liking to you, i do believe that he would take you to different high-end perfume stores to personally help you pick out a scent. he'll also restock on his own, and let you keep the old one so you can spray the clothes you stole from him ages ago with his perfume.

geto is a clean guy. he definitely takes care of himself (and his hair, but that's a whole other story) so treating you and him to a bath happens more frequently than you'd expect. he doesn't like going to sentos over onsens because they're less natural. his heat tolerance is unsurprisingly high as well, and he could stay in the water for hours if he really wanted to. is SO gentle when washing your back too, it would feel more like a massage if anything.

ummm... it just seems right. this one's for teen geto. he's probably a natural cat magnet. literally every single cat in the cafe would be all over him. if you get upset that no cats came to you, he'd try to put one on your lap, but it just came crawling right back to him. A for effort.

nanami kento

museums, restaurants, balconies

tell me right now that it wouldn't be cute if nanami took pictures of you taking pictures in a museum??? somehow, every single photo he has on his camera roll has you in it. would be invested if you're interested in a particular theme and bring you to more museums like that.

a true gentleman. he studies what you do and don't like to bring you to the beat restaurants that suit your tastes. will NEVER EVER let you pay the bill. if you try to insist, he already sent his card over to the waitress before you guys even ordered so there's no way they'd take your money instead. he'd also let you use your card to buy new clothes for said dates if you feel like the ones you have aren't fancy enough.

bonus!!! but if we're going to be realistic, that also means he does A LOT more work to make up for the lost money. nanami's a saver, not a spender. if he spends, he's gotta get that money back. be careful with what you pick!

you know balconies that give you a clear view of a famous or popular momument? one of those balconies. maybe for something like the tokyo tower or the tokyo skytree, then you'd get to see it light up at night!

ieri shoko

wine tasting, her bed, medical tv series/court cases

yes, she does like alcohol. no, it would not be ideal if she was getting drunk 1pm on a wednesday. consumes all sorts of drinks, but wine is the safest. to her, all wine tastes the same, or she can pick out even the tiniest details from different brands. no in between.

no, i do not mean this in that way!!!! shoko probably likes to sleep, but doesn't get many opportunities to. if she finally gets even a short break off work, the two of you will manage to get halfway through a movie before succumbing to sleep. she really doesn't move around that much while laying down, maybe doesn't even move at all. definitely looks really pretty in the morning (i can confirm) and the first thing she does is guzzle down a whole bottle of water and smoke a cigarette. stress is really something else.

shoko probably hyper-analyses medical shows and nitpicks on scenarios that are completely incorrect or different just for drama purposes. however, she loves watching dramatic court cases. especially paternity court, and judge judy. if you've seen that one video of rolling ray on divorce court, then you know how funny it is. definitely shoko's favourite and she always comes back to rewatch it.

iori utahime

haunted houses, shinto shrines, enjoying tea in a gazebo

you're the one taking her to a haunted house actually. put tape on her mouth, because her screams are crazy loud, and dangerously high pitched. one of the actors actually had to break character and cover their ears at some point, and that was only from a light scare. you'd have to yank her by the hand or arm to get her to go through the entrance, and hides behind your back the entire time.

not really a date, and she'll take you to one every year. utahime does wear traditional miko outfit, which i believe is linked to shintoism(?), so she probably used to go by herself before she even met you.

a gazebo is half indoors, half outdoors sort of, and this kind of vibe is relaxing. spring weather is the best time for dates like this. mild weather, just a bit of wind, and... pollen. utahime loves spring, but i also think she has a bad pollen allergy. she still does go on these dates knowing this because it does take a lot of stress off her shoulders, and illness isn't forever. she always brings different kinds of tea for the two of you to try.

bonus!!! would get so into world cups of any sport. even goes as far as dragging you out to bars or ordering pizza and beer for the games. trust me, i was surprised too when i read this in the fanbook.

yu haibara

unpopular restaurants, carousels, trees

haibara has a hobby of eating at restaurants that have little to no customers. he's totally convinced that the best food is made at these kind of places, and bonus points if there's a vending machine nearby. if you're unsure of the quality, he'll always try the meals before you do a few days prior, to see if he'll get sick or not after trying the food.

he has a lot of energy, so haibara really likes amusement parks! however, if you randomly spot a carousel in the middle of nowhere, he will drag you all the way and sit you down on the horse next to his. he's not even embarrassed having the two of you on them when only kids go on these rides. 10/10 experience still. he had the time of his life sitting on a miniature fake horse that moves up and down and goes 4mph in continuous circles.

he looks like the kind of guy that would climb trees to enjoy a view. the two of you would have a special tree that's particularly large and easy to climb, and in front of a flower field or river. even brings snacks so you can enjoy each other's company until it gets dark. if you're afraid of heights or not a good climber, he'll personally escort you all the way up, carrying you using one arm, you clinging onto his back, any way that feels most comfortable for you.

tsukumo yuki

anywhere on her motorcycle, fields, flower picking

she would definitely pull up to your house in the middle of the night and tell you to get dressed and hop on her bike. or just go in your pyjamas, she doesn't mind. she's very likely to go way over the speed limit, so beware. maybe does a wheelie out of nowhere just to scare you, but she also likes how you tighten your grip on her waist.

yuki could make the worst date ideas seem so romantic. she'll drive you out to the middle of literally nowhere, the sun would be starting to set, and as soon as she parks her bike, she's running off into the distance. rolling around in the grass >>> sitting down. she'd feel like a teen all over again and just be having fun. the dirty clothes when you get back are not as fun though...

kinda links to the fields. she'd give you a basket and tell you to pick whatever you want, because the flowers around here are 'wild and free'. don't listen to her, because they are not! she's probably got into trouble with the owner of the flower field so many times because that's where she get her bouquets from. lowkey a crime.

fushiguro toji

mini golf, tag along, casinos

mini golf just gives me major dad vibes. and what is toji? a deadbeat dad. he'd actually get so into it after a while even though his technique and swing would be completely off. he's such a loser unintentionally. and he WON against you even when the ball goes completely off course.

lazy bum. if you mention the fact that you're going shopping by yourself to him, you're not anymore. no, he doesn't have money. no, he's not going to whip out a ring and propose. he's just there, like a dog. he would be so useless it's annoying. ask him for an opinion on anything and he'll go "looks good to me." it could be a trash bag, and he'd say the same thing like a damn parrot! it, in fact, does not look good, toji. the only things he's good for are scaring off other guys and holding your bags.

you get to witness toji losing all of his money first hand! please don't get into gambling like him, because he would let you do so with his money, the little money he has left when he's lost hope. if you earn him a lot, he'll bring you a lot more often as a "lucky sign".... his distress would be funny though, because his reactions are so weirdly animated coming from him. just don't let him borrow any money from you afterwards.

itadori yuji

karaoke, movie theatres, anime conventions

the two of you singing your hearts out on a school night >>> would go crazy on the mic and he wouldn't care who else heard him. he may just sing bad to make you laugh, or sing so seriously that it makes you laugh. duet songs are sooo his thing and he'd hype you up whenever your part comes.

and he'd take you to watch something weird as well. itadori was so passionate talking about 'earthworm' whatever it was, imagine what else he could be into? i can also see him watching marvel movies as well. deadpool would remind him so much of gojo so he'd start buying the comics after that.

cosplaying with him!!! i think if his hair was more yellow with a bit of temporary dye, he could pass as a good naruto. also, he could look just like natsu from fairy tail. matching cosplays or not, he takes a concerning amount of pictures of you and a bit of him. mostly you. the two of you would make the mistake of buying a different kind of paint that doesn't wash off instead of face paint, and he'd be stuck with markings or details on his face for ages.

fushiguro megumi

puri kuras, build-a-bear stores, bridges

you force him to go to a puri kura. nothing is better than grumpy megumi having the most adorable filters and accessories slapped onto his face. half way through, he'd get a little into it and get used to your poses. maybe he'll do a heart with you at the end. maybe. behind his phonecase, he has the pictures hidden inside and looks at them before a mission.

you'd also force him to go to build-a-bear, but he's more willing to go here. is also willing to get matching ones. he'd pretend to be indifferent about choosing clothes, and then the next week you'd see his plush in a new shirt. sir... i know that didn't come from nowhere? would rather have you make a wish on his plush's heart instead of doing it instead, but if you beg ask nicely enough, he'll do it to yours. apparently they can have heartbeats too? megumi secretly wants yours in one of his bears one day.

bridges just feel like a good hang out spot yk? maybe ones that are above rivers in a quiet area, or a large empty road at night. it's like nobody's truly watching and holds an odd amount of privacy, which he likes. the cutesy side of him comes out as well. holding you close, kissing you, swinging your arms with his (the last one is more you than him, but he bears with it) anything he holds back from doing in public.

kugisaki nobara

shopping malls, boutiques/salons, the beach

this one's obvious. if the two of you get a bunch of money, this is the first stop. according to the fanbook, apparently nobara likes balenciaga and onitsuka tiger..? have you seen how expensive those brands are? either her spending habits or crazy, or she only buys for one use and then returns it the next day. or perhaps she just likes trying things on. still somehow manages to have a bunch of clothes in her closet.

100% believes in investing for summer glowups, even though she doesn't need one. is also 100% likely to get SCAMMED out of a bunch of money because of fake five star reviews. she can and will get her money back, even if that means somebody needs to get beat up. skincare, getting her roots touched up professionally, maybe her lashes or eyebrows getting done, new tights and underwear, anything that would enhance her features and make her feel better. she's proud and happy her appearance in general, but doesn't mind going the extra step to make herself look even better.

nobara is constantly torn between having a tan, or doing everything within her power to not get one. if models in magazines do get a little tan for their photoshoots in summer, then she'll try it out herself. looks so pretty with a tan! she isn't the biggest fan of swimming because the water is salty, but she loves ice cream and fresh fruit if she can get her hands on some. would kill to try drinking a coconut one day.

zenin maki

training, accessory shopping, feeding pigeons

training, but make it affectionate and flirty. i will forever stand by the fact that maki could be the biggest flirt if she wanted to. she would not take the sparring seriously at all and makes an effort to fluster you whenever possible. oh, and she won't hit you at all, melee or fists. gets you a cold bottle of water if you actually tried your best during it, or if your face just looks really red (i wonder why)

maki's legwarmers as a first year will be missed... if she wasn't occupied with being a jujutsu sorcerer, i think she'd like to dwell in her sense of fashion a little more, because it gives her a sense of character and confidence. she does have different pairs of glasses, as well as a variety of accessories that are already in her possession. wouldn't mind matching socks (even if they're silly, she can defend herself) or jewellery.

very VERY random, i know. maki is a softie deep down, but she doesn't always have time or ideas for dates. if she knows she'll finish a mission early, or has some time before a mission, she'll take you out to some open space nearby and pull out some bread she had prepared. at first, it would be calm, but if you accidentally throw a piece of bread too close to where the two of you are, then all hell breaks loose. weird hc, but i do think she's scared of pigeons, especially ones that aren't wary of humans.

inumaki toge

internet cafes, picnics, lego stores

gamer inumaki will forever be canon in my head. insists for you to pick whatever food you want, and also leaves out the part where he wants you to pay for everything. you may have to put a muzzle on this boy because you are not risking anyone hearing the foul things that could come out of his mouth. absolutely carries you in a game or two and is so proud of it.

i think he likes snacks a lot, so no actual food would be packed except for rice balls (intentional by the way) inumaki loves feeding you and does the pocky game for every single stick in the pack. the two of you may not even speak at all and just enjoy the weather/surroundings. please let him lay his head on your lap, and please play with his hair.

might be reaching a bit but inumaki enjoys silent activities, so building legos with him??? yes. i guarantee you right now that he has at least twenty already completed sets. he'd let you buy any set you want, and the other one you didn't pick but still wanted, he'd buy it for your birthday or any gift giving holiday. may spend his savings on a huge set that would take days to finish.

bonus!!! pranking people in school or even in public, to the point where it may or may not be bordering illegal. messing around with strangers using his cursed speech would be SO funny (until you get caught)

okkotsu yuta

ferris wheels, stargazing, aquariums

yuta's the cutest istg... he prefers calm dates over active ones, and ferris wheels are calm, right? would be afraid of heights, but he'd go if you want to go. he looks visibly shaken when you're nearing closer to the top, so please hold his hand! gets really flustered when he wants to do something cheesy like kissing you when it gets to the tippy top.

yuta really doesn't have that much time on his hands, so sometimes he'd keep himself awake to go on a date that he promised on (that explains the dark circles). if he said he would take you on a date on friday, that means from 00:00 all the way up to 23:59, he HAS to within that time, or that's just breaking a promise. so if it's really late and he can't really take you anywhere, the rooftop of your house, or even the school would suffice. he likes drawing shapes with the stars. it's like cloudgazing, but just harder for you to visualise what he's looking at.

i think he cares for all living things and finds them interesting. his favourite? fishes! he's intrigued by how they technically live in a completely different world to humans, and how differently they function. if there's one of those walkways where the fish tank goes above your head and you can see the fishes swim above you, he'll be standing there for ages just watching. don't let him, because his neck will hurt after. gets really spooked if he sees sharks and they come really close.

kong shiu

late night drives, alleyways, jewellery shopping

your personal chauffeur, but there's no real destination in mind. maybe he'll take you places near the center or just busy overall like yokohama or shibuya so you can see how the buildings light up. shiu doesn't mind blowing off all of his gas so you can enjoy high speed roads with the windows down, and lets you play any music you want at any volume.

for smoking reasons really, but it just feels so intimate in a weird way. maybe it's the small distance between you and him, maybe it's the smell of smoke and how it clouds your vision. if you're not a smoker yourself, he'd buy you something sweet to mellow out his actions affecting you, most likely a lollipop, and makes sure you don't get too close to him.

this guy loves necklaces and rings on you. you get gifted a piece from a luxury brand every year for your birthday, AND your anniversary, AND gift giving holidays. will probably take you once a year to pick out what you'd like your engagement ring to look like, so he can follow the trend in your choices and have one custom made to look perfect. for when he actually proposes to you, of course. shiu may find marriage useless unless it's for tax benefits, but calling you his wife sounds much better than girlfriend. just that little extra reassurance on how he's committed to you.

ino takuma

arcades, skate parks, gyms

he'd try to seem like a cool boyfriend and try to win you something from the claw machines, then continue to mess up ten times in a row. you'd win it for him. play a racing game with him because he'd get so excited! air hockey too. he might let you win though. ino is also comically bad at the basketball games, and every single ball is a miss, and he'd get so sulky if you tease him.

he'd teach you how to skate! or he wants to try learning something new with you. he'd get the two of you a bunch of stickers, paint, markers, anything, so you guys can decorate your boards (or even each others). if he's a good skater, every time he rolls past you, he picks you up in his arms and takes you by surprise.

ino is definitely the type who'd want to impress you. he already is strong, but he'd pull just that little bit of extra weight on dumbells just to make himself seem a little better (please do seem impressed because that makes him very happy). he's the most encouraging spotter ever if you try lifting yourself, and follows you around everywhere you go in the gym. cardio? he'll match your speed. weights? he'll do the set with you at the same time. yoga? um... he'll try his best.

ryomen sukuna

his domain, high points in cities/towns, duck paddle boating

as if he'd take you on actual dates. if he's taking you on a date, it's against your will. will randomly pull you into his domain no matter the situation. sukuna refuses to admit that he just wanted to see or touch you, and dismisses it as the fact that YOU wanted to see HIM. we all know it's the other way around, who is he trying to fool?

you would be in the middle of beauty sleep and all of a sudden you'd wake up on a rooftop or hill. doesn't even elaborate on his reasonings, if he even has any. honestly, the view from so high up is nice, so you can't even be angry. he might threaten to burn everything in view down just to see your reaction. 50/50 chance he'll do it. really depends on where and how important the place is. (100% chance he won't do it if you go out of your way to ask him not to, which is every time) he's just amused, not soft. his words not mine

...i have no words. he swears on everything that he's doing it for you, and that you were the one eyeing the duck boats and telling him they were cute. he looks so out of place that people give him weird looks when he's on it with you. don't let him get pissed off or he can and will kill anyone that even gives a little glance in his direction, animals included (seriously don't let him do this)

choso

parks, art galleries, pottery classes

choso likes kids. not in a weird way, but he likes how they remind him of his younger brothers. if you've got a little brother of your own, he'd love to play with them the whole afternoon and make sure he tries out every single piece of equipment there. would tear up if your little brother calls him 'big bro'. keep him away from slides and swings, because he will get stuck somehow.

he has a weird feeling of connection to every piece of art in an art gallery. he'd walk up to a modern painting of shapes and say "this is so me..." umm, okay? ...it's lines and circles??? it's kinda cute how he feels like he resonates with everything though. analyses each piece like crazy and makes sure that no brush stroke is missed out. at least he's attentive. choso has a strong urge to touch literally everything there, so don't let him walk off and hold his hand the entire time.

wouldn't this just be so cute??? i can't even explain it. just you and choso making matching pots and painting them with the same colours or patterns.... he does mess up a few times here and there and gets really frustrated about it. maybe you'll press both of your fingerprints on the clay so it looks like a heart <3 100% buys you flowers a few days after the class so you can put them inside.

[amphibiahawks321]

Oooh~ can we get more of Female Gojo with Male reader? This time it's Gojo introducing Yuki, Megumi and Nobara to her boyfriend~ or it can be introducing Geto, utahime and Shoko to her boyfriend.

Megumi : .......

Megumi : You have a wha—!!!?!?'

[Nobara and itadori push Megumi's face to the side with their hands]

Nobara : YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND!!!?

Itadori : YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND!!!?

[Megumi moves both of itadori and nobara's hand away from his face]

Megumi : What... Kind... of... INSANE! man would want to date YOU?? Even remotely PUT UP with you??

Fem!Gojo : oh don't be jealous Megumi✨

[Fem!Gojo said sarcastically and starts pinching Megumi's cheek which Megumi slaps her hand away]

Fem!Gojo : is it that hard to accept I've found myself a precious man that I want to show love to every day✨—

Megumi : Yes.... Very.... definitely....

Fem!Gojo : Very Mean....

Nobara : I gotta agree with Megumi WHO??

[Fem!Gojo Gasp dramatically]

Itadori : His a lucky guy to be with you sensei!

Megumi : ......You can't be serious—

[Fem!Gojo immediately push Megumi to the side and starts pointing at itadori]

Fem!Gojo : You see this guy you two? His now my favourite student

Nobara : Oh come on! You know well both of us are telling the truth WHO can even PUT UP with you!—.......Hey where are you going?

Megumi : To the restroom.... I also need some alone time with my thoughts about this information....

[Megumi leaves the three of them with still a shock expression]

Itadori : don't be like that kugisaki you're telling me sensei couldn't find a guy that couldn't put up with her?✨

Nobara : ......

[Nobara stares at Fem!Gojo with an unimpressed expression and sees Fem!Gojo making a silly expression]

Nobara : Yes...

[Meanwhile, Megumi washing his hands]

Megumi : .....

[Megumi's thought 💭]

......is the guy blind? Maybe she paid the guy?

[Megumi about to walk back to them with his eyes close still thinking about the whole thing but bumps into someone]

M!Reader : Oh sorry!

Megumi : No worries, it was kinda my fault for not looking where I was going—

M!Reader : Oh! Aren't you fushiguro?

Megumi : i-Um.. Yeah, how do you know?

M!Reader : I heard much about you!

Megumi : Oh you're a sorcerer too?

M!Reader : Yeah, I've heard about your encounter with sukuna

Megumi : Sighs that I got my ass beat?

M!Reader : Oh don't be like that! I know you're strong but getting defeated by a more powerful foe doesn't make you weak you know

Megumi : Oh... Thanks

[Minutes later, Megumi came back]

Megumi : Sighs even when washing my hands I still can't believe it....

Nobara : You and me both....

Fem!Gojo : Oh! Y/NNNNN! OVER HERE DARLING!

[Megumi thought 💭]

Might as well meet this crazy guy....

M!Reader : Hey everyone!

[Fem!Gojo immediately puts her arms around Y/N]

Fem!Gojo : Told you he was real! Suck on that kugisaki~✨

Nobara : ......💢

Itadori : it's a pleasure meeting you Y/N!

M!Reader : I should be the one saying that!—

[Megumi taps nobara's shoulder]

Nobara : Hm? What?

[Megumi leans into Nobara's ear and starts whispering]

Nobara : .....you already met him?.....his nice?!.....his not an asshole?!.....

M!Reader : You're probably nobara correct?

Nobara : Oh.. Yep!

M!Reader : i've heard much about you!

Nobara : who hasn't?✨

[Nobara said dramatically making Megumi let out a sigh and facepalm]

M!Reader : I've heard about your bravery and wild attitude! Love that about you!

Nobara : Woah... Thanks–

M!Reader : I've heard about your technique too, interesting yet very unique!

Nobara : .......

[Nobara points at Y/N and glance at Megumi with a shock expression]

Nobara : This guy....

[Megumi nods with also a shock expression]

M!Reader : I see we already met Megumi

Megumi : Ahem yes... We have, I'm... Surprised—

Nobara : She didn't pay you to do this right?

M!Reader : yeah I kinda figured you guys would ask me that....

[Fem!Gojo hugs Y/N from behind]

Fem!Gojo : what's so hard to understand~?

Megumi : ......One is nice and the other One is.... You.....

Fem!Gojo : You're always so mean Megumi....

Megumi : With the amount of mean teasing she does to us how does it work for you?

M!Reader : Imagine all of the mean teasing things she does to all you three but to me she does it Romantically....

Nobara : .....

Itadori : .....

Megumi : .....I think that's worse

Itadori : So what does sensei like to do when it comes to showing affection?

M!Reader : She has a bad habit of picking me up and carrying me....

Fem!Gojo : like right now~?✨

M!Reader : Wha—!?

[Fem!Gojo starts carrying Y/N's bridal style]

M!Reader blushing : Are you crazy!?

Fem!Gojo : For you i am~✨

[kel-lance]

JJK Mafia Au (JJK x Reader) PART 1

Warnings:

- TW: Dead dove dont read (DDDR) Minors do not interact (MDNI): SA, Physical Assault, DubCon, NonCon, Mindbreak, Public Humiliation, Breeding, Ownership, Gaslighting, Multiple manipulation, RWORD, PTSD, a lot more toxic sh.

Premise:

Reader lives in a city where the two biggest gangs keep things line until the third gang showed up. That had nothing to do with you though, until dumb luck just happened to favor you one day. Basically You’re picked up and used by every dangerous criminal within the clans due to some alliances they had to create due to some members messing up the previous alliances. ((Almost everyone’s gonna have a turn 🤗)) ( i have 12 chapters planned out right now meaning after i write those ill still be writing more.)

Ch/gang guide: so basically in like 2026

You - 27

Rika: 25

Roymen: Zenin: Gojo:

- SUKUNA (39), TOJI (47), GOJO (37),

- Yuuji (24), Megumi (24), Utahime (39),

- Choso (30), Maki (25), Shoko (39),

- Kamo (27), Mai (25), Ijichii (35),

- Todo (27), Momo (26), Nanami (36),

- Yuki (34), Nobara (24), Yuta (25),

- Geto (36), Panda (25) Hakari (27),

- Mimiko (22), Miwa (26), Kirara (27),

- Nanako (22) Toge (26), Kokichi (25),

“No way I’m sleeping for dinner tonight.” You stuffed your hair in a beanie and threw your hood over your eyes. Your smaller frame makes you easier to be dismissed as teenager, people just thinking you’re just an emo on their occasional stroll through the city, it was the perfect excuse they made up for you. Running into them, “stupid brat”, or just swiftly taking something passing it off as youre asking for directions. That was when you were just practicing; right now, you had to use those skills again. The bustling city really tones itself down when the third clan moved in.

No one knows where they came from, but they’re worse than the Zenin Gang. The Gojo Gang was supposed to be there to even them out but with the Ryomen gang, everyone was so scare of them that half the population started to stay inside, that’s what it seemed.

“Lucky.” Some dumbass just entered your alley to take a phone call. Knowing your size you’d be apprehended immediately, but if it’s one person, you could quickly snatch something and you’d be living like a king once again (until the next poor soul comes across your path.) You just didn’t find the use in a job, being stuck in this world that would use you just for being born, you wanted to prove it wrong.

You toss your trash and start walking towards this figure, making it seem like you were just passing them. They ignore you and you smile because this is the perfect time to “Oof!”

You smack into the man in the alley and you get knocked on your ass. The man stands tall and barely moves. ���Call me back in 5 minutes.”

The man hangs up his phone and looks down at you. “All this space in this alley and you run into me? Really? You don’t think it’s obvious what you’re trying to do kid?”

You’ve never had a confrontation like this before. What the hell, how did he stand so still, it was like running into a wall. “He’s got me figured out, guess i’ll just return his wallet while he still thinks i’m a kid.”

You reach into your jacket and he grabs your arm. “Are you trying to retrurn this to me?” He pulls out his wallet, you thought you grabbed that? Did he take it back at the last second? Did you never take it? “Or are you finding a weapon. Do you need it that badly that you’ll go up against me?”

“I don’t know you.” You answer. You want to run away but he couches down to you, making you face him. “I don’t blame you.” He grabs at your hat and hood, taking them off, along with your giant jacket.

“Oh? I wouldn’t have noticed you were a bitch.” He was being rough, or maybe it was gentle for him, but this was fucked, you had to leave, now. You try to get up but he grabs your shoulder, keeping you down with him.

“What do you want? Jut let me go.” He’s gotta have other plans if he didn’t want to be bothered.

He laughs like that was funny. “Let you go? You knocked into /me/. It was your whole idea to get involved.”

You didn’t know what do to, he was making shit up now. He tried to lean close but you moved back. I like that. He moves in again and you grit your teeth and try to hit him. He punches you in the stomach so hard you stop breathing for a second. It was awful, god what the fuck was he gonna kill you? That’s too far for stealing a wallet.

“Remember what Ive been saying?”

You heave over yourself.

“I’ll just train you better, your reaction is quite nice.“

His phone rings as you try to collect yourself.You could barely move, much less drag yourself to sit up against the wall. Every breath of life was agonizing.

“Yeah, perfect timing, yeah I was just teaching this bitch a lesson. Tried to steal my wallet just now. Ballsy.” He says while looking down at you.

Holy fucking shit you were in fear. Your legs couldn’t move if you tried. You just knew he was dangerous if this was normal for him.

You shrink down yourself down to minimize the pain barely anything came up but still you were heaving.

He comes over and stomps on you while listening in on the phone. His large boot putting pressure between your legs.

Were you enjoying this? The strange man just won’t stop grinding himself in the right spot, the pain subsided and you looked like a breathless messy pervert on the street.

“Hey are you paying attention?!” The person on the phone almost yelled out.

“Ill call you back.”

He stopped the pressure when you started to squirm and humor yourself into his boot. He lifts you up in with one arm.

He looks at you with cold eyes. “You’re fucked up.”

“You-you” You breathed through hungry breaths.

“Wow, okay.” He rolls his eyes and grabs at you. “Lets see if you can handle me then.”

“That’s not what i meant!” You tried to back yourself away from him when he grabs at your face and wipes it off, looking around for something. There’s a corner past the other end of the alley, and he drags you there, bending you over the wall.

“Is this all you want?” You spit out.

“You’re so nonchalant about this.”

“Being out here this long, it’s bound to happen.” Life on the street, this is the reason why you had to cover up you were a woman. It didn’t help that you looked smaller, easier if anything. It wasn’t anything new for survival.

“They told me I was great, couldn’t even last 2 minutes.“

“Then you shouldn’t be worried” He whips it out.

Your stomach dropped. “What the fuck wait-“

He spits on his tip only and angles it down, centering where your cervix may be. He thrusts in, tearing your walls apart, you scream out loud and he punches you in the back of the head, almost making you black out for a second.

“Shhhh oooh wow you are great,” He grunts as you still find space for him. “But can you survive me?”

Your head hurt, your legs hurt, you can’t do much but go limp and bear it. He was ruining you. His dick make your legs go numb, they just hit you so hard deep inside that you feel the shock in your face and toes with each assault.

All you could do was manage your breathing through this, holy shit this was something else. He grabs your neck with his forearm, choking you while pulling him closer to him, going even deeper, making you cry.

“Aw does this hurt?” He whispers in your ear.

“F-Fuck you.”

He chuckled. “You started squeezing me each time you hear my voice, are you that easy to train?”

You let out another cry and hit the wall with your fist, trying to redirect some of the pain. He stays in you and grinds into you, he’s just trying to make u cum to humiliate you.

He reaches around and kisses at your neck and drops you up and down on him. The rhythm is making you go insane and it feels like he has so many hands with he way he keeps everywhere occupied.

You cum so hard you actually squirt, wait did you? You’ve never done that before so truthfully it was as embarrassing as it was shocking. You couldn’t stop shaking from your core.

“Jesus, I’m gonna need new pants.” You cling to the wall, face tingling, you couldn’t even try out your legs, it was out of the question. You let yourself start to feel, shaking as a wave of emotions creep toward you as you hoped to be left alone in the alley, but he surprises you. “C’mon we’re going home.”

He grabs at you, picking your tired, half naked body up. You wanted to thrash and be freed, but if you risk kicking at his head, you might as well be begging to eat the curb. Before you know it you’re stuffed into a tinted out car in the barren street.

Avoiding eye contact, you sat still in the middle of the packed car. One of them had the decency to give you their jacket to cover yourself up with, but you couldn’t stop the smell, you smelled like and looked like sex. You were just happy it was over, though haven’t you heard this before, ‘Never let them bring you to a second location?” You were about to freak out again until the person next to you grabbed your arms and blindfolded you.

—————-

They drag you out the car and have you follow them for what felt like the longest few minutes of your life. You find your senses quickly, the blindfold was taken off and you were somewhat free again. “Here.” Your escorts pushed you into the room.

You’ve been brought to where it looked like these two girls were waiting to clean you up. Without saying much, they get to work.

At it for a good half hour, most of your injuries were treated. They keep you awake in case you have a concussion.

“You two leave.” Your captor entered the room.

“But her head-“

“I was the one who gave her the injury, I know how hard I hit her. Now leave before I decide to cut alliances with your father, and take you two along with this pitiful bitch.”

The girls hold their breath and take nothing with them, leaving you two alone. When you’re not in a u Jed away spot in the street together, he actually started to look larger by comparison. Do you really think you could’ve taken him on?

What was there to say? What was he going to do to you? Did that matter anymore? You hold onto your belly, tracing over the bruises he left, not being able to stomach another hit from him in your current condition. The large man walks over to your bed.

Towering over you, admiring his work, “I came back only because you didn’t satisfy me. I mean I make you a squirting mess and you mess up my pants? That doesn’t sound fair does it?”

“Who are you?” You don’t dare to move or the ache will start again. “How do you have all this power?”

He sounded amused. “You still haven’t figured it out yet? Or did I hit you too hard.” He flicks your forehead.

“Seriously!”

You’re sure of it, there’s no way someone like you would’ve ever met anyone from the top 3. You had no business with them, you stayed out of their business and locations. “My name is Sukuna.”

As the thoughts crossed your mind, he takes ur blanket off and sees you all cleaned up, of course, still bruised and swollen from just before.

Tearing off the blanket, immediately ripping apart the robes and cloths that covered you, he exposes you and keeps your legs spread. No warning, he just dives right in. You’re taken aback by the sudden collision. His tongue dances around your sex before he starts lapping you up. His flattened tongue grazing your clit then sucking at it had your whole body reacting.

He picked your legs up to get a better angle. His hot mouth felt like it was melting into you. It wasn’t long before he brought you to orgasm again, but just with his mouth. It wasn’t enough for him, he needed more.

Stuffing a few fingers into you, he doesn’t stop and continues working on your clit with his tongue again. Barely giving you time to recover from the sensitivity, you jolted more as he picked up his pacing, barely able to hold back screams.

Riding out your second orgasm into his hand, he looks down amused. “I needed to relieved some stress today, maybe the gods are finally listening to me. But was it luck? Fate? Hm…”

What is he talking about, weren’t you the one with semi brain damage?

The high leaves your body, though you could still feel it in you face. Sukuna takes his digits out of you and picks you up by the face. His other hand unsheatheding himself from his robes.

His erection was terrifying. Seeing it again made your body ache and you were screaming, at least you would if you found the strength but it was beat out of you, before, and now.

You couldnt stand for a second you thought his scar and tattooed decorated body was beautiful. That jawline, his dark features softened by his pink hair, and this distinguishing look in his eyes. Though cruel and harsh, scary like him, there was something else there. Not that you had time to look.

His cruelty brings you back. Shoving you full of his cock, rutting his hips in deeper every chance you think he’s done, he digs deeper. As he sits upright, he has gravity do most of the work. Putting his hands on the small of your back, using that to push you down further onto him. You were getting uncomfortable with this cock warming.

He was just digging holes into you now. Almost bored, watching your legs cringe at every grind. Your face contorting with pain and relief from moves only he’ll allow. He’s enjoying himself enough to almost forget that this was just a pit stop.

“Make me cum and I’ll go.” He says.

Through the pain, unable to ignore him, you ask, “What?”

“You heard me. If I’m late I can just skip my meetings and punish you for the rest of the day.” He threatened.

You pick yourself up with your thighs on top of his, the adjustment made it feel bigger, you were uncomfortable but you knew that it would be tighter from this angle. You’re trembling as your arms are weak yet they were pushing your body up onto his.

He looks down a bit amused. “Do you need some help?” Without waiting he puts his hands under your arms and pick you up, finally angling it right and dropping you down, his head hitting into your cervix.

“Mmm- Ahhh!” Youd cry out, wrapping your arms around his neck to better manage your weight. If you let go he’d break you, you held yourself up as much as you could but Sukuna doesn’t really like a clingy partner. He rips one arm off his neck and uses that hold to maneuver you above him.

“Hhhh! Hhhhahh….” Your short screams had become gasps and sighs, getting sweeter as he kept a rhythm. He grabs at your neck and face, pushing you to face him and you just kiss him violently back.

Pushing your chest onto his, feeling his blood rush as you can only manage to smother his face with sloppy kisses.

With this, he takes that as the go to and puts you back on your back, bending your knees up and makes your face go numb. Without a warning he slaps you so hard you almost rag doll. He laughs at you again, and pulls out, making a sloshing sound.

Almost embarrassed because of the noises you were making without him, he flips you over and shoves your face into the pillow. He slaps you ass hard, your scream silences as he pushes you further in the bed with his dick. He doesn’t stop, this feeling was deeper than you felt before, it was breaking you now.

“What’s my name bitch?” He’s gasping out.

“SUK-“ He slaps your ass. “SUH aH-“ He grabs stir, not letting you finish as he starts to relentlessly buck into you. “AHHH! SUKUNA!” You cry.

The pain and numbness; pleasure and confusion were all messing with your senses. Your cries were like melody to his ears, so much so he decided to choke you from behind. Your gasps and pathetic grunts desperately trying to get your brain some air, it drove him crazy.

He growls and grinds into you as he lays all his weight on you, like he claimed ownership. He’s so deep in you you couldn’t breathe and now you could feel it. He was twitching inside you, and something hot was spreading from inside. This was insane, with the weight, the asphyxiation, it was so much and oh-

Your body tensed up, toes curled and your fingers clenching onto whatever sheets and skin you could find at the moment. He dug his head and bit into your sweet spot. Sukuna’s arm that grabbed your neck, traveled to your womb, lifting you further into him as you came onto his still twitching cock.

“You didn’t do much this time,” He holds you on top of him still as he skewers through you, “but I can forgive you. Rest.” Sukuna stands up and lets you slip off of him, back into the bed weak as ever. He puts his robe back on and looks down at you from the bed. You couldn’t care, you’re just tired from the most unexpected few hours you’ve ever lived through. It wasn’t so much crazy as it was weird.

Dusting himself off, fixing the details of his new outfit, he stands up to leave. You watch as he carries himself with such a highly regard, you can’t help but rethink his status. He opens the door, to your surprise he speaks to someone.

“I told you I wouldn’t need long.” He says to the people outside. Were they there the whole time? What the hell was going on anymore. Was life as you knew it over? If you weren’t already, you were SO fucked.

“When the girls are done shopping tell them to clean her up, again.”

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I hope this is good I’ll prob reread it and rewrite it but here take it TAKE IT// I’ll be working on movie night w the boys next 😈

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SFW

How They Take Care Of You When You're Sick-Gojo, Geto, Nanami

When Your Baby-Gojo, Toji, Choso (Nanami, Geto)

When You Fall Asleep Waiting For Their Return-Gojo, Toji, Choso (Geto, Sukuna, Nanami, Megumi, Yuta, Yuji)

When You Say "Let's Make Out"-Gojo, Toji, Choso (Geto, Sukuna, Nanami, Megumi, Yuji, Yuta)

When You Slap His Ass-Gojo, Toji, Choso (Geto, Sukuna, Nanami, Megumi, Yuji, Yuta)

How They Grieve After Losing You-Gojo, Nanami

NOTHING BAD EVER HAPPENED

When He Meets His Future Kids With You-Gojo, Toji, Choso (Geto, Sukuna, Nanami, Megumi, Yuji, Yuta, Inumaki)

When You Wipe Off His Kiss-Gojo, Toji, Choso (Geto, Sukuna, Nanami, Megumi, Yuji, Yuta)

Oh God! It's Walking?! (Baby's First Steps)-Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Sukuna

How Neglectful-Gojo, Toji, Nanami, Geto, Yuji, Megumi (SMAU)

'We' Broke The Microwave-Itafushi, no reader

Incorrect Quotes

Hurt/Near Death Reader-Gojo, Megumi

Random Things They Do-Gojo , Geto , yuji , megumi , inumaki

What Is Y/n For You?-Gojo, Nanami, Itadori, Megumi, Inumaki, Choso, Suguru and Sukuna

Strawberry Scented Kisses-Ryōmen Sukuna, Satoru Gojō, Chōsō Kamo

S/O Who's In A Coma- Gojo, Megumi, Yuji

Foreign Reader- Gojo, Toji (Nanami, Geto)

Sleeping On Them- Gojo, Yuta, Geto, Yuji, Megumi

How They Love You-Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Megumi, Yuji

How They Show Their Love For You

Moments With Your Pregnant Belly- Gojo, Toji (Nanami, Geto)

NSFW

Random SatoSugu (No Reader)

Loving You Right-Toji, Choso

You're Too Tight-Gojo, Toji, Choso

Drink Me-Gojo, Choso

Punishing Gojo using Geto

Geto and Gojo Getting Pegged

Big Dick Energy-Gojo, Toji, Choso

The Pornstar Dream-Gojo, Toji, Choso

Big Boys-Toji, Nanami

Bred By Dawn-Toji, Choso

That's So Unprofessional-Gojo, Toji

I Love When You Get Freaky On Camera-Gojo, Toji

As Pervy Mall Santas-Gojo, Toji, Choso

Too Sweet-Gojo, Toji, Choso

He Moans Like Such A Slut-Gojo, Toji, Choso

Whisper Game (Lightly NSFW)-Gojo, Toji, Choso

Quad Relationship with Gojo, Geto, & Choso

Crown Jewels-Toji, Choso

Throuple With SatoSugu

Who Fucks You Better (Toji and Gojo) Part 1, Part 2

Roommates Series Masterlist-Satoru, Suguru, & Toji

-Triple Penetration

-Fooling Around In The Car

-Mind Break

No Nut November-Nanami, Sukuna, Choso

Public Sex-Gojo, Toji, Geto, Nanami

How They Go Down On You-Toji, Choso

Daddy-Nanami, Geto, Toji

Aftercare-Gojo, Toji, Choso (Nanami, Geto)

Twenty Four Seven-Gojo, Toji, Choso

Cockwarming Them-Gojo, Toji, Choso

Three's a Crowd-Professors Satoru & Suguru

Just the Tip-Gojo, Toji (Nanami, Geto)

Monster Cocks-Incubus Satoru & Suguru and Vampire Toji & Shiu

Who's Your Daddy?-Gojo, Toji

Sukuna/Toji/Gojo/Geto foursome

Double Teaming You-Toji & Shiu, Suguru & Satoru

Being Your Bullies-Geto & Gojo

Taking Turns With You-Geto & Gojo

SMAU Sending nudes-Gojo, Geto, Nanami and Yuki

Breeding, The Solution To Jealousy-Gojo, Toji

Just The Tip, Baby-Gojo, Toji

Do It Right-SatoSugu

Threesome-SatoSugu

P Power-Satoru & Suguru

She Can't Come To The Phone Right Now-Gojo, Geto, Sukuna

Your Top Lifts While You Sleep-Gojo, Choso

Are the JJK men into their nipples being played with?-Gojo, Toji, Choso (Geto, Nanami)

Which Of Them Whimper-Gojo, Choso, Yuta

Oh! So You're Into Older Men?-Gojo, Toji (Geto, Nanami)

First Time Hitting It Raw-Gojo, Toji

The Perfect Little Housewife-Poly SatoSugu

Rate My Professor-Gojo & Geto

Thrill(h)er-SatoSugu x Reader

Step Dad!Gojo & Geto

Sending Voicemails While Jerking Off-Gojo, Toji (Nanami, Yuta, Geto)

Prettiest When Overstimmed-Gojo, Geto, Yuta, Megumi, Inumaki

Finding Your Spot-Gojo, Toji (Geto, Nanami, Yuta)

Sending Videos While Masturbating-Gojo, Toji (Geto, Megumi, Yuta)

Overstim Kink-Gojo, Toji, Sukuna, Geto, Nanami

See Their Cum Spilling Out-Gojo, Toji (MANY others)

Quiet In Class, Please-Gojo, Toji (Nanami, Geto, Sukuna)

When You Have Make Up Sex-Gojo, Toji, Nanami

Honeymoon Sex-Gojo, Geto

What Gets Them Hard-Gojo, Toji, Choso

Soft Doms-Gojo, Toji, Nanami

Thinking About...

How JJK Men Eat Pussy 2.0-Satoru, Suguru, Nanami, Toji, Sukuna, Yuta, Itadori, Megumi

Breathless-Gojo, Toji, Yuji, Yuta

Date Night-Gojo, Toji

Think I Need Someone Older-(professor) Toji, Nanami, Geto

Passing Out In The Middle Of Sex-Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Sukuna, Choso

JJK Characters Fav Positions (SFW and NSFW)

Birthday Girl-Gojo, Toji (Geto, Nanami)

It's Raining Milk- Gojo, Toji (Geto, Nanami, Sukuna)

Pervy Things They Do-Gojo, Toji (Nanami, Geto)

[slut4sugu]

❝DOPE AND DIAMONDS ! ❞

! 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ [ ft! ] geto suguru x black!femreader ! 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ [ content warnings ! ] college!au, black!fem reader, mentions of weed, plug!geto, mutual pining, reader has an earthy aesthetic

PLUG!GETO who saw you leaning against a wall sipping on something in a red solo cup, with a long pink ruffled skirt resting low in your hips. Accompanied by a a white lettuce long sleeve crop top, which complimented your ebony skin. That glowed as you effortlessly captivated everyone who met your gaze. “You’re staringggg suguruuuu, she’s hot but you migh scare her off like that.” “she doesn’t look like one to be scared easily, if she was do you think I’d be interested?”

PLUG!GETO who made his way over to you at the bar after you had ordered another drink, “You seem quite bored here despite looking stunning for a college party.” The deep yet gentle voice caught you off guard, looking over to your left side you saw him. Long dark hair, half lidded eyes, a gentle smile graced on his handsome features. The faint smell of weed and cologne made your heart flutter. “Well I like dolling myself up from time to time even if the place I’m going to isn’t worth my presence.”

PLUG!GETO who let out an airy laugh at this, “really then? Well do you wanna get out of here?” Your interested peaked in this guy, his calm reassuring voice, and his alluring aura was strangely comforting. Unlike many other guys who had attempted to hit on you, “maybe, what’s your name stranger?” You asked with a slightly flirtatious tone, as a smile tugged at the corners of your lips. “Suguru geto.”

PLUG!GETO who led you to his dorm, which was nice and clean • before shutting the door behind him and calmly asking you if you smoked weed and told you it was more than okay if you didn’t. but when you did the slight smirk that crept into his face was so attractive. “Wanna try something pretty?”

PLUG!GETO who helped you through your coughing fit after your took a hit • rubbing your back in small circles “this isn’t normal stuff yknow, are you sure you can handle it pretty?” You hummed in response, as you leaned on his shoulder. Feeling small next to him as you felt his eyes scan you over, your pretty knitted top exposing the top of your breasts which looked so delicious. The sweet and natural smell of shea butter and strawberries on your skin was intoxicating, you were a dangerous thing. It would be so easy to take you like this, to hear your pretty voice moan out in pleasure as he sucked and nibbled on your nipples- “what made you wanna come talk to me?” You asked in a soft voice as you sat up, squeezing your thighs together underneath your skirt. Looking up at him with those big pretty brown doe eyes was unfair. “To be honest—“ he ran this thumb across your bottom lip “—I thought you were too pretty to be left alone.” His low eyes locked down on yours, you felt the atmosphere grow thick as your heart thumped in your chest. You felt everything slow and your body grow warm, eyes flickered from his lips back up to his pretty eyes. “Really? I think you’re pretty too.” You slurred, before closing the gap between you two.

PLUG!GETO who was surprised that you made the first move • he was normally used to girls wanting him to be the dominant one and take the lead, which wasn’t a problem but it was a bit boring. You however weren’t in the slightest, everything about you had geto wanting to know more. The weed in his system started to take effect right after you kissed him, almost as if your kisses were acting as a drug.

PLUG!GETO who was shocked that a groan almost left his lips • who was shocked that a groan almost left his lips when you pulled back from the heated make out session to answer your ringing phone. The feeling of your soft lips mashed into his was almost euphoric? He blamed it on he drugs for the moment but seeing your pink tinted lipgloss ruined was adorable. “Sorry, it’s yuki. She’s prolly too drunk to think Straight and i gotta order a her ride back to her boyfriends place.” You explained to Geto, who for some reason couldn’t get enough of your sweet voice talking to him so softly. “Alright, I’ll come with you. Satoru most likely had more than enough drinks tonight as well.”

PLUG!GETO who walked you out of his dorm and back to the party downstairs • watching how your hips would sway when you walk, your pretty curled micro braids styled in a two low buns, you were enchanting. How had he not noticed you before? As you opened the doors to the vacant longue where the party was being held you saw yuki chugging a whiskey a booth bottle. “Oh my god- Yuki what the hell?” You quickly said sorry and excused yourself from geto before swiping the bottle from your friends hand and setting it on the nearby bar table. “I’m gonna ban you from going to parties if you keep getting hammered like this.” You scolded her, who whined and groaned at your lecture. “You’re such a mommmm.”

PLUG!GETO who was amused to see you be so caring and motherly around your friends • as he saw you pull out your phone to order your friend an Uber, you heard his voice say, “I’ll order the Uber, something tells me you’ve done this before.” As you turn to look to your right, you saw geto look at you with a small sincere smile and it made your heart flutter. So you smiles back, “thank you..suguru.” Your eyes flickered from his lips briefly to his eyes, “Of course, now..do you still plan on staying a bit longer?

[epickiya722]

Just a thought!

So sitting here wondering how Kenjaku even got involved with Jin and everything.

Like, either Kenjaku just so happen to be interested in Kaori because of her technique and was lucky enough she was Jin's partner.

Or Kenjaku could have been tracking Sukuna's twin's reincarnation down, found Jin and decided to take over Kaori's body to pose as his spouse and was lucky enough she also possessed a technique.

I'll be honest, that second one confuses me a little because how do you track a damn soul down? What I can see is Kenjaku seeing Jin one day and realized how similar he looks like Sukuna and thought "those genes could work". (It would be so funny if Kenjaku actually had no clue who Jin really was and decided he was perfect because of how he looked.)

Now those are the only two scenarios I came up with but then I thought back to that first one.

What if Kenjaku's target wasn't Jin, but Kaori first?

Hear me out!

She had a technique Kenjaku could use, right? Seen it been used twice in the story. Faking the Prison Realm dropping to get Mahito and the others moving away so Kenjaku could go on to do whatever and fighting against Choso and Yuki .

It's a useful technique.

Just like Geto's! Kenjaku didn't just take over Geto's body because he was Gojo's (who Kenjaku wanted to seal away) closest person. He just so happen to be close to Gojo, but Kenjaku really wanted that Curse Manipulation.

(Here's the thing, it's not like Kenjaku could have actually made Geto and Gojo get that close now. That they did on their own. Kenjaku got lucky with that.)

What if that was the case for Kaori? Kenjaku was watching her this whole time because of her Anti-Gravity technique and it just so happen that she was to be Jin's partner?

(Kenjaku is a calculating, manipulative individual, but sometimes, again, it does feel like Kenjaku is just lucky at times.)

Better yet... this is going to sound crazy... but what if she happen to be related, at least, distantly to Kenjaku's previous vessels?

Just what I think, but given Kenjaku's history with the Gojo family, I doubt that's the only family Kenjaku kept tabs on. What if this vessel here...

... had been Kaori's ancestor? What if this vessel was a Kamo? Or someone who is a ancestor to both the Kamo family and whatever other family Kaori came from?

I bet you're thinking "Well, Kaori doesn't have Blood Manipulation".

Yes, but even being in the same family there will be different techniques.

In the Zenin family, Megumi has a different technique from Mai, Naobito, Naoya and other family members.

Gojo and Yuta are distantly related and they have different techniques.

So it's not really a far fetched idea. Have you seen Yuji's family tree?!

What I'm pretty much saying is that what if Kenjaku was keeping tabs on Kaori and her family this whole time? Possessing whatever member's body that seemed useful? Then Kaori came around and Kenjaku already planned to possess her body because of her technique but was lucky enough that she was Jin's wife?

Thinking about it, we know Sukuna figured out that Yuji's father is his twin reincarnated but... was it ever really explicitly stated Kenjaku knew?

Again, what if Kenjaku was just lucky enough that Kaori was Jin's wife but the original plan was to possess her body for her technique?

We don't know anything about the original Kaori, but I bet she has an interesting past. A past that was interesting enough to catch Kenjaku's eye. Whether it be who she is related to or just who she was as a person.

[damn-stark]

Chapter 41 Thus with a kiss I die

Chapter 41 of Sugar

A/N- No surprises by Radiohead, you won’t thank me later but it fits this chapter!!!!

Warning- Swearing, ANGST!!!, death, flashback, SPOILERS!!!! long chapter!

Pairing- Choso x Gojo!fem-reader, Suguru Geto x Gojo!fem-reader

Episode and or chapters- Chapter 259

(Let me know if you want to be tagged)

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*SOMETIME AGO*

“Blood manipulation training day 1,” you talk to the camera and back up to show Itadori, Kamo, and Choso training, but first you pamper yourself and smile at the camera before stepping away to let the others get in view.

“What are you doing?” Kamo asks right as he spots the camera across the mat.

The three of you look at him and you glance at the camera as if it isn’t obvious before looking back at him and explaining. “Recording today's training? It’s good to record some part of it and go back to see what you did wrong. Aoi and I would do that when Yuki trained us. It’s,” you snort and shake your head. “It’s a pretty good idea. We have a lot of funny reels—”

“Fine.”

You pout at the boy's interruption and sit down on one of the benches to watch the blood manipulators at work.

Honestly, you wouldn’t have come but Choso insisted because he wanted to show you how he taught his brother.

“Hm…the trick to convergence,” Choso muses as he rubs his chin in a very smug manner.

“It looks like I’ll be doing switch training with Okkotsu, and Kusakabe,” Itadori says. “So I’ll need to work on blood manipulation the hard way. And we only have one month. Gimme every piece of advice ya got!”

“Through blood and tears,” you interject quietly as you think of a funny pun, and end up catching the attention of all three men.

“Oh,” Yuji feigns a laugh, whilst Kamo looks at you unamused, and Choso rubs his chin and squints at you.

“You’ll just need to learn through blood and tears Itadori,” you repeat louder and a lot more smug because you could think of something you deem funny.

“Literally,” he feigns another laugh and this time Choso finally snorts and chuckles, making you smile wider.

“Good one,” he points at you. “I like that one.”

You shrug smugly and cross one leg over there. “Now why don’t you show me what you got baby.”

Choso’s cheeks grow a shade of pink but he doesn’t falter this time, not in front of his brother.

“Well, convergence,” he turns and swings his arm. “It’s kinda like this…” he pauses and swings to the other side. “Then like that…then a lil’…”

Oh, what a sweet man. As good of a brother as he is, he doesn't really know how to teach does he?

“Seriously dude?!” Itadori remarks.

Then again maybe it’s the student as well.

“Cho!” You call him out, and he peers back to listen. “Why don’t you show him that blood armor thing?!” You suggest so he could take off his vest and his shirt.

“Well,” he finally tells you smugly without breaking into timidness. “Maybe…”

“He’s not ready,” Kamo cuts him off and faces Itadori. “Think of bathing in hot water. You can feel the heat encompassing your entire body. In that same way, you can expand your blood vessels, creating a vague outline of your body. That’s the basic foundation of blood manipulation. ”

Hm simple enough. A lot more helpful than Choso's way of teaching.

“Like when you piss yourself?” Itadori surprises you by blurting, which shouldn't be surprising, he has this goofy sense of humor, but still, ew.

“Uh, whatever works,” Kamo mutters with the same disgust you feel.

“Convergence is a technique that compresses your blood,” Kamo continues sharing with Itadori. “Meaning we can use a sponge or paper- anything that can be crumpled in your hand easily—To help with imagining it’s a similar feeling, cans or clay work too.” He motions with his hand, making Itafori nod in comprehension before turning to face his older brother.

“Choso,” he says. “This is what it means to teach someone.”

You look over at your boyfriend and can’t help but smile and grin even brighter when he starts to point at himself. “Supernova! Ask me about Supernova!”

“For starters,” Kamo counters quite respectfully. “We don’t have time to make blood manipulation a potent weapon for Itadori. It’ll be better for him to get the basics of stitching and stopping blood down.”

“Hmph,” Choso huffs in defeat and with a hanging pout that makes you walk over behind him to probe.

“I would like to know about Supernova.”

Choso slumps down and mutters in defeat. “You can’t even use blood manipulation.”

You push away from him and sit back down with the same pout he just used when he got rejected for teaching.

So much for tagging along!

Nevertheless amidst your growing boredom as you listen to Kamo, your phone rings, and when you check, it’s none other than your business partner, Kong.

“Oh, well what a welcoming surprise,” you greet the man smoothly. “Kong. Honey.”

At the sound of the man’s name Choso slowly sits up straight after being brushed aside to be replaced by the better teacher.

“Geto,” Kong greets quite irritatedly.

You sigh and sit back. “Can we make this quick, I’m in the middle of something.”

“Fine, get this man to stop following me. I gave you everything you needed. You found Geto, leave me alone,” he says rather brashly, which is not to your liking.

“Oh? Well fine,” you feign reassurance but then lean forward and actually click your tongue and inhale deeply as you prepare to bring something up. “But lately there’s been this…well, how can I put this…rat running around in my business…and you know if you don’t kill them they just fester and then it’s hard getting rid of them. What should I do?” You ask casually and glance at your nails.

Kong doesn’t miss what you’re insinuating with that clever choice of words so he sighs deeply and quickly argues. “I gave you everything you have. It’s all mine.”

You sit up and laugh, genuinely laugh, making his breath falter.

“You believe that?” You ask quietly in a voice that makes chills run down Choso’s spine.

“I know it,” Kamo claims confidently.

You feign a smile and remark sweetly. “Your business would’ve been nothing without me. I made it what it is, it’s mine, but because you did lend me a hand in starting it, I’ll give you a second chance. Or else I’ll call the exterminator, it’s not impossible to get rid of rats. Good day, Kong.”

You end the call and put your phone away before sitting up and swinging one leg over the other to continue watching the teaching going on in front of you.

“You know…” Choso trails on. “I could show you piercing blood. It’s pretty simple.”

You blink and look over at him, feeling your whole body ease at the mere sight of those rich brown eyes and that sweet smile. And after seeing him get turned down for teaching after being so excited and talking your ear off about all the things he’d teach Yuji, how can you turn him down?

“All right,” you give in and jump to your feet.

Choso follows you up and slips behind you to slip his hands under your elbows and push your arms out, making you smirk mischievously and bat your lashes before peering over at him.

Choso sees that smirk playing on your lips and swallows thickly before looking at your hands. “Focus,” he scolds you softly since he’s fighting the temptation of your soft lips calling his own to you.

“Okay then tell me.”

“Well,” He goes on and slithers his hands down your arms to grasp the back of your hands and push them together.

“It usually, you know, runs up to my fingers and I shoot. And that happens by bringing up all the blood to my hands and shooting at my target,” he says with growing excitement that makes you genuinely smile and just watch how his pupils glimmer. “I usually feel the heat and a…blood orb collects in between my palms before I shoot it. Which is similar to fire, hm?”

You summon fire to your palms, feeling the heat of the flames run through your veins before they glow under your fingertips. You don’t intend to shoot so you can keep the fire inside so as to not make a mess and disrupt the other learning opportunity happening across from you, but you give Choso your answer.

“Hm,” you hum in agreement and turn your head slightly to meet his gaze, feeling his burning desire under his inventive gaze, and his hot passion on your hips as he gently squeezes them.

“Your stance matters,” he speaks quietly but in an enticing way. “Your footing on the ground must be strong.” He says and glances at your lips, making you feel his blood rushing down to his member between his legs since he presses himself close to your back.

“What else?” You purr and bat your lashes, making him part his lips and breathe in but not mutter anything, you leave him at a loss for words over such simple gestures.

But he also burns you up with his intoxicating smell engulfing your sense of smell, those soft pink lips grazing the side of your ear, his hot breath unfurling over your cheekbone, and that sexy look in those beautiful rich eyes.

He’s such a distraction as he stands so close and that’s a mistake because before you know it, fire shoots out of your hands pointed ahead. When you feel it slip out of your fingers it’s already flying right in between Kamo and Itadori, and hitting the wall, completely missing them by mere inches.

“Oh,” you gasp and cover your mouth.

Choso steps back and looks at the burning hole you made and then looks at the shocked faces of his brother and very distant relative.

“I’m sorry,” you quickly say apologetically as you clutch onto your chest. “I’m…” you trail off and glance over at Choso, but that’s a grave mistake because the moment you do, you both watch each other with guilt for a second, but then you both look over at the black hole emitting smoke from the aftermath and start laughing.

Kamo and Itadori don’t find it funny because they were close to getting burnt, and Choso does feel sorry for almost being the cause of hurting his little brother, but you both can’t help but just laugh with each other. It’s like you’re enticed by each other, and hearing each other laugh only feeds into your humor.

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*NOW*

Amidst the scorching heat that was quick to force itself through your secret art technique that was slowly failing at keeping you and Yuji safe from Sukuna’s divine flames, was suddenly a life-saving coolness that came with a pitch darkness.

Perhaps it’s your end, this was death coming back to collect what escaped its grasp before.

You don’t want to die. Not yet. Not in front of Choso, not when Satori is waiting for you to go and pick her up to take her home. You don’t want to die here either…

However, before you can convince yourself you’re dead, through the deafening darkness is Choso. He’s very close to you, and he was the one who saved you and Yuji from those deadly flames.

You had heard him calling out to you before, but this wildfire was so overwhelming that your mind quickly drifted your attention away. But now he’s here, he’s your savior and you can't help but smile with relief until your heart sinks to your stomach and this sudden bone-chilling fear hits you.

Something doesn’t feel right. Something doesn’t look right about him keeping up the shield made of blood, and rather than him just being covered in soot and slashes like Yuji and you, Choso seems to be getting slowly consumed by fire. And you would know, you have that technique, you know how it kills a person and the pungent smell of burning flesh.

But this can’t be what you see or smell, not from him.

“Choso,” your voice shakes while you still want to smile as you cling onto hope.

Said man meets your gaze and a charming smile decorates his features. He then glances at his brother and his smile only turns more fond as he speaks his name and yours with a gentle tenderness.

“Choso?!” Yuji exclaims as he too starts to realize what you do but what you keep wanting to refuse.

“What are you doing?!” Yuji proceeds to yell.

You study your husband's face and that fire seems to be consuming more of him right in front of you, and you can’t even stop it.

“You can’t do this!” Yuji remarks.

That smile doesn’t falter, his eyes drift down but that charming smile stays on his face. “I’m sorry,” he finally explains what’s going on. “I was useless during training. Your big brother tends to do things instinctively.”

Why can’t he stop?

Why don’t the flames stop?

Why?

“Cho—” Yuji cuts himself off mid-shout and draws in a shaky breath before his face falls and averts his gaze. “Instinctively, huh? You really hit the nail on the head…” he trails off and shares a moment of silence with his brother that makes you think that he needs to stop or he’ll die. The fire keeps eating at him. It keeps taking more of him away from you.

“Choso,” your whisper trembles, and the charming man slowly looks over at you. This time that smile falters.

“What are you doing?” You ask the same thing Yuji asked not long ago in hopes the answer would change and the outcome would be a hopeful one.

“My love,” he whispers softly and with so much fondness. “I’m sorry.”

You shake your head and step forward. “You promised,” you throw at him with a burst of anger. “You swore!”

He nods without shame and swallows back a lump of emotions he didn’t want you or his brother to see. “I did, I meant to keep that promise, I really did, but what husband, what brother, and what father would I be if I let you all die when I can do something to stop it?”

“We could find a way,” you argue desperately. “I can—”

“No, I saw it,” he cuts you off confidently. “You were going to collapse and I was going to have to watch you die all over again. I don’t want to live just to see that again, you deserve a happy life. I wish—”

“No!” You bellow mid-sentence and want to lunge forward to grab his face as if that would stop the inevitable, but the space is so small that there's no room to move any further, leaving him just out of arm's reach.

“Please, no,” your anger falters and your agony seeps through. “Please…Choso. Tell me what you want to say after. Please,” you break into a shaky sob.

His smile trembles and his eyes cloud with tears, but instead of saying all the beautiful things he wants to recite to you from one moment to another your surroundings go from grim and then to a serene view of vivid green hills, and a timid sun letting the night sky shine.

“Tsukumo threatened to pop my head off my body if I ever hurt you,” Choso mentions casually. “I didn’t believe she could do it until I saw her technique at work.”

You blink and keep your eyes fixated on the beautiful scene conjured up by nothing but the last remnants of his will.

“She was really protective of you,” he mumbles as he starts to notice your aggravation. “But that’s how big sisters are…” he trails off and he reaches over to grab your hand but you pull it away and hug your knees to your chest as you keep watching the gentle breeze move the sea of grass.

“I’ve,” you stammer and clear your throat to let your anger sound clear. “I've lost so many people I have loved, and maybe it’s my fault. I’ve gotten attached to them in this cruel world, but…I thought you wouldn’t let me down. You out of everyone. So w-why?” You can’t help but cry before you snap your head to the side to pierce your watery glare into him. “W-why are you leaving me?”

Choso sees how the last glimmers of the sun capture your eyes and his breath catches in his throat while that tough act falls because the truth is you were one of the few people he could be completely vulnerable with. You could see him sob and he wouldn’t feel like he was looking weak, he didn’t feel like he was letting someone down by crying in front of them. He feels comforted.

“I don't want to,” he finally admits with every word pampered with emotion. “I wanted to live a long life with you and our family. I want to be a father, I want to be by your side, but I’ve lost you once, and I’ve let Yuji down once, I can’t do it again. I can’t…so please don’t fight me on this, my love, please just let me look at you one more time. That way when I look into your eyes all I’ll see is my sun…my moon…my stars…my most beloved, my love, you.”

You can’t. You can’t accept this fate, you can’t pretend to be okay just to make him feel better about his sacrifice. No matter how sweet his words are, you don’t want them to be the last thing you hear, you don’t want this to be your final moments together.

You can’t be selfless. Your heart shattering and turning to nothing but dust terrorizes you. Your chest collapses within itself, and the beauty of the world vanishes to nothing, so you can’t smile.

You sit across from him like you would do when you would watch the city in your sleepless nights when you were trapped in that apartment for nine days. You hold his gaze with your eyes pampered with tears so you can plead and beg speechlessly and desperately like your life depended on it. Because it does, he’s the light that had once vanished in your life, he’s your hope and a part of your soul. How can you not fight for his life?

“Please don’t do this to me,” you cry, but not in that made-up world, you tell his withering body that had little to nothing left of the man you love because of that scorching fire that keeps consuming him.

“I love you,” he redirects endearingly and with that same amount of appreciation and tenderness he always held for you since the day he remembered who you were and what you meant to his old soul.

Albeit you’re selfish, these are the last words you’ll hear from him. Ever. After this…all he’ll be is a memory and you can’t accept it. You already lost one man you loved to death, you can’t lose another one to him again. Not again.

“Choso please don't do this! Stop! Please stop,” you beg with your life. “Choso!”

He holds your fire-kissed eyes that he loves so much and that he found hope in after a century of darkness, and all he sees is his joy as well as the love of his life and he can't be happier that fate was kind enough to let him cross paths with you.

“I love you,” he says a lot softer and with a quiver he can’t hide.

“No,” you sob. “Don’t leave me, please don’t leave me!”

He wishes he could stay and live a long life, he hates hearing you plead so heartbrokenly, but he can’t watch you or Yuji die, he has to do what he needs to do.

Thus he holds your gaze for a lingering second and then looks at his little brother.

“Thank you Yuji,” he now dedicates his last words to his little brother before his life can be taken once and for all. “Thank you for being my little brother.”

Yuji inhales sharply and shakily before filling his brother's heart with sweet words full of love. “Thank you. Big brother…”

After those words are uttered Choso’s chest stops moving once and for all, filling his protective blood bubble with a grieving silence that you can’t process.

You stand there with no heart left, and hundreds of words left in your mouth that you never got to tell him.

“Choso,” you call out even if you’re looking at a cruel reality. “My love?”

The protective blood shield that kept your surroundings dark begins to collapse welcoming a grim sight of thick smoke and a burnt city, proving Choso’s attempts worthwhile.

But you can’t be appreciative, not when his lifeless body falls on the ash-covered ground with a thud. You actually can’t even believe he’s gone—no refuse to accept the truth.

“Choso,” you cry out and crawl over to his body that would’ve been unrecognizable if you hadn’t seen him burn away. “Choso, baby, you,” you say between sobs. “You’re okay. You’ll be okay.”

You gently cradle him and lean your face down towards his. “Just heal, you can do that,” you speak madness. “Do that for me please.”

You don’t think of your babies growing inside you who won’t know their father, you don’t care about his brother he left behind or that some part of you thinks you deserve this agony for all the things you’ve done, all you care about is him and your grief.

“Choso, honey,” you coo as you caress his hardened face. “Heal. Please,” you beg.

There’s still so much you want to tell him. You still need to tell him you love him, how grateful you are to him for loving you even after all the evil you did, for loving someone so cruel and selfish; for seeing the good, your strength, and your beauty. You never got to thank him for all the happiness he filled you with, or for caring for your daughter the way he did.

You never got to tell him that he was the love of your life, or that he completed your soul.

He left you like Suguru left you, and like Satoru did.

He left you empty with no heart or soul left. There’s an empty shell, left even more hollow without your brother. And it hurts, it pains you deeply with such an agonizing pain you have never felt before. It leaves you numb and unaware of the fact that in the blink of an eye, you were suddenly transported with lifeless Choso in your arms just past the area Sukuna vaporized with his fire.

From one moment to another, you’re facing a leveled city straight out of apolocpyse, and the next you’re staring numbly at an abandoned city as empty as the husk you call your body.

You would say that you were alleviated from that sense of danger, but the truth is you didn’t feel it. You don't feel the urgency to move away and protect yourself or who you carry in your body, nothing matters but the hope that Choso will somehow return. And now that nothing else surrounds you, now that Sukuna isn’t stomping your way through the clouds of smoke, you just disassociate yourself. By will or not you don’t know or care. You’re alone, truly alone.

And once again you can’t cling onto the love you have for your kids, no matter how hard you want to, you can’t depend all your happiness on a little girl. How could you give her that burden?

So it means that your greatest fear came true, you’re alone at the end of the world, carrying the corpse of your happiness, half your soul, and surrounded by the fading debris of what used to be.

What can you do now but lay down on the cold ground beside Choso’s corpse and nuzzle against him like you would in the mornings when you were both just relaxing before starting your day. You drape your arm around him like you liked to do so you could keep him close and bask in his warmth. You rest your head on his chest as if you were listening to his heartbeat.

Your world is now so desolate that nothing matters. You’re not cold or in a hurry to help.

You don’t care—or try not to…But the truth is you’re terrified and in withering pain. And never in your life have you ever felt so alone like now.

“You’re such a liar,” you whisper as if he could hear you. “You lied to me. You swore and you lied.”

You should hate him, find happiness, and hate him for leaving you the way he did, but you can’t even fathom the thought. You’re too in love with him to ever hate him or the happy memories that will surely turn sour soon.

“Why did you have to leave me?” You demand to know from a corpse as you refuse to accept reality. “Why? I love you so much…I told you I would die for you…”

You trail off to wait for a response because you know he’d tell you to shut up about doing something stupid, but it was far from a lie, and it was romantic in your head.

Now you understand why that foolish man from that tragic story killed himself for the woman he loved. You understand his pain, and his desperation to see the one you love again so you won’t have to spend a second longer without them. You know now why he couldn’t fathom living on…

Because there’s nothing left. You’re all alone, and there’s nothing worse than that. Which is why you’ll do it.

You’ll die for the man you love.

“Because,” you swear to whatever bind that holds power in your world. “What does strength mean compared to living without you? What is pride when there’s nothing to be proud of in the wake of your loss that will always hurt me and feel like a fresh wound? I don’t want to drag on without you. So please,” you sob into his chest. “Bring him back, I don’t care if he’s a non-sorcerer, just bring him back…”

You’ll give it up, your strength and power that held you so above everyone else. You’ll live as the people you hated. You’ll love the kind of people you hated and scorned for what they couldn’t have just so you don’t live without him. You will leave behind the person you took so long to build to your image. You will die just so you can live on with him by your side until the day you die.

And it can be a few hours from now, you don’t care, you just want him back.

“Please,” you beg whatever force made up the binding vows. “Please.”

You slowly sit up to look at Choso’s face, or what was left of him, and beg with all your agony and might. “Please just come back. Please Choso.” You whisper breathlessly and lean down to whisper against his lips and plead one more time with all the might and sincerity you hold.

“Please come back as gentle and sweet, as caring and passionate, as funny and protective as you were.”

You close your eyes and press your lips against Choso’s one more time, unaware of the fate you sealed, and of the gift of life and death you gave from deep inside of your withered soul with a sweet kiss.

When silence follows to consume you once again, it soon gets disrupted, but this time it’s not you that fills it with sorrowful words, this time Shoko calls out your name, but you don’t bother to get up.

Not because you’re waiting to see if your fate is sealed, you just don’t get up because you don’t have the energy. You’re too numb.

“Honey, get up and let me take you both inside,” she speaks sweetly and with caution.

You stay quiet and still as if you were lifeless yourself, so Shoko decides to slowly walk to you while someone else decides to cut in now; someone younger and sweeter and who doesn’t smoke ten packs in an hour.

Kirara calls out for you and they’re much faster to reach you and actually attempt to see if you were alive, or dead like the man you’re cradling.

“You can be with him inside. Come on, I'll help you.” They offer.

You close your eyes and sigh shakily, letting more hot tears stream down your cheeks,

“Come on,” Kirara doesn’t plead with you, she grabs your arm but makes sure to caress it as she offers her comfort first. “I’m sure this is uncomfortable, and I’m sure you’re cold.”

If you get up you’ll see Kirara, you’ll welcome their comfort. You’ll see Shoko and appreciate her attempts at comforting you, but you’ll still be alone, you won’t see the one person who you’re aching to see in such a low time in your life, Satoru won’t be there to wrap you an embrace or silently sit with you to provide comfort in a way he knows how.

You’ll stand surrounded by people but be abandoned.

“No,” you say hoarsely and grab onto Choso’s body a little tighter. “I want to stay here with him, I’m waiting.”

You open your eyes and catch Kirara's worried glance they share with Shoko.

Yet even then Shoko doesn’t walk over, so Kirara pulls you up and to avoid actually being a nuisance you push yourself up, but never take your eyes off Choso’s corpse.

“You fought well,” Kirara praises you as they wrap a blanket around your shoulders. “You all did.”

“I’ll have someone carry him inside you’ve already overstrained yourself,” Shoko breaks her silence that you begin to find odd. You’re surprised she’s not by your side being as worried as Kirara, she's actually being rather pushy after you returned from fighting Kenjaku.

Maybe all this has just taken a toll on her…

“You’ve been outside too long you feel rather cold,” Kirara points out as they drag their feet with you as you move slowly as if doing so is wearing you down.

“Shoko,” you catch the woman off guard and slowly drag your eyes up, letting her see how red your eyes are from crying so much, and the beautiful tragedy scared on every detail of your face and only spread its roots deeper within you. She can especially see such tragedy in your eyes, it’s hard to miss just like the sudden change.

Once furious eyes blazing with mesmerizing and ferocious fire are losing their mark.

But how, she wonders. Is your grief really impacting you so hard that it’s taking a physical toll on you?

“Kirara let's walk her into my office, I want to check on her,” she tells them as if you’re not there—then again you kind of aren’t there.

“Yuji? Where is Yuji?” You finally express your concern.

Shoko meets your gaze but quickly averts it. “Still fighting,” she lets you know and doesn’t fully relieve you of that worry, but you’re relieved he’s still alive.

“Todo used his technique and brought you in,” Kirara trails on after Shoko.

Aoi?

You glance over at Kirara with worry and they don’t fail to quickly assure you as if they knew what you were going to ask. “He’s fine, he should be helping Itadori fight now, so don’t worry.”

You sigh with relief even if now you have a bigger knot in your stomach because Todo is fighting now too.

“Kinji?” You ask for a man you haven’t heard anything about, even though given the fact that he wasn’t out fighting Sukuna, or here now means he should still be fighting Uraume.

“He’s still fighting, just like you said he would,” Kirara tells you with hope still laced in her voice which makes you think how beautiful it is to hear before you reach Shoko and wonder why she’s having such a hard time meeting your eyes, or even being close to you.

“Shoko,” you call out softly to your best friend and have Kirara stop so you can reach for Shoko’s arm with the intent to ask if she’s okay, or if something else happened, but then just as you thought that this was the end of your world, another pair of footsteps echo towards you.

You don’t think anything of it, you don’t want to because you assume someone is coming to collect Choso’s body, but Shoko shifts her head away and you catch a glimpse of black shoes you recognize. Black shoes you recognized first not long ago.

Can it be?

No, it can't, he's…dead.

But…

You draw in a deep and trembling breath and slowly scale your eyes up the approaching figure, feeling your pulse quickly racing as you recognize those baggy white pants you once thought were too big to wear for a fight, and that tight black shirt that hugged him tightly.

As you reach his face you question your sanity. It has to be your grief, it can’t be who you think it is right across from you.

He’s dead. He…he…

Oh, but those eyes. They’re so unique and so kind. How can you mistake that lively gleam in his eyes that always accompanied him? How can you mistake those bright eyes that you called home, that you found comfort in when you were terrified and upset?

You can’t mistake the eyes of your beloved older brother. You can’t miss the fact that his chest is moving and that he blinks. You can’t mistake him for an illusion because he revives that hope you had just lost with the death of your most beloved.

You can’t mistake him because he’s standing right there in front of you amongst the silent wind, the distant and unwelcoming warmth, and under the dry sky.

“Satoru,” you muse blissfully.

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A/N- WHAT IS THE WORST THING SHE CAN DO AFTER FINDING OUT ABOUT WHAT THEY DID WITH GOJOS BODY?

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her way

summary- you were once on top of the world, unfortunately that was taken away from you, but all of a sudden two men, the best at their sports ask for help.

tags- 18+, mentions of bruises, anxiety, broken bones, anxiety attack, ooc probably for some characters, maybe some smut (or threesome) in further chapters. figure skating (can you tell I used challengers for inspo?) gojo x reader, geto x reader, female reader

a/n- (making my monthly comeback, also thank you for 200 followers every like and follow means the universe to me! debating on a chp 1

you once were on top of the world

Doing the thing you loved every day every second, the costumes, the flair, the elegance.

Your long time senior coach, Yuki, made sure to always support you, even.. if she usually made it to rehearsal thirty minutes late.

“Yeah yeah that was great! But make sure you’re more solid off your double jump!” Yuki smirked leaning against the short wall of the skating rink.

“Weren’t you on your phone half the time?” You raised an eyebrow panting loudly as Yuki gave you a coy laugh.

“See? Stop paying attention to me and you’ll land your jumps.”

Oh how cynical it would be for you in the future.

You had officially made it to the Grand Prix finals, the world's eyes battering down your whole back, at least that’s how it felt to you.

You sat stretching your legs, the world around you invisible until you went on in approximately nine minutes and ten seconds. Your nerves were particularly bad today but you couldn’t focus on that right now.

You were so out of it you didn’t even notice the figure approaching you, all you saw were long legs in dark sweatpants.

You peered through your eyelashes to see the figure standing in front of you, snowy hair and sunglasses inside? Sheesh, how arrogant could this guy be?

“Y/N, right?” A grin appeared on his smug face as his hands slid into his pockets, “yeah? Is there something I can do for you?” You grunted standing up your eyes physically widening as you saw how tall he really was, getting a good look at his face and you began to recognize the man.

“Wait.. you look familiar..?”

His face drained of color as he cleared his throat, “Satoru Gojo, two time gold winner?” He pointed towards his face, “Figure skating Mozart on the ice rink?- wait you seriously don’t know who I am?!”

“I was kidding, MAYBE I’ve heard of you,” you chuckled and he let out a huff of frustration, “You’re good friends with.. what’s his name? Suguru Geto correct? I’ve heard he’s the Prince of Ice, huh?”

“That’s correct, he’s also fairly talented.” Satoru hummed in an almost annoyed tone? You pushed it off not thinking much of it.

“Must be hard huh? I mean being best friends in this line of business and somehow you always come out on top?” You questioned staring closely through Satoru’s glasses, you could almost clearly see the bright blue of his eyes peeking through the expensive lenses.

“Ahhh,” he grinned, adjusting his shades, “Suguru and I don’t lose our minds over a little friendly competition.”

“The Grand Prix is a friendly competition for you?” You scoffed crossing your arms and he nodded bashfully, “when you have no one to compete against it’s not really a competition.”

“Right, well I’m gonna get going soon.”

You desperately wanted to cut the conversation short but talking to him seemed to ease your nerves tremendously, “Thanks for talking with me though!” you smiled brightly getting set to walk towards the rink.

Satoru wanted to talk more but his words were caught in his throat, “I’ll cheer you o-on!” His voice fucking cracked and he wanted to slam his head against the wall.

Yuki stood nervously and annoyed at your apparent “lateness”

“Y/N! What the hell? You were supposed to be here a few minutes ago?” Her face was red with anxiety it seemed.

“I'm still here on time! Don’t worry Yuki,” you groaned and a smile appeared on her face, “I know I know, you should’ve been here though I was just talking to a certain someone you should be interested in,”

“Really? Who?” You said enthusiastically but before Yuki could start your name was called over the intercoms to get on the ice, you slid your windbreaker off revealing your light purple bedazzled costume. “I’ll tell you after, get out there and don’t fuck up!” Yuki pulled you into a quick hug before lightly pushing you into the direction you needed to go.

“Awhh, cmon Yuki!” You groaned walking your way carefully onto the ice, your mind repeating your step and jump sequences in your head.

Your legs jittered but you took deep breaths skating to your starting position.

Your routine started and you were doing great, landing your jumps, your spins were fluid and solid and then the second half was ending. Your routine was coming to a close and all you had to do was nail a double jump pretty simple right?

Then how come whenever you were in the starting position something felt off..

you were in the middle of the air getting ready to land before your ankle had twisted in the wrong direction causing you to eat absolute shit on the ice.

A loud CRACK! Resounded itself along with the searing hot pain your ankle felt as you tumbled on the ice, Oh God let this be a bad dream please God..

Hot tears poured down your face as you heard the quick loud flashes of cameras and the loud whispers of the crowd, your heartbeat sped faster and faster and you swore you were going to blackout, which is what you did.

You woke up from the blaring fluorescent lights and the steady beeps of the machines around you, your mother and father sat next to you with bated breath as your mother immediately jumped to hug you crying into your shoulder.

You groggily searched the room for Yuki only to find her in the hallway talking to the doctor, this wasn’t gonna end well.

You peered down at the large cast encasing your ankle and the bruises that crowded your leg, you wanted to cry but no tears came out.

Hours later you finally decided to turn on the TV, wanting to avoid seeing you eat shit on 4K you were instead met with a different kind of news.

Males singles winners,

Bronze- Yui Haibara

Silver- Satoru Gojo

Gold- Suguru Geto

Satoru had lost? You wondered how he felt right now, sure a small smile was on his face but he was adamant on winning.

Just like clockwork Yuki had come in holding two vases of flowers, “How you holding up?” She asked walking to the counter placing the vases down,

“‘As well as you think, everyone’s kind though.” You’ve gotten multiple concerned texts from figure skaters and fans and while you greatly appreciated it your face burned in embarrassment. How could you have messed up horribly?

“Of course they are, Goddess of the Ice,” Yuki hummed, checking the cards attached to the vases, “Well look at that, flowers from both Gojo and Geto.”

“Really? I feel honored.” You smiled but it quickly faded, “Tell me how bad it is Yuki.”

Yuki sighed leaning on the counter, “Well, your ankle is pretty fucked up.. might be time for you to look at possibly retiring.”

Your coach’s words circled in your head as you took a plane trip back to your hometown, your mother and father agreed to look after you in the meantime as you sought out your decision.

The past few days you had been in limbo, just living but no substance you even spaced out mid conversation with your best friend Utahime.

She offered you a place in her family’s shop where you could spend your hours conversing instead of just sitting around the house.

“Okay! Would you rather take care of ten newborn babies or fight a judo boxer?” Utahime asked, flipping through the channels of the front counter TV.

“We’ve played this for twenty minutes!” You groaned, placing your head in your hands, “the ten babies sound great though.”

Utahime had childishly given you a coloring book but you didn’t complain, you continued to scribble, enjoying the blissful silence with the occasional talk of the TV.

The bell of the front door opening broke you out of your silence, but before you could look up the voice seemed to give it away.

“Y/N! Long time no see!”

Your eyes were brought up to see the familiar sight you were “graced” with 5 weeks ago.

“Think we could talk for a minute?”

[shrineontheroadside]

‼️ JJK MANGA SPOILERS AHEAD ‼️

⚠️ proceed with caution ⚠️

this is just me theorising, and I rly hope it doesn't pan out like this, but I think yuuta is gonna lose. while he will go out dealing some heavy damage to sukuna, all chapters previous to the gojo-corpse comeback were dedicted to yuuji (the MC) levelling up his power and skill.

all previous jujutsu kaisen MCs, (yuuta in JJK0, Gojo with the Hidden Inventory Arc, Maki with the zenin clan arc) were allowed victories against their primary oppoonents. (geto, toji and naoya respectively) in the process, they lost someone they loved (gojo lost geto, yuuta had to let go of rika, mai sacrificed herself for maki) and after this loss, their loved one came back as a shadow of who they were (kenjaku in geto's body, rika as a shikigami, mai's gift of the soul split sword.)

what we tend to forget, is that while sukuna is an enemy of the jujutsu world, he is itadori's opponent. Jujutsu Kaisen as a story began with sukuna, yuuji's character developed due to sukuna's malevolent nature and all the loss in yuuji's life is due to the king of curses.

JJK is also inherently cyclical in nature, we see this in the multiple parallels drawn across generations, with a primary theme being breaking patterns of passing down trauma.

now, the genesis point for all the catastrophes in JJK was the existence of toji zenin, and as pointed out by yuki, he is the ideal of how humans should AKA net zero cursed energy. to achieve geto's ideal, another key point of the storyline, all humans should ideally become like toji.

but toji isn't the only cause of imbalance in jujutsu society, it's gojo as well. his birth caused curses to grow infinitely stronger and have an overall negative impact on the death rate of sorcerers. his status as a special grade caused chaos in the jujutsu world and forced the impossible burden of loneliness onto him.

as the story currently stands, yuuta is the only special grade remaining. I don't think yuuta will die, but I do think he will lose rika, lose against sukuna and all his cursed energy in the process. to dissolve the ideal of a special grade sorcerer will be pivotal for the story.

maki in the cinchpin; her contemporary began this mess and its only fitting that she play a role in ending things, but at the end of the day this is yuuji's victory. as per the repeating narrative of JJK, he's already lost megumi, and megumi has returned to itadori as a distorted image of himself.

but I don't think megumi will die, because what JJK has always been about is breaking cycles of abuse. objectively, sukuna is exploiting megumi right now, and I think the story will end with yuuji somehow breaking this cycle of abuse and figuring out how to harness cursed energy in a way that achieves geto's ideal of a curseless world.

anyway, those are my two cents. for all this analysis I still want a gojo nobara geto nanami comeback so all my pookies can hold hands and live happily ever after. I miss you gojo my gorgeous blue eyed king. I miss you nobara my femme sapphic queen. i miss you nanamin my father figure 9-5 king. I MISS YOU GETO MY PRETTY PRETTY PRINCESS. I MISS YOU THE MOST. YOU DESERVE A LIFE WITH YOUR HUSBAND AND YOUR 4 ADOPTED KIDS. GETO MY LOVELY POOKIE WOOKIE KING I CRY FOR U EVERYDAY.

[whalesforhands]

settle your sorrow pt.7 (satosugu x reader, implied!shoko x reader)

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warnings: fluff, angst, learning to settle your sorrow (haha), a bit geto & shoko-centric, i promise more gojo next time

You’re staring at the vending machine. It’s been a good 2 minutes now.

He contemplates for a moment, simply content with watching you, trying to guess the thoughts running through your mind. Just what intricate concepts would you be conjuring in that pretty head of yours? What kind of questions were you asking? Was it the very obvious, sleek new design of that new green tea in the corner? Did your milk change packaging?

“Suguru…” Your head slowly turns to meet the upturned slits that seemed to be studying you with great interest.

“…could you please lend me 50 yen?”

He bursts out laughing.

“Ah, Geto-san! It’s nice running into you here!” Haibara snaps him out of his daydream, a much needed distraction.

“Haibara.” His tired eyes met the vibrancy of his junior. “Were you not meant to be on a mission?”

“Ahh, about that. Still packing and all, ehe.” Yu is still grinning, tongue sticking out at his lack of preparedness.

“But I’m still super excited to go, of course!”

“Let me treat you to something before you leave, then.”

“Ahaha, that isn’t needed at all, senpai!” He pauses momentarily with a sheepish grin, hands held up as if to deny vehemently. “But I’ll take a cola if you’re offering!” Haibara catches the 500 yen coin tossed at him as Suguru flashes him a smile.

“Want anything, senpai?”

Suguru’s gaze begins to settle back onto the floor.

“Is there chocolate milk left in the machine?”

Haibara diligently scans the selection of drinks, eyes trained and zooming in on the familiar drink.

“Yessir!”

“I’ll have that.”

——

“What kind of woman is your type?”

Suguru huffs, sunken eyes and wild hair as he seats himself on bench, a boisterous Haibara next to him.

“I love girls who eat a lot!”

Suguru makes an exasperated expression as he looks towards the energetic second year, mouth falling open in consternation as he listens to Yu answering the question.

“I’m taken.” His elbows are resting on his knees as he slumps over, his answer brief and quick to get… Whatever this situation was over with.

“That so?” Tsukumo Yuki. She sits herself down right next to him, legs spreading out as she leans back against the wall and crosses her arms.

“Geto Suguru, I presume? Heard lots about ya.”

——

Satoru’s treading back with heavy footfalls, holding onto the hands of both the children he had just… Seized.

(Does this count as adoption…?)

“Is this truly what you want for the future of Jujutsu Sorcery as a whole?”

It’s dark. His eyes zeroed in on Suguru’s form, the clearest thing he could see. The brightest in his eyes.

“If it is… Then I don’t know what to do anymore.” His voice breaks a little at the end, hair haphazardly pulled into his bun as inconsolable brown met overwrought blue.

The crowd buries Geto within as he says those words, the passing of the forgettable passerbys disorienting his vision of his beloved. He can’t see them. He can’t see anyone else when he’s right there.

Satoru has been neglecting him as of late, the damned geezers piling mission after mission onto he and his other.

You’re strong, protect the non-sorcerers. You’re strong, fight for the weak. You’re strong, so just go ahead and die in place for them. You’re strong, so just keep being our puppet so that we can put your talents to use for our own gain.

He knows it’s been hard. He knows how Suguru’s been looking. He knows. He knows. He knows.

He knows it just as well after losing you a year ago.

Suguru needs him. Ever since that mission they went on to that accursed village. Now, more than ever, he can’t lose anyone else. He can’t bear it.

That’s why he can’t just let him walk away like that. He lunges forth, his legs pushing him forward, heavy heart and a voiceless despair, pushing through that faceless crowd as he grabs for Geto’s hand, interlocking their fingers together, as his voice finally squeezes out the words he held.

“Don’t just walk away from me!”

Eh?

The duo stare at each other. Gojo pulls a face, corners of his lips pulling downwards as he bares his teeth, eyes squinting when he saw Suguru holding the 2 familiar twins.

Did he anticipate that he was bringing some kids of his own to the school too?

Gojo sighs as he lands his hand on top of a fluffy mass of black, rubbing vigorously as the kid frowns harder, bothered by the white-haired sorcerer’s treatment of his head.

“You damn copycat.” It’s a laugh coupled with exasperation. As if he couldn’t believe it.

Geto doesn’t falter, a stiff chuckle escaping his lips as he watched the way Gojo interacted with the new faces. This was unexpected.

“Watch your language, Satoru. We’re in front of children.” It’s genuine, light and hearty. They really were hopelessly in sync.

“As if they’ll care if they can’t understand anyway!”

Suguru’s eyes glanced between the carbon copy of the Sorcerer Killer and the… non-sorcerer.

“I see you have… Acquired taste, Satoru.”

Gojo’s sunglasses glint from the orange glow of the sunset. He gets what Geto is implying.

The two girls in Suguru’s arms begin to flit their eyes back between everyone.

“Geto-sama,” Mimiko whispers as she tugs on the fabric of Suguru’s shirt. “Who are those that Gojo-sama holding onto?”

The ravenette could only sigh, tucking his arm further up underneath the girls’ knees to better support them as he looks at his partner.

“Trouble.”

Megumi’s eyes stare blankly at the trio ahead of him, before tugging on Gojo’s arm. A silent question. Tsumiki waves at them, a friendly smile on her face as she greets the young twins.

“That’s him, isn’t it?”

Gojo only grins down at the boy as he continues to hold Tsumiki’s hand.

“That’s right, you smart little runt!” He’s now patting the back of the little boy with exceptional strength, watching with glee even as the boy starts to cough from the sheer power in his taps.

“My one and only!”

——

Shoko stares at the 4 children in front of her. 2 almost identical twins are holding each others’ hands, a stuffed animal clutched within one’s grip. Their expression is one of discomfort, of anxiety, but not fear.

Geto has ensured that they’re safe.

The other 2 are a bit more amicable-looking. Well, one of them. The oldest looking one smiles at Shoko as she waves, whilst the younger brother grasps his sibling’s arm, openly furrowing his brows and just… Scrutinizing her.

Shoko pulls out her phone, a betta fish charm in a familiar colourway jingling as she glances at the time.

18:47

“So you both,” Shoko’s eyes flit up to her two classmates. “Destroyed the only table in the loungeroom.” Her fingers press to her forehead, the pensiveness building up as she recalls the recent events.

“Became a public nuisance.”

She drums her fingers against the surface of your desk as she leans back in your chair.

“Then both decided to coincidentally adopt kids at the same time.”

“I got the twins first.”

“We. And he’s the one copying me!”

“I can’t be the one copying you if…” He stops himself, sighing almost exasperatedly as he pulls a look of mock annoyance as he rolls his eyes. “We got the girls firs-“

“Hah?! What’s with that look-?!”

“All that before the day even ends.” She interrupts, palm pressed to her face as she sighs.

Shoko’s contemplating, the botamochi next to her cup of steaming green tea as she watches the twin girls eye her snack from the corner of her eye.

“In front of you, there’s a little cage. How many kittens are inside of it?”

You think momentarily.

“Mmm, about 4?” Your eyes are closed in thought as you tap a finger against your chin. A sudden thought occurs to you. “There are probably more cages with around 3 or 4 kittens inside it right? Since we would be in a shelter?”

Shoko snickers, lollipop stick hanging over her lips as she flipped through the pages. “So you want 4 or more children, huh? In batches too.”

“What?!” Your head snapped to meet hers so quick you swear you could feel something dislodge. “Where’d you get that idea?!” You’re blushing, your hands over your cheeks as you try to calm the creeping heat of embarrassment.

“According to the love psychology book it says so.” She continues to smirk as she flicks through the pages, gracefully leaning away when she spies you peeking over her shoulder to grab at the book.

“Where’d you even get that?!”

“Library.”

Her expression is placid, eyes blank as she twirls a strand of the hair she’s been growing out, holding the bowl of mochi out to the 4 kids, offering them a piece.

“Do as you like.”

——

Graduation is dreary. A simple celebration within the classroom, attended by no one other than the graduates themselves. The crudely drawn banner made by Gojo, the streamers provided by Shoko and the 3 stalks of flowers within a glass vase seated upon your chair is all the decoration that fills the classroom.

It’s silent, for once, as the SSS trio stood at the front of the class, awaiting Yaga’s arrival to commence the event. This place… Had too many memories.

The nervous, quiet sliding of the door breaks it.

“I-I hope I’m not too late…” In his hand, a singular stalk of forget-me-not flowers. Ijichi anxiously treads in, nearly tripping over his own two feet when he saw Gojo’s intense gaze face him.

“Ah, Ijichi.” Geto greets, hand out up to greet the bo-

“Senpai! We’re sorry we’re late!” Haibara bursts in, scratched up and bruised. Bandages covered almost the entirety of Yu’s body as he hobbles in on his crutches as he attempts to wave a greeting, nearly falling over had it not been for Nanami behind him, pulling him back up.

“The mission took way longer than we expected!”

“More like it took the life out of us.” Nanami sighs out, looking stressed, arm in a cast as he assists a struggling Haibara to a nearby seat.

“But we did so good, senpais! Enough time for us to even make it here on time!” He elbows Nanami to the best of his ability. “We even bought those souvenirs!”

A polite knock at the door catches the attention of everyone.

“Please excuse our intrusion.” Kuroi politely bows as she enters, a shy, agitated Riko hiding behind her as she held onto a bouquet.

“Hey.” She’s averting her gaze, trying to act nonchalant as she walks in, failing upon revealing 4 tiny heads trailing right behind her. “I saw them at the entrance… And they just,” She’s huffing as she hugs the bouquet closer. “Followed us in.”

“We assumed that you knew them.” Kuroi smiles at the trio.

The kids, Nanami, Ijichi, Haibara, Riko and Kuroi. Everyone is here to celebrate with them.

The door slides open a final time. Yaga. With Utahime and Mei Mei right behind him.

“What a crowd. I assume that everyone is here?”

——

Riko forces her eyes away as she spots the purposeful space left empty between Suguru and Shoko, the sorrow starting to swell in her heart as she listened to their homeroom teacher congratulate them, finishing off the remnants of his speech.

“I think you should smile more, Riko-cchi.” You stir the teaspoon within the cup as you held onto the saucer. “You look prettier when you do.”

The tears are starting to gather in the corner of her eyes, her clutch on the bouquet growing tighter and tighter.

“Congratulations on your graduation!” She’s yelling it out, jumping onto her feet, tears finally streaming down her face. The first to vocalize her congratulations. Her voice is fraying, snot trailing down her nose as she desperately tries to make the corners of her lips quirk up.

She’ll smile. For you.

“Congratulations!” A chorus of blessings from the small crowd as applause rings out.

Haibara’s clacking his crutches together as Nanami frowns at him, the twins, tugging at Ijichi’s sleeves to come play with them.

Megumi is brooding in the corner with a laughing and cheery Tsumiki as she chats with Yaga. Utahime is sending Shoko her congrats, tears in her eyes as Mei Mei watches nearby. Satoru is interrupting their heartfelt moment, skipping around and poking fun at her.

It’s peaceful, for the first time in a while. Suguru decides he likes this.

“You’re in a flower field, a place which has the most gorgeous flowers you have ever seen, and the owner says you can take as many as you wish to pick. How many do you take?”

“Huh? Another one?!” You’re grimacing as you look towards Shoko, her face planted in the psychology book, eyes glued to the words.

“Just answer it, will you? How embarrassing could it be?”

You huff. Fine.

“Then… I guess I’d take enough to make bouquets for each of you…” Your eyes blank out, counting in your head how many that would take. Yaga, Nanami, Haibara, Utahime… So many. You don’t want to just give them all a bouquet if it’s the most breathtaking sight ever.

“Maybe I’ll bring everyone I love there?”

“Ehhh? So sappy.”

“Yeah, yeah. I get it! So…” You fight back your blush, waving off Shoko’s provocation. “What does it mean?”

Shoko grins. “Take a guess.”

“What?” You’re irked, cheeks puffing themselves up into a pout. “Can’t you just tell me?!”

——

“Oji-san.” Megumi tugs on Geto’s uniform shirt, a photoframe held within his hand.

Suguru can feel a vein pop. Surely, he doesn’t look that old, right? His depressive episode may have done a number on him, but there’s no way he could’ve aged that immensely like this brat was implying.

“Now, now. Who are you calling-“

He’s interrupted when Megumi abruptly flips the photo frame to face Suguru, a group photo of all four of you from your first year displayed on it.

The black-haired shaman’s breath hitches in his throat.

“Who is this?” His chubby finger is gliding over the glass above your smiling face. “She wasn’t at the…” He furrows his brows. “Grad-you-eight-shun.”

“She’s…” He catches himself. Takes a moment to breathe. “One of the most wonderful people to exist.” He pats Megumi’s head. “You would’ve definitely liked her if you ever met.”

He sees Megumi raising a brow, as if prodding for more. He’ll stop here. To save himself the sorrow.

“Maybe I’ll tell you when you’re a little older.”

(“What’s with the sudden interest in her anyway?”

Megumi remains silent, eyes still trained on your figure.

“Nothing.”

Kids these days.)

——

“Why do you smile so much?” Riko’s tone is indignant, filled with frustration as she watches your carefree grin, eyes upturned even at her prickliness as you float around with her in your bubble.

She’s sat back against the wall, back pressed against it, arms crossed over her chest as she eyes you, waiting for an answer as you steer your cursed technique towards the ground once you witnessed the duo take down the bounty hunters.

You hum in response, gratified that she’s at least taken to speaking to you after Gojo and Geto’s rather rude introductions.

You descend, before turning and holding your hand out, your cursed technique reforming itself into a staircase-like formation.

“It’s because I’m around the people I love,” From behind her, she could hear the complaints of the energetic student alongside his more lax counterpart as they begin to approach.

You tap her nose when she squeezes your hand, making her blink at you in surprise before she suddenly sneezes. You giggle, a happy glow overtaking your face as she stares, perplexed.

“That I think it’s a waste to not be smiling.”

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Notes:

It took both Geto and Gojo awhile to learn to love the kids of the man who… Murdered you. But they never blamed it on Megumi or Tsumiki.

In that memory, Geto actually just went up and bought you the milk you were eyeing. It was a new flavour. Chocolate banana.

The number of flowers you picked/give represented how much love you have for the person/people you’re giving them to.

guys i had to rewrite this entire thing like 3 times

[misomiho]

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𝙊𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝

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Genre: Sfw, Angst

Pairing: Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader

✩Synopsis: Desperate for closure, you ran after the friend turned mass murderer Suguru Geto to seek for answers after his betrayal but other than answers, you were left confused with his feelings too

"To protect the people I love and to protect the weak"

Those words were enough to silence you down, past memories that were hunting you until you're out of breath because of running away. Running away from your own weaknesses.

You cowardly hid yourself when you were given the chance to speak to him one last time but if you were ever to return back time, you would've ran straight towards him and told him that he isn't alone within this mess.

That we should talk it out.

Is talking it out even enough?

That things would've returned to how they were. Suguru would be his kind and empathetic self again. Suguru would be the caring person again. Suguru would be the one who always listen again.

It wasn't going to be easy but you would do everything for it to be deemed as easy.

"He's here"

You heard Shoko's voice, it was hoarse and you felt the tinge of disappointment and sadness within those words she spoke over the phone.

You saw her as someone who's strong enough to not be held down by her own emotions yet you knew that even if she kept such barrier upon herself, it's still gonna break.

Silence.

"She's not answering the phone, guess she isn't talking to you"

You heard a hum before the phone call ended, you knew it was Suguru who wished to speak to you.

Shoko saw the same eyes expecting closure from someone dull the moment silence answered her call, she couldn't do anything but watch hopelessly.

Someone would say that was disrespectful of you not to answer but they don't know anything about your own situation.

You felt betrayed even if people were to say you didn't have the right to do so because you weren't affected anyway.

They're wrong...

You're just a mere second year who wasn't even anything off useful towards the battlefield in hopes of taking Shoko's steps in a case where something might happen, you were a back up plan.

You ARE heavily affected...

He was there to help and aid you whenever you felt as if the responsibility placed upon your shoulders were burdening you.

The way his hands would find it's way towards your hair to ruffle them up, the way his smile lines would show whenever he grins at you while you scold him out of the blue that those would destroy his beauty, the way he would offer his hands for you to stand up because the ground is dirty, the way he would hold the back of your head and push you gently towards his chest to hug you while making fun of you because you never reach his shoulders since you're shorter than him.

The way he just threw all of that out of that window and never spoke nor saw you again.

You could just feel the ache burning inside you, your throat hurts, your eyes sting, and you couldn't speak.

You remembered that one time Shoko shared another one of her horrible medical 'fun' facts about people dying from a heart break.

That's what you feel right now, you felt like you're dying from a heart break.

Would you even consider this a heartbreak?

You two were never in a relationship.

You fell down, weeping while clutching the phone towards your chest as if you let a last chance slip away from your grasps.

Without second thought, you dashed out of your dorm with tears still in your eyes, you knew they sent Satoru after him and you knew Satoru wouldn't kill off his best friend, you just have to get there and talk to him before he disappear again.

Tell me your answer..Suguru!!

"I like you"

Your hands were trembling, shaking, and fumbling to anywhere you could find to ease your discomfort and nervousness.

You just saw the special grade Tsukumo Yuki walk up to him, it wasn't your intention to eavesdrop but you were waiting for Haibara to finish his chat with Suguru so that you can congratulate the special grade personally on his promotion but then Tsukumo went ahead of you first.

You were a bit annoyed when all that frustration you had were replaced with widened eyes along their disturbing conversation.

extermination of curse energy..? just what-

You heard the woman get up and hid yourself away to wait until her departure to have a talk with Suguru undisturbed. You want to know what was on his mind when he said something about..

Killing off non sorcerers..

"What do you want to talk about?"

You got out of your trance when his gentle voice snap you out of it, you bit your lip as to ponder your next words carefully.

"Congratulations about your promotion to special grade.."

"Oh that..yeah thank you"

He's not okay, you can clearly see the visible eye bags and tousled hair he has everywhere, he isn't sleeping well and he's always..always.. thinking about something that seems to bother him.

"Suguru..I-"

He glanced your way as if expecting the next words out of your mouth.

Tell him..! tell him about what you heard!

"I like you"

You weren't expecting that to come out of your mouth instead, you were gonna question him about his statement earlier but you were just here..confessing out of the blue.

You were trembling, nervous, and fumbling everywhere, your eyes dart from him to the ground and your mouth was rushing to find your next words, crimson traced your cheeks, sweat rolls of your neck and.. butterflies were swirling around your stomach.

Was this just what you came up with as an excuse because your cowardice got the best of you when you were about to question him or was it..

out of desperation that you just want him to stay with you because something on the back of your mind tells you that he will be out of reach someday and you won't have a chance to say those words again.

You saw his eyes recover from shock to confusion to complete understanding.

oh no is he showing sympathy? does he not feel the same way? i-if that's the case, I wouldn't mind wait what? I will surely mind!

Thoughts were running around your head miles per second you couldn't even keep up.

"I-"

As soon as you heard and saw those words start to form out of his mouth , you hurriedly dash over the doors out of pure humiliation.

"I'm sorry!! pretend you never heard that or just completely pretend that I didn't exist 10 minutes ago!"

You shouted with voice decreasing and echoing when you go further down the hallway and straight through the door.

Suguru was shocked at least, a small grin making it's way to his lips while he mumbled something incoherent to himself

"..."

You shook off the memory in your head, that was a long time ago already.

Not even a long time, it's weeks ago

You confessed to him weeks ago before the mass murder he did at that village, you were eager to tell him because he was going to graduate soon and you knew there would be little to no interactions unfortunately but it seems that it wasn't the only reason you had to confess, he's gone completely different from before, he's a murderer on the loose..

he's gonna be executed..

he-

he's completely out of reach now..

You didn't care about his answer, wether he accepts it or not you're still gonna be happy, talking to him will suffice.

Gods..just please..let me know I'm not too late

The train ride was painful, the sun is slowly disappearing along the horizon yet you hope you won't be left disappointed, you kept hiding the painful lump on your throat and the tears that were blurring you eyes threatening to spill any moment, a tear would slip and you would immediately wipe it off with your sleeve in hopes you would not disturb any tired salary men on the train after their long shift from your obvious sniffles.

You reached Shibuya, finally.

You took an eager step but your feet was in place, frozen. What's wrong? Why are you stopping? those questions were swirling on your mind, your trembling hands grabbed your attention.

You're frustrated yet you can't do anything.

Do you really want to talk to him? Why are you being such a coward? Suguru could potentially disappear again, What the hell are you doing?

Why just why-

Am I afraid that he might lash out on me because I didn't want to talk to him? Am I afraid that he might say something that would be stuck with me until my last moments. Until my grave. Until after death.

In the end, you just sat there until the next train to tokyo arrives, somehow the cold chairs in the station provided you some comfort from the burning feeling inside you.

You clasped your hands together and placed them on your forehead while your knees provided support, you were in utter sadness, utter humiliation, and utter hopelessness.

Someone important to you just disappeared.

You waited until a train to tokyo was announced, your head hung low and everything was just blurry while your ears were being pierced with a static sound. Probably overstimulated from all that crying.

You came back home disappointed.

Unbeknownst to you someone was standing on the other side of the station patiently watching your every move.

Suguru was surprised you weren't reacting nor sensing his presence since you were the one among the second years known for her strong awareness. He had already suspected you weren't gonna come and talk to him but he was not expecting you more to rashly get a ride from Tokyo to Shibuya, that's more than enough for him to understand.

He understood you were somehow afraid yet he was quite upset you didn't had the courage to at least take a step and find him, he could've somehow found a way for you to accidentally bump into each other and just get things over.

Then and there, he would have said his unsaid feelings towards you and maybe just maybe..

He would've came back to jujutsu high and accepted whatever fate has in store for him but that didn't happen and never will because he already set an oath for himself that each of your feelings would never get in the way of his plan.

No. He'd never.

Then and there, he saw you get on the train, he saw how exhausted you are, he remembered how you fix your hair whenever he would approach you and whenever you would approach him yet here you are hair tangled and not a care in the world when you were about to confront him which unfortunately failed, it made him chuckle but your state right now made him stop. You were obviously crying for hours from the way your eyes seem to be puffy and red.

It made him more upset.

You entered the train, a count down began for the doors to close.

10...9

Maybe he could still get in there and tell you everything..

8...7

Maybe he could still get in there and convince you to join him..

6...5

Maybe he could still follow you to jujutsu high and get executed for good..

4...3

Maybe there's a chance..

2...1

No.

The train got on it's way to Tokyo as it's doors closed.

He pulled his hood down and continued his way because he knows his daughters are waiting for him.

"Shame..they would've loved another parent"

He bit his lips and was lost in thought

"I like you too"

Your daydreaming was interrupted by someone poking your cheeks rather aggressively, you opened your eyes groggily and saw your white haired blindfolded superior who was getting on your nerves right now.

"Oh..w-where was I again..?"

Satoru chuckled at you and shook your shoulders.

"You were questioning dear Yuuta here on why he wants to become a sorcerer!! you wanted him to answer or else you won't heal him!"

That was quite mean of you but you always knew that a sorcerer without a strong foundation is always bound to fall into their own demise just like....him

"You know..that protecting someone isn't enough"

That's right, that's what I've always said yet you always insisted. Suguru.

You were stern but you're only protecting those young sorcerers, how ironic of you..

"That's not the only case sensei.."

he fired back with more determination as if reading your mind, he clenched his fist showcasing the ring that Satoru mentioned beforehand and said..

"I wil set Rika free from her curse!"

"Standby, I'll get my materials, my technique works differently from Ieri"

The poor boy just shuddered with the thousands of horrible ways the medic has to heal someone according to some rumor (rumored by panda) and without another word you simply walked away.

A hand went up to your head and gently ruffled them. You took notice of the white glistening strands under the fluorescent lights, his blindfold pulled down as if a clear blue sky unfolds infront of you.

Satoru

"Man, you're such a crybaby sometimes, you may seem serious but I know you're vulnerable when it comes to young sorcerers"

The man simply heard silence and a little sniffle before he proceeded.

"Don't be so hard on yourself, I'm here too"

Somehow..

This scene feels familiar..

[katenikii]

JJK is about cooperation.

There's nothing I disagree with more than "JJK Is individualistic" takes. Other shonens(and shonen protagonists) are a lot more individualistic, because everybody depends on one person and this person is key to literally everything(Bleach, Naruto, OP, AoT are just like that). JJK is different.

Loneliness is one of the major themes in JJK, especially Hidden Inventory/Premature Death: Geto's descent to madness, Gojo's awakening, Toji's resentment towards the "gifted" ones, Shoko's isolation are all tied to that feeling. It's never a good thing to be lonely in JJK.

Gojo's "You die alone" view is debunked as of right now(thanks to the airport scene) and when you go back, you understand that Gojo has always taught his student to not waste their individual potential. Gojo's teaching his students to never resort to sacrifice as a mean of achieving something. But he never said anything about cooperation and weakness being equal.

The villains in JJK are also strong individually AND collectively. They never really operated alone too. Kenjaku has always had strong allies. Even Sukuna has always had Uraume by his side. And when JJK villains do operate separately, they fail. Naoya lost thrice: to Choso, where not only their techniques clashed, but their views on family, and Maki, where he underestimated her once, and then repeated his mistake .

The current narrative shows, that you have to have individual strength in order to bring something to the table, when it comes to the final fight. Gojo wouldn't have nurtured weak students. In order to rely on each other his students have to be reliable, Gege explicitly shows us when all individuals are weak, their collective effort is useless, that's why Kyoto High is a total wreck, and that's why Todo's technique works so well with Yuji, who was just a beginner sorcerer when he fought a special grade curse Hanami.

Yuji's "cog mentality" plays a huge part in this. He has come a long way, so now he's able to fight alone and take on opponents as strong as Choso. We often see him lose, but that's because he is facing opponents objectively more skilled and expirienced than him. He is motivated to get stronger not because everyone counts on him, but because in order to fullfill his duty as a cog in the mechanism, he has to be strong.

There's a pattern in Gege's writing, that miscalculation WILL cost you something, even your life(e.g. Choso's brothers, Yuki, the Zenin clan, Curse Naoya, Miwa and her binding vow). But being reliant on each other has never been seen as a weakness by Gege. If so, Gojo wouldn't have lost and we wouldn't have witnessed how Gojo's effort helped weaken Sukuna. Additionally, Gojo explicitly told us in the very beginning of JJK that he can, in fact, kill the higher-ups, but that wouldn't change much, because he needs strong allies to change the Jujutsu World.

That's why Shinjuku Showdown arc ending in real collective effort against evil is essentially proving the point that JJK is about comradery, not individualism. We'll see where this will lead us to. P.S. I would say that there is a certain type of collectivism, that Gege is criticising, that's tribalism that is so prominent in the Zenin clan and rural Japan, where there is a strong prejudice against sorcerers(Mimiko and Nanako's story) and anyone who's different(Kugisaki's flashback). Gege praises anyone who recognises that and is able to leave it *all* behind, by maybe not giving them the happy end, but a dignified conclusion.

[le-panda-chocovore]

Satosugu Hurt/Comfort + Fluff

@get0suguru I said I would so here it is !

Honestly, I don't think I'll write an entire fic but I need to get the ideas out of my head. Feel free to use this for your inspiration (and send me the link please !)

This is not properly written, this was a bullet list of ideas and I just took off the bullets because the paragraph became longer and longer and it was a mess. Feel free to use this for your own inspiration (and please send me the link if you publish something) !

English isn't my first language and I'm very tired, sorry for the mistakes.

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Geto Suguru & Gojo Satoru - 3rd year students

After Riko's death, Suguru slowly starts to spiral and question his role in the world, while Satoru starts training more and more alone and is sent on solo missions. The encounter with Yuki worsens Suguru's state.

Satoru notices that something's wrong and invites Suguru to eat something with him. Suguru feels a bit better when those blue eyes are looking at him. They make the habit of sharing a meal whenever they can.

They spend more and more time away from each other and Suguru's still spiraling, but every time they manage to meet, he allows himself to enjoy the life he has a little bit. Those blue eyes might be worth the pain.

Haibara dies and Suguru's hate for non-sorcerer is growing even quicker than before. He wonders why he's still there trying to protect them. He doesn't want to risk his life for them. He doesn't want to lose his friends for them.

A few days after that, Satoru finds his friend standing alone in the gymnasium. "You look like you're going to disappear." Suguru doesn't look at him when he answers "I'm so tired. I don't think I can keep going on." Satoru hugs him desperatly "Please stay with me. I'll figure things out, I'll make it easier for you, I'll give you everything. Stay for me. Please."

-Alternative to the emotional moment because Gojo won't act serious if he's not forced to (and because I don't know which dialogue I prefer)- Satoru, half-joking : "You look like a ghost, like you could disappear anytime." Suguru, not looking at him : "Maybe I can. Maybe I will. I can't find anything worth the sacrifice, I can't bring myself to be happy in this world." Satoru, rolling his eyes like the dramaking he is : "Duh, I'm here idiot ! Am I not the source of your happiness ? Am I not the best thing that happened in your life ? Am I not the one who brings a smile on your pretty face ? Don't you dare say that nothing in this world can make you happy when you're friend with me, dumbass !" Suguru is speechless, then he laughs and Satoru's proud to be right. Suguru calls him an idiot, but he agrees.

They're even closer than before now, always touching some part of their skin whenever they're together, and Satoru constantly reminds Suguru that everything will be fine as long as they stay together. He says things like "Look at me, I'm here." and "Can you stay for me ?" and "Remember that you're not alone" and "Just try to endure it a bit longer, I'm with you" every now and then. It gives Suguru the strength to keep going day by day despite his deep disgust with the jujutsu world.

Sometimes, Satoru is away for a long time, and Suguru is alone with the disgusting taste of the curses he has to swallow. He feels sick and awful, and he's so close to giving up everything. Satoru calls him when he can but he won't be back soon. He makes him promise to wait, and Suguru's not sure if he can do it. So Suguru crashes into Satoru's room and spends the entire time in the bed, which smells like Satoru. It helps.

One time they're cuddling in Suguru's bed (because Satoru decided he would sleep there that night) and Suguru grows an obsession with Satoru's small waist. Like, he can't stop touching it, it's driving him insane, he feels so high, like he just took every drug existing. Of course Satoru notices "Is that me or are you having an existential crisis over my waist ?" but of course it doesn't bother him at all. Now he uses this too as an argument to make Suguru stay at the school : "You can't live without my perfect body. Can you imagine running away and not being able to touch me anymore ?" The worst part is that it works.

Suguru saves the twins and kills the two adults who were accusing them, but he restrains himself from destroying the whole village. Instead, he calls Satoru who immediately teleports there despite being on a mission elsewhere. Satoru covers the crime scene and tells Suguru to pretend that the two non-sorcerers got killed during the fight against the curse. It's classified as collateral damage. The two of them bring Mimiko and Nanako to the school and teach them about the curses and the exorcists.

Now, Suguru has two more reasons to stay. He's still depressed and he still hates the monkeys, but he starts to believe that things would end up fine. He has people to protect now, he has people to love. He can fight for that.

When they graduate, Satoru and Suguru move out of the school with twins, and they take Megumi and Tsukimi with them.