#fractures geto

[suguru-getos]

fractures // geto suguru x f!reader // chapter 1

warnings: abusive!suguru, mentions of cuts, mentions of physical abuse (choking, beating up, chaining), not for the faint-hearted. not beta'd. dead dove do not eat. summary: being a monkey is the norm except when you're captured by geto sama because he needs money from your parents. however, you may just have to suffer a little extra because of the forced thinking about the right and wrongs... you're putting him through.

it has been in total of three days since you have been caged in the geto estate, at first, your anxiety and palpitations could not let you sleep, now? you're too exhausted to have those in the first place. it was simple, your parents were millionaires and owed geto some money, they decided not to go ahead with the deal and in turn, Miguel brought you here. in the confined walls of the estate where they crush you chokingly.

it's 3 am, your eyes wide awake in the bed that you're confined to, leg chained to the bedpost and the metallic bite of the chain brushing against your skin, bruisingly. your ankle is tied from the bedpost, you could walk around only to a certain extent. why? because you tried to escape and almost succeeded. now even when you try to sleep, it serves as a reminder of how you are a prisoner here. you hate this, all of this because the cult leader named geto thinks you're useless and a monkey. you don't even have an idea what that means...

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"they have a daughter." miguel hums at suguru, crossing his arms and manspreading, sitting with geto in his office. the feline eyed man raised a brow, "is that so?" "Interesting..." he hums again, feet tapping on the floor. "Miguel, how does she look like?" his voice laced with curiosity echoed in the room which had the two of them contemplating future plans. "wait, i have a picture.."

and there you were, papped and captured from your morning errand, holding your coffee in your hand and wearing a white tank top, and some parachute pants. you were beautiful, suguru could almost call you perfect. if only... you were not a pathetic monkey. he hates them, and they have no place in his world, they will never be a part of his world...

"i just want to go home- i don't have any idea what you're talking about." another flashback rang through your mind. your first day here, comprising you begging and whimpering against the ropes of the chair you were tied to. "of course you don't, your parents do. your opinions are worthless in this anyway." geto looks at you with disgust, his eyes carry a strange emotion... he just, hated you for existing. nothing else. mere existence...

"fuckers like you who have no morals whatsoever have no other choice but to kidnap huh? fucking asshole!" you snarled, screaming out in frustration. you had no idea how your life could change so easily. a large hand wrapped around your throat the next instant, choking the life out of you with no relent. you struggled, eyes widening and feet kicking with wheezing gasps. "you see?" geto hums, leaning in against your ear and gravely whispering, "this is how easy it is for me to kill you, you're nothing. just a worthless piece of shit born to create curses in this world."

you couldn't do anything, your hands were tied up, you could only see the life you had, flash in front of your eyes before you passed out. suguru has no idea of his strength with a feeble human yet. he leans back, noticing the prominent bruising on your neck once your head leaned back, limp and lifeless. he yanked his hand away, putting some sanitizer on it. "pathetic." he hums, gritting his teeth. you were so weak... so fucking weak and still all you had to do was use that pathetic mouth didn't you?

geto left you there for the night, a very minuscule part of him feeling upset over the way he treated you, he would call himself an asshole for it if it was a sorcerer, but you weren't one. who cares if you're not a sorcerer anyways...

the next day, your eyes blinked awake, a hiss escaping you when you noticed you were still tied up, some of the blood circulation stopped because of the ropes tying your body to the chair. you wanted to scream, but your voice box hurts after yesterday. a grim reminder of what your kidnapper was truly capable of. you sniffled weakly, senses in fight or flight.

before your pitiful breakdown could even commence, manami opened the door, watching you with the same disgust her 'geto sama' carries... what is wrong with these people? truly? why do they look at you like you mean nothing. like you have done the greatest sin of the earth just by being born? "good morning, here's the thing. geto sama has informed your parents that you're under our custody, if they agree to give the money then you're safe to go, or we kill you." she shrugs. killing... is it that normal of a thing to say?

your eyes widened at the sheer panic of it, manami noticing the palpable fear in them and laughing, walking closer to you and untying you roughly; ignoring the scratches the rough rope surface would gift your skin. "take a shower." she yanked you by your hair, throwing you on the floor.

a loud whimper escapes you when your ribs collide with the solid marble, your body was still recovering from being tied up. what is wrong with these people? you're sure you have some visceral damage at this, your internal organs hurt with that throw, blinding pain in your sensitive scalp because of the hold in your hair. suck it up... you need to suck it up. "shouldn't you- treat me like a human at least? if my parents come back for me?" you grunt, using the aid of your palms to get up, a little dizzy.

manami cocks a hip out, "geto sama was right, you have a smart mouth for a monkey." she scoffs, walking outside with a hold on your nape. you stumble on the floor, how is this woman so strong? you couldn't understand why... you couldn't budge in her grip on you.

everything is hazy after, except you were force-fed hot soup for telling geto to kill himself during dinner, and not fed at all the next day, getting captured as well for running away and now a chain on your ankle.

you close your eyes, hugging yourself tightly. you need to be your own comfort. you have to be your own comfort. but its hard... the way they look at you, the way they treat you, everything is making you wish you were better off dead. why are your parents taking so long in the first place? what's wrong with them really?

your body is exhausted, unable to keep up with the constant stress. you do end up getting dazed to sleep. although its filled with nightmares. you're woken up to an echo of a voice.

"good morning, i'm sure these don't feel good." geto hums, and you jolt awake, leaning instinctively against the headboard. eyes glossed, fear dancing through your nerves. you don't respond. why is he here? "i didn't think you were that dumb to try to run yesterday." he clicks his tongue, looking at you. gosh you still have the popped lip from when manami hit you after getting caught. some of it is in your nose too. geto sighs, its the way you behave that he gets conflicted. he has always been an underdog supporter, now a bunch of powerful sorcerers were torturing a frail human just because of money...

maybe he should do you a favor and kill you instead. he could just tell your parents that they delayed in sending the sum of money and take the money anyway.He wants to stay true to his word but also wants to return you to them. another part of him... which he hates the most, almost wants to hug you and apologize. That part is the reason you're being treated this way.

"you're not answering me." he raises a brow, watching you shiver with fear and flinch at the tone of his voice. "I'm sorry, won't run again." you managed to say meekly; within three days of you being here, you look like a completely different person. your neck is bruised, your face is bruised, your hair is a mess, you are chained to a room. it is drastic for you, geto knows that. "hm, you know the consequences aren't too great, i would just listen to me if i were you." he adds on, watching your shoulders slump in defeat. my god were you beautiful, you were perfect in his eyes, someone he should have taken on dates if his life was normal. thanks to your disgusting kind, his life isn't normal.

"manami will come to you with breakfast." he stands up with that, and your heart races. you hate that woman and the way she treats you. you wouldn't say geto is any better but at least he isn't downright awful... so far. you nodded, getting up to go and shower at least. the clank of chains in your ankle echoes in the room, and it makes geto stand still for a moment. the flash of his little girls caged haunts in his eyes. isn't he doing something similar to you.

"y/n." he says your name, watching your eyes slowly dart towards him. "if you behave for a few days, the chain will be gone."

you don't respond to that, walking away. suguru bites his lip, he hates this feeling he's getting. a frog in his fucking throat and it's just been four days of you being here. he shouldn't deter from his thoughts like this anyway. you're a monkey, a useless monkey who should be killed as soon as possible.

manami comes in with breakfast and you could only manage a few bites despite not being able to eat properly. manami was not that mean today, all she said that she expected you dead but you're not yet. she says this everyday, nothing ordinary.

meanwhile, your parents have decided to actually manage the sum of money, but it will take time. they inform geto of the same. your mom pathetically sobbing for her little baby girl. "don't worry, she will be alive and kicking, i will keep my word. you have 10 days." suguru cuts the phone call after.

you... would be elated to hear this news wouldn't you? you should be! and so he walks towards your room, where you were laying on the mattress, leg bruised and bleeding. his eyes widen a little. what did you fucking do?

you had a big and a deep gash on your ankle, from the looks of it, you were trying to get free from the chains. what did you even use for this? his eyes land to the sharp enough culinary knife on your bedside table. you were crazy, any other monkey girl would simply behave and let time decide her freedom. why did you want to be so miserable?

"y/n." he mumbles your name again, and your eyes land on him, "geto" you respond, you didn't even carry any malice when you said your name. he walks towards you, getting the first aid from your cupboard and tending to your leg. "if you want an easy enough death, just ask me." he's sure you'd have another panic attack at this statement. you've been having one every day for the past four days after all.

"hm, gimme n' easy death then" you hummed, emotionless as ever. "cus i think m' parents don't give a shit anyway." a stray tear escapes through your eyes, followed by a soft hiccup of a choked sniffle. geto stays quiet at that. yesterday night, he had a dream of you smiling. or what he envisioned your smile would look like... it would surely make you look more beautiful than you already are. he's so sure of it.

"it's not like that, they did contact me and soon you'll be free." he smiled, the close-eyed feline curve that charms everyone fails to work on you. "i see." you hum, and geto trifled with the metallic cuffs on your ankle, gently putting them away. he can't really let you be this miserable. it was pathetic, it was making him pathetic.

"sorcerers exist to protect the weak." his own voice echoes which he preached satoru with. a soft sigh escaping him. he hates you. he hates what you do to him and he hates how you're having this effect on him without even trying. "yeah, a few more days of me tolerating a hooker-looking pest like you." he grits his teeth, getting up. you blinked, unsure what the sudden change in his demeanor signified. all you could do was brace. brace for another attack.

suguru watches you do so, and that sends a shiver down his spine. what's happening to him? he kills monkeys without remorse! maybe he should kill you, fuck your parents, fuck their money. fuck you.

"since you really like using the knife how about i teach you how to use it hm?" you blinked when he spits those words out, feet stomping and holding the knife up. before you could even lean away he has your wrist in his hold, hot tears streaming down your face with the way your heart thumped loud from your mouth. "please please- no no- what're you-" the pointed tip of the knife glides down your skin, and despite your gutteral, blood-curdling screams and pleas, geto only lets go of your hand when he's written the word 'MONKEY' in your arm. throwing the knife away and watching you bleed.

"i hate you, stupid monkeys." he walks away with that, while you succumb to the ache and pass out. it hurts, you could feel the blood trickling down the mattress before your body lulls you to sleep.

meanwhile, suguru shuts himself in his room, the daunting sound of the door shutting down loud and him covering his ears with tears streaming down his face. what's he even doing? why did he have to do that? oh he knows why. he wanted to prove a point that he doesn't feel anything when he hurts a monkey. that he relishes in it... but that didn't happen.

didn't happen at all...

just nine more days with you until suguru geto gets rid of you and proceeds with his mission to kill all non-sorcerers.

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[knowyourplace-fool]

Bully gojo and shy oc !! Who always torments you and humiliates you. Makes you do all his works and you do out of fear. You don't question him and feels smug . He tells how he hates you( but actually he likes her a lot but he doesn't confess because ypu keep rejecting every guy so he thinks you don't accept him either) and tells you that you are just a burden on this earth but then you get into an accident and don't come to scl for a week. Gojo doesn't know what happened to you and can't find out cuz you don't have frnds either. After a week you come to schl with a bandage to your head and a fracture sling on your arm. He gets worried and clings onto you and tou lash out for the first time telling him that he got what he wanted and he could be happy now. He gets angry and kidnaps you and fucks you🙃

-> omfg YES! gojo is such a bully

-> sorry for any mistakes!

⚠️: NON CON, Kidnapping, Mean!Gojo, physically, mental and emotional abuse, manhandling, bullying, biting, groping, size difference

-> THIS IS REALLY DARK AND FUCKED UP PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK !

All you’ve ever done is mind your own business

Sure, you don’t have many friends but that doesn’t really bother you

You enjoy being independent. Your grades are high in the air, your part time job in your school is more than enough for you to live comfortably. (In this universe, inflation doesn’t exist)

You don’t really talk to anyone, not even family. Whole bunch of drama happened, and they were toxic so you ended up leaving them for university.

Everything seemed to be going as planned until a 6’4 menace walked into your life.

Gojo Satoru was your typical frat boy and the star of the university’s basketball team.

Some may even say the Golden Boy of your university. He was smart, athletic, had a good reputation among the professors and just with people in general. Not to mention, he was ridiculously handsome. Man literally had girls fighting over him.

You’ve seen him in the hallways but never actually interacted with him. He was in a few of your classes but luckily, you guys never were put together in a group.

Until today. Your prof is running a lab and gathered the smartest students he knows to do it for him. It’s kind of a two in one for him, the lab gets complete and you guys gain some experience.

Anyways, the group consists of you, Satoru and his friend Suguru and some other nerdy people

Now unlike Gojo, you already sorta knew Geto. He was really friendly and kind towards you so you were kind of excited to be working with him.

A few days into the lab and Gojo has a sudden fixation with you. Well he always had, but this lab is letting him work closely with you and it’s making his obsession worse.

You’re stupid if you think that Gojo Satoru hasn’t kept on eye out for you. Every time you walk by him in the halls, he gets a hard on just by catching a whiff of you. The cute skirts and the pastel closet you have drives him over the fucking edge.

It takes every cell in his body to resist the urge of grabbing ur wrist, pulling u into the janitors closet and fucking you absolutely dumb and stupid.

You look so cute and innocent, like a little bunny. And god, you are just an easy target to corrupt.

So, Gojo plans a party. A party on the following Saturday after your lab is complete because he knows that you’ll be free.

His plan is to get you to come, keep you company, get you a little hammered, then get a feel of your pussy. Simple plan.

It’s now up to Geto to get you to come to this party. And of course, for his best friend, he’s 100% on board with his plan.

All goes well in the lab and in your final days of completing the report, Geto asked the big question.

“Satoru and I are throwing a party tomorrow. If you’re free, we’d love for you to come. You can bring anyone you want.”

You blush. Party? Your first party? Your brain breaks out in celebration because as much as you liked to spend your weekend relaxing, you also have a severe case of fomo. (Fear of missing out)

Your eyes lit up, saying yes on the spot in excitement. The following day, you went back to your dorm and tore your closet apart, looking for a nice dress. You settled for a blue, body con, summer dress. (despite it not being a party dress but who gives af bc it’s summer)

The next night, you got all dolled up for the party. You made arrangements with Geto to pick you up. He made it on time, looking handsome in his all black fit with his hair in a bun.

You were excited… for nothing.

There was a party (a lit one), but you realized a little too late that your social skills were next to non existent. The whole time, you felt out of place. So you stood in the corner, drink in hand and watched others dance and interact with each other.

“You don’t look like you’re having fun.”

You turn your head only to be faced with a bright blue eyed man, the one and only Gojo Satoru.

“I guess partying is not my thing.”

“Oh come on, come with me.”

He grabbed your hand and headed towards the beer pong table

You and Gojo were a team and surprisingly you two worked perfectly together

The alcohol in your system made you flush, and you found yourself loosening up a bit and having a bit of fun.

Gojo’s plan seemingly was rolling out perfectly. You were a bit drunk, so he took you back to his room to “sober up” (but it was just an excuse to get u alone so he can fuck u but u don’t know that)

Now listen, Gojo got rizz alright. So imagine the look on his face when he went in to kiss you and you slapped him so hard, his face turned the other way.

“I’m not some whore you can use for tonight. I was genuinely having a good time with you, I don’t know why you had to make it sexual.”

You felt like crying. Is this what all guys think about?? Sex?

You get off the bed and head towards the door before you’re pulled back and thrown on the bed

“Satoru, stop! I want to go home.”

And just like how you did with him, he slapped you. Much, much harder.

He didn’t say anything, he just had this look in his eyes that could honestly kill. He took a hold of your wrist with one hand and let his other roam and touch your body.

He pulled your dress up, revealing the lacy, white, underwear you wore. You were a teensy bit wet, not because of him but maybe the alcohol? Or his best friend?

You don’t know, but Gojo thought the wet spot was because of him.

“Tch, saying you don’t wanna hook up but you’re fucking wet f’me.”

He pulled you closer to the head board, reaching out to his night stand and pulling out,,,, cuffs?

“Wait wait wait wait!” You say in a panic. You squirm to get your wrist free but once you feel the metal snake around your wrists and the click afterwards, you were doomed.

Your dress was ripped off by him. Your panty was somewhere on the ground and he easily took off your bra by doing the same thing he did with your dress. You laid nude under him, against your will.

As you can imagine, the night went terribly for you. You weren’t a virgin but it had been a while since you had sex (all the way back in high school) and really it was your first time with someone so experienced.

The next morning, you woke up with him cuddling you from behind while his lanky legs were intertwined with yours

You somehow managed to escape his grip and sneak out of the house before anyone could notice. You did have work, but decided to call in because of… well for obvious reasons.

On Monday, you dreaded to go to school. But with midterms coming around the corner, you couldn’t afford to miss a lecture. You dressed in baggy clothes and took a different route to class to avoid Satoru.

The day was going alright until you had to go to the library to pick out a few books to help you on an assignment.

While you were reaching on your tippy toes, someone behind you grabbed the book which made you quickly turn around. Your eyes meet his bright, blue eyes.

“You’re avoiding me now?”

The anger that overcame you in that moment was indescribable. You wanted to scream at him, hit him, threaten him or somehow bring him down, but you couldn’t.

“Did I fuck you mute? Answer me.”

You took a deep breath in and said, “leave me alone”

“Why? What, you think you’re too good for me? That I don’t have enough worth to fuck you? Is that what it is?”

He grabbed your cheeks with one hand and squished them together, pushing you back against the bookshelf in the process. He was holding you so hard, you couldn’t move.

“Listen to me, you slut. Don’t get our roles mixed here. You’re literally a piece of shit next to me. You hold no value in this world. If you died, no one would even think twice about it because no one gives a flying fuck about you. You think you’re soooo fucking special or something. You think you’re too good for everyone. Well you’re not. You’re just a broke whore, with no friends, no family, no hobby— nothing.”

He roughly let’s go of your face that you nearly fall to the floor. You tried your best but couldn’t help but cry at his words. Gojo swings off his backpack, grabs a note package and hands it to you.

“This assignment is due tomorrow at noon. I haven’t gotten the chance to start it because of basketball. So you’re going to do it for me cause you’re a worthless, bunny that has nothing else to do after school hours. And before you think about handing in something stupid, take a look at this.”

He pulls out his phone and in a matter of 10 seconds, you felt your heart drop to the pit of your stomach.

A video. Of you. Getting fucked by the Gojo Satoru. It’s evident that you’re crying but it’s easy to cover it up with an “excuse”. Your face held a horrified expression.

“P-please, delete that! Please, I’ll do it but please just- just delete the video please!”

“No, not until that assignment is handed in and I have to get 100% on it. If it isn’t handed in or I don’t receive 100%, this will be leaked to everyone in a matter of minutes. I’ll post this shit everywhere with your full name on it, got it?”

You felt like crying and throwing up at the same time. This felt worse than a nightmare. This felt worse than dying even. “Okay, I’ll try my best but I don’t know if I can get-”

“If you don’t get 100 on this assignment, I’m leaking it. I don’t give a shit. I already showed Suguru— sick bastard got off to it, and I’m sure many more will too if you don’t score 100.”

He picks up his backpack and leaves while you stood in distraught. The following night, after work, you immediately started on his assignment. You saw the assignment date and it was assigned 3 weeks ago. He wants you to do 3 weeks of work in 15 hours.

Somehow, you pulled through the night. Researching the best you can on the internet and trying to make it as best as you possibly could. You were able to send him the file at 11:30am so he could skim through it and hand it in.

You ended up leaving early for the day so you could go home and get some sleep. When you woke up the next morning, your nearly dead phone kept ringing over and over.

You pick it up and see hundreds of notifications on various social media’s and a few iMessages

Your thumb clicked on one of the iMessage notifications and there was Satoru’s name with the following message:

“I told you, only 100%”

Below the message was an image of his mark

A 98%

You swipe off of iMessage and open Instagram and boom

Hundreds of new follower requests, numerous dms and clicking of Gojo Satoru’s story, was the video of him blowing your back.

You checked Snapchat and there it was on his story too. You wanted to die. You wanted to dig a hole and bury yourself alive than live another day in this situation.

Later that day, you had received an email from the dean’s office regarding a “very sensitive and confidential” meeting that would be taking place tomorrow.

You had an idea of what it might be about but hope and prayed to god that it wasn’t what you were thinking.

But to your luck, this meeting was regarding your sex tape and how there is no longer a spot for you on the dean’s list or team.

Your whole world was crumbling apart. You spent your whole life to get to where you are today, only for him to ruin it in a matter of 12 hours.

You left the building slowly, still deeply thinking about what you could’ve done to prevent this. How stupid you are to go to that party and slap the Gojo Satoru.

“Why is this happening to me?”

All of a sudden, everything goes black.

You wake up in a hospital. Your head felt heavy and your arms was twitching. You look around and see… no one. The nurse catches a glimpse of your eyes and quickly walks in to check on you.

She explains that you were in an accident and that they tried to get in contact with an emergency contact but you hadn’t stated anyone. You stayed at the hospital overnight so they can monitor your brain activity and fortunately they were able to discharge you the next morning.

You took the rest of the week off from school and Gojo Satoru was losing his mind. He had spammed called you from various numbers but you weren’t answering your phone at all. He went from his usual mean insults to angry insults to pleading for a response back.

He doesn’t see you until Monday, with a bandage around your head and your arm in a cast which is also in a sling. He nearly runs to you, wanting nothing but to embrace you.

And he does. Holds onto you tightly, inhaling your shampoo until you knee his in the balls.

He immediately drops down and you completely lose your cool. “Don’t fucking touch me! I hate you! You ruined my life! You’re not allowed to touch me after you forced me to have sex with you and shared the video with the entire campus! You got what you wanted Satoru! You stole everything from me! Broke my entire world, burned my hard work down! Made me feel worthless! And now you want to act all concerned?! I hope you rot in hell!”

You ended up going home for the day, otherwise another headache would’ve set in. You took a quick lap before getting up and getting ready for work because those hospital bills weren’t going to pay themselves.

You had the closing shift and although working with one hand was quite the challenge, you desperately needed the money.

After closing up, the walk to your apartment is about 10 minutes away. Everything was going fine until a car quickly pulled up next to you, two men sprung out and shoved you into the car before you even had the chance to react.

One of them had his hand over your mouth while the other held your legs together.

You were blindfolded and tied in the car and after a while the car came to a stop and you were carried out.

You were thrown on the floor and when the blindfold was removed, you were met with his eyes again.

You immediately started crying. You were afraid and quite frankly exhausted of everything that’s happened over the last week.

“Please. I’m sorry. Just let me go. I’ll never ever bother you again. I’m sorry.”

You plead and beg but you hear his belt unbuckling. “Please! Please, I beg you Satoru! I’m sorry! I can’t- I can’t do it again please!”

You were left unheard. He threw you on the bed and tied your limbs to the bed. One of your arms was already in extreme pain and the other arm was starting to hurt too because of how tightly he tied you.

Every ounce of hope drained from your body when you felt his cock push into you. He pushed your head into the mattress and fucked you hard, like there was no tomorrow. Your tears soaked the mattress. Sweat, tears and snot covering your puffing face.

Satoru went on for hours. Abs glistening in sweat, his arm veins popping out because of how hard he was holding you. Not to mention his cock was coated with loads of cum.

You were passed out by the time he finished with you. Your body shaking on its on, cum dripping out your cunt and marks/bruises left all over your soft skin.

Hopefully his bunny learned her lesson.

#tw: dark fic #tw: noncon #gojou satoru x you #gojo smut #jjk x reader #jjk gojo #jjk smut #bully!gojo #gojo satoru #gojo satoru smut

[mxplesyrvp]

`•*ੈ💭`‧₊˚— whimsical whites and baby blues | feat. gojo satoru.

* ˚💭‧₊˚ synopsis — satoru thinks its dangerous for you to love him so much but he still can't help but be a little selfish, which scares him. however, you would stop at nothing to keep loving him either, even if it cost you your life.

⚘ word count + genre — 1.13k || hurt/comfort

⚘ warnings — spoilers + set in gojo's past arc, established relationship, a lot of internal monologue, less dialogue + more feels, mentions of death, very self-indulgent, not beta read. || gn!reader.

⚘ notes! — finally getting into writing after a long time and it's my first time writing for gojo! please be kind <33

you never knew that stars could taste like fractured dreams until you kissed him.

on most days, his kisses taste like clear blue skies —whimsical and full of wonder— stealing your breath with the secrets they held. but on other days, they were simple and delightful like clouds of cotton candy, each kiss a swirl of sugary sweetness. sometimes they were akin to cups of hot chocolate on a winter's night, comforting you with an embrace. other times, they tasted like stolen pancakes, crisp at the edges and soft in the centre, dipped in honey as they left a trail of golden warmth in their wake.

but now when your lips touched his, the only thing you could taste were stars so broken they had forgotten how to shine. they tasted like lost ambition, burning desperation and the hopelessness of being left alone yet again. it felt like the pleading of a worshipper whose God had left His shrine; like the silence of a lover who had had his heart broken.

when it came to gojo satoru, he liked to think that no force in the world could ever rival his strength. but this time, he had been brought down to his knees, his heart bloodied and blooming into a bruised flower, all because his God—the light of his life—had stepped over the threshold of his paradise.

even with the weight of the world on his shoulders, satoru loved you as much as you did him, despite death clinging to your lips. but no other feeling could ever compare to what he had for his best friend, geto suguru. and he was gone, taking the keys to the doors he had locked so meticulously with those cursed hands of his, for he believed that gojo could never open them up without him.

"i was starting to get used to the thought that you weren't coming back either," he said, misery sitting heavy on his tongue.

"to be very honest," you said, a small smile pulling the corners of your lips,"i was getting used to it too."

it had been over a month since you were stranded in the nasty domain of the curse you were assigned to exorcize— a hellish paradise you would love to live in had it been a real place, had it not been killing you so slow that you barely ever noticed. hours after you saw through your assignment, you knew of all the things that had transpired in the time you were held off. the assassination of the star plasma vessel, the death of toji fushiguro, geto and his new plan of action— after all, bad news had wings and the winds always favoured them to travel faster.

"i don't think I'll ever get used to this weird feeling," he huffs out, his gaze unfocused, shifting towards the window.

and you, just like always, could no longer tell if his eyes were a reflection of the sky or the sky resided within them. blue, blue, blue— so blue that you could almost see the storm brewing within them. you could tell he was lost in that storm, vulnerability teasing the edges of the surface under which he had buried it.

"what feeling?" you asked quite bluntly, bringing him back to reality.

and those beautiful blue eyes found their way into your weary ones. You would never get over how blue they were or how much you would love to drown in them, until you were that very colour and nothing else was left of you. It was a curious thing to keep guessing how much depth those eyes held and once again your mind was splintered between deciding whether they were more akin to the ocean than the skies.

"the feeling of being left behind like this," he said, the pain behind each word so pronounced that even you could feel it. "it's like almost everyone i'm associated with is always driven to the edge. they distance themselves or just....die. i'm afraid that one of these days, i might cause you to leave as well."

this time, you couldn't help but snicker a little. if you were to count the number of times you made memories with gojo, you'd find that most of them were nightmares. but even in those you could find buds of hope; because nightmares were dreams too. dreams were hopeful little things. and they were the heart's favourite delicacies for which it hungered so relentlessly.

it was a given there was no safe place in the world for people like you. people like you who carried angels within your hearts and demons in your blood, who were often brought down by that which you hunted, who carried battles in your fingertips, in every breath and every heartbeat— there was no place safer than this one for you. it was a daunting thing to love someone in a world like that, where every breath you drew could be your last. but brutal was the heart which fed on love and it would stop at nothing to want more of that feeling.

"there's no way I would ever leave on my own," you said, smiling through your teeth, "even death will be a small price to pay. he pales in comparison to what I have with you, satoru."

"and you, kind of need a hug," you added more as an afterthought to lighten the mood a little.

gojo wasted no time to pull you into him, both his hands snaking around your waist and his face buried in the crook of your neck. he smelled like caramel and citrus as usual, his breath soft and frosty hair tickling your skin.

you knew better than most humans that you did not have all the time in the world. if death wanted you, he would find you even if you tried to hide from him. but for now, it was helpless against the sun inside of gojo. the sun within him didn't shine like early morning warm rays but it burned like wildfire. it burned so golden that it was almost white, scorching your heart in the process. and he still believed that he was safe— safe enough to love you and for you to love as well.

he knew very well that the sun inside him could burn the world, but he still looked at you like you were his undoing, he still held you like he wanted you to love him. and to love him was to face the wildfire inside him— to burn with him.

at that moment, you wish you could have a conversation with death. if you could, then you would look it in the eyes and say something you knew would make death's heart stop.

"if you want me, then find me in the ashes."

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Another Love // Stsg x fem!reader, s. gojo x fem!reader

a/n: yeah this one hurted...listen to these songs for maximum crying potential!

cw: death, injury, cursing, angst, comfort.

wc: 5k

The look on his face was unforgettable. Yaga-Sensei informs his remaining students of Suguru’s crimes, and Satoru is shattered. You’d both picked up on his recent changes, the once warm and kind man suddenly icy–even to you two, his most precious friends. Your mouth hung in shock. You thought he was upset, Satoru and him had been bickering more than normal. You had no clue he was even capable of such a horrible thing. He killed one hundred and twelve people. He was formally expelled from Tech, all of which was relayed to you through Masamichi as if Suguru was some distant memory, like he wasn’t a major player in your life. In Satoru’s. You wouldn’t know how to be, if he’s really gone, and the vast emptiness in Satoru’s eyes tells you that he feels the same. 

It felt like someone else sat in your head, rewatching these memories. It didn’t feel like it was you looking into the glossy blues of Satoru Gojo, the other part of your soul. He was feeling fractured too, but all your mind could contemplate was your worry for the man you grieved. He was alive, now an enemy of the jujutsu world, and all alone. How could he betray you like this? Leave you two behind? Why weren’t you enough to fix it, even if he was mad at Satoru? Didn’t he care for you at all?

Gojo stared at you, the last piece of himself he had left. He could tell you were about to snap, to start panicking and shaking and he would have to keep you calm. Suguru’s made such a mess, he bites down on his bottom lip to keep from crying as he reaches out for you, and he’s horrified. He realizes he doesn’t know how to comfort you. He realizes that was always Suguru’s job, to say the magic words and ease your worries as he held you in his broad arms. Satoru was…the comedic relief, at best. He didn’t know what to say, shaky hands he didn’t even recognize extending for you. To his relief, you fall into his hold without him having to say anything. He hates himself for not being more emotional. He wishes he could be vulnerable like Geto, he wishes he could open himself up and tell you that he’ll take care of you. He wants to say that you two still have each other, and that Suguru will come back to you two someday. But the words can’t fall from his open mouth, the tears in his own eyes haunting his brain and corrupting every memory of his best friend. 

He loves him, he loves him the same way you do, the same way he loves you, and what he thought was the same way Suguru loved you both. He feels lost already, and it’s pathetic. He can’t be a leader, he can’t support you and make it better because he’s never even done that for himself. Suguru was the backbone, and he’s never felt so worthless. He wants to hate him, for doing such an awful thing, for making you feel so bad, for breaking your hearts. But he knows he can’t. He knows as hard as he tries, he’ll cling on to the image of the happy man with his arms around you both, the man who used to carry you on his shoulders and tickle you until you gasped for air. 

But now, you struggle to breathe in a much more devastating way. Your chest heaves, the only thing you can feel is Satoru’s rigid body supporting the weight of your own, and what feels like the weight of the world crushing your body from the inside. 

Until you hear the familiar hiss of a dragon. You gasp, sitting upright and holding on to Satoru’s shoulders to get a look of the summon outside. Surely he wasn’t here, not after what he’d done, but why did your heart pound at the chance to see him one last time?

“It’s him.” You say, awestruck as you scramble to your feet. You run to the courtyard, trembling. Gojo feels similar, curious to hear Suguru out. You stumble out from the shadows of the building, looking up at Suguru sitting on the back of his favorite dragon manipulation. 

“Suguru…” You pant, and despite sprinting here, you knew it was because of the situation at hand. He smiles at you, and for one split second it’s like nothing’s changed at all. His eyes are still warm when they look at his friends, his expression still calm and amused. 

“Y/N,” He hums, the way your name rolls off his tongue so easily nearly fools you into smiling too. “Satoru.” He hums the same easy way, making the man close his eyes to imagine different circumstances where he could enjoy the sing-song nature of his voice. 

“What have you done..?” You ask, shaking your head in disbelief. He rolls his eyes, though it seems it’s in annoyance rather than anger. 

“Ah. Yaga-sensei is quick.” His gaze flickers to his other friend, wondering what he was thinking. You seemed to beg for an excuse, and he wanted so badly to convince his loved ones to his cause. “I had no choice.” 

“Bullshit.” Satoru spat in disbelief, eyes wide to reflect this. “You had to kill an entire village?”

Your breath catches in your throat again. You don’t want them to fight, it’s the last thing in the world you can stomach, the love you have for them is so overwhelming sometimes you put aside your own best interests to work towards theirs. “Please, Suguru, explain!”

He sees your clenched fists and teary eyes. Suguru knows your emotional cues better than anyone, and he knows how to use this to his advantage too. “Y/N, my sweet girl…if you would have been there, I know you would have done the same.” He starts, appealing to your empathy. 

Satoru narrows his eyes, hating the insinuation that you could be just as bad as the man staring down at you both. He’s devastated, the man he sees is a shell of who he used to know. His Suguru has died, he doesn’t recognize this version of him. He’s at a loss. Suguru beckons you closer, and your feet drag toward him, standing at the base of his dragon, he can touch you if he wants. He smiles at your trust, and Satoru stares at you with fear. He knows what comes next.

“They had two poor little girls locked up, starving and beaten..just because they’re sorcerers.” He tells you, knowing he had no chance of convincing Satoru to join him. Satoru was too stubborn, his will too strong. The way the man he used to love stared up at him was foreign. He didn’t understand the emotion brewing in his eyes. But you, you still looked at him with hope. With that, he could win you over. He could keep one of his soulmates, and without you, the other would be broken beyond repair. Suguru could only hope to keep Satoru away that way, if he struggled with the loss of both of you, he may fail to get in his way later. If your life was at stake, Satoru would always be cautious, so even if you came to see Geto for the monster he’s becoming, he could leverage your possession against his most dangerous enemy. 

“I actually came because I was hoping you would help me look after them. I have no idea how to raise two children, you’re…you’re the best woman for the job and I think we could show them a healthy love.” Suguru sweetly says, and in his heart of hearts he wants this to be true. He wants you to blindly follow him and comply so he can keep his love for you high. He needs you to. Satoru’s heart pounds, drowning out what’s being said. 

“You–” Your brows shoot up in surprise as he takes out his phone to show you a couple pictures he had taken of the young girls. They were adorable, and clearly scared. Your heart warmed at the idea of him saving them. It was enough for you to see the good left in his heart, and to believe that with your help, you could bring him back to the right path. “How old are they?” 

Suguru smiles. His obsidian gaze flickers over to the paralyzed superhuman Satoru Gojo, his lips parted in protest but no words coming out of his mouth. He reaches for you, so Suguru brings you closer and sits you in front of him. You gasp at the change, but you’re devastated at the closer look of the two, their faces bruised and beaten. Anger licks up your body and Suguru grins in satisfaction again. “I’m not sure, I think five or six. Yes, they were hurt badly. I think…I think they could use a mother. Help me with them, I promise you’ll be safe with me.” 

Satoru makes a choked sob, shaking his head defiantly. “No, Y/N, no, stop this right now! Get down from there!” He demands, stomping over to the side of the summon you sat atop. 

“Satoru..” You beg, hoping he could see the reasoning in your eyes. “Please. I can help him.” You insist, smiling warmly at him. You were too good for them both. How could they steal your glow? Satoru shakes his head. He knows you can’t see it, you’re too kind to see, but Suguru is unsaveable. 

It devastates him to say it, to come to that realization himself makes him give up on happiness just a bit. But he still has you, he has to have you. You can’t do this too, even if you’re trying to be a savior. He can see the nobility on your face, you’re determined to fix the relationship between the three of you. You know this is a way to avoid conflict, and you could always be in Suguru’s ear to come back home and make things right. 

Suguru grins wickedly behind you. You’re so sweet and full of joy and hope. You believed in your ability to reconcile them all, and Suguru thought it would be interesting to see you try. 

“He can’t Y/N! Please, don’t you do this to me too! Get the fuck down!” Satoru finds himself begging, his voice thick and cracking with the tears he knew would fall when you denied him. “Please.” He closed his eyes now, knowing it would be easier if he didn’t watch. 

“She’s coming with me, sorry Satoru.” Suguru hums, decidedly not sorry at all. “I’m sorry it had to end this way.” He adds, and perhaps he means that much.

“I love you, Satoru. I’ll be back soon.” Your voice tells him you’re smiling warmly, and he forces his eyes open to see it. The sun shines on you two like you’re angels, even though you’re breaking his heart. Your innocence, Suguru’s careful manipulation, he’s devastated. 

“I..” He tries to admit the same, having never brought himself to it before. He knows this could be the last time, but he has to believe that Suguru loves you as much as he does, and wouldn’t betray that bond since you joined him. He gives himself this gift of hope, knowing he had to see you again. “Y/N, I l—” 

Geto doesn’t give him the chance, taking off with the dragon, his arms draped around your waist. Satoru thought he was shattered before. He didn’t even know what to think of himself anymore. Suguru and you were his measure of love and empathy, morals and happiness. He couldn’t protect those that he loved most, what was the use of being The Strongest if you can’t save who you want to save? 

You–with all the hope and determination in the world, it broke him to know that Suguru counted on that. He would use you, and suck all that beauty from your soul. His soul was missing, split in two on dragon back somewhere far from him. He loved you both so fiercely, and where did that get him? On his knees in the courtyard, staring down at the cement ground beneath him wondering what he could have done differently to have you both by his side. 

He would never love someone the way he loved the two of you. 

The only form of love he experienced was for the boy he saved from the Zen’in clan, and he hardly filled the need of partners. He was a snarky shit of a kid, though Satoru expected nothing less after dealing with his father a few years back. 

He thought about the two of you every day, hoping that you were safe and staying out of Suguru’s trouble. Months turned into years, and his six year old adopted boy became a big strapping 8th grader. Every trace of Suguru came with a trace of you, though your energy was weaker and weaker on him every time. Satoru didn’t know what to make of that. Has he been hurting you? Were you breaking away? 

The traces of your cursed energy grew so weak he could barely sense you on him whenever he found Suguru in the alley that day. They reflected on simpler times, when all three of you were happier people. He admitted that he had been growing unkind to you, but never physically hurt you ever. He did value your help with the girls. He apologized. He wished he could have it back. He confessed his love for the man about to end his suffering, and begged him to find you and pass the message along too. 

“Please, tell her I’m sorry. She only ever wanted to save me. Tell her I love her, too.” He croaked with a sad smile, looking up at his former friend with a mixture of despair, surprise, and adoration. He didn’t think he deserved to be afforded such kindness. But Satoru was always brighter than him, so of course he would smile and laugh with him in the end. 

“I will.” He said, smiling sadly. It tore him apart to see Suguru like this. He was in pain, but he was regretful. He wanted a redo. Satoru wishes more than anything that he could give it to him. But he can’t. He can only detail the flowing length of Suguru’s hair–he sure has let it grow long. He wonders if you like to run your fingers through it. He can only remember the familiar warmth that returns to his black eyes, cherishing that sweet hum of his name. 

When he walks away from the alley that day, he knows he’s ended a piece of himself forever. He can only hope the last remaining piece can navigate her way back to him. Knowing you, you’re too prideful. You probably think that he doesn’t want to see you, or that he’s angry. He was, of course, at first. He was heartbroken and hated Suguru for taking you, too. He was angry at you for prioritizing Suguru over him. Couldn’t you tell that he needed you too? 

But he forgave you long ago. He remembered your sweet face swearing to return, your only goal was to reunite everyone. While noble, he had to admit it was stupid—no, naive. You saw the best in Suguru even at his worst, and in a way Satoru is happy you were by his side in his last few years. 

Once again, you’re on the forefront of his mind, not to say you ever left his present thoughts. He had just gotten better over the years at compartmentalizing for his own sanity. He had been able to focus on caring for Megumi and even a few other students he had grown to care a lot for. But now he worries about you more than ever. 

You were spending your time chasing down Kenjaku, trying to figure out a way to retrieve Suguru from inside. It never worked well, all your studying at the library and other underground circuits yielded little results. You knew Mahito was suspicious of you to begin with, and even more so now that Kenjaku had revealed your relationship with both Suguru and Satoru. He was concerned about your loyalty, especially seeing that Suguru wasn’t your Suguru anymore. He was gone. All you could cause for them at this point was trouble. 

Except they could use you as a message. The veil they set for you was clever, repressing your cursed energy to a minimum. You didn’t stand a fighting chance. They planned this perfectly, beating you to an absolute pulp. Mahito split your face in several spots, and your ribs absorbed many blows. You wonder if any of them broke, your mind a scrambled mess of thoughts and feelings–white hot pain interrupted your cries. Kenjaku-Suguru held you up to be his curse-counterpart’s punching bag. You wonder why they don’t kill you, they fully could with such a clever trap as this laid. You could feel the rain start to pour, their veil lifted. You’re so out of it by now that it hardly mattered, eye and lips swollen and bleeding, body aching just with breath. You continued to wonder why, why would they do such a thing for show? That didn’t make sense.Not until you felt his energy prickle at the back of your neck. You looked around wildly for him, but he still isn't visible. Maybe he was just now approaching, you were always sensitive to his energy footprint after all. The curses sense him too, dumping you on the ground in a pile of bloody flesh and broken bones. 

For a minute, you think you may just give up and die right there. Everything hurts, deeper than the physical. You felt like a stupid girl, placing your hope in Suguru and believing yourself capable of bringing him back. Even Satoru knew that wasn’t possible. But you, relentless you, stuck to your guns even after Suguru was killed. You were determined to do it, to retrieve him and find Satoru and make everything better. Maybe that blind optimism was easier than this alternative, crying in the pouring rain, abused body begging for relief. Your heart and conscience is heavy with the realization that you had made the wrong choice. That there was nothing you could do to bring Suguru back to the light. You want to cry, but you know it will hurt too bad to shake with your anger and disappointment in yourself. 

“I’ll get him back for this, don’t worry.” His voice was stern, sure of itself, and it paralyzed you. It had only deepened slightly since the last time you heard it, but it was still familiar to you somehow. You felt him crouch down and pick you up, and suddenly the heavy raindrops weren’t dropping on you anymore. You hiss at the pressure of his arms cradling you to his chest, looking up at him as if you needed to confirm your suspicions. 

Satoru frowned softly, sad and stormy eyes surveying all your injuries. You nod, averting your gaze. He knew you would be reserved when he found you again, but it hurt him to see you recoil from his touch. He blamed the damages you endured, but he still fought unimaginable rage from finding you this way. Another part of him was relieved, because now that you were here in his arms, you would never be hurt again. 

“Hey you.” He said with a soft chuckle, pressing his lips to the top of your head to get your attention. “I miss you all this time and now you wanna play hard to get?” He teases, heart panging at the guilt on your face when you oblige and really look at him for the first time. His breath catches in his throat, you were still captivating, even with a broken nose and swollen eyes and numerous other cuts. Based on your energy alone he could tell you were still you. Where Suguru had changed in every way, you had just acclimated enough to get along, but you were still the girl he fell for in high school, he just knew it. He had to fight collapsing into tears just from having you back. He knew you needed these wounds cleaned up and a good shower, and he surely would never let you go again. 

So he did the sensible thing and teleported to his place, gently sitting down on the couch with you still cradled like a baby. You were conflicted. Of course you were relieved that he was the one that found you, but goodness if you didn’t hate yourself. You weren’t ready to be confronted with all these regrets and the nasty rage building in your chest. 

“Satoru..” Your broken voice calls up to him, croaking and coated with emotion. What was there to say? How could you possibly communicate all of this sourness in your soul? How could you ever hope to earn his trust, his love, again? You open your mouth to begin with a simple I’m sorry, but he pushes some hair out of your face, gentle hands carefully avoiding your cuts. 

“I know.” He smiles softly, sliding out from underneath you to grab some clothes from his room. You sit, simmering in the anxiety and nerves you have to face him nearly ten years after abandoning him for the third member of your trio. He returns with a t-shirt of his and a pair of boxers that you’ll have to use as shorts and underwear, and a towel. “You don’t have to grovel. Let’s get you cleaned up.” 

He had to put a smile on his face by force. He had to be strong for you, that was the only way to fully get you back. You had to trust him, and as much as he wanted to storm out and find that curse, he knows you need him. He’s wondered if this moment would ever come to pass, as he turns the shower on and watches you pathetically try to strip yourself he sighs. You’re home. He’ll do whatever he has to do to make you come out of your shell. He’ll buff out all the cracks Suguru left in you both, and he’ll fix everything. He knows you feel guilty, but he knows you love him too. You were the one who said so all those years ago. 

“Need some help?” He asks, warm hands slipping under your shirt to help slide it off. You looked at him with that same pained look you’ve displayed the entire time, and it breaks his heart. He just wants your eyes to shine again, he knows that one day he can restore your brightness. Your chin wobbles, and he knows you’re about to cry. He reaches out, cradling your face. “Don’t cry. It’s okay, I’m just happy you’re back.” 

“That’s what makes it so hard.” You whisper, your hands closing around his wrists. “You should hate me for what I put you through.” You say, shaking your head as he continues to peel your matted clothes off, revealing more blossoming bruises and clotted cuts. He hissed at the sight, clicking his tongue as he left your side. He just went to turn the water on, but you watched him like your sentence was going to change his mind. 

“You did what you thought was right.” He defends your intentions, testing the temperature with his hand before motioning you over. You walked on shaky legs, but he held his hands out to catch you if you started to fall. He sighs, peeling his own clothes off and discarding them. He knew you wouldn’t be able to shower like this, you’re doing your best to stand upright. 

“But it was stupid.” You sigh, your head throbbing from all the impact and the intense emotion in the room. 

“It was stupid, but you did it because you loved him, and you loved me. C’mon. In you go, sugar.” He defends again, lifting you into the tub. You didn’t care much that you were both naked and in the shower, the two of you missing each other so badly none of that mattered. Of course he loved your body, but he wanted to clean you off and nurture you back to yourself before he made any move in that regard. That didn’t stop him from lathering up a washcloth and running it over your body, scraping caked off mud and coagulated blood. 

“I regret it.” You whisper again, the warm water on your back and his even warmer hands pulling you into his chest made your muscles relax for the first time in a while. 

“He loved you too, in his own messed up way.” Satoru sighs, one long arm wrapped around your waist, the other holding your head against him. He petted your hair and kissed the top of your head, the tears he cried for Suguru all dried up. He holds your face in his hands again, thumbs rubbing circles in your skin. The water ran an ugly murky brown color, but your body was returning to normal before him. “I know you’re sorry. I don’t want to hear you say it again. I love you, in my own messed up way… so let’s…be us again.” 

He sighs shakily, knowing he wasn’t very gifted with words. He cleanses your body, eyeing your face for a reaction. 

“Sato, I..I don’t deserve it.” You shake your head, almost embarrassed for him to take you back so easily, for him to tell you he loves you like you never broke his heart. 

He lathers shampoo this time, gently raking his fingers through your hair and massaging your scalp. You were slightly surprised at his gentleness as well, not knowing him to be a patient or easy man. You suppose he changed a lot, on his own. “You deserve it because I said so. I’m ten times happier right now than I was when I woke up this morning. So shut up, let me clean you up, and we’ll go to bed.” 

He smiles, guiding you under the stream of the showerhead and grinning as you comply. You didn’t tense or jerk away from his touch, and he would celebrate the little victories as they came. You didn’t protest as he finished, he wouldn’t allow you to reciprocate any help in the shower, claiming he helped you because you were near collapse. 

When he turns the water off and carries you from the tub, the lightheadedness you feel has to agree. He towels you off and helps you into the clothes he brought. He even carefully brushes your hair. He hoped you were noticing his ability to care for you, it was something he had been working on. Tender displays of affection, genuine acts of kindness, his work with his kids taught him this. He takes you to his room, applying cream and bandages to all your wounds. 

He looks so focused, tongue poking out of his lips and brows furrowed together. It’s like no time has passed. It’s like another night in the dorms where you fool around and watch tv, except it’s nothing like that and ten years have gone by. You want to cry, you want to hug him, you want to sleep. You want to replace what he lost–what you took. “How can I make this up to you?” 

He cups your cheeks in his hands again, placing a sweet kiss to your lips, careful with the cut that split your lower lip in two. Your question is ridiculous, but then again you’ve always been silly. Being alive was good enough for him.

 “You already have.”

#Spotify #kyleewritesjjk #satoru gojo #gojo saturo #jjk gojo #jujutsu gojo #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #geto suguru #stsg x reader #jjk x reader #jjk angst #gojo angst #gojou satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader

[neonscandal]

Have you seen the update of JJK? What do you think about Yuuji/Megumi as ship?

Update like chapter 251? Bestie, I called it. 😭 Unless you mean the update that's making the rounds from last year about Gege Akutami saying the series will end this year which... I'd be surprised if they pulled that off.

ITAFUSHI

I adore Yuji and Megumi. Not because I think they're some second iteration of SatoSugu but because they're at odds and it just... works. Gege Akutami knows how to capitalize on dissonance. But I think, where Gojo and Geto were complements to one another, mutually exclusive in a lot of ways, Yuji and Megumi overlap a bit. But what keeps them at odds keeps them interesting:

Megumi, the boy who welcomes death in every fight for seemingly no reason, and Yuji, the boy who persists (with his second.. and third chance at life) to live but feels guilt in every breath.

Megumi, cynical and aloof, and Yuji, benevolent magnet for loyalty.

Megumi, who felt compelled to look after Yuji despite his inclination to not overextend himself, and Yuji, who is compelled/damned to look after everyone.

They're an iteration of Grumpy x Sunshine, which is one of my favorite dynamics, but sunshine is a hairline fracture from laying himself to ruin. How much longer can Yuji be interminably compassionate when he struggles to save.. anyone?

#neon asks #anon asks #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #itafushi #yuji itadori #anime #itadori yuji #megumi fushiguro #fushiguro megumi #manga #satosugu 2.0

[moraxine]

Echoes of The Heart [III]

pairing: gojo satoru x fem!reader // geto suguru x fem!reader

genre: angst, future smut

words: 3.2k

summary: Having Gojo Satoru as a roommate comes with a weekly price. And while your best friend is busy fucking random people almost every Friday night, this time you find yourself at a nearby bar, where you meet a mysterious man, Suguru, that has his ways of entering your heart.

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The contrast between the euphoria of your night with Suguru and the scene that greeted you at home was stark. Your steps slowed as you entered, your heart sinking at the sight of Gojo sprawled on the couch, surrounded by half empty bottles. 

The air seemed to thicken with tension, and your happiness faded like a fleeting dream. Instead, guilt started taking over you immediately, the events of the previous night starting to make you sick.

No matter what, you and Satoru shared everything with each other. And whatever the issue, you always talked it out. From the dumbest of things to the most serious of decisions, none of you made a move without the other one knowing.

Perhaps you had underestimated the issue. 

As soon as he noticed your presence, Gojo got up - his anger evident, his voice laced with frustration. "Where were you?" he demanded, his words cutting through the silence of the room. "And why the hell didn't you reply to my messages?"

Your heart sank at the realization; You were too preoccupied to check your phone after leaving work. 

The weight of his anger hung heavily in the air, and your heart raced as you tried to find the right words to explain your absence and the tumultuous emotions that had led you to this point. The warmth of your encounter with Suguru seemed to have been replaced by a chill that seemed to seep into the very air around you, leaving you torn between the past and the present.

"Are you my mother or something?"

Your weak attempt to diffuse the tension with a joke was met with a cold silence that seemed to hang in the air. 

Gojo's gaze held a mixture of frustration and hurt, his eyes narrowing as he looked at you. "This isn't a joke, y/n" he retorted, his voice sharp. "I don't appreciate being ignored." 

The weight of his words seemed to carry a sense of betrayal, a reflection of the pain he felt at your absence and your apparent disregard for his situation.

What the fuck was his situation anyway?

Your attempt at humor had fallen flat in the face of his raw emotions, leaving you at a loss for words. The lightness of your earlier encounter with Suguru seemed to be swallowed by the gravity of reality, leaving you torn between the conflicting emotions that had come to define your night.

In that moment, the laughter and shared moments seemed distant and unattainable, replaced by the jagged edges of hurt and misunderstanding that had fractured the now fragile bond between you and Gojo.

Your explanation carried a mix of frustration and hurt, your words revealing the emotions that had driven your earlier actions. "You ignored my calls, Satoru," you said, your tone holding a touch of defiance. "I was shit worried when I didn't find you here in the morning. I've been trying to reach you all day but you just decided to ignore me. So don't try to lecture me for the bullshit you started," Your words seemed to lay bare the underlying tensions that had brewed between you, leaving you standing on opposite sides of an unspoken divide.

However, Gojo's response shifted the tone of the conversation. His words carried a hint of exasperation and dismissal, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Are you still in high school, y/n? Was that your stupid little revenge on me? Grow up," he retorted, his tone tinged with sarcasm. 

The conversation seemed to circle around the unresolved issue that lingered beneath the surface. Your frustration deepened as Gojo avoided your questions about his earlier absence once again, his insistence on knowing where you had been seemingly more important to him than addressing the rift that had formed. 

The silence that followed was heavy, leaving you standing in the midst of a storm of emotions and unanswered questions.

The air seemed to thicken with a mixture of tension and curiosity as Gojo repeated his question after a while, his gaze fixed on you. "Where were you, y/n?" he inquired, his voice holding a note of urgency that contrasted with the lingering unease between them. 

He took a desperate step closer to you. 

You took one back.

You met his gaze, your expression a blend of resignation and honesty. "I was out," you admitted, your voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability. "With the guy I met yesterday. We went for a drive and stuff..." Your words hung in the air, a confession that seemed to bridge the gap between your actions and the unspoken curiosity that had driven Gojo's questions. 

He cringed.

Was it so bad? Meeting someone and spending time together to get to know each other better? How else were you supposed to act? For once in a long while, you felt attracted to someone who wasn't a straight up douche. In fact, Suguru lit up the candle of hope inside you, hope that you weren't a lost cause, hope that someone was actually willing to try with you.

Never once did you attempt to get in between Gojo and his weekly female guests. Never once did you say anything to make him feel guilty and that's because you respected his decisions, even though they sometimes made you feel uncomfortable.

Gojo's anger was evident, his voice laced with a mix of frustration and genuine concern. "You go out at night with people you barely know?" he burst out, his tone sharp and incredulous. "Do you even realize how dangerous that is?" His words held a weight that resonated in the air, a reflection of the worry and fear that had gripped him during her absence. The tension in the room seemed to intensify, a testament to the emotions that had been building beneath the surface.

Your gaze met Gojo's, your expression a mixture of defiance and confusion. "I'm a grown adult, Satoru," you replied, your voice carrying a trace of frustration. "I can take care of myself."

Your words were a reminder that your decisions were your own, even as you acknowledged the legitimacy of his concern. 

Okay, maybe it was your fault, kind of. Sending a text to just say that you'd be late wasn't such a difficult thing to do. But as much as you'd like to apologize, that prideful part of yourself held you captive.

The room seemed to crackle with the intensity of your conflicting emotions, leaving you both standing on opposite sides that had been exacerbated by misunderstandings and unspoken fears.

"At least I don't fuck people I don't know." You added, your voice laced with an inexplicable pain. Adding fuel to the fire was only going to make matters worse, but you just couldn't hide it. You felt like being held at gunpoint, which was completely unfair.

And yes, it was none of your business. But deep down, you knew that Gojo could do so much better than bring a new girl over every two weeks.

His scream cut through the air, a visceral expression of your own emotions. "Yes, to fucking block you out!" he shouted, his words echoing in the silence that followed. The weight of his confession was heavy, his anger and desperation woven together in a tapestry of complicated emotions. The room seemed to vibrate with the intensity of your exchange, leaving you both exposed and vulnerable, his confession laid bare for the other to see. 

In that moment, the lines between anger and affection, hurt and love, seemed to blur, leaving you both standing on the precipice of a choice that could either mend the rift between them or deepen the divide that had formed.

The charged atmosphere between you seemed to ignite as your frustration reached a boiling point. With a burst of determination, you pushed past Gojo, your actions fueled by a mixture of anger and hurt that had been building throughout your conversation. 

He was out of his mind. 

"I have nothing to do with your stupid hook-ups," you declared, your voice slightly trembling. The distance you put between you seemed to reflect the emotional distance that was starting to grow between your hearts.

You were utterly, wholeheartedly confused. This was the first time you saw him in this state; angry, drunk, hurt.

Hurt?

Why would the Gojo Satoru, the conqueror of female hearts, be hurt? And if so, how did this hurt relate to you in any way? If anything, you went out of his way and always gave him privacy without a second thought. What was his problem?

Gojo's actions were abrupt, a physical manifestation of the turbulent emotions that had been swirling between you. He reached out and grabbed your arm, preventing you from leaving and pulling you back towards him. As your eyes met, the intensity of his stormy gaze held a mixture of sadness and longing, a reflection of the complicated emotions that had come to define your relationship. 

"Don't walk away from me when I'm talking to you." His response was sharp and cutting, his words carrying a sting that seemed to pierce through your heart. 

"You can be so stupid sometimes y/n," he said, his tone a mixture of frustration and resignation. "When you connect the dots in your stupid fucking head, let me know." His words held an air of finality, a suggestion that there were depths of emotion and turmoil that he had kept hidden from you.

In response, your question held a touch of resignation, a weariness that seemed to echo the fatigue of the emotions that had been consuming them. "Or you can just tell me?" you offered, your voice a blend of urgency and vulnerability. "Why do I have to guess?" Your words held a bitter undertone, a reflection of the frustration and pain that had driven you to this point. 

The room seemed to hang heavy with the weight of your shared desires and the unspoken challenges that lay ahead, leaving them standing on the precipice of a decision that had the potential to shape the course of their relationship in ways they had yet to fully grasp.

"It shouldn't even be a guess at this point."

This was exhausting. Trying to read between the lines out of nowhere felt like searching for a needle in a haystack. 

And the air seemed to carry this sense of exhaustion and resignation as well, leading you to attempt to diffuse the tension. 

It was all too much to figure out.

"You're drunk, Satoru," you stated, your voice carrying a note of weariness. "Let's talk about it in the morning, okay?" Your words held a glimmer of hope that the light of day might bring clarity and resolution to your conflicted emotions. Perhaps you could get him to be honest, without the influence of alcohol blocking him.

You decided not to push him further, since he seemed to be starting to calm down. Despite your curiosity, which was eating you up more than ever, now was definitely not the right time to start a conversation about his cryptic confession.

Besides, you had some dots to connect first, like he expected you to.

Gojo's response was muted, a simple nod that seemed to carry a sense of detachment. "Whatever," he replied, his tone tinged with a hint of indifference. He walked away from you, sinking back onto the couch, his body language reflecting the weight of the emotions that had been laid bare during your confrontation. With a shake of his head, he grabbed his phone from the coffee table, starting to dial a number.

"Won't you go to bed, Satoru?"

"Fuck off already, y/n." 

Fine.

Your steps quickly carried you upstairs to your bedroom, your actions punctuated by the slamming of the door shut. 

The room seemed to reverberate with the echoes of your heated exchange, a testament to the intensity of your emotions and the unresolved issues that had been left hanging in the air. As the night drew on, silence settled over the house, a quiet precursor to the conversations and decisions that awaited you in the morning light. 

Hopefully.

As you prepared for bed, the earlier events still weighed heavily on your mind. The silence in your room seemed to echo the unresolved emotions that had come to define the night. Just as you settled into bed, your own phone illuminated with a new message. 

You heart quickened as you read the words on the screen, a message from Suguru that cut through the quiet of the room.

I can't wait to see you again.

A faint smile formed on your lips.

The message seemed to carry a promise of continuity, a thread of shared experiences that held the potential to reshape the course of your thoughts and emotions. As you lay there, your mind a whirlwind of conflicting desires and unspoken fears, you couldn't help but wonder how this new message might fit into the complex web of emotions that had come to define your heart.

Your fingers gently danced across the screen as you typed your response, your heart carrying a mixture of excitement and anticipation. Your smile was growing bigger, a reflection of the emotions that had been stirred by Suguru's message.

Someone's gotta be patient until Friday night :)

You typed, your words holding a sense of excitement. The exchange seemed to carry a feeling of renewal, a glimmer of hope amidst the uncertainties that had defined your night. 

Yes ma'am.

Your eyes rolled jokingly.

Thanks for tonight, I enjoyed it a lot.

With a sense of resolve, you hit send, the message disappearing into the digital realm, carrying with it the echoes of a connection that had been forged under the stars and the weight of the emotions that had been shared in moments of vulnerability and truth. Suguru solely reacted to your message with a heart, probably choosing to start a conversation at a more appropriate time.

As the quiet of the night settled around you, you felt the weight of your emotions begin to ease. The events that unfolded earlier, the confrontations and confessions, the highs and lows, all began to fade into the background as the pull of sleep tugged at your consciousness. 

With a soft sigh, you allowed yourself to surrender to the embrace of slumber, your thoughts and worries gradually giving way to the tranquility of dreams. 

As your eyes closed and your breathing steadied, you drifted into a world of dreams, where the complexities of your reality were replaced by the soothing currents of the subconscious. And in that world of dreams, the echoes of your encounters with Suguru and Satoru continued to dance, weaving a tapestry of emotions and desires that would linger on the edges of your consciousness until the morning.

Or not.

The tranquility of your sleep was abruptly shattered by a series of sounds that cut through the stillness of the night. Your eyes fluttered open as you listened, your heart racing in your chest at the realization of what you was hearing. 

The moans that echoed through the walls seemed to carry a weight of their own, a reminder of the complexities and entanglements that had come to define your relationship with Gojo.

As the sounds continued, a mixture of emotions swirled within you. Confusion, hurt, and a sense of unease blended together, leaving you lying in bed, unable to escape the echoes of the intimate encounter that was taking place in the next room.

You grabbed your phone from the nightstand to check the time.

3am.

The room seemed to close in on you, the walls bearing witness to the tangled web of emotions that had come to define the tumultuous journey of your heart. 

And in the midst of the darkness, you found yourself grappling with the realization that the lines between desire and pain, between longing and uncertainty, had become blurred in the wake of the events that had transpired.

The weight of the unexpected sounds hung heavily in the air, a stark reminder of the unspoken agreements and boundaries that had just been crossed by your best friend. 

Your muttered words, a simple "what the hell," were a reflection of your surprise and frustration at the situation that had unfolded. The room seemed to be filled with a mixture of emotions, from disbelief to a sense of violation, as the sounds continued to reverberate through the walls.

The realization that Gojo had breached your agreement, that he had brought someone into your shared space in your presence and despite your understanding, deepened the sense of unease that had settled over you.

The boundaries that had been set between you seemed to have been pushed aside in favor of just another fleeting moment of pleasure. 

In the midst of the night, with the echoes of intimacy surrounding you, you caught yourself grappling with the complexities of your emotions and the question of where your own desires and boundaries lay.

Maybe you should have been more clear about things with him. Or maybe you shouldn't have agreed to this shit occurrence in the first place.

Your frustration and discomfort seemed to drive your actions as you eventually got up and banged on the wall with your fist, a desperate attempt to signal your presence and displeasure at the situation that had unfolded. 

Your actions were a mixture of anger and an attempt to assert your own boundaries, a way of reclaiming the shared space that had been invaded.

But the response you received was unexpected, the sounds on the other side of the wall taking a more intense turn.

Gojo's actions, as if in defiance, seemed to deliberately escalate, the woman's cries of pleasure growing louder. The situation was charged with a mix of emotions, leaving you standing in your room, confronted with a raw display of desire and a confrontation of boundaries that had now been pushed to their limits.

The storm of emotions was unavoidable - from anger and frustration to a gnawing uncertainty about you own place in your best friend's life.

As the sounds continued to echo through the walls, a realization settled over you like a heavy blanket. It became clear that Gojo's actions were driven by more than just the pursuit of pleasure; there was a deliberate intention behind them. The knowledge that he had brought someone over as a statement, a way of provoking a reaction from you, was a bitter pill to swallow.

But despite the surge of emotions and the tumultuous night that had unfolded, you found a sense of determination within yourself. You refused to give Gojo the satisfaction of reacting in the way he had likely intended, though you had already made the mistake of marking your presence just a few seconds ago.

So instead, you chose to withdraw, burying your head under the pillow in an attempt to block everything out. And in the midst of your turmoil, exhaustion eventually overtook you, pulling you into the embrace of sleep. 

As you drifted off, you couldn't escape the weight of the impending confrontation that awaited you in the light of a new day, a confrontation that had the potential to reshape the dynamics of your relationship once and for all.

moraxine, august 23

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[yhwhsdaughter]

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Gojo Satoru x Female Reader

“Suguru is dead.”

His vibrant eyes note the tiredness in your expression, the solemn look that overtakes your form. He had yearned that meeting you would have been under different circumstances, one where he didn’t kill your soulmate.

You blinked. “I see.” It went unsaid how you’d felt part of you fracture, the string of fate pulling your feet here. Every step you took was for him, though all in vain. You couldn’t take his body, even if you tried, not that there was a point. Nothing could bring Geto Suguru back. Turning heel, you began to walk away.

Satoru’s hand shot out, securing itself around your wrist, “Where are you going?” There was a hint of desperation in his voice. Your gaze trailed down, observing how his slender fingers grazed your soulmate mark— Suguru.

“Away.”

Satoru’s brow twitched at the vagueness of your statement. “You can’t go out there alone. They’ll come for you.” He says sternly, almost as if reprimanding you. He wouldn’t let them take Suguru’s body nor you. “I’m not going to let anyone hurt you, [Name].” Headquarters would order for your execution. His fingers squeeze at the notion, and as you try to pry away, “Stop.” It was for your sake, though it was mostly for his. Gojo Satoru could not lose you.

“I don’t need you to worry about me.”

How can you say that? As if it’s something he could actually do. “You have to listen to me, [Name]. I won’t let you leave.” Your skin pulsates at his touch, wondering if the bruises that would inevitably form— would they erase Suguru’s name, the ink that marred your flesh? Would he vanish completely? After all, that was the only physical evidence of the connection you shared.

“Please, I’m trying to help.”

Satoru kept his voice even, although it was obvious that the situation was bothering him. He shouldn’t have to fight you over this, knowing of your tendency to prioritize others before yourself, especially when it came to Suguru.

“I don’t want your help.”

You couldn’t even look at him, your gaze focused behind Satoru. The wind ruffled through the wild tuffs of your hair. “Don’t be so stubborn. I’m trying to protect you!” He’s frustrated that you don’t acknowledge the gravity of the situation. “I think you’ve done enough.” Your voice is soft yet firm. There’s no anger behind the words, just coldness. Were you that uncaring? Satoru wishes he knew what was going through your head—what your silence signified.

He spent years contemplating your absence, wondering if you even thought of him at all. There was no goodbye. Suguru had taken you with him without notice. Satoru felt robbed of your presence. “[Name], you need to understand,” he says, his tone pleading.

“You need me.” I need you.

“I don’t need you.”

That statement hurt him deeper than you could ever realize. Only you could be so cruel with your words. His affection towards you was a curse, one that had attached itself into his being, fermenting.

“You’re wrong.”

You needed him. He would take care of you. He could take all the love you had for Suguru. He would take your sorrow, if you wished. “Let go.” He couldn’t. Even if his arm was amputated, it would not sever his will to release you from his grasp. “Why?! Why do you keep fighting against me?!”

Satoru felt that he was failing in every way. He couldn’t save Suguru, but he could protect you—his beloved. He was the strongest, after all. “Why can’t you just listen?”

You pulled, “Stop.”

“No,” Satoru says stubbornly. “I’ll never let you go.” His face is tense. “I’ll never let you leave, [Name],” he repeats. He wouldn’t let you leave again. “Stay with me.” The words pour out of his mouth desperately, blue eyes flickering over your face, trying to memorize every line and curve. He wanted to understand, he wanted to know the baggage that you carried under those deep eyes. “Why?” For a moment Satoru feared he’d voiced those thoughts aloud. His hand tightened against your wrist to the point it hurt, enough to break a bone. “Please, [Name].” He repeats the words he’s said a thousand times already, hoping for a different answer this time. “I… I need you.”

“I need you,” he repeats softly.

You sighed, defeated. Satoru released his hold, staring at you in silence. You rub your wrist, and his face stiffens at the red imprint of his hand on your skin. Without warning, his body moves and envelopes yours in a hug. His chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath, like he’s in a rush to hold you as close as possible. Satoru’s large hands press against the back of your head and waist, securing you to himself. He feels you motionless, arms hanging at your side, not making the effort to return the embrace.

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[mistershr1mp]

Sorry one last thing. It is actually driving me insane how dense people are being about especially whether or not Shoko cares about Gojo.

First and foremost, being a jujutsu sorcerer IS a curse. It means that you are constantly conditioned to perpetuate violence and be desensitized to death and loss as a means to accept how truly suddenly you can lose anyone. It’s a motivation to be strong and not get left behind. This also means going down this path actively fractures relationships and pulls people apart from emotional bonds as to not get too attached (tho obviously, with every close romantic platonic and familial relationship we see it daily, because love perseveres as much as curses do).

Between Shoko’s already sheltered nature due to the utility of her abilities needing to be protected, naturally becoming conditioned to death and loss of her peers intimately as a doctor, and the disparity in strength between her, Gojo, and Geto, emotionally she feels ignored and casted to the side, but most importantly like she couldn’t ever reach them. This is the same vice versa with Gojo and Geto. Because of the immense amount of trauma as well as the nature of what it means to get stronger none of them could communicate nor reach the other.

Despite this literal and figurative gap, her actions and thoughts prove that she cares immensely about Gojo and Geto, and she goes out of her way to reach them in other ways. Something she does know is that Satoru is strong, and I don’t think until the fight actually happened she ever thought there was even a chance he could lose (we see her look genuinely distressed and get distracted as the fight goes on). This is a plan that was absolute last resort that no one wanted or thought would happen. She doesn’t have time to grieve, she doesn’t have time to object anymore. Satoru is gone and everyone is putting their life on the line to defeat the very prevalent threat in front of them. This is also an end Gojo accepted and I don’t think her objection would have changed his mind (however he obviously longs for that validation but can’t receive it bc he’s had to push everyone away since Geto’s defection).

It’s a horrible, despair inducing end for Gojo. It is heartbreaking to see his body reanimated for violence and bloodshed by a student who he tried to preserve the youth and innocence of. But to blame Shoko, who literally does not have another choice and is too occupied with saving other sorcerers and helping defeat Sukuna by healing people to pretend Geto was the only person who cared about Gojo is lunacy. She’s just as emotionally stunted and everyone processes emotions differently.

Gojo, Geto, and Shoko were the best of friends and loved each other immensely. They just didn’t know how to handle the world around them and were unable to communicate and reach each other fully. This is just my opinion tho so what do I know lmao

#I do fear some of you guys hate women idk tho #I just wonder if the outrage and villinization of this underused side character would have been the same or Nanami or Yaga agreed to this #anime #shrimptextpura #jjk spoilers #jjk 261 #jjk #gojo satoru #shoko ieiri #long post #be honest do yall even gaf or should I just be quiet

[doumadono]

It's been a rough start to a new year for me already. I was wondering if you could do Geto or Nanami comforting their s/o that goes non-verbal when they learn a close family member passed away? Happy new year btw!

"I got you" - Nanami x Reader

A/N: I'm saddened to hear that you're going through such a difficult time. Facing the loss of a close family member is undoubtedly a heavy burden. If you would need a listening ear, I'm here for you. Happy New Year to you too, nevertheless

JUJUTSU KAISEN EMERGENCY REQS

The soft glow of the evening sun painted the apartment in warm hues as Nanami returned home. The air held a sense of quietude, disrupted only by the subtle sounds of utensils clinking and the rhythmic hum of a familiar tune playing softly in the background.

As Nanami entered the kitchen, he found you focused on chopping vegetables. There was a serene rhythm to the way you moved, a practiced routine that brought a semblance of normalcy to the space. The aroma of dinner in the making filled the air, a comforting undercurrent that momentarily eased the tensions of the outside world.

"Hey, babe." Nanami joined you, offering a silent acknowledgment of your presence. The shared task of preparing a meal became a silent communion, a language that required no words. However, as the evening progressed, the tranquility was shattered by the persistent ring of your phone.

You glanced at the caller ID, and Nanami could sense the shift in the atmosphere. He observed as you answered the call, the lines on your face deepening with each passing second. The conversation was a storm brewing in silence, and when you hung up, your composure fractured.

As the phone slipped from your trembling hand, you sank to your knees, the weight of grief pulling you down. Nanami, caught off guard, rushed to your side, concern etching his features. "What happened?" he asked, a rare urgency in his voice.

But you remained silent, your eyes brimming with unspoken pain. Gasps escaped your lips as tears cascaded down, each drop a testament to the sorrow that enveloped you. Nanami, normally a man of measured responses, felt a surge of helplessness.

"Tell me," he urged gently, crouching beside you, his hand hovering in the air, uncertain whether to touch or to give space. "I'm here for you."

Your silence persisted, the weight of the news rendering you unable to articulate the pain within. Nanami, sensing the depth of your anguish, chose to embrace rather than interrogate. Kento knelt before you, his strong arms enveloping you in a comforting embrace, pulling you close to his broad chest. The rhythm of his hand rubbing your back mirrored the soothing cadence of his voice, "Whatever happened, I'm here, I'm here, babe."

As the minutes passed, he sensed the need for a change of scenery. Gently lifting you from the kitchen floor, Nanami cradled you in his arms, carrying you to the bedroom. Carefully tucking you into the sheets, he ensured you were cocooned in a haven of comfort.

After settling you in, Nanami, mindful of your well-being, ventured back to the kitchen. He poured a glass of water, knowing hydration could be easily overlooked in times of distress.

On his way back to the bedroom, he hesitated briefly, contemplating the boundaries he was about to cross. Yet, driven by concern and a desire to understand, he picked up your phone. With a sense of unease, he unlocked it using your pin and noticed an unread message.

"The funeral will take place this Friday at noon at the chapel of…"

Nanami's gaze lingered on the words, a somber recognition of the reason behind your anguish. He closed the message with a solemn understanding, refraining from delving further into your private conversations. The weight of the unspoken truth settled heavily in the air.

Returning to the bedroom, he set the water on the bedside table, choosing not to mention what he had discovered. Instead, Nanami settled beside you, his presence a silent reassurance. He offered the glass, "Drink. It might help."

You obediently took a sip.

Nanami gently held you at arm's length, his hands resting on your shoulders as he looked into your tear-filled eyes. "Hold up," he said, his voice a calming force amidst the chaos. "I know it feels like everything is meaningless now, but you don't have to say a word. I understand what you're going through." His gaze held a profound understanding, an acknowledgment of the weight you carried. "Grief is a heavy burden, and it takes time," Nanami continued, his tone steady. "You don't have to navigate this alone. I'm here for you, even in the silence. Take the time you need," he added, his hands now resting on your arms. "I'll be here, no matter how long it takes."

Nanami, with a quiet sigh, settled into the bed beside you. The mattress creaked slightly under the shared weight, and he looked at you with a sad yet tender gaze. As your hand found its way around him, and you hid your head under his shoulder, sobbing silently, his heart ached with understanding.

He felt the dampness of your tears on his blueish shirt, a tangible manifestation of the pain you carried. Nanami began to rub your back soothingly. "I got you, baby," he murmured, his voice a soft reassurance amid the echoes of grief. "I got you."

In the cocoon of the dimly lit room, Nanami embraced you, becoming a haven for your sorrow. His rhythmic gestures on your back were a silent pledge, a promise to weather the storm together. As your tears continued to soak his shirt, he held you closer, anchoring you in the shared warmth of your sorrow.

In the silence of his embrace, you found solace in Nanami's arms, navigating the tumultuous sea of grief.

#emergency request #jujitsu kaisen #nanami x reader #jjk x reader #jjk imagines #jjk x you #nanami x you #nanami kento jjk #nanami kento imagine #nanami kento x you #nanami kento x reader #jjk imagine #jjk fluff #nanami fluff

[suguru-getos]

//fractures// geto suguru x f!reader // chapter 2

🔗-> part one

warnings: hurt-comfort, mentions of wounds, mentions of stitches, guilt, complex emotions from suguru, panic attacks, reader is in a dark headspace, fluff too!! 🙂‍↔️💅🏻

story summary: being a monkey is the norm except when you're captured by geto sama because he needs money from your parents. however, you may just have to suffer a little extra because of the forced thinking about the right and wrongs... you're putting him through. the affection you’re forcing him through…

chapter summary: suguru tends to you after the whole ordeal caused by him, still conflicted & somehow tortured with the way his heart pangs at your condition. 🩷

a/n: please comment down below if you want to be tagged in the taglist <3 thank you ‼️ it's so evident that i'm just writing this for my own silly liddul heart TT_TT

an hour, at maximum. an hour had passed from when geto left your bleeding, tattered body on the bed. the mark of 'MONKEY' with deep, gashing cuts and the way your blood oozed out of your injured, broken skin was haunting his very core. he did it majorly for himself, just to remind himself that you're one. you're nothing but a monkey and monkeys shouldn't have the freedom of life. monkeys are filthy- monkeys breed curses- monkeys are disgusting and vile- monkeys-

his own feet betrayed him quickly when he found himself running for your room. the cream colored satin bedsheet stained with blood. your foot prints stained with blood directing towards the bathroom. his can feel his heart sink at the sheer amount of blood loss. jaw clenching and a soft wave of anxiety which ripens with every passing moment hugging him. did you… die? no, no its just been an hour-

he rushes to the bathroom door, watching you lay limp, holding a piece of gauze in your bloodied hands. you must have passed out by trying to give yourself first aid. he falls to his knees, tears in his eyes seeping through at the sight of usual color in your lip faded to discoloration. you look so peaceful when you sleep. he finally notices the wound inflicted by him on you, it was looking lethal. a striking reminder that you were a monkey and he was, well, a monster.

he doesn't understand what's happening, he was pretty clear that he needs to irradicate the whole human race, he has to. only those with superior selves, who can withstand not creating a curse should be allowed to live. how will he achieve this milestone when his heart weeps at the sight of one pathetic little human half his size losing consciousness.

his bulky and sturdy arms wrap around your body, hugging you closer to him and taking you to his room. your room was a blood bath anyway, he needs to ask the servants to clean it up. gently placing your body atop the plush mattress of his room, he took out his first aid kit, good thing you had been passed out. your wounds are deep and require stitches. he can't bear any more of your screams now without breaking like glass. his mind has already decided to punish him with repeated rings and episodes of your cries and wails when suguru did this to you. he wishes they could stop - he wishes they never stop. he needs to be punished.

bringing your wrist close to him, he decides to stitch those gashes up, watching your face every few seconds. you were knocked out cold, not an expression on your pretty face. he feels like it’s a win, when you'll be awake, at least you wouldn't see the word 'MONKEY' engraved on you… then again, it will scar, and it will scar bad. "you're pathetic" he hums at your sleeping form. "fragile, useless, powerless, pathetic." he adds on, the sentence more a reminder to his own self rather than for you. you're not listening to this anyway. "I could snap your neck like a twig and you wouldn't be able to defend yourself. anyone I call my family could." he sighs, fuck - he's tearing up again. you almost look dead over just an anger tantrum of his. he really needs to be very careful. you're like a little bunny who could die at the slightest bit of carelessness.

a few hours pass with suguru holding your hand, observing the crests and troughs of your sleeping face, how your chest barely heaves but still reminds him that you're alive. he couldn't be more glad that you're alive. he hates that. he hates that it brings him joy that your heart is still beating. he hates that you are bringing him joy and copious amounts of guilt.

"geto sama!" nanako gleams from outside his bedroom door. he wipes his tears at the sound of his adopted daughter's voice. "yes? what is it?" he hums from inside. "the monkey isn't in her room!" she pouts from outside, and suguru gets up to open his door. the teenager watching you lie down on geto's bed with a face of confusion. why were you laying down on 'their' geto sama's room? you- a monkey- the look of disgust in her face is inevitable.

"relax, nanako." he hums, "we need to return her to her parents after 9 days." he responds with his usual close-eyed feline smile. "yeah, but why is she here?" she pouts, "she's too pretty for a monkey though-" a frown envelopes her face. "I agree." suguru looks at you momentarily, a moment of longing and guilt erupting from the depths of his heart before quickly snapping out of it. "I got angry at her, and punished her." he continues, while nanako could see with the way the gauze bandage on your forearm was inflicted with dark reds of blood, that you indeed, were punished. "what did she do?" she asks instinctively and suguru gnaws at his lower lip.

nothing. you did absolutely nothing.

"well, she is a monkey after all." nanako adds, shrugging. "her purpose is as our 'money collecting monkey', isn't it?" she asks him, and he faintly nods. "well, if she really made you angry, geto sama. I suggest you can kill her after getting the money!" she chirps as if it was the most normal thing to say. suguru, on the other hand, feel sickened to his stomach at the thought. "hmm. I need some time alone, nanako" he declares, watching the teen leave his room and locking his door.

he's quick to grace himself in the sanctuary of your presence though, hand back holding yours. "just nine more days of you here, monkey." he reminds both of you. "then your parents will come and get you and this wouldn't exist." he smiles, a sadness spreading across his face.

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you don't wake up for one and a half days. the exhaustion on your body, the lack of nutrition and the loss of blood demands rest. AND, geto suguru is absolutely tweaking!

he sat next to you, watching you gently, leaning beside you against the headboard. you didn't wake up. he hasn't showered, hasn't gone out of his bed. his family thinks its weird, but they don't push him. suguru is a tantrum king after all, and a pissed off suguru chan is best avoided. the next morning, you're awake before noon. suguru hasn't budged, he has declined all his meetings, all his catch-ups, everything. why? he doesn't know that now, his mind doesn't give him the time to reason for any of it right now. the hollow pit of anxiety that was created was now a bottomless one. he wanted relief from it, he wanted to see you awake! shoko- maybe he needs to talk to shoko-

you shifted a little and his attention is immediately diverted to you, looking at you with the biggest sigh of relief possible. "ah-" a pained whimper escaped you, it hurts everywhere. your ribs hurt, you can barely breathe, tears sting your eyes as you groan, trying to get up. the lack of iron in your body making you dizzy. "good morning, it's afternoon now." suguru hums, just 7 days with you. why is he counting days like a mad man in prison?! before you could process anything, your eyes widened when you heard his voice, heart fluttering out of your very chest and breathless pants echoing in the room. you gripped your chest, it burns, your lungs burn from the lack of air your body can't get due to the whole panic of it all. what will he do? will he hurt you again? fuck- your head hurts, everything hurts- "plea- please" you gasp out, the veins in your forehead strained and popping as you began wailing again. shrieks and cries of pain and panic.

suguru doesn't know what to do about it, he needs to hug you close and tell you it's going to be okay. he wouldn't hurt you. he feels sorry- you don't have to break apart like this- does he even deserve to say that?

instinct… he is just acting on his instinct now.

"breathe with me, ssh~ listen, listen, little one. look at me, breathe with me. deep breath in- come on- follow me-" his voice is soft, but you're inconsolable. you have your very own instinct, the instinct to flee from him. the instinct to run away from him. you struggle against his hold and choke on sobs, leaning away. suguru is quick to pull you back to him, your head against his chest, soft head pats coming after. "ssh ssh ssh~ nothing's happening, no one's going to hurt you." he echoes it repeatedly. "that's it, that's it…" his own rapid heartbeats turning calmer and calmer as your shoulders slump back in exhaustion. you stop resisting after a few minutes, letting him hold you softly.

"just seven more days, and you'll be home." suguru hums to comfort you.

"I hope you die." you mumbled with equal hatred to his comfort. may as well be killed instead of spending seven whole days with him… "I hope everyone you ever knew dies, and they die in front of you." you spit out in your venom laced tone after calming down, trying to lean away from suguru's hug.

"and? who will kill them? you?" he is almost amused, but nothing you say with outweigh his guilt right now. "let’s get you cleaned up and get you to a doctor." he announces. he still has 7 ol' days with you after all.

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teen!shoko x teen!reader where the reader confesses her love for shoko?

Hi! Thank you so much for your request! sorry for the very loooong wait, I hope you'll like it tho!

Disclaimer : English is not my mother tongue so be nice 🙏

Words : 852 words

Scenario : In which, after a particularly dangerous mission where YN nearly loses her life, she realizes that she never confessed her love to her classmate.

Teen!Shoko x Teen!F!Reader

I almost died without telling you

In the quiet of the infirmary, Shoko was preparing for the possible arrival of injured students. Her hands, accustomed to the delicate dance of healing, were steady despite the restless night.

The door creaked open, revealing the familiar faces of Gojo and Geto, and the figure they carried between them - (Y/N), wounded but alive. Shoko's eyes widened with a mixture of worry and determination.

"We thought we were going to lose them," confessed Gojo, whose usually carefree attitude was overshadowed by recent events.

Shoko approached the motionless form of (Y/N), her fingers gently brushing the injuries. "Leave her to me. I'll do what I can."

As Gojo and Geto stepped away, the infirmary became a sanctuary of quietude. Shoko's Reverse Technique unfolded like a delicate symphony, its notes weaving through wounds and revitalizing the fragile threads of life. The infirmary, usually a place of convalescence, witnessed the intricate dance between curses and the healing touch that defied their malevolence.

When (Y/N) awakened, regaining consciousness like a slow sunrise, Shoko's eyes met those of (Y/N) with unspoken assurance. The Reverse Technique had held its ground once more, stitching together the fabric of life that curses sought to unravel.

"(Y/N)", Shoko's voice, a soothing whisper, echoed through the silent room. "You're going to be fine." She paused for a moment, then continue, "Don't you dare frighten me like that again." The young student nurse then lit a cigarette as usual, relieving the pressure.

As consciousness settled into (Y/N), the gravity of the situation became apparent - a contact with mortality that left an indelible mark on the soul.

"I almost didn't make it," confesses (Y/N), his eyes reflecting a vulnerability that transcends physical wounds. "I could have died without telling you…"

Shoko's gaze was suffused with quiet understanding, as (Y/N) searched for words. "Telling me what, (Y/N)?

A sigh escaped (Y/N)'s lips, a mixture of relief and regret. "I love you, Shoko.

The confession hung in the air, the weight of unspoken emotions mingling with the lingering traces of curses. Shoko's eyes widened in surprise, a soft smile piercing her calm appearance.

"I didn't expect that," Shoko admits, her fingers tracing a soothing pattern on (Y/N)'s hand. "But I'm grateful you told me."

As the vulnerability of the confession remained between them, (Y/N) continued, "I couldn't bear the thought of leaving this world without you knowing. The reverse technique saved my life, but it was you who repaired the fractures in my heart."

Shoko's smile deepened, reflecting the feelings inside her. "Love is a force that transcends curses and battles. It finds its way into the most unexpected moments, and I'm honored to share this bond with you, (Y/N)."

In the quiet aftermath of the mission, as the infirmary bears witness to the resilience of life and the enduring strength of love, Shoko and (Y/N) face the uncertain future together. The threads of their connection, woven amid the complexities of the jujutsu world, held the promise of shared victories and whispered confessions that transcended the boundaries of the supernatural.

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"You owe me 7,000 yen Satoru," smiles Suguru, his back leaning against the wall outside the infirmary, holding out his hand to his best friend waiting for his money.

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everstill ━ geto suguru x reader

wc: 5.3k

cw: angst; self-loathing; description of a panic attack; reader is described as a chubby black woman; unprotected sex; creampies; bathtub sex; please let me know if i'm missing anything here!

notes from author: do NOT interact with this post if you are below the age of 18 ━ i will block you.

you hate the woman you see in the mirror. with every ounce of your heart, you despise her.

your brown eyes of earth and deep autumn, they pick your body apart along cruel tears and whispers so dark that you wish they’d stay hidden, that they’d disappear into a dark night, for them to never return. yet, during your eleventh hours, they do — they haunt you like ancient demons that would carve sigils beneath your skin, so that they may be summoned time and time again when your eyes meet your reflection. tonight, you mourn, feels as if it will be no different.

before you, stands a girl who pretends to be a woman. broken, so terribly and utterly broken this girl, with her dark skin littered with eons of fractures just like a vase waiting to fall apart. her imperfect body lays bare between your brown eyes, and even your tears aren’t enough to shield you from the unsightly mars you find, try as they may. your vision turns hazed and your eyes sting terribly, but still you see the weight that sits on your bones, and you believe it unsightly. you believe your belly too big and your face too round; you hate the way your breasts hang lower than they used to, how your hips crease and bend like the sides of a violin. the stretch marks that litter your brown skin, they remind you of lines carved carelessly by a dull knife and you find them hideous, where your voice disappears between your lips beneath poisoned sobs and choked back cries.

yet, oh ever-yet still, could this not be enough to hurt you? it is — it’s already more than enough, yet your cross sits heavily on your shoulders, and your crown of thorns are yet another labyrinth of invisible scars marred into your temple. there’s a pain unseen that runs beneath veins shredded to red ribbons, so beautiful in their tragedy as they pour your heart through bleeding cuts. visceral carnage told through two decades of betrayal from the people closest to you, whose tongues hid sharpened blades dipped in a purple venom, their damages still felt in their absence, a gaping chasm that you’ve placed between you and your past. it’s vast and merciless, and you’d vowed never to speak their names evermore, nevermore, and yet still, they haunt you in the remnants of their memories like childhood ghosts, and with each cruel apparition comes a clarity you wish so desperately that you’d stay oblivious to — those people of your flesh and blood, they never did care for you. and even now, they never will.

you only pray, with your bleeding heart cupped in hands painted red, that you and your broken pieces would be enough for one man alone.

there’s a sound of a door that opens in the deafening quiet, the wooden structure so gentle as it slides shut, yet it jars you so and your breath locks inside your throat. fear is familiar, yet comes to you as a stranger, it’s face so foreign and the touch of its cold fingers out of place where you’re hidden away in sanctuary. you shouldn’t feel fear when you know where you are — you’re home, and you wait between the comfort of four flaming wands for your darling to return. you know it’s only him coming back to you, but you’re so vulnerable and you’ve done everything to tear yourself apart in his absence that you panic and your skin crawls with the taste of bile in the back of your throat. you can’t let him see you like this, not when the cracks in your frame have deepened to the bone and rendered you asunder — he shouldn’t know of these demons that torture you on malevolent hymns, you pray he never will. you know what you must do — you know the door to this vast, coffee painted bathroom only stands so many steps away from you, but it seems so far all the same and the distance is daunting and you’re too terrified to move. your lungs forget the taste of oxygen and become intoxicated on the poisonous lack thereof, your heart abandons you and runs wild through a plain of darkness and every nerve tangles around your spine like a snake whose fangs bury themselves deep inside your jugular. here you stand, frozen, naked; afraid and bare just as the day you were born, and it’s in this state — a gentle knock raps against the bathroom door, one, two beats that don’t dare to catch pace with your racing heart as he calls your name — that suguru finds you.

the shoji door slides open despite the cries of your heart for it to stay closed, and the thin bamboo frame exposes you mercilessly to the man who stands behind it. you take in the picture of him in front of you; watch his eyes first melt and a smile paint his lips, before his familiar visage turns to one of worry as he looks at you, truly looks at you and sees you, just as he’s always done. he sees your puffy eyes, stricken red by tears as salty as the dead sea; your lips which quiver with the frigidness of a harsh winter’s 4 am; your chest that shutters up and down, up and down, desperate for the mercy of air and, gods, you must look so pitiful, and you hate yourself for letting him see you this way.

“angel, what’s the matter?” suguru sounds as breathless as you feel and you can’t understand why, but you’re so desperate in this moment to let everything go. you’re so close to falling apart as his hurried steps close the distance and you want to reach out to him, to hold him and reassure him that you’re fine, ‘i’m fine,’ but the words are too heavy and your cross weighs down on your back like a vice. and beneath yellow fluorescence that shines like a cruel sun, you crumble as soon as his arms wrap around your naked body.

“oh, angel… it’s okay.” suguru holds you, hushes you as your body wrecks itself apart on childish cries, your voice broken on abandon as you sob into his chest. “shh, shhh… i’m here, (y/n)… i’m here. i’m right here…”

“m’— m’so sorry, suguru…!” your hands find purchase in the dark fabric he wears, holding so tightly as you apologize and beg for forgiveness. “m’so— sorry..! m’so sorryyy…!” cracks bend the pitch of your voice and turns you into the wounded little girl who’d only ever known how to cry. “you s-shouldn’t… y-you shouldn’t see m-me like this… m’ so sorry, suguru, m’sorry…!”

suguru’s arms wrap around you tightly as he pulls your face against his chest, his chin resting atop puffy curls and his palms spread against the flat of your back. “no, no, baby, no… you don’t need to apologize to me… you’re doing nothing wrong, it’s okay.”

you feel your snot and tears staining his shirt, the feeling so ugly to you that your body feels repulsed and you want to pull away lest you dirty him any further, and it’s as he senses your thoughts and he tightens his hold around you. each gentle hush pushes gently through every sob that racks your lungs as he gently cups the back of your head and pulls you closer into his chest, as if to tell you that he couldn’t care any less about his clothes being dampened by your tears. “there, baby girl, there,” he whispers against your hair, soft, patient, and loving. “take a deep breath for me, hm? in through your nose and out through your mouth.”

biting your lip in a weak attempt to control your sobs, you do as he says, and suguru repeats the action in sync with you as his heartbeat thuds against your ears, a gentle drumming noise that grounds you against the feeling of him being here, hands pressed against your skin, lips resting atop your head. “that’s it… just like that, angel. you’re doing good.” he praises you on a quiet whisper. “one more time, okay?”

just as he asks of you, you breathe once more, imploring your traitorous lungs to do as he desires, because he desires. for him, you let him show you how to breathe, and his scent washes over you on nodes of petrichor and rain washed mountains. you breathe, and abandon all else that isn’t him, clinging to him like a lifeline, for he keeps your head above violent waves and saves you, just as he always does.

“that’s it, (y/n)… thank you.” the hand that rests on your back comes to your chin, he tilts your face upwards so that you’ll look at him and gods, the sight of those brown eyes causes your head to spin. somehow, they’re wet and his dark lashes are lined with beautiful tears, and he looks at you so tenderly, so full of care, with affection in the place where you’d expected to see disdain. “you did so good for me.” he praises you with a soft kiss to your forehead, his cool breath ghosting against your skin. “so, so good. such a good girl for me.”

you sniffle and wrap your hands around his back, feeling the need to hide yourself from him so that those perceptive eyes won’t peer down at you any longer. you feel as if you should cover yourself lest he look at your broken form with such amour, because how can something so damaged ever dare to take so selfishly? “m sorry, suguru…”

yet again, you apologize, because you’re not sure what else you can do. shame is a bitter medicine on your tongue that you force down with a grimace, your throat locks around it and your body wants to refuse it. you’re too scared to meet his eyes and you worry that, this time — this time for sure, you’ll se disgust, hatred, the very same that looks back at you in your reflection. how could someone like you, after all, so fragmented and imperfect and so horribly ruined, ever meet those eyes and accept with your heart that he looks at you and loves you despite?

and yet again — time and time again, and again, and again — he does. his touch is compassionate against your right cheek when he guides your face upwards, and his lips, they’re merciful. merciful, and loving, and tender and all when he presses them to your puffed eyelids. his thumb, even the soft touch of it alone lights your skin along glowing embers as he uses it to caress your skin and he breathes — exhale, inhale — and you mimic him in the action, so, so desperate to taste his air.

“(y/n),” a whisper of your name that echoes against coffee painted walls, it sinks into your heart and holds it close. “angel, you don’t need to apologize to me.” his kisses, they’re eons of a love you’ve only ever dreamed of having, never enough, never enough are you to ever hope of being worthy, never daring of wanting, of having. “i’m here for you.” and his lips, they linger by your eyelids, where the salt of your tears leak like a faucet. “i’m here, and i always will be, okay? i’ll always be here. trust me, okay?”

ah, and there it is. that plea, so soft it would vanish had he spoken any quieter, and yet so resolute, as it his words were the creation of the universe itself. your brown eyes water and the tears run freely, collecting atop his palm where he kindly wipes them away. you can’t trust your voice, so you grasp on to his wrist and lean further into his touch, wishing, evermore praying that you’d never depart from it and you nod. you hope and beg to the gods that would listen, that your heart could perhaps sing her broken songs loud enough for him to hear, that her voice could carry through childlike sobs and that he’d understand. he does, he always does, and he smiles down at you and takes your lips with his in a show of devotion and worship that overpowers your every sense and paints pictures of a god and his devoted follower. and that god, you find through suguru’s lips, you find that she’s you. that she looks like you through his eyes, eternal and heavenly, with her hand stretched down from the heavens, and your devotee, him. a man that holds on to your viscage with so much reverence and adoration, touching you as if just the feel of you could grant him eternal life. he revers you with his kisses, with the touch or warm fingers that leave their mark in your bloodstream, where they dance between your veins and fill you up anew. he kisses you and devours each sweet plea of his name, each fragile cry, and he paints them across his skin on amour eterno.

“lemme take care of you tonight, angel.” geto’s lips are searing across yours, where the taste of your tears sit heavy on his tongue and you remind yourself to swallow lest your heart leaps into your throat. carefully, he guides you backwards, and he’s smiling at you, so lovingly, so tenderly — just as the touch of his hands and each kiss that flutters across your cheek. soon, the back of your legs hit the cold edges of the large bathtub, and you fear for a moment — a silly, fleeting moment, that you’d fall and you yelp, grasping on to his biceps and clinging for dear life, but suguru, he holds you firm, never wavering his grip around your hip and chuckling softly when you bump into his chest.

“i’ve got you angel,” he lays another kiss between your brow before he gently pushes you down, so that you now sit on the very edge of the bathtub. “here, lemme run you a nice warm bath, okay? just sit tight and wait for me right here — i’ll start gathering everything and i’ll make it just the way you like it.”

“suguru,” before you can stop yourself, your hand flies to grab hold of his wrist, stopping him before he can get too far. your eyes, they’re pleading up at him, and again, shame dances in your gut like terrible vise. “you don’t have to…” your head shakes, and your nails dig into his skin without you taking account of your actions, only yet feeling the desperation that wraps around your voice. “i don’t wanna… don’t wanna cause trouble for you after a long day.”

there’s a soft, soft exhale that falls from suguru’s lips, yet within that breath, you hear no malice or frustration, no hint of annoyance that you’d convinced yourself he must’ve been feeling. instead, he leans down, his weight balanced on his heels and he takes your hands in his, where his thumbs trace circles across your knuckles and his touch, evermore warm. his eyes, they resemble the deepest hour of midnight, so dark and enchanting and you, you’re enraptured beneath them, your fragile heart singing his praises and glory be.

“i want to.” he utters, and in those words are a promise untold. “it’s no trouble at all. trust me, hm?” endearingly, his head tilts to the side, little wisps of black hair slipping across his forehead as he leans forward and presses his face into the bare skin of your chest. your arms wrap around his shoulders, and your face buries atop his head where his black hair tickles your nose, and you sigh, relenting.

“okay…”

he hums softly before squeezing you tighter, for a second and then more, and he presses a soft kiss between the valley of your breasts as he pulls away and sets to work. he lets the bathtub fill with warm water, a beautiful golden bathbomb from your favourite store scattering glitters and bubbling up beneath the clear water. you watch him set alight the honey oatmilk and almond scented candle he knows you love the most, and sprinkles a few droplets of lavender and grapeseed oil into the bath before shutting the water off. he’s set everything up just the way you love, ever so considerate, ever so caring, and it warms your heart and brings new tears to your eyes because you can’t understand — how could he love you so?

“is the water okay?”

you lean into the hand pressed against your cheek, falling into the warmth he radiates between the orange candlelight and smile at him, humming. “mhm… will you join me?”

“of course my love.” he whispers as he presses a kiss against your temple. “here, lemme get undressed, why don’t you go ahead and get in?”

you do as he says, sliding your legs over the white porcelain to stick your feet into the bubbly water. it’s warm, and the glitter sticks to your brown skin like a thousand beautiful shards of gold, they paint themselves over your visage in the light of fluttering kaleidoscopes. taking a deep breath, you slide in, and let yourself be encompassed by the love you’ve been presented in act of service. and soon enough, suguru joins you too, completely bare and his hair tied up as he slides in behind you, where his hands pull you snug between his legs and against his chest.

“thank you, suguru…” you sigh as your head lulls back and falls into the crook of his neck. his hands, so firm, yet careful, rub circles into your hips, molding away at each tense muscle and you, helplessly, melt. “i’m sorry i’m making you take care of me like this… you must’ve had such a long day.”

behind you, suguru presses another kiss beneath your hairline, where his lips linger with his breath and his arms squeeze you tighter against him. “it’s no trouble, my love.” he reassures you softly, as your body softens and turns to putty within the sanctuary of his embrace. “you’re going through a hard time, i don’t want you to ever apologize for that.”

“but…” your words quiver on something you don’t understand, its weight on your throat like a noose that stops your breath. you’re scared to face the man behind you, yet the comfort his arms is so profound that you consider, maybe, he wouldn’t turn you away. and your eyes — those beautiful, brown eyes of gaia, earthly mother — they look up at suguru, your neck angled up, and you find glory in his smile. “i feel like i’m a burden… i don’t…” oh god, those eyes, they overwhelm and consume you just like the night sky, where within them your reflection shines back at you like the milky way — beautiful and enchanting, but god, how unworthy you feel. “i don’t have any right to make you worry for me…”

“oh, angel…” the water makes noise as suguru lifts his hand and his body shifts so that he can turn you to the side, wanting to look at you better, for you to look at him. his hand finds home on top of your cheek where his thumb caresses your skin, tracing little hearts as they trail down to your quivering lips. wistfully, he sighs, and there’s an aching there in his voice when he whispers,

“if only you could see yourself the same way that i see you. if you could see that you’re so worthy of love, so, so worthy and deserving, you’d never think of yourself as a burden. (y/n), i love you — even through these hard days and painful nights, i’ll never leave your side. the space you hold here in my heart,” with his other hand, he reaches up and pulls your palm flat against his chest, and there’s a gentle bum, bum, bum that sings to you amorous melodies. “you have every right to hold and stay here… never for a second doubt that, okay? you’re not a burden… loving you could never be a burden.”

when he kisses you, you break all over again.

between his lips, you taste the poems of old greece, songs written for persephone and aphrodite, legends of goddesses revered and worshipped. your world spins on the winters of agape as your mouth molds against his and your hands, they desperately wrap around his shoulders and knot into his hair, where your fingers tangle and pull apart his bun so that black tresses fall and tickle your skin. oh, how wonderfully your world spins — and how precious this kiss, the feeling of his body burning you on ravishing fires that you fear you’ll turn to nothing but ashes, ashes, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

“suguru…” breathlessly, you whimper his name like a prayer for salvation, your skin suddenly hot inside the cooling bath. your very bones ache for him, and yet, your feeble soul tells you you’re unworthy, unworthy. that you don’t deserve his love.

but suguru, he proves to you that you are more than worthy.

without ever parting your lips, he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you onto his lap, fingers spread across your back before settling into the flesh of your hips. beneath his touch, you become all too aware of your imperfections, of the fat beneath your skin and the stretch marks raised like lines of a map. but before your heart withers, suguru holds you and pulls you back into him before you can fall too deep.

“you can’t begin to imagine,” his voice, so soft, so sweet, it rings in husks against the shell your ear where he nibbles and bites, the sensation of his tongue sending shockwaves down your spine and you grip him tighter, moaning. “how much i absolutely adore you. every part of you.” his teeth suckle and bite your neck, his tongue draws circles and his lips suck fresh bruises along every inch of you he can reach. “how i worship you… how i love you.”

his fingers dig into your flesh as he rocks his hips against you; squeezing, feeling, positively devouring. “every part of you. every inch of you…” he reaches one hand for your breast, swollen and matured with time, no longer perky, but so full and round. he moulds them in the palm of his hands, his fingers aptly pinching your engorged nipples and twisting so that you squeal and throw your head back on a cry of his name. “you’re a work of art… the height of renaissance — the very image of perfection.”

his words are astoundingly clear amidst the fog inside your mind. they enrapture you, stealing your breath on the very taste of eros, and it teaches you hunger beyond hunger, the heat between your legs pouring through every vein as his erection rubs between your plush thighs. perfection, he called you — the word a concept so far placed from you that you thought he might’ve been delusional. but those thoughts don’t dare stay with you for long before suguru pulls you back down to earth.

leaning forward, his hands guide you to by your soft and squishy hips to hover above his waist, legs spread wide and your eyes looking down at him. “fuck, (y/n), if only you could see yourself the way i see you…” your nails dig into the flesh of his back as he swipes his tongue over your brown nipples, sucking until the bud would be drowned in his spit and your nerves choking on pleasure. your knees nearly buckling out from beneath you, you whimper, breaths heavy and laboured, all as his lips continue to roll your nipple between them, his cheeks hollowing to take in more of you until your areola disappears into his warm mouth. “if only you could feel the love you give to me each and every day, you’d never think of yourself the way you do…”

the way he touches you makes your head spin, his lips take your soul apart and makes you forget up from down and the colours around you blur on senseless desire, adoration. his tongue, truly, it worships your brown skin, his fingers poking between your thighs until they find where you need him the most. wetness manifests in a slickness that differs from the waters surrounding you as he spreads your pussylips apart, only so lightly touching that it hurts on what you can only call wanton desperation, needing him to be inside you, to be close to you. for him to hold you and love you until you couldn’t take anymore.

“suguru…” you plead breathlessly as your hips rut and shift, bucking against his digits sliding over you. “please…! please… can’t take anymore, just hold me… please hold me…”

here you are before him, weak and vulnerable. within your watery eyes, suguru finds in them his name, his visage painted with the word of ‘surrender’ — and you surrender to him. everything that you ever were, and all that you are now, he sees the way you offer it all in the name of love, pleading, hoping that it’ll be enough. yet, oh, don’t you know? to him, who would take saturn from the sky and place him between your hands, you’re so much more than enough; instead, you’re everything — everything and more, ever yet, ever still.

leaning back, suguru guides you with his palm against his face, your body chasing the warmth of his as the waters turn cold. he kisses you, and the feeling, it’s as if it would last forever. invocations of psalms taste like your religion founded on love and agape, as old an eternal and never-ending as the stars across the universe. your hunger, he satiates it, and the pain of endless time, he consumes it and so carefully takes it apart until all that’s left is you and him, him and you, here and now. and finally, finally, finally — he lets you release those cries and amourous solicitations of his name as he enters you slowly.

“su— ” your legs clench around his waist and you sob, clinging on to him for dear life as your body collapses into his lap. “suguru…!” the feeling of his cock spreading you apart tastes like a drug that courses through your bloodstream, throbbing and taking you to the very depths of eternity. his skin burns so hot against you, palms splayed across your back to pull you in closer, closer and yet never enough, where his very soul tries to break through the barriers of flesh all to embrace your spirit. his lips trail wet kisses along your cheek to follow each glistening teardrop, anguish that flourishes into proclamations of warmth and ever growing fondness that form crystalline diamonds and pour themselves all across his tongue. his hips roll slowly, and he savours every ounce of you that you give, even the parts of you that you’ve tried to hide. every demon that’s haunted you, every ghost of pain and suffering and cruelty, he caresses them with his fingers and shows them love, beseeching and pleading that they’d let you see the extents he would go for you, even to the pits of hell if need be. for you, suguru would tear the world asunder and set it alight, so that you could paint this blank canvas with the warm and beautiful colours of your smile.

“i love you, (y/n)…” he vows as a man bent at the knee, you, his empress, a divine ruler who he could only dare to dream after. and yet, ever yet — here you are before him. so close, so intimate do your bodies entangle that he disregards all fear of blasphemy and unrighteousness as he tangles his hands at the nape of your neck and kisses you hungrily. his breaths trail the dark shadows whispered on the hateful words you’d spoken against yourself and rewrites their very chemistry, the bitter taste of “i’m not worthy,” ; “i’m not good enough,” ; “i’m a burden,” ; “i’m broken,” — they become the sweetness of summer’s nectarine, and become tender vows that he endeavours to sing to you, in this life time, in the next, and for all the ones that come hereafter.

“i love you… i’ll always love you. even during the days when you can’t love yourself. i’ll never stop loving you… i always will.”

the sound of his voice so close to your ear, it’s maddening, intoxicating, and yet it grounds you to him, urging you to entangle him and pull him in deeper as your walls wrap around him, craven and crying out each syllable of his name as you sink down on him over and over. “i love you too, suguru,” you whisper, breathless, truthful, and just like him, your declaration reaches heaven on the hymns that you’d always sing. “i love you, i love you… haah! i love you, suguru i love you…”

he presses his forehead and moans, gasping at the sensation of warmth that spills out of you on his cock. deep inside you, he wants to stay forever, determined to make his home between your legs, for his heart to rest with yours and yours alone. until he could no longer tell where you end and where he begins, yearning to become one with you in every sense of the word. and god, he feels himself reaching his limit as he burrows deep inside you, ever so greedy for that sweet release only you could give him. “fuck, (y/n)… i’m close, i’m so close…”

“me too…” you exhale heavily, you own climax building slow, yet threatening to tip you into oblivion all the same. you grind against him until his tip hits your deepest point, pressing against your cervix and threatening to go even further still. “‘m almost there suguru, i promise… don’t stop yet, ‘m gonna be there with you, ‘m almost there… please…”

your words pour over him like molten sugar and suguru feels his hunger roll over him like a gentle tide, tempting him to take you over and over until time becomes nothing but a myth. until he’d become your past, present and future, and until his name would reach the divine as a declaration for the woman after his heart.

he doesn’t release his hold on you as he shifts to his knees, his chest only parts from you for a moment (but god, how empty it feels for that short moment) as he pushes your back against the far corner of the bath, water splashing around your bodies as he leans over you and presses his lips against yours. he angles his hips and pushes into you over and over, making sweet love to you and taking every sugary cry of his name from right out of your mouth. and those beautiful, lonely stars in the sky, they’d forever sing the story of your bodies uniting as finally, you fall apart together, of the euphoria that spread through your veins and across your skin like magnificent galaxies. he cums inside of you, filling your quivering hole to the very brim as your own release milks him for everything he has, breathless beneath him and devouring every gasp of your name that touches your swollen lips.

the bathroom walls blur, the feeling of the water around him vanishes, and in the end, all that’s left is you. his beautiful heart, famished and weary, and your loving eyes that behold him as if he were your deity. a smile spreads across his lips, and though his body is worn, his soul delights in your visage, tasting elation like a sweet wine as he embraces you, gentle and mindful, for how precious you are that he holds you with utter care and tenderness.

“i love you, (y/n)” he whispers against your neck, where the warmth of your heart reaches him in each pulse he tastes. he doesn’t see it, but he feels you smiling, and melts within your hold as you wrap your arms around his back.

“i love you, suguru… thank you… thank you for loving me.”

© mambalae-s ━ rb's + feedback are greatly appreciated!

#olympia. #aphrodite. #geto smut #geto x reader #geto suguru x reader smut #geto suguru x reader #jjk smut #jjk x reader #geto x reader smut #geto x y/n #jjk reader #jjk reader insert #jujutsu kaisen x reader smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #geto x black reader #geto x black reader smut #geto suguru x black reader smut #geto suguru x black reader #anime x black!reader #jujutsu kaisen x black reader

[akagof]

As Sukuna said, Gojo was greedy, he wanted to have 2 things at the same time: power and connection with other people. One cannot coexist with the other.

On the day of the KFC breakup, he made the wrong choice, that is, he was not mature enough to decide what to do. He had 2 paths: stay on the side of the magic college or follow Geto. His heart voted for Geto, but his brain dictated to him the magical society. Geto didn’t want to take Gojo with him and even offered to execute him if Gojo wanted. But Gojo didn't want that. He wanted to continue being with Geto. And in the end, out of two evils, he chose what seemed dearer to him, the environment in which he grew up. But he was not sure of his choice. Because he delayed Geto’s execution for 10 years and after the execution he did not cremate the corpse.

You can’t sit on two chairs at the same time; if you chase two rabbits, you won’t catch a single one. Geto's corpse was taken over and the magical community was fractured. Gojo was left at an empty trough...

(I don't want to say that Gojo should have gone down the path of genocide, he should have served as Geto's moral compass...)

#satosugu #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #geto suguru #satoru gojo #gojo x geto #stsg

[demonzoro]

i genuinely hate it when fics portray shoko as the Mean Busybody Lesbian Friend not only is it such a tired awful trope but it's so counter to her character. i think shoko was the playful river to geto's oceanic depths and gojo's relentless hurricane. out of the three of them, she was the one full of genuine teenage levity, leaping into full-bodied hugs, playing up her senpai role, dragging in geto and gojo in for selfies. she was along for the ride and she was gonna enjoy it. then haibara died and geto abdicated and i think she applied the lackadaisical semi-detachment to... everything. shoko the cool girl. shoko who can weather anything by letting it slide right off her surface. the abdication of one of her best friends, the neverending flow of bodies to heal, to autopsy, to bury. gojo going off on missions, her as a campus constant, and he's invincible so he never needs to visit to heal (and she's thankful he's the least likely to end up as a corpse on one of her tables) but then suddenly they're not talking as much as they used to. though maybe that started when geto left and things not so much as fractured as shifted tectonically. she lets it go because it could be worse (it used to be better, it used to be good). shoko the spectator. shoko who was excised halfway from the story and then did the rest herself for a form of control, only to find out she doesn't know how to get back in from the other side of the glass

#clenches fist. SHOKO. #'half of this is headcanon' AND? I'M DOING MY PART! #✨

[sadraccoon061]

I made Gojo, Geto & Shoko Sims for @fractured-sky <3

And then she got me into the show

#jjk sims #sims 4 #the sims 4 #ts4 #anime sims #jujutsu kaisen #geto suguru #gojo satoru #shoko ieiri

[bestcadaverinthejujutsumorgue]

The best characters to do a time-travel type fixit fic with in JJK would actually be Namako and Mimiko, I think. They’ve got a lot information but not too much, they die early in the story, they’re side characters who are incredibly invested in making things right but have no way to do so.

They wake up and they’re shaking little girls in a cage again! What can they actually accomplish? Begging Geto not to slaughter the villagers is only going to make him more determined to do so. Now they’re bloodstained little girls being carried away by their savior, their parent, their god, and they love him, they love him, they need to save him.

They tell him in fractured, desperate sentences that his best friend is going to kill him and someone is going to wear his skin—and he assumes that they’re traumatized kids with a maybe some sort of mindreading capacity and persistent nightmares. He doesn’t believe them, worse he distrusts, however much he tries to hide it. This Geto Suguru won’t love them like theirs did, because they’re not innocent little girls any more. That’s fine, they’ll still save him.

They run away in the middle of the night and break into Gojo Satoru’s house (they’re nine years old and crying). This is the man who killed their father, who even the thing possessing Geto couldn’t kill. They tell him everything. He at least humors them and promises he’ll cremate his friend if he kills him. The rest of it gets no comment. He drops them back off on the lawn and doesn’t talk to Geto.

When they’re ten a worshipper pulls a knife and tries to kill them; they’d have succeeded if Nanako and Mimiko hadn’t been expecting an assassination attempt. The thing that slithered inside their teacher had ears everywhere. It probably thinks they’re genuine seers, almost unheard of, largely theoretical, but a big snarl in its plans, surely.

The incident, unfortunately, only strengthens Geto’s resolve against humans. It will kill him, they know it will kill him, so they’ve swallowed their own taught distaste and tried every trick to soften his stance—nothing. If anything, their attempts only make him dig in deeper. He doesn’t complain when they cling to him from that point forward, at least. Sticking to his shadow provides safety.

At thirteen with nothing changed enough they decide, ‘fuck it, we’ve got to murder Itadori Yuji’. They’re not going to meddle with Okkotsu Yuta, he’s got too much going on, but surely they can kill a kid who’s basically human, right? He’s an empty vessel, it’ll be easy! (It is not. They nearly get killed again.) And on and on.

Just… give me Nanako and Mimiko Fight the Inexorable Pull of Fate. Two unsettling ghosts screaming and crying and shaking the universe until it gives them what they deserve. Girlfailing their way into saving their sort-of-dad (and maybe everyone else) with zero strategy and all heart.

#jujutsu kaisen #mimiko and nanako #nanako hasaba #mimiko hasaba