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Suguru Geto x reader pt 6

hellooo, I wrote another chapter. Hope you like it.

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Days dragged on, each one feeling longer than the last. I felt ready to jump back into training, but everyone else treated me like I was made of glass. They wouldn’t let me lift a finger without asking if I needed help, as if I might trip on a flat surface. Three days of this, and I was desperate for things to go back to normal. The stitches were gone, the scab on my head had finally healed, and aside from the occasional headache, I felt fine. Watching everyone train, run, and go about their routines without me was like torture.

Still, I tried to use the time to reflect, thinking back on everything that happened on the mission. I felt a surge of pride at discovering new abilities, even if the cost had been high. Tori had finally decided she’d make her move on Nanami, and classes and missions resumed as usual. But there was still Suguru’s strange question about choice rattling around in my mind. He’d questioned whether I’d actually chosen to become a sorcerer, and I wondered if choice really mattered. Wasn’t it more of a privilege to be able to help others like this?

Lost in my thoughts, I almost didn’t realize how long I’d been staring out at the garden. The day was slipping by, and I’d promised myself I’d get some schoolwork done. As I stood and made my way along the veranda, heading back to my room, a sudden wave of dizziness washed over me. It felt as though the floor stretched endlessly in front of me. A sharp, itching pain flared in my head, and I pressed my hands to my temples as if that could dull it. Then, a strange heaviness filled my chest—sadness, maybe even fear. My heart ached, not with my own emotions, but with something darker.

Fragments of an image flashed before me—the office building from the mission. But this wasn’t my memory; it was like I was seeing it from someone else’s eyes. I realized, stunned, that I was somehow feeling the curse’s own emotions—the defeat, the fear it had felt right before I’d exorcised it. The sensation was overwhelming, pressing in on me until I could barely stand. I braced myself against the wall, fighting through the sensation until I finally managed to reach my room.

Breathing hard, I closed the door behind me, my mind racing. What had just happened?

Back in my room, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to focus. “Just block it out,” I muttered to myself. But the more I tried, the more it pressed in, seeping through the cracks. I could feel something dark and shadowy pooling beneath the surface, the same dark energy I’d felt in my domain expansion. This darkness, this “Hollow” I’d glimpsed in my fight, now seemed to move on its own inside me, stirring like something half-awake.

I knew I needed to get back to training as soon as possible. That morning, I dragged myself into class with bags under my eyes after barely sleeping, but there was no way I’d mention what was going on, not yet. Luckily, it was Friday, and the day passed quickly enough. In our last class, Tori was in rare form, chattering nonstop. I loved her, but all I could think about was getting to the training field after class. Still, I couldn’t help listening a bit as she went on about how she was finally ready for a relationship, gushing about how she couldn't wait to get to know Nanami better.

Then, out of nowhere, she broke my concentration entirely. “Would you ever consider a threesome?” she asked, her face dead serious.

I was shocked, eyes wide, trying to figure out if I’d heard her right. “Wait—what?” I blinked at her, not sure if I was dreaming.

She leaned closer, unfazed. “You know, with Geto and Gojo. You can’t tell me it hasn’t crossed your mind at least once,” she continued with a mischievous grin.

I stifled a laugh, glancing around to make sure Sensei wasn’t listening, though he was already packing up his things, clearly distracted. “Tori, what the hell?” I shook my head, chuckling. She just grinned wider, clearly proud of herself for throwing me off. As Sensei finally said goodbye and left us alone in the empty classroom, I grabbed my things, ready to bolt.

“I have to go,” I said, pulling her into a quick hug. “Oh, and for the record,” I added, winking, “of course I’ve thought about it.” Then I darted out of the classroom before she could fire back.

I went to the training grounds and found an empty corner, determined to confront this strange new power. I focused on summoning that dark energy again, hoping I could control it, bend it to my will. Slowly, the shadow pooled around my hands, just like in the fight. The Hollow felt cold but somehow alive, and as I concentrated, I could feel the emotions of others—their stress, their fears, even their fleeting excitement—like small vibrations around me.

“Heyyy, what are you doing here, monkey?” Suguru’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. I rolled my eyes, feeling frustrated. Ugh, I just need some space. I turned to see the entire group behind him, and even Tori was with them. How? When did she...?

“We’re here for practice, and you’re already here. Want to join us?” he teased, his tone sarcastic. I couldn’t help but feel a little irritated. Of course, they’d all show up now, especially since I’d been so coddled the past few days. I loved being spoiled, but this? It was too much.

I glared at him. “Yeah, sure. Why not?”

Suguru raised an eyebrow, his teasing smile fading. “Are you sure it’s a good idea? I was just joking. If you’re not feeling up to it…”

I cut him off, my voice sharp. “No, I meant it. Come on, I’ll kick your ass.” The words came out more forcefully than I intended, but I couldn’t help it. I was angry—angry that everyone was suddenly acting like I couldn’t do anything for myself, angry about the lingering effects of what had happened, and angry that I still couldn’t explain the strange emotions I was feeling.

The group sat down on the grass, and Suguru took a few steps toward me, his expression softening. “Monkey, you don’t have to prove anything. If you’re not feeling alright, we can always—”

“No, I said I’m fine.” I interrupted him again, turning on my heel and walking to the center of the field. I reached for my nunchaku, pulling them off my belt with purpose. It was time to show them I was ready.

The moment Suguru and I squared off, the air between us seemed to crackle with tension. I could feel his energy—he wasn’t holding back, and neither was I.

I lunged forward, nunchaku whirling in a blur, aiming to catch him off-guard. Suguru effortlessly dodged, his movements fluid, as if he were expecting me to strike from that angle. With a flick of his wrist, cursed energy surged from his body, manifesting into ethereal black shadows that twisted and coiled around his limbs like serpents.

"You're quicker than before," Suguru said, his eyes glinting with amusement. I didn’t let up.

I could feel his presence shift, a strange ripple in the air. His technique, Cursed Spirit Manipulation, was putting up a wall of cursed energy that I could barely break through. Each time I tried to strike, his curses were there, blocking or parrying with unnatural ease. The more I fought, the more his cursed energy seemed to push me back, making every attack feel heavier.

His eyes narrowed, watching my every move with an intensity I couldn't ignore. That wasn’t just strategy; it was like he was waiting for me to come at him with everything I had.

I threw another strike, this one coming from above, trying to break his defense. Suguru smirked, stepping back just slightly, allowing the strike to pass by him. But as I pivoted to prepare my next move, he closed the gap in an instant, using his curses to bind my arms. I barely had time to react before he twisted me around, forcing me to the ground.

I tried to kick out, using my legs to free myself, but the pressure on my limbs was overwhelming. His cursed energy tightened around me like chains, pulling me into submission. The world around me spun for a moment, my breath coming in ragged gasps. But I wasn’t done yet.

I focused, pulling the dark energy I had learned to shape. Veil of Aether—I had only just begun to understand the true depth of it, but I knew I could use it to break free.

The Hollow began to form around my hands. The black mass expanded, and I sent a shockwave of dread spiraling through the air. The emotion hit Suguru like a freight train. His grip loosened for just a moment as his own confidence faltered, just long enough for me to push free.

I shot back to my feet, preparing for my next attack, feeling the power surge through me.

Suguru blinked, the brief hesitation clearing from his expression. "Impressive," he said, but there was a new sharpness in his eyes. He liked this.

His curses flared once more, twisting around me as I tried to create another strike. They slithered faster than I could react, wrapping around me, pinning me in place. With a quick movement, Suguru appeared behind me, his arm snaking around my neck.

"Gotcha," he whispered.

I struggled for a moment, but I could already feel the weight of the fight pulling me under. He had me in a hold I couldn’t escape from. I breathed deeply, but the pressure was suffocating.

"Still want to keep going? This is kinda hot" Suguru's voice was low, almost teasing. My vision blurred as I fought to stay conscious, but I knew the fight was over. My body felt heavy, the fight draining out of me, and with a final groan, I relaxed into the hold.

I felt a bit better, the tension from the fight releasing. As Suguru let go of me, he checked to see if I was okay, a warm, almost mischievous smile crossing his face. "Maybe you should sleep in my room tonight," he suggested casually as we walked back to where the others were cheering. We swapped places, signaling that it was someone else’s turn to practice.

Gojo, ever the one to stir the group, asked, "Who’s next?" Tori and Nanami stood up simultaneously, their surprised looks meeting.

"So, it’s set," Nanami said with a grin, walking toward the field.

"Go, girl!" I cheered, proud to see Tori step up to something she wanted. As Tori and Nanami squared off on the field, I couldn't help but feel a little nervous for her. Tori had been talking about this moment for weeks, and now that it was finally happening, I was unsure if she was truly ready. But I knew she’d put her heart into it, and that was enough to make me proud.

Suguru’s hand rested around my shoulders, his fingers lightly tracing my arm, a comforting presence beside me. He seemed so at ease, as if the intensity of our earlier fight had barely fazed him. In contrast, I still felt that rush of energy flowing through my veins, the sharp sting of adrenaline mixed with the lingering ache in my body. It was hard to let go of the feeling, but being next to him helped me center myself.

“You okay?” Suguru’s voice pulled me from my thoughts.

I nodded, offering him a small smile. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just thinking.”

He raised an eyebrow, his gaze softening as he leaned in a little closer. “About sleeping over?”

“Partly,” I teased. "But mostly about Tori. I just hope she doesn’t get hurt out there."

Suguru chuckled. “Tori’s tough. I’ve seen her fight before. She’s stronger than she looks."

I glanced over to where Tori was now facing Nanami. There was a spark of determination in her eyes, her stance steady and focused. Her previous nervousness seemed to have melted away. She was fully committed now, and that gave me a sense of pride. Still, I couldn’t shake the lingering feeling that I was somehow responsible for her now, for encouraging her to push forward with this.

As the fight began, both Tori and Nanami moved with precision. Nanami’s calm, calculated attacks contrasted with Tori’s more instinctive style. It was a beautiful back-and-forth to watch, each of them testing the other’s limits.

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Sharing the tiktok link for the video i made of this. please share im so fucking frustrated and upset

y’all please look at the fucking plagiarism mess i’m dealing with on Ao3. if you know me you know i’m chill but what you’re not gonna do is steal my shit and think im about to be pussy about it

Behind Closed Doors (mine) is on the left in this comparison here and the thief’s is on the right. I commented on it and they replied and pissed me off more.

If you’ve read Behind Closed Doors you’ll only need to skim through their fic to see it’s basically exactly the same. but with genshin characters added. i gave them the receipts they asked for

i have even more examples but if you want the Ao3 link to drag them let me know because i’m fed tf up

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Between Curses and Connection (JJK fanfiction)

Hii, this story is set in times when Gojo and Geto were in school.  It is Geto x fem reader Its my first fanfiction after not writing anything in years, I hope you enjoy it.  __________________________________________________________

"Come on, give it another shot," Geto encouraged, his voice steady and warm, radiating an unshakable patience.

"Easy for you to say," I mumbled.

"Hey, what are you two up to?" a familiar voice called out from the doorway. I turned to see Gojo, leaning casually against the frame with a smirk playing on his lips. As Geto's best friend, and in some ways his brother, Gojo shared a bond with him that was as easy as it was unbreakable—a friendship forged through many of missions, school, and countless late-night talks.

"We're practicing a domain expansion," Geto explained, as if that was an everyday occurrence. We were in the school's gym, a space designed to handle students' powers without the risk of turning the building into rubble. Geto stood in his oversized white T-shirt, his hair tied up in that messy bun he always wore. There was a gentle warmth in his smile that made my heart do an involuntary flip. ____

Moving to Tokyo from my tiny village in the south had been a shock. Back home, I'd always had friends around me, eager to dive into every event and outing. But when my cursed technique started to emerge, I withdrew, worried that getting too close to anyone could bring them danger. My second month at Tokyo Jujutsu High was a whirlwind of learning, my only constant being Tori, my best friend and fellow first-year. She had an energy that brightened even the hardest days, and together we navigated the highs and lows of this new world.

One day, as we strolled across campus, we overheard a group of second-year boys joking loudly. Rolling my eyes, I muttered under my breath, "Honestly, boys can be so clueless sometimes."

Silence fell over them, and I instantly regretted my comment—until Geto, who stood among them, let out a soft chuckle. "You know, she's right." That was the first time I noticed him, really noticed him.

A few weeks later, Tori and I were paired with older students for a mission. As we waited on the front steps, a tall figure cast a shadow over us.

"Y/N, ready to go?" Geto asked, his warm smile setting me at ease instantly. His calm, assured presence felt like a gentle current guiding me forward.

"Suguru Geto," he introduced himself, extending his hand to help me up. I took it, feeling a strange warmth rush through me.

"You bringing those?" he nodded at my nunchaku. I felt a bit self-conscious for relying on cursed weapons, but he didn't seem to mind in the least. That mission, we talked about everything—our hometowns, dreams, even the fears. Days turned into weeks, and somewhere along the line, he became much more than a friend. ____

"What's the problem here?" Gojo's voice snapped me back to the present.

"She can't focus," Geto explained, his brows furrowed with concern before I could respond.

"It's not about focus," I protested, shaking my head. "I just can't... make it happen."

Gojo grinned, a mischievous gleam in his eye. "Maybe you're nervous with Geto watching."

"Stop it, Satoru," Geto said, tone firm but playful. I crossed my arms, cheeks flushed, as Gojo circled around behind me.

"Alright, alright. Let's help her," Gojo said, surprisingly gentle. "Your domain expansion isn't just a skill; it's an extension of who you are. Think of what you want to create or protect. Let that vision center you."

Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath, trying to ignore the hammering of my heart and focus on the images swimming in my mind.

"Now!" Gojo's voice rang out, sharp and clear.

"Domain Expansion!" I called, feeling the surge of cursed energy ignite within me.

When I opened my eyes, we were standing in a huge, surreal version of my childhood room. The pastel pink walls stretched up and out in every direction, towering like cliffs, and the dark wooden furniture loomed above us, immense and imposing. A fluffy pink carpet sprawled beneath our feet, each fiber a thick thread that felt like walking through a field. The white bed sat like a mountain in the distance, its plush sheets and pillows colossal, soft hills on an unreachable horizon. Everything was enormous, transforming this familiar, cozy space into an otherworldly, unsettling landscape where we felt no bigger than insects 

"Whoa...where are we?" Gojo's wide eyes darted around in amazement.

"Is this your childhood room?" Geto asked softly, stepping forward. I nodded, a mix of pride and nostalgia swelling within me. But as quickly as the awe filled me, a strange pulse echoed through my chest—an unfamiliar rhythm that wasn't my own heartbeat. Suddenly, I felt Gojo's excitement, electric and infectious, like a thrill that invaded my mind. Beneath it, a shadow of uncertainty from Geto, a hint of worry that made my stomach tighten.

The emotions tangled and twisted within me, clashing until I couldn't distinguish my feelings from theirs. Their emotions surged and ebbed, waves crashing against the edges of my mind, threatening to overwhelm me. Gasping, I released the domain, desperate to return to my own thoughts.

In an instant, we were back in the gym.

"That was incredible, Y/N! You did it!" Gojo's grin was contagious, but I could barely manage a weak smile. I felt disoriented, echoes of their emotions lingering, blurring the line between us.

I stumbled over to the bench, head in my hands, trying to shake off the lingering sensation.

"Hey... what's wrong?" Geto knelt beside me, his face filled with the same worry I had sensed moments ago. "You did amazing, Y/N. Really."

"I... I could feel what you two were feeling," I whispered, my voice trembling. "It wasn't just knowing; it was like your emotions were inside me. Geto... your anxiety—it was this heavy, steady thing, like it was rooting me to the ground. I couldn't tell where I ended and you two began. Everything just... twisted together, clashing and pulling me under." I took a shaky breath.

They exchanged glances, as if sharing some silent realization, their eyes lighting up like they'd stumbled upon a powerful secret.

"Emotion control," they said in unison, excitement flickering in their eyes.

I blinked, still reeling. "My cursed technique... lets me sense emotions?"

"Not just sense," Geto clarified, pride glinting in his gaze. "You might even be able to influence them."

Gojo clapped his hands, bouncing slightly. "Think of the possibilities! You could be one of the most unique jujutsu sorcerers!"

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Standing in my bathroom, still in pajamas and brushing my teeth, I heard a knock, then the door creaked open.

"Hey, babe... you here?" Suguru's voice drifted in, casual yet familiar, as he entered my dorm room. His footsteps neared the bathroom, and soon enough, his reflection appeared beside me in the mirror.

"I thought maybe we could talk about today," he said, watching me finish brushing. He gently swept my hair aside and kissed the nape of my neck. I put down my toothbrush, rinsed, and wiped my mouth before turning to face him.

Leaning back against the sink, hands gripping the edge, I stared at the floor. "I've been thinking about it all afternoon," I began, my voice low as I turned back to the mirror, applying moisturizer. Suguru stood there, all quiet, patiently, listening.

"It's just... a weird feeling," I said, barely louder than a whisper. "It felt like I was invading your space, getting in your head. Seeing you in my childhood room—it just made me feel exposed, like I was that scared kid all over again. And when I felt your anxiety..." I paused, feeling my words tighten in my throat.

Turning to him, I pressed my forehead to his chest, and his arms folded around me, his chin resting softly on my head. "I've been aware of others' feelings for a while now. Ever since my cursed technique started showing up, it's like everyone's emotions just wash over me all the time." I buried my face in his chest, voice breaking slightly as I wrapped my arms around his waist, and he held me closer.

"I just wish I didn't have to use it at all. The emotional overload is intense. And please... don't start in on 'training' again."

He laughed softly, his grip tightening. "So, you'd rather stick with the nunchakus?"

I laughed, swiping at a stray tear. "If it keeps me from spiraling, yeah—nunchakus are the vibe."

Jujutsu High dorms were basic: small room, double bed, a desk pushed against one wall, and a narrow wardrobe across from the bed. The bathroom was cozy (aka tiny) but serviceable, with plain white tiles. Not exactly luxe, but I made it home with plants, which honestly helped a ton. Even with tiny windows, the soft filtered light made it a bit of a sanctuary.

Tomorrow was a light class day, so we planned to chill tonight, as we often did—either binge-watching something or just taking a walk. I was winding down, already half-ready for bed.

I grabbed my small watering can, filling it at the sink before handing it to Suguru, who took it with a familiar nod. He knew the drill. While he watered the plants, I switched on my desk lamp, grabbed my laptop, and settled into bed. The quiet between us was calming—a comfortable silence that felt like home.

As he tended to the plants, I could tell he was mulling something over.

"I have to say it..." he began, his focus on a fern. "If we could just train one more time, I think you'd get the hang of it. That technique of yours? It's powerful." Putting the can down. His voice softened, and he came over to sit on the bed, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, giving me that look.

"What are you saying, monkey?" he asked. I couldn't help but smile, even though the nickname made me cringe. But it was Suguru, and he meant well, so I rolled with it.

With a sigh, I reached up and tugged his hair loose from its bun, letting it fall around his face as I smiled. "Fine... whatever my monkey wants," I laughed, feeling his warm hand on my cheek as he leaned in, his lips soft against mine, his other hand lightly on my waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him in closer, deepening the kiss.

Fumbling a bit, I managed to shove my laptop onto the nightstand without breaking contact. He eased me back onto the bed, one of his hands slipping under my t-shirt to rest on my waist, his touch making me shiver. I gasped softly as he shrugged off his shirt, his broad shoulders and loose hair giving him that unreal look that always left me a little breathless.

I lifted my arms, letting him pull off my pajama top so we were both bare from the waist up, skin against skin. He leaned down, catching my lips in a deep, slow kiss. His hand slid down my stomach, slipping under my pajamas. My breath hitched, heartbeat racing as his touch grew more intense.

"I love how you're always so ready for me," he whispered, his voice low, leaving me flushed. The excitement was dizzying, making me scream inside from excitement.

I stopped kissing him, focusing on my breath as he slid two fingers inside me, my back arching instinctively. Slowly, he pulled his hand away, shifting onto his knees with that smirk that always got my pulse going. With one smooth motion, he slipped off my pajama pants and underwear, leaving me bare and vulnerable.

He stepped off the bed, grabbed a condom from a small purple box on my desk, and returned, his gaze never leaving mine. Sliding off his bottoms, he rolled it on with a quick flick, then moved in close, one hand pressing into the mattress beside my face, the other settling firmly on my waist. I lifted my knees, inviting him in, and he entered me with a gentle but powerful thrust. A quiet moan escaped me as I tilted my head back, savoring the moment.

His movements matched our breath, each thrust sending sparks down my spine. His face was close, his breath warm against my skin, merging with my own. I ran my hands down his back, feeling the strength in his muscles, tracing the shape of him as we moved together.

Our kisses grew messier, more urgent, punctuated by gasps and quiet moans. His grip tightened, each motion more intense, sweat beading on his forehead as he moved, both of us lost in the rhythm.

Then, he paused, catching his breath before gently turning me onto my stomach. My face pressed into the pillow, anticipation building as he spread my legs and entered again. One hand gripped the bed frame, the other braced beside me as his pace quickened, his low groans filling the room.

As he moved, his breaths grew faster, more ragged. With a final shudder, he collapsed beside me, his chest rising and falling. I nestled into his side, my head resting on his shoulder, his arm draped around me as we let the moment settle.

"I love you, Y/N," he murmured, brushing a kiss on my forehead. Warmth filled me as I reached for the comforter, pulling it over us both, giving him a soft smile.

"I love you too, Suguru," I whispered, my voice steady. We curled up together, his arm secure around me, and slowly drifted off, wrapped in the quiet warmth of each other. ______________________________________________________________________

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