kirasgirl

[kirasgirl]

UNIVERSE

Geto Suguru x reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

The sun began to set slowly on the horizon, painting the sky with shades of orange and pink, creating a stunning landscape that seemed to be lifted from a painting. The young woman was sitting in the temple garden, surrounded by the serenity and tranquility of the place, as she watched the roses blooming with the arrival of spring.

The delicate petals of the roses swayed gently to the rhythm of the soft breeze, exuding a sweet and comforting fragrance that filled the air around her. She could feel the invigorating energy of nature around her, as if each flower was whispering ancient secrets and promises of renewal.

Y/n closed her eyes for a moment, allowing herself to be enveloped by the sense of peace that permeated the environment. She could hear the gentle chirping of birds returning to their nests, the comforting sound of running water in a nearby stream, and the soft hum of insects beginning their nocturnal dance.

As she opened her eyes again, she was greeted by the stunning sight of the sun slowly setting on the horizon, painting the sky with vibrant and magical colors. She felt overwhelmed by a sense of awe and reverence in the face of nature's magnificence, unable to tear her gaze away from the hypnotizing scene before her.

Shadows began to lengthen in the garden, creating a play of light and shadow that seemed to dance around her. She could feel the softness of the grass under her bare feet, the gentle breeze caressing her skin, and the comforting warmth of the last rays of sun kissing her face.

And so, as the sun slowly dipped below the horizon, she remained seated in the temple garden, in silent contemplation of the beauty and wonder of the world around her. In that moment, she felt at peace with herself and with the universe, enveloped by the love and magic of life.

As the girl reveled in the serenity of the temple garden, her quiet contemplation was abruptly interrupted by the soft sound of footsteps of one of the serving mikos walking through the area. She approached timidly, with a hesitant expression on her face, as if reluctant to break the peace of the moment.

Y/n looked up to meet her, offering a gentle smile in greeting, before noticing the palpable anxiety in the servant's eyes. Curious, she waited in silence as the servant gathered courage to speak.

"Excuse me, Lady Y/n," the servant began timidly, "Lord Suguru has requested that you prepare yourself for an important dinner tonight."

The young woman furrowed her brow slightly, surprised by the unexpected news. She had no idea that Suguru was planning something so significant, and her mind began to spin with questions about what it could be.

"An important dinner?" she repeated, her voice tinged with confusion. "Suguru didn't tell me anything about this. Do you know what it's about?"

The servant shrugged in response, her eyes lowering in embarrassment.

"The lord didn't give me many details, just that it was important and that you should prepare yourself appropriately."

Y/n nodded slowly, her mind now filled with speculation about what might be in store. She wondered if the dinner was related to Suguru's business or if it was something more personal. Perhaps it was a special celebration, or maybe a romantic surprise.

However, the uncertainty left her unsettled, and she found herself wishing that Suguru had shared more information with her. But she soon pushed aside those thoughts, reminding herself that he had his reasons for the secrecy.

"Thank you for letting me know," the girl said to the servant with a reassuring smile. "I'll prepare myself immediately."

The servant nodded silently before stepping away, leaving her alone again in the temple garden. As she rose to return to the temple, her mind was filled with curiosity and anticipation about what the evening held.

As she walked through the corridors of the temple toward her shared room, her thoughts seemed to swirl in a whirlwind of speculation and uncertainty. The news of the important dinner left her restless, especially considering Suguru's reserved nature in recent times.

It was rare for him to organize important events without sharing details with her, which only increased her curiosity and apprehension. Her heart began to beat faster at the thought that the dinner might be related to Suguru's business, a thought that left her uneasy and anxious.

As she moved through the quiet corridors, a slight anger began to bubble within her. Why was Suguru being so secretive? Why wasn't he sharing more about his life and his business with her? These questions echoed in her mind, fueling her growing frustration and irritation.

But even as anger threatened to overtake her thoughts, Y/n tried to calm herself. She knew it was futile to let herself be carried away by emotion, especially when she didn't have all the information. She needed to stay calm and rational, at least until she found out more about what was going on.

Finally, she reached her shared room and closed the door behind her, shutting out the outside world for a moment. She allowed herself a deep sigh, trying to calm her nerves and organize her thoughts.

Gently noticing something on top of her bed.

The young woman eyed the box with curiosity, her heart racing as she approached and noticed a small note on top of it. She immediately recognized Suguru's familiar handwriting, which only increased her curiosity about

the contents of the box.

With trembling hands, she picked up the note and read the carefully written words.

"Accept it as a gift,"

The note said, and she felt a comforting warmth spread through her chest. It was rare for Suguru to express his emotions in this way, and she felt touched by his affectionate gesture.

With her heart full of anticipation, she opened the box slowly, revealing the contents inside. Her eyes widened in surprise as she found a stunning dress, made of pearl silk and adorned with delicate details.

The dress seemed to radiate elegance and sophistication, and Y/n could hardly believe that it was for her. She ran her fingers over the soft fabric, marveling at the quality and beauty of the piece. She also noticed the large opening at the back of the dress, a detail that added a touch of sensuality to her appearance.

A smile of pure happiness spread across her face as she imagined herself wearing it. She saw herself gliding through the dining room, enveloped in the luxurious fabric of the dress, with Suguru looking at her with admiration and pride.

For a moment, all the worries and uncertainties that had haunted her mind disappeared, replaced by the pure joy of feeling special and loved. She knew that the dinner would be a night to remember, and she couldn't wait to share this special moment with Suguru.

With the dress in hand and a radiant smile on her face, she prepared for the dinner with a new sense of excitement and anticipation. She felt ready to face whatever challenges fate had in store, knowing that she had Suguru's support and love by her side.

The girl was absorbed in front of the mirror, her eyes fixed on her reflected image. She was wearing the dress Suguru had given her, and the way it hugged her body left her enchanted. Every detail, from the soft fabric to the way it accentuated her curves, was a tribute to her beauty. She was so engrossed in contemplating her own image that she barely noticed when the door to the room opened.

A masculine figure entered, moving with a mesmerizing elegance. He was wearing a black suit that accentuated his slim figure, and his hair, half tied back and half loose, added a touch of casual charm. His steps were calm and confident as he approached her, his presence filling the space around her.

Y/n felt a shiver run down her spine as the man's large, cool hands gently landed on her shoulder. She turned slowly to face him, losing herself in the intense gleam of his eyes. Every movement of his seemed to carry a magnetic energy that enveloped her, leaving her breathless and unable to look away.

Just his touch alone was enough to send waves of heat through her body, a gentle shock that left her longing for more. She was completely captivated by his presence, lost in a moment of pure admiration and desire.

Y/n smiled softly, thanking Suguru for the gift with a loving tone in her voice. She awaited his response eagerly, feeling a mix of emotions as she waited.

Suguru returned her smile, but his expression seemed a bit more serious now. He chose his words carefully, aware that he didn't want to provoke the young woman's anger.

"Darling, about the dinner..." Suguru began, his voice calm and measured. He seemed to ponder his next words, seeking to find the right way to express his thoughts without causing misunderstandings.

"What would this dinner be so suddenly about?" She soon questions Suguru skeptically, as he gently caresses the girl's shoulder. She hoped he wouldn't be annoyed by her question, but curiosity and apprehension were clear in her expression.

He hesitated for a moment, feeling the tension in the air, but decided to remain calm.

"It's an important opportunity for my future plans, Y/n," he replied, his voice trying to convey reassurance. "Some guests are interested in investing in our initiatives. It would be advantageous for us."

The young woman's reaction was not positive. She showed herself angry at Suguru's determination to continue with his plan, even knowing that it involved controversial actions. She was determined to go over everything and everyone if it meant that Suguru would continue with his plan.

On the other hand, Suguru remained unwavering, not even opposing Y/n's words laden with anger. He had a hint of manipulation in his tone as he tried to convince the girl to just stay quiet during the dinner.

"Trust me, darling," he said softly, his hands still stroking her shoulder. "If you stand by my side tonight, I promise you will be rewarded."

She looked at Suguru with suspicion, but a small part of her wanted to believe his words. However, doubt still lingered in her mind as she pondered what to do next.

"I'm sorry. I refuse to go to this dinner, Suguru. I can't support your plans if they go against everything I believe in." She protested.

And then He gently squeezes Y/n's shoulder, his expression slightly hardening.

"You know you can't refuse, Y/n, so why do you still insist?" he whispers in her ear, his voice carrying determination and a hint of possessiveness. "You will go to the dinner, one way or another."

She feels a shiver run down her spine at Suguru's words. Her mind is confused, struggling against the desire to defy his control. "I can't do this, Suguru. I can't condone something that goes against everything I am."

His expression closes even more, a cloud of intensity obscuring his eyes. "You will do as I say, right?" he says firmly, his voice echoing with an aura of authority. "There is no discussion. You will be by my side at the dinner, and that's final."

She feels entangled in a web of manipulation and control, fighting to maintain her own independence. But faced with Suguru's relentless determination, she feels her resistance falter, a sense of powerlessness taking hold of her. She realizes she is trapped in a situation where her will seems to carry little weight against Suguru's dominant will.

She sighs in defeat, anguish weighing heavily on her chest as she succumbs to Suguru's will. She feels powerless in the face of his determination, resigning herself to the inevitability of the dinner.

As she gets ready, she watches her reflection in the mirror and sees a malicious smile on Suguru's lips reflected beside her. A sense of discomfort runs down her spine as she realizes the control he exerts over her.

Suguru approaches her, his lips brushing gently against the exposed skin of her neck in an almost possessive gesture.

As he continues to pepper her with small kisses, his smooth, deep voice initiates a dialogue. "It's good to see that you're finally ceasing your resistance, Y/n," he murmurs, his warm breath against her skin as he speaks. "After all, it was your decision to follow me a few years ago, abandoning everything and everyone. You know I'm doing this for our future."

She shivers at Suguru's kisses, a mix of conflicting sensations stirring within her. "I know," she responds in a whisper, her voice trembling with the emotional weight of the moment. Deep down, a hint of a lie.

His tone grows firmer, a note of impatience creeping into his voice. "You need to trust me, Y/n," he insists, his lips finding the sensitive spot on her neck again. "I know what's best for us. And in the end, you'll see that it'll all be worth it."

She closes her eyes, grappling with the turbulence of emotions consuming her.

"...," she murmurs, her words a silent surrender to his power.

The dining hall was bathed in a soft golden light, creating an atmosphere of elegance and sophistication. A long table was set in the center of the room, adorned with lush flower arrangements and flickering candles. At the head of the table sat Suguru, his impeccable posture and piercing gaze indicating his authority in the room.

Around the table, several unfamiliar men were seated, all impeccably dressed in tailored suits. They engaged in lively conversation, exchanging remarks about business and high society matters. Among them, only one beautiful woman stood out, her presence commanding the attention of all.

She was seated beside Suguru, her graceful posture and serene expression contrasting with the masculine intensity around her. Her silky hair cascaded in perfect waves over her shoulders, and her elegant dress accentuated her slender, delicate figure.

As the dinner progressed, the atmosphere in the room grew increasingly tense, laden with the promise of important business dealings and strategic alliances. The presence of the woman among the unfamiliar men added an element of mystery to the atmosphere, as everyone awaited the unfolding of events with anticipation and intrigue.

The lecherous gaze of the fat old man towards the woman next to Suguru sent a shiver down her spine, as he glimpsed an idea in his mind. With a sinister smile, he turned his attention back to Suguru.

Suguru leaned slightly towards the man in the white suit, whose fat appearance and lascivious look towards the young woman did not go unnoticed. With a calculated smile, Suguru initiated the conversation, hoping to reach a deal between the businesses.

"Mr. Tanaka, it's a pleasure to have you with us tonight," Suguru began, his voice soft but determined. "I'm confident we can find common ground that benefits both parties."

Mr. Tanaka responded with a nod, his eyes lingering on the woman beside Suguru for a moment longer than necessary. He smiled with malice before turning his attention back to Suguru.

"Of course. I look forward to discussing the details of our potential agreement," Mr. Tanaka replied, his voice oily and full of implications. "And as for the 'extra care' for the temple you manage, I can assure you my influence can be... very generous."

Suguru maintained his impassive expression, hiding any discomfort he might feel at Mr. Tanaka's words. He knew that to achieve his goals, he would need to deal with individuals like him, whose morality was flexible in pursuit of power and profit. With a discreet nod, Suguru indicated his willingness to negotiate, even if it meant making unpleasant concessions.

He kept his confident and neutral expression as he responded to the fat old man, his calm and controlled voice conveying a sense of determination.

"I'm willing to proceed with the deal, Mr. Tanaka," Suguru said, his hand subtly moving towards the exposed thigh of the beautiful woman beside him. And she soon felt shivers run down her spine as he touched her, knowing the effect it would have on her.

Mr. Tanaka promptly replied, his voice echoing through the hall as he discussed the details of the payment.

"It will be a steep price, Geto," he said with a satisfied smile. "But I'm sure you'll understand that the quality of the 'extra care' we offer is unparalleled."

Suguru nodded in agreement, hiding any hesitation he might feel at the price demanded by Mr. Tanaka. He was determined to achieve his goals, whatever the cost, and was willing to pay the necessary price to ensure the success of his plans.

"And Geto... perhaps we can consider another form of payment," suggested Mr. Tanaka, his voice laden with implications. "Something more... personal, shall we say."

Suguru arched an eyebrow, his expression remaining unflappable as he considered Mr. Tanaka's proposal. He knew exactly where the conversation was heading, but chose not to show surprise.

A hint of amusement in his mind, an almost visible smile.

In the end, one way or another, this night would end the way he wanted.

"Go on," he said, his voice firm and controlled.

Mr. Tanaka cast a covetous glance at the woman next to Suguru before continuing.

"A night with this beautiful young lady would be a fitting compensation for the agreement, don't you think?" he suggested, a satisfied smile forming on his lips.

The woman felt a chill run down her spine as she heard Mr. Tanaka's repugnant proposal. She looked to Suguru, hoping to find a firm denial in his eyes, but all she saw was a slight curve at the corners of his lips, a subtle indication of his agreement.

Under the table, his feet covered in some expensive shoes, met with the thighs of the young woman, her nauseating disgust came to the fore, knowing that this fat old man didn't even think about it.

And most ironically, it was that Geto had noticed.

The girl opposes in defense, her lips curling in a furious grimace, and she stands up, her voice trembling with indignation as she questions Suguru about his actions.

"Suguru, what are you doing?" she exclaims, her eyes blazing with anger. "Are you really considering this disgusting proposal?"

It could only be some kind of joke among these filthy pigs.

Suguru looks at her calmly, but there's a flame of determination in his eyes. He holds her gaze for a moment before responding, choosing his words carefully.

"Darling, please, maintain composure," he says softly, his voice trying to calm the situation. "We're in the midst of delicate negotiations."

But the girl doesn't calm down. She's furious, feeling betrayed by Suguru's attitude. She recoils, her eyes wide with disbelief.

"How can I trust you when you're willing to throw me to that... disgusting pig?" she accuses, her voice trembling with emotion.

Suguru remains silent, his eyes fixed on hers. He knows his actions are causing the girl pain.

He keeps his expression neutral, a sigh escaping his lips as he watches the girl with a calculating gaze. He knows he needs to handle the situation skillfully, maintaining control.

"I hope you can calm down and behave, Y/n," he says calmly, his voice laden with authority. "This is a serious business matter, and we can't afford distractions." He smiled.

The girl feels her chest heave, a tightness, not of anguish but of anger, coursing through her veins.

The man leans in slightly towards her ear, the scent of his cologne entering her nostrils, soon feeling the warm air in her ear as he whispers.

"Relax, you know I'll take care of this, right?"

He then turns to some of the serving maids present in the dining room. "Please, escort Y/n out of the room," he instructs, his voice firm and without room for argument.

The girl casts one last look of hatred towards Suguru before being escorted out of the room. She struggles, trying to resist, but is taken away against her will.

Suguru turns his attention back to the meeting, his expression undisturbed as he resumes the business as if nothing had happened. He knows his actions may have caused more cracks in his relationship with the girl.

She, on her way down the hallway, orders the maids to leave her alone, as she already knew the way to her room. She feels determined to be alone and process everything that just happened.

The maids hesitate for a moment, looking at each other uncertainly. However, faced with Y/n's firmness in her voice, they nod in agreement and step away, leaving her alone in the hallway.

With quick steps, she walks away from the dining room, her mind clouded with a mix of emotions. She feels furious with Suguru for putting her in such an unpleasant situation, but also hurt by the way he treated her.

As she heads to her room, she promises herself not to let Suguru manipulate her again. She knows she needs to find a way to break free from his control before it's too late.

Or perhaps it's already too late.

Deep down, she knew she was being foolish to utter these words of determination. She recognized the strength of the hold he had over her, knowing that despite her promises of resistance, she was likely to fall again into the empty words of that man.

This awareness tormented her as she walked down the hallway to her room. She felt fragile and vulnerable in the face of Suguru's influence, a sense of powerlessness looming over her.

However, even acknowledging her own weakness, Y/n knew she needed to find a way to break free from this cycle of manipulation and control. She promised herself that next time, she would resist more firmly, even if it meant facing the discomfort and uncertainty that came with it.

With these heavy thoughts weighing on her mind, she finally reached her room, closing the door behind her with a resigned sigh. She knew the battle against him was far from over, but she was determined not to surrender without a fight.

Anger surged within her like a burning flame, consuming her mind and body. She forgot everything around her, immersed in the fiery sensation burning in her veins. The cursed energy of the environment seemed to resonate in her soul, intensifying her rage until she could no longer contain it.

A scream of anger tore through the heavens, echoing off the walls of the room as she succumbed to the whirlwind of emotions overwhelming her. On instinct, she lunged towards the vanity before her, her fingers clenched in fists of fury.

With a violent strike, she hit the perfume bottles arranged there, hearing the shrill sound of glass shattering into sharp pieces. The evident anger in every movement made her brain burn, a sharp, stabbing pain spreading through her mind.

For a brief moment, she found herself immersed in the destruction she had caused, the shards of glass scattered on the floor like silent witnesses to her uncontrolled fury. A sense of relief mixed with regret enveloped her, but the anger still pulsed in her veins, relentless and insatiable.

For the remainder of the night, she remained immersed in her strident anger, unable to find peace or clarity of thought. Her mind was clouded, overrun by a flood of regrets and doubts that had led her to this point.

She sat in her room, surrounded by oppressive silence, as her mind spun in a whirlwind of tumultuous thoughts. Every painful memory, every wrong choice, seemed to weigh on her like an unbearable burden.

No matter how hard she tried to find a solution to her problems, she felt lost in a maze of self-recrimination. She blamed herself for allowing Suguru to manipulate her, for falling into his schemes once again. She wondered if she would ever be able to break free from this cycle of destruction and control.

As the night wore on, the anger persisted, enveloping her in its dark shadow. She felt powerless in the face of the intensity of her emotions, struggling to find a way out of this emotional whirlwind consuming her from within.

Later, the door to the room opened silently, but Y/n didn't turn to look. Her eyes were fixed on the vast expanse of the night sky as she felt someone's presence approaching.

She didn't need to look to know who it was. She knew the footsteps, the breathing patterns, every little detail that betrayed Suguru's presence.

A tense silence hung between them for a moment before Suguru broke the quiet with his soft, but meaningful voice.

"Y/n..." he began, his voice a gentle whisper in the air. "Let's put the anger aside and continue our night."

She remained silent, her mind still turbulent with conflicting thoughts and emotions. She didn't know what to say, how to respond to his words of comfort and remorse.

Finally, she turned slowly, meeting Suguru's gaze with an unreadable expression. Their eyes locked in a tense silence, each seeking to understand what lay behind the unspoken words.

Y/n moved quickly towards Suguru, her palm striking the man's face with a loud slap. She completely ignored the fact that the white shirt he wore underneath his suit was exposed, the almost dry crimson liquid staining it completely.

Suguru staggered from the impact of the blow, his face turning with the force of the hit. An expression of shock and pain crossed his face before he could recover, his eyes meeting hers in a mixture of surprise and recognition.

She knew exactly what he had done to the men at that dinner. She felt the fury burning in her veins, fueled by Suguru's betrayal and manipulation. Again.

With her heart pounding with anger, the young woman confronted him with a fierce determination in her eyes, ready to confront the man who had betrayed her trust and used her emotions against her.

Her hands clenched into fists, striking fiercely against the man's chest. Each blow was driven by a mixture of fury and pain, a desperate attempt to release the torrent of emotions consuming her. But Suguru remained motionless, like a stone statue in the face of the storm raging around him.

She screamed her hatred for him, her words laden with anguish and betrayal echoing through the room. She told him how much she hated him, how he had betrayed her trust and manipulated her feelings once again.

But despite her efforts, Y/n knew deep down that her blows were futile. Suguru remained impassive, as if the words of hatred and the physical blows had no effect on him. It was as if he were beyond the reach of her anger, untouchable and unshakable in his position of power.

And so, she collapsed before Suguru, tears mingling with fury in her eyes as she confronted the harsh reality of her powerlessness before him. She knew that the hatred she felt for him was a flame that would burn forever in her heart, a constant reminder of the pain he had inflicted upon her.

Suguru quickly grabbed her fists, interrupting her blows and pulling her into a surprising embrace. She resisted initially, her words of hatred still whispering amidst the tears streaming down her cheeks.

However, he remained silent, enveloping her with his arms in a gesture of comfort. He held her firmly, allowing her to surrender to the torrent of emotions consuming her.

Y/n struggled for a moment, still trying to break free from Suguru's embrace, but gradually her resistance weakened. She felt exhausted, physically and emotionally, after the intensity of the events of that night.

Finally, she gave in to Suguru's embrace, allowing herself to be enveloped by his comforting presence. The words of hatred were replaced by muffled sobs as she clung to him for support and solace.

For a moment, they remained like that, united by the silent embrace, while emotions swirled around them. And despite all the difficulties and challenges they faced, there was a sense of calm and acceptance, as if, for a brief moment, the weight of the world had been lifted from their shoulders.

He began to speak, his voice soft and laden with regret as he uttered an apology.

The girl remained silent for a moment, absorbing Suguru's words. She struggled to control the tumultuous emotions consuming her, her heart broken and her mind clouded with the intensity of her feelings.

Finally, she broke the silence, her voice trembling as she uttered words filled with pain and disgust.

"I hate you, Suguru," she said firmly, her words sharp as a honed blade. "I wish I had never met you, never fallen in love with you."

Her words echoed through the room, filled with deep anguish and palpable sadness. She felt the weight of her confession in the air, a painful reminder of the lost love and broken promises that had marked her relationship with him.

As silence settled between them once again, she faced Suguru with a firm and determined look.

Suguru silenced her.

"shh...", pulling her tighter into an embrace. He ignored the young woman's pleas, wrapping her in his arms in a gesture of comfort and solace.

"I know it's hard, Y/n," he murmured softly, his voice laden with sadness. "But all of this is part of the plan. You need to trust me."

She fought against the temptation to surrender to Suguru's embrace, resisting the comfort he offered. She felt torn between the pain of his words and the need to stand firm in her decision to move forward.

Yet, a part of her wanted to believe his words, to believe that all of this was part of a larger plan. She wondered if she was being foolish to doubt him, if she was letting her anger and hurt obscure her vision of the truth.

As she wrestled with her conflicting emotions, Y/n clung to Suguru's embrace, allowing herself to be enveloped by his comforting presence. She knew the road ahead would be difficult, but for now, she chose to sink into the temporary illusion of security he offered.

But deep down, he felt a different pang of pain for the first time in years. Hearing the words "I hate you" come from her lips, whom he had loved for so long, pierced his heart like a sharp blade.

He knew his actions had caused her pain, but hearing those words direct and raw was a painful revelation. It felt like a part of him was being torn away, a deep wound opening in his chest.

Despite all his determination and focus on his plan, Suguru couldn't help but wonder if he was making the right choice. He wondered if the price he was paying for the success of his goals was too high, if it was worth sacrificing S/n's love and trust in the process.

As he held her in his arms, he allowed himself to feel the magnitude of the pain she was going through. He wondered if there was any way to mend what had broken between them, if there was any hope of restoring what they had lost.

But for now, all he could do was hold Y/n tighter, promising himself that he would do whatever it takes to fix the mistakes of the past and find a way to earn back her trust and love.

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[kirasgirl]

UNIVERSE

Geto Suguru x reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

It was like a cycle. A cycle with no end in sight, just looping back and forth to the same outcome over and over again. It was terrifying.

It was almost like chaos theory, the only difference being that it would repeat countless times, leaving her exhausted from so many times tempted, so many chances lost to start over.

It was painful, too.

An emotional pain that over time turned into physical pain.

She sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes fixed on the bedroom floor. Her heart still heavy from the argument she had with Suguru. Sunlight filtered through the partly opened curtains, casting golden patterns on the wooden floor. The silence in the room was deafening, only broken by the gentle sound of the wind against the window.

She could still smell his cologne lingering in the air, a blend of woody and citrusy notes that always calmed her. However, this time, the scent carried with it a sense of sadness and regret.

Tears she had been holding back began to trickle down her face, leaving a moist trail on her pale skin. She clutched the pillow tightly to her chest, wishing Suguru's embrace were there to comfort her.

Then, a faint sound of knocking on the door broke the silence. She looked up, surprised.

And as if on cue, he entered the room with careful steps, trying not to make a noise. His eyes scanned the space, finally landing on the hunched figure of his beloved against the huge bed they used to share. He felt a tightness in his chest at seeing her like this, vulnerable and hurt because of him.

With a heavy sigh, he took a few hesitant steps towards her, his shoes making a slight creak on the wooden floor. He wanted to apologize, but the words seemed to elude him at that moment. Instead, he approached slowly, sitting beside her on the bed.

For a moment, neither of them said anything. The silence was palpable, laden with all the unresolved tension from the previous argument. Suguru could feel the weight of regret bearing down on him, like an anchor holding him to the ground.

Finally, he broke the silence, his voice soft and laden with emotion. "Y/n... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said those things. I didn't mean to hurt you."

And then she looked at him, her eyes red and swollen from the recent tears. She wanted to resist, but she couldn't ignore the genuine pain in Suguru's eyes. Slowly, she reached out, seeking his in a silent gesture of forgiveness.

The young woman's gaze was a tumultuous mix of emotions, a storm of anger and vulnerability that shone in her eyes. The anger still burned within her, a blazing flame fueled by the painful words exchanged in that argument. She felt betrayed and hurt, and this anger pulsed through every fiber of her being.

However, beneath the surface of her fury, there was a palpable vulnerability. It was as if a part of her wanted to surrender to the sadness and pain, but the other part refused to yield, standing firm in her indignation. Her eyes reflected this internal battle, shining with an intensity that was both frightening and captivating.

Suguru felt a shiver run down his spine as he met the young woman's gaze. He could see the storm within her, and he knew he had been the cause of that turmoil. He desperately wanted to fix things, but he knew it wouldn't be easy.

Carefully, he held Y/n's hand in his, feeling the tension between them. Suguru knew it would be a long road until they could overcome that fight, but he was determined to do whatever it took to regain her trust and love.

She looked into Suguru's eyes, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and sadness.

"Suguru... I love you, but I can't accept this. I can't accept that you plan to cause so much suffering and destruction, even if it's to achieve your goals. It's not right. No matter what happened, we can't justify genocide. We can't sacrifice innocent lives for a cause, no matter how noble it may seem."

Her words echoed in the room, weighted with all the gravity of what was at stake. She could see the pain in Suguru's eyes, the internal struggle he faced between his desire for change and the morality of his methods.

Suguru lowered his head, unable to meet Y/n's gaze. He knew she was right, but he also knew that giving up his plan would mean abandoning everything he had fought for. He felt trapped between duty and love, and he knew that whatever choice he made would have devastating consequences.

"I understand that you're worried," he said, struggling to keep calm in the face of the anguish gripping them both. "But you need to trust me. This is the only way. We can't turn back now."

She let out a heavy sigh, her shoulders slumping in resignation. She knew she wouldn't be able to make him give up, no matter how much she pleaded. The distance between them grew with every word spoken, with every moment of tense silence.

Suguru found himself torn between his love for Y/n and his mission. He wanted more than anything to maintain their relationship, but his conviction was unwavering. In the end, he knew he would have to face the possibility of losing her forever, if it meant achieving his goals.

And she could feel it, she felt a wave of betrayal wash over her, as if she had been sidelined for a plan she considered futile and unnecessary. The feeling of being put second, behind something she couldn't fully comprehend, left her with a overwhelming mix of emotions.

She looked at Suguru, her eyes reflecting a mix of pain and disappointment. She had trusted him, given him her heart and soul, only to be cast aside in favor of a purpose she couldn't fully understand.

Try as she might, the young woman couldn't ignore the feeling of betrayal, of being relegated to a secondary role in his life. It was a deep wound, a scar that she knew would take time to heal, if it ever would.

And as she watched Suguru continue to apologize, his words sounding hollow to her ears, Y/n wondered if she would ever be able to forgive him for putting his plan above everything, even their love.

She finally nodded, her tumultuous emotions making her feel like she was falling into an endless abyss. But before she could fully plunge into the darkness, Suguru's arms enveloped her, pulling her into a deep embrace. His warm breath echoed in her ear as he whispered comforting words.

"As important as my plan is, you should never run away from me, just be mine," he said with conviction, his words penetrating deep into his beloved's soul.

She clung to him tightly, her tears finally yielding to the comfort of his arms. As confused and hurt as she was, there was something comforting in the way he held her, as if nothing else mattered except that moment of unity.

Even though her trust in him was shaken, the girl found some solace in Suguru's promise. She knew the road ahead would be difficult and uncertain, but as long as she was in his arms, she would allow herself to believe that maybe, just maybe, there was hope for their future.

Even if it's an uncertain future.

He gently wiped away Y/n's tears, his soft touch contrasting with his words echoing possessiveness.

"I love when you cry, when you show your vulnerability only to me," he said, his voice filled with possession.

She felt a shiver run down her spine, a feeling of discomfort mixed with a strange form of affection. She found herself lost between the love she felt for Suguru and the unease his words caused her.

For a moment, she allowed herself to succumb to his comforting embrace, but deep down in her heart, she knew something wasn't right. Suguru's words echoed in her mind, leaving her questioning how far she was willing to go for love.

"You are mine, Y/n," he said, his eyes locked on hers with intensity. "No one else can have you like I do. Your vulnerability is only for me, and your heart belongs to me."

The young woman felt trapped between the desire to surrender completely to him and the need to maintain her independence and self-respect. She struggled to find the right words, her emotions in turmoil at Suguru's declarations.

As he continued to speak, his possessive words echoing in the room, she found herself faced with a difficult choice. She needed to decide whether the love she felt for Suguru was strong enough to accept this possessiveness or if it was time to claim her own autonomy and freedom.

With a determined touch, Suguru found the girl's lips, conveying an unwavering certainty of his possession over her. Each movement of his lips was charged with the intensity of his devotion, a silent declaration that she was unique, belonging only to him.

He wanted her to feel his firmness, to know that there was no room for doubts or uncertainties in his heart. That kiss was more than just a gesture of desire; it was an affirmation of his love, a promise of eternal protection and loyalty.

And as they surrendered to the passion of the moment, Y/n felt enveloped by a sense of belonging, knowing that in Suguru's arms, she was truly loved and cared for.

Or so she thought.

As they parted, Suguru kept his eyes fixed on his beloved's flushed face, closely watching every expression that danced on her features. The brief, firm touch on her neck was a subtle reminder of his dominant presence, but it also carried a trace of tenderness, as if he were marking her as his in an intimate and personal way.

He appreciated the sight of the blush on her cheeks, knowing that he had provoked that passionate reaction. It was as if the world around them had disappeared, leaving only the two of them, connected by a burning and undeniable bond.

And as they gazed at each other intensely, Y/n felt captivated by the depth of Suguru's gaze, losing herself in it as if it were the only place where she belonged.

And perhaps he really was the only place where this young woman completely lost herself for his form.

She couldn't explain or even describe how her whole body and being turned to dust just with the gentle touch of the man's cold and gentle fingers.

The way he slipped the thin nightgown she wore off her shoulders, his gaze never leaving the eyes of the girl in front of him, as if he wanted to capture any reaction she had. As if he enjoyed being the only one to provide that.

And he was.

The only one who made her skin tingle completely against his touch. His lips lingering softly on her neck, with a simple chaste and cold kiss making the girl murmur something indescribable. It was lovely to Suguru.

That feeling of power that she made him have, the way she was all for him, the way that whole body was totally and only claimed for him.

Suguru loved her. Or rather. Geto Suguru was obsessed with Y/n.

He was madly and faithfully in love with the girl. Being able to kill anyone who could be a problem for both of them. Even if it meant going after someone who once, in the past, had been his best friend.

Suguru was a peculiar and somewhat problematic man. He knew that.

He was a unbalanced man, but, alongside Y/n he felt totally balanced. Even though sometimes the young woman was stubborn, disagreeing with his ideas, and making the man wish to shatter every piece of that body. He still loved her.

A moan escaping through the lips of that man, the smile so sinful on his lips. The evident excitement as he watched every detail about the flushed face of that young woman, knowing how to satisfy all her desires, from the most innocent to the most sinful.

The way her lips trembled just to feel the beginnings of his thick length through her wet hole, how he hadn't even put half of it in and she was already a mess.

He smiled.

The dusk light brightly illuminating the mess the girl was in, an impulse made. A moan so loud that for sure some of the servants who were in the corridors could hear, assuming exactly what was happening in that room. His length fully inserted into that beautiful entrance, not caring about the pain she would be feeling, his movements so fast and needy, longing for how she would look giving him all her love.

A ludicrous thought crossed his mind.

Wondering how she would feel knowing that all the semen he ejaculated, painting her walls white, might one day flourish and perhaps, just perhaps, some kind of life would be created in her womb. Just the idea of that woman carrying his child, his own offspring, would be like a blessing. A bond that would join them for the rest of their lives.

It was exciting.

Suguru tightened his grip on her neck, his expression almost serious and intense as he gazed deeply into her eyes, his movements as strong as before. His tone of voice was firm, laden with possessiveness and determination.

"Y/n," he began, his deep voice echoing in the silent room almost like a whisper, "you are mine. There is nothing and no one that can take you away from me. In this world or any other."

He thrust even faster, each moan echoing like a promise of protection and possession. His eyes burned with desire and fierce determination as he continued, "I would kill anyone who tried to separate you from me. No one can challenge what is mine. You are mine, Y/n, and that will never change."

The girl felt a shiver run down her spine as she looked at him, unable to look away from the intensity of his presence. In his words, she found comfort and security, but also a passion so deep that it was almost frightening.

She knew, deep in her heart, that she was completely in his hands. And somehow, that excited her even more.

He then fiercely tightened his grip on her neck, her breath being taken away as he tightened his hold.

His final thrust caused the wet lips of the young woman to release a scream. The tip of his throbbing length in her womb, ejaculating the hot liquid inside her, her breath panting as she maintained her grip.

"You are mine, damn it

#gojou satoru x reader #geto suguru #yandere gojo #geto suguru x reader #toji fushiguro #jujutsu geto #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu kaisen toji #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jjk geto

[kirasgirl]

UNIVERSE

Geto suguru x reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

They say present choices influence the future, but some say you should seize the moment since your life in this universe is as short as the unique moments you'll have.

And for a while, she believed that, wondering for a long time, or rather, lying to herself by saying in her thoughts that the decision she made was simple, something of the moment that she would put herself at risk. Never imagining the danger she would put herself in.

Perhaps aware of where she would be at the moment, but blinded by the illusion of a promising future with someone she loved.

And that was illusory, given by the way she found herself at this exact moment. Emotions as transparent as the water falling outside from the rain hitting the ground.

They are in the hallway of an old Japanese temple, the stone walls witnessing their heated argument. Suguru, with eyes sparking with determination, confronts her, whose expression is a mixture of disbelief and indignation.

"You simply don't understand! This plan is necessary to purify our land, to eliminate those who only cause chaos and destruction."

It was frightening, for the first time in all the years they had been together, it was the first time he had shouted at her.

"I can't believe you're serious, Suguru. Indiscriminate killing isn't the answer. Are you willing to sacrifice innocent lives for your distorted vision of order?"

Suguru advances, fists clenched, eyes flaming with fanatical fervor.

"It's not about sacrifice, Y/n. It's about restoring balance, eliminating those who oppose our greater purpose."

The girl raises her hands in a defensive gesture, her face a mask of despair and sadness.

"I can't let you do this. If you go ahead with this plan, you'll be becoming what you despise the most. A power-hungry tyrant."

Tension fills the hallway as the two stare at each other, words heavy with weight.

"So you choose to side with the weak, Y/n? You'd rather oppose me than join the cause of true order?"

"It's not about weakness or strength, Suguru. It's about what's right. And your plan is anything but that." She responds immediately, fury in her eyes that were once so gentle.

Silence hangs between them, the echo of their words reverberating off the walls of the ancient temple. A decision must be made, and the fate of many hangs in the balance.

Suguru approaches her, a spark of malice shining in his eyes.

"Do you think I don't know about your unexpected visit to Satoru? I bet he filled your head with lies, trying to undermine our cause."

The young woman takes a step back, an expression of surprise mixed with caution spreading across her face.

"How did you... That's irrelevant!"

"Don't underestimate my resources, Y/n. I know more than you imagine. And I bet Satoru didn't miss the opportunity to influence your opinion, to sow doubts about our plans."

She lifts her chin, a spark of indignation igniting in her eyes.

"You want to know the truth? Satoru didn't influence me. He just opened my eyes to the truth, to the horror of what you're planning."

"Oh, is that what you think? That he's on your side? Don't fool yourself, darling. Satoru is a skilled manipulator, and you fell right into his trap."

The tension between them reaches its peak, each word laden with emotion and distrust.

Suguru advances another step, his voice filled with anger and possessiveness.

"How dare you defy our cause? How dare you meet with him, listen to his lies and betrayals?"

She stands her ground, a gleam of determination in her eyes.

"I'm not defying anything, Suguru. I'm fighting for what I believe is right, and if that means confronting your insane plans, then so be it."

Suguru clenches his fists tightly, his eyes flashing with a mix of fury and possessiveness.

"You're mine, darling. Your loyalty should be with me, not him. You have no idea what he's capable of, what he'll do to destroy us."

Y/n refuses to back down, her voice firm and unwavering.

"I don't belong to anyone, Suguru. Not to you, not to Satoru. I make my own choices, and I choose to fight against the darkness you're trying to bring upon us."

The tension between them is palpable, each word a spark in a powder keg about to explode.

Suguru steps back for a moment, his expression a mix of shock and indignation.

"What happened to you, Y/n? Just a few months ago, you were fully committed to our cause, willing to do anything to see our plans realized."

The girl faces Suguru with determination, her voice steady and unwavering.

"What happened is that I opened my eyes, Suguru. I saw the truth behind your empty promises of utopia. I saw the darkness lurking in your heart."

Suguru shakes his head, a mix of disbelief and sadness passing through his eyes.

"You're mistaken. Everything I'm doing is for the good of our land, for the good of our people. You just need to understand that."

She shakes her head firmly, her determination unyielding.

"No, Suguru. I understand perfectly. And that's why I'm fighting against you. Because I know your plans will only bring destruction and pain."

The tension between them reaches a new level, each firm in their convictions but with an impassable abyss between them.

Suguru grabs her arm with a force bordering on control, his empty eyes reflecting a sinister darkness.

"You're mine, Y/n. You always have been and always will be. No matter what you think or what you try to do. You belong to me."

The young woman shrinks under Suguru's firm grip, a mixture of fear and defiance shining in her eyes.

"I am not your property, Suguru. You can't control me like this."

He lets out a bitter laugh, his lips twisting into a crooked smile.

"Oh, but I can, Y/n. And you know it. Any decision you make will be futile, because in the end, you'll always come back to me."

He then softens his grip, his voice taking on a honeyed and manipulative tone.

"Because, Y/n, I love you. And everything I'm doing is for our own good. You need to trust me, trust our love."

The young girl struggles against Suguru's grasp, her eyes filled with distrust and anguish at the sweet words echoing in her ears.

"You know there's no future for you beyond me, Y/n. Our connection is stronger than anything. I am your safe harbor, your guide in this tumultuous life."

His voice grows more intense as he stares into her eyes, trying to find any sign of weakness.

"You can't resist me. Our destinies are intertwined, our souls merging into one. And together, we can conquer anything. Right?"

Y/n fights against the suffocating feeling, trying to stand firm against the man's manipulations.

"I don't belong to you, Suguru. My heart and mind are my own. And I won't let you control my life or my choices."

He lets out a bitter laugh, his eyes shining with dangerous intensity.

"You'll learn, Y/n. Sooner or later, you'll understand that you can't escape from me. And when that happens, I'll be here to welcome you back, with open arms and a heart full of love."

She finally breaks free from Suguru's grip, her eyes filled with tears, a deep pain echoing in her chest. She slowly steps away, each step a battle against the torrent of emotions threatening to consume her.

Unable to articulate a word, Y/n turns her back on Suguru and runs through the temple corridors, her soft steps echoing in the quietness of the surroundings. A burning anger seizes her being, a mixture of indignation and sadness flooding her mind.

As she flees, the feeling that Suguru's words were true weighs on her like an anchor. A part of her wishes he's wrong, but another part knows that the truth lies there, hidden in the depths of her soul.

She runs, determined to find answers within herself, away from his manipulations and control. The cold night wind caresses her face as she moves away, a spark of hope rising in her heart despite the darkness surrounding her.

Suguru watches her leave, a sense of emptiness settling in his chest, even as he tries to suppress it firmly. He knows his actions were harsh, that he distanced himself from the man he once was, the man who loved Y/n more than anything.

A wave of self-awareness washes over him, making him question his own choices. He remembers the happy moments he shared with her, the dreams they built together, and a pang of regret forms in his chest.

But still, he knows he can't deviate from the path he's chosen. The plans he's laid out are greater than any personal feeling, and he refuses to let his love for her distract him from his goals.

With a heavy sigh, Suguru hardens his determination, promising himself that he won't allow anything, not even love, to stop him from achieving his objectives. He puts his mask of impassiveness back on, ready to face whatever challenges the future holds, even if it means sacrificing the only person he ever truly loved.

Deep down in his heart, a whirlwind of doubts assaults Suguru. He wonders if pursuing his plans, no matter the cost, is worth sacrificing the love and happiness he once knew with that girl.

Despite his apparent determination, he finds himself tormented by the possibility that this path may lead him to loneliness and regret. He wonders if he'll be able to live with the weight of his choices, drifting further away from the person he truly is.

A whispering voice inside him reminds him of the moments of tenderness and joy he shared with Y/n, and he feels a tightening in his chest, a pain that goes beyond the ambitions and goals he seeks to achieve.

Despite all his certainties, a small seed of doubt begins to sprout within him, fueled by the memory of the love he once shared with her. He wonders if this is truly the destiny he desires for himself, if this is the person he wants to become.

But for now, he buries those doubts deep down, sealing them beneath a layer of determination and purpose. He knows he can't afford to hesitate, not when he's so close to achieving his ultimate goal. So, with a resigned sigh, he presses on, ignoring the emotional turmoil within him and marching towards his uncertain destiny.

In the cold silence of the temple, Y/n finds herself lost in a storm of emotions, her tears mingling with the pain in her heart. She wonders if the choices she made, driven by the love she felt for him, were truly worth it.

Every moment of happiness they shared now seems overshadowed by the shadow of betrayal and manipulation. She wonders if the price she paid for this love was too high, if the sacrifice of her own identity and values was worth it.

The memories of the happy moments she shared with Suguru clash within her with the sad reality of the present. She wonders if she'll ever find inner peace again, if she'll ever forgive herself for being swept away by blind love and the promise of a future that now seems illusory.

As the tears continue to stream down her face, she finds herself confronted with the possibility that perhaps, just perhaps, everything she did for love was in been in vain, desperately leading her to the end she was in.

#gojou satoru x reader #geto suguru #yandere gojo #geto suguru x reader #toji fushiguro #jujutsu geto #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu kaisen toji #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jjk geto

[kirasgirl]

UNIVERSE

Geto Suguru x reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

It was almost predictable that that feeling would come at one time or another. Almost like observing for years some mystery in the universe, waiting for and creating theories about what will be the next step that will cause a conclusion, whether good or bad.

It was clear about how everything would end at an expected end, as if it had already been written line by line by destination.

But deep in her being, in the midst of her bowels, she already knew that she would have ended up in as she is.

Of course she knew.

Perhaps the decision she made while she was young caused this consequence that she lived today.

But what could she have done?

She was a teenager.

A stupid teenager in love with a person. A teenager who believed she had finally found the end of her red thread, of course, was dreaming of something like this.

But deep in her soul, she knew that this was nothing more than a silly and futile legend created thousands of years ago, a legend that she knew was non-existent but that she wanted to believe only for her childish self.

She knew very well that this wouldn't exist. Another half? Oh, of course not.

But she couldn't deny it, she was really in love, or always has been.

She's always been in love with one person.

It was almost inevitable to remember how everything happened, in its fifteen years and today there were twenty-three. Everything went so fast, almost unnoticed by your eyes. Perhaps your consciousness has finally arrived in your thoughts, like the time of light.

Oh, sorry.

Not because she was in love, but because she let this love go beyond limits that the young woman did not expect to have reached. But it was inevitable, she loved him so much that she couldn't stand the idea of having to let him go far away and put his life at risk. But it didn't help at all, just that their lives were now with their hours and seconds numbered.

She wished she could go back in time.

"Shit..."

The sting on your finger spread a little pain through your hand. Stunned by her thoughts that she barely realized how her hands were stroking some prickly roses through the huge temple garden.

It was a graceful afternoon, yours flooding with orange and pink colors, showing the nearby sunset. And when I saw it, it was a beautiful view seen from that huge garden that resided on the temple property.

She watched as she dripped a small drop of blood on the ground through the hole in her finger, almost subtle. His eyes watching around, seeing only some of the Miko walking down the corridors near the temple while doing some of his tasks.

It was almost lonely to be there, she thought subtly.

His hand wiping himself on his clothes before getting up from his crouched shape, a sigh escaping from his lips.

Oh...

She gently felt a family cologne, automatically a genuine smile appearing on her soft lips.

He was back.

She turned around, his eyes softening slightly while watching the way he approached, ignoring how he was away a few days ago, a different feeling of nostalgia in his heart.

He smiled back at her, his slender shape in front of him as he watched the girl walk to him.

"Suguru!" She hugged him subtly, his head leaning on his toned chest while feeling his arms wrapping his being, a soft caress on his head before a kiss was left there. "Did you manage to finish the job?"

They walked away, Geto missing her tightness around him, but answering the question she asked.

"Not exactly, but I was able to complete half of the work. Those monkeys anyway would have the end they deserved."

Her soft look is gone, now occupying a doubtful feature, almost as if she had been betrayed again.

"What end did you deserve? What are you saying?" She asked, her voice was totally different this time. "You said you would solve temple matters and you said you wouldn't kill anyone."

He approached her again, him hand going against the young woman's waist, pulling close to her body while the other hand gently caressed a strand of her hair.

The false smile showing on he lips while she watched stunned and with a hint of anger at the small lie.

"Honey, I didn't want you to get mad" Geto began, his voice a little lower. "You know how useless these monkeys are to us, and we must end useless things..."

He waited for a reaction from you, getting only a sigh that came out of his tasty lips.

"Don't get angry, okay?" He said, a chaste kiss being left near the girl's lips, who just closed her eyes in disbelief.

"Of course..." admitted. "But don't lie again, Sugu..."

"I'm not going." He answered immediately.

And again that same conversation that they would both have in all the years they were together.

It was tormenting to know that repentance does not bring any moment of the past back, because if it did, she would have been the happiest person in the universe. But she wasn't being grateful for the now, of course not, she somehow loved the person she was with, but she knew it wouldn't last long.

She knew the end of it.

"Oh, and what did you do while I was away? He asked, almost whispering in his ear for the proximity.

"The same as always, just walking around the garden..." she said. "Oh, and I went to the city to buy some things."

The lie on the tip of your tongue... and oops.

"Are you sure?" The tightness at her waist increased, causing her to widen her eyes in a choking.

He noticed.

"O-of course..." she immediately said, her smile faltering as he looked at her. "I didn't do anything else, just the same thing you know I always do."

It was no use lying anymore.

Geto was smart enough to understand a lie.

And he knew her well enough to understand her reactions.

"Don't lie to me, Y/n." Her voice was harsh on her.

Her body faltered, the tension previously present in his body appearing before his whole being, his hands closing in a fist while the desire to cry seemed to be near.

She was so weak that she couldn't utter the next words.

"He was here..."

Geto walked away a little, not letting go of the girl's waist, just enough to look into her eyes. As much as he didn't want to admit it, his heart beat a little faster with the mention of the name. Even more so in thinking that the girl was without her company while the presence of the aforementioned was in her absence.

"What did he say?"

It was a sense of guilt in her chest that gradually increased as the steps the young woman took against the stone tiles on the outside of the property of the huge temple.

The cold against the reddish cheeks, his hands kneading the small paper between his fingers, wondering what exactly he was doing. If it was the right thing. If she really wanted to know what was happening outside the walls of those temples she was in a few years ago.

Her heart jumped faster as she walked, the huge coat she wore, the same as Geto's, was the only source of heat she wore to protect herself from the cold, since downstairs there was only a small sweater with a thin silk cloth.

The overwhelming fear of being caught by one of the mikos that morning, afraid of what they would say to Geto if they saw her.

And she stopped.

His breathing got stuck in his throat, the feeling of tightness, as if a large and strong hand was wrapped around his neck, squeezing firmly with each passing second. It was scary.

His trembling eyes in front of him, feeling the warmth of the cursed energy he emitted by this environment. The fear is even greater.

Her legs almost gave way, without learning to walk for a moment when she saw the figure a little ahead.

Her slender back and high height, causing her to have to raise her head slightly so that she could have a better view of her face.

It's been a while.

How long has she not remembered that? How long has she not remembered that that boy's threads were as white as the snow that fell in winter? How long has it been since she saw him in that ridiculous uniform she always wore?

She didn't remember.

She had already lost track of time.

And that made his heart sink even deeper when he turned around, just sunglasses covering those blue penetrating eyes.

"It's been a while." He started, incredible as it may seem, that playful smile still on his lips. "How's Suguru? I see you've achieved a lot of things, like shit, I thought you and Suguru would be able to manage a temple like-"

"What do you want, Gojo?"

She interrupted him, knowing that if he let him, he probably wouldn't speak his mouth. And it was strange that he was silent, but it was even stranger the laugh he gave soon after.

"Gojo?" It started, offended by the way you called him by last name, so used to the way you called him by his own name. "What happened to Satoru..."

She rolled her eyes, thinking about how she may have accepted this man's invitation to a refined conversation after a few years.

"I don't have much time." She said without patience. "Answer my question, what do you want?"

It was like a cue.

Gojo sighed, combing some of his strands back and taking off his glasses thus revealing his unlimited blue eyes. Your cursed energy is even stronger.

What a strange feeling she had.

"I want you to go back to school, Y/n."

Your heart stopped, an instant choking. Discredited that he really came here at dawn to say that.

His gaze faltered, looking at the ground for a moment before looking at Gojo's eyes.

"You know I can't, not anymore." She started, knowing the consequences that her choices had. "You know that very well, Satoru, I can't go back."

Gojo took a step forward while she took another step back. Gojo's look was briefly saddened by the attitude that the young woman had.

"Yes, you can. With my influence I can postpone its execution, maybe I can even get them to annul it and then-"

"You know that director Yaga doesn't forgive what I did." She interrupted him again. "Being an accomplices of a quasi-genocide is irreversible execution."

Gojo bit his tongue, his chest tightening even more.

"You weren't guilty, you were manipulated!" Gojo said, his tone of voice is a little louder than usual. "You can come back and I'll tell my superiors everything. I will say that he manipulated you and made you follow you, over time they will understand and annul your execution, just come home, Y/n... you didn't kill anyone, you didn't do evil."

It was almost like a desperate appeal, wanting to save a life that in the eyes can no longer be saved, and that was scary.

enjoy as much as he is known for his self-centered personality, he loves his friends, he values the people he cares about. And having gone through the mourning of losing two people at once, was like a whirlwind of responsibilities, as if he had become aware that he was now the strongest sorcerer in the world, and so the responsibilities were his, even if it meant having to execute his two best friends.

But deep down he believed he could sort things out, deep down he believed that he could at least save her while there was still time.

But that was impossible.

It was painful to have wanted to see her go in a direction in which he knows she doesn't want, just for loving someone.

And that made him feel even worse.

The feeling of a broken heart, knowing that she would choose it from a thousand universes.

It would always be him.

But Gojo would like to save the only person he still cares about and hopes that he will change his mind and return home.

"And what would Suguru look like? I can't just abandon him like this after all..."

Oh, of course.

There was him as an obstacle to a better life, a life that Gojo would love to provide for the girl.

"You need to leave him, Y/n..." he realized how the soft expression of Y/n fell apart to an angry feature, his hands closing in fists. "Suguru has already lost control of himself, how long do you two have for him to end up killing one of you? You need to open your eyes and see that the Geto Suguru from before does not exist and will not exist, you are only attached to it."

It was like small needles being stuck in her arteries, injecting the most dangerous poison that would kill her painfully.

Not because of the way he had said it, so coldly. But because it was true, Geto Suguru was no longer the same.

But she wouldn't accept it easily.

"You don't understand, do you really want to be enslaved by non-witches just for their own good? Suguru will end this and we will live in a better world... that's what he wants-"

"It's what he wants, not what you want." Gojo interrupted her, a step approaching the young woman gently, hoping that something would touch the deepest of her mind and change her thinking. "Stop pretending that what Geto put in your head is something you agree with, you don't agree with any of this. Please, Y/n... come with me, let's get out of it and I promise I'll solve the issue about your execution, you can start over."

His heart palpitated even more when he felt the man's icy hands against both of them. The girl's bright eyes by the tears that threatened to fall looked at him, her pink lips shaking slightly.

Only the thought of all this made her want to collapse against anyone.

He was right, she didn't agree with everything that was happening. She never agreed.

She just can't let Geto follow a path that would cost her life without her. And that was painful to hear, to know that she was like his pet dog, and whatever he said she would gladly do, even if she didn't agree.

"I... I can't..." she started, the voice fails at first. "I can't abandon Suguru after all, and even more, they will kill him... I'm going to live with a guilt for the rest of my life."

"Guilt?" Gojo questioned it. "Guilt for what? Geto will be the culprit of his death, he is aware of it, only you who don't. And if he continues, he will also be guilty of killing you."

She took his hands away from him, moving away quickly. His hands wiping the tears that flowed, thanking you for the night for briefly hiding the tears.

"You have to leave." She warned, the paper in her hands kneading even more.

"Why?"

"Just go away, Gojo. You don't want problems, do you?" She warned me once again.

"You can't ignore everything that's happening and what I said." Gojo uttered, putting on his glasses. "If you change your mind, you know what to call me."

Like a cue, Gojo sighed in defeat, but deep down with the hope that the young girl would do what he had asked for. Wanting her to call him desperately, willing to change his mind and go back with everything.

But another part of Gojo knew it was almost as if it were impossible for this to happen.

"I'm not going after you, there's nothing I can change my mind, I want it." She declared her voice confident, but with a pinch of lies. "You never come here again."

A slight bite was left on his lips, nervousness disappearing when the man's penetrating eyes lost their luster, his mouths opening slightly to say something but being prevented, as if the wind had suddenly stolen his voice.

She just turned around, walking along the path of stone tiles that were in the garden. Gradually his figure diminished in the boy's vision, while disappearing on that dark night.

Not even a last look at Gojo was made, choosing to just leave, but deep down her chest screamed for something that she was not able to decipher, wanting that somewhere in this universe her decision had been different.

A small tear dripped from his eyes, only tracing the way through his pink cheeks as he left. The cursed energy that had previously been in the place disappearing, showing that Gojo had left.

And in the end, she knew she had just missed an opportunity to start over, just for fear that the red line that connected her from Geto would be cut.

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[kirasgirl]

UNIVERSE

Geto suguru x reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

The universe, in a way, was a vast mystery that occupied the infinite, the way your being, your history, your past and your future was as unknown as a legend that your ancestor had told you while you were just a small and lonely star in the midst of such a large and mysterious world.

It was even admirable how much the universe could be described in so many ways, but deep down, we would hardly know if it was true or somehow false. Leaving an internal confusion in your weakened mind that was almost another small internal universe, made just for you and to whirl your little mind with the mystery of your future and the haunted terrible past.

It was good to remember how, in her childhood, only when she was a small innocent soul wandering through the terrible universe in which she lived, small steps of feathers walking down the wooden floor, the smell of her childhood in her nostrils only with the spectacular memory of how she nestled in her mother's lap, only as a form of protection for which you hoped

"Mommy..." the childish tone in the girl's voice was soft. "Tell that story one more time!"

His mother's laugh was soft, a sigh escaping before she caressed him softly before saying something so simple.

"The moment you are born, the gods generously tie a red thread to your little ankles that will connect you with some person in the world, even if they are on the other side of the world, one way or another you will always be connected. meet. and be destined."

It was something romantic, something her mother told her in hopes that the girl would gracefully dream of a loving future that many girls dream of.

"Mommy?" The little girl called out to her, a question in mind.

"Hum?"

"What if I don't find my person?"

His mother laughed. "Don't worry, my dear, somewhere in this universe, there is someone waiting for you."

The little girl smiled from ear to ear.

"Mommy?" She called her again.

"Hum?"

"Do you think you and daddy are connected by the red thread?"

"..." it was inevitable to feel the woman's heart beat a little faster, the girl's big, bright eyes watching her almost like a big star that shone in space thousands of years ago before exploding gracefully. Her chest being corrupted by the feeling of a broken heart, by the pain of not wanting to ruin her daughter's charming thought with something that would leave her pensive just like the girl, wondering exactly the same thing, as it wasn't something the woman wanted, or , in short, something she was forced to do. Forced to marry such a rude and deplorable man. "Of course sweetheart..."

She smiled with her eyes closed, stating what her daughter had asked as if it were true, not wanting to ruin her innocent thoughts about her parents' adorable love.

A non-existent love.

Not wanting her daughter to end up exactly like her.

As much as it was an idea from your childhood, a legend told by your mother, a memory from your childhood, you couldn't help but remember it every night you went to bed. Being bombarded by cloudy thoughts that invaded the skies of her mind and created a huge storm, causing all the water to drain from the deep irises of her eyes on some dark and lonely nights.

She wished it was true what her mother said.

She wanted it to be true. But she knew better. His mother was a good mother and also a good liar. She lied to you. He lied about what love was like.

And that all this discovery cost him his sanity. Discovering what you've been waiting for your whole life, having false inspiration throughout your childhood, it actually wasn't all that.

You expected something sweet and subtle, you expected love to be like walking down the streets on a spring day where the Sakura flowers would be at their peak of soft colors. You hoped love would be like if you went to visit your grandparents' house while playing on the huge property, you could smell the cookies being baked and made just for you. But love wasn't quite like that. Love could have a quicker and more understandable definition.

Love was like the universe, vast, empty, cold and somehow fascinating.

And in the end, you hoped to believe that a small part of your brain, which held incredibly happy memories from your childhood, could act, making you have the slightest hope about something that in the back of your adult mind, you knew was. it was not possible.

You hoped that the legend your mother told you during your childhood was true, you hoped that somewhere in the universe you were linked to someone.

And you were.

But some part inside her knew that deep down, this thread that connected them was not just a soft red thread, but rather like her arteries that connected her entire body to one place, her heart. It was as if black wires tightly connected around her ankles caused her to stumble and fall into a vast unknown abyss.

An abyss that, in a way, she loved.

In the dim light of a cold, starry night, shadows danced among the moon's rays, painting a scene of mystery and intrigue. In the elegant dining hall, the atmosphere was filled with anticipation and tension. The glow of candles danced across the ornate walls, casting dancing shadows that seemed to whisper ancient secrets.

It was almost as if it were a silent abyss, if it weren't for the tormented sounds of the cutlery hitting the glass, filling the huge hall that before was like an absolute silence of a universe unknown to the human mind.

The table was filled with a delicious feast as the pale figure seemed distracted by the food in front of him. Your stomach turns at the thought of putting that in your mouth. Choosing to ignore the path of survival I had to follow.

Her head was swimming and seemed to have no end, biting her tongue involuntarily as she became even more distracted, observing the afterlife, Tao absorbed.

Y/n... Y/n

His name in his head that was spinning dizzily aimlessly. Lost.

"Y/n."

Oh.

His face seemed to have a reaction, the previously distracted figure corrected himself, his posture straight and slender as he looked at the source of the voice in front of him.

His heart sank as he heard the voice enter his ears as he became distracted by his own intrusive thoughts. Embarrassed by her appearance.

Her face lowered slightly as she picked up the cutlery and tried to focus on the food, a failed attempt.

"What is thinking?"

She looked up again, a mental tremor at the sight of those black eyes of the abyss that watched her so deeply.

"Nothing... just... distracting myself, must be tired." She lied.

A small laugh echoed through the huge hall and his heart stopped.

The large and long hands of the slender figure that sat in front of him reached for her dark hair, her long hair forming a small half bun while a strand dared to fall on her forehead. Leaning back in the chair and letting his head fall back as his hand cupped his face, such an evil smile on his lips.

It was terrible to remain in that silence that dared to come later.

"I talked to Iako." He began, lifting his head to look specifically at the frightened orbs of the girl in front of him. "She told me that while I was gone you didn't even dare eat."

Oh. Of course, Iako.

A woman who seemed to have been there for a while, a miko who was always willing to be loyal to the man in front of her.

Of course she would.

"I just wasn't very hungry, don't worry, I'm fine."

The young woman responded in a way that seemed friendly. Falsely grabbing some food before bringing it to her mouth, the smell entering her nose in a way that made her almost vomit right then and there.

She forced herself to eat.

The texture of your mouth turning your stomach, the feeling of vomiting almost close. The terrible dryness as she forced all that gourmet food served at that dinner down his throat, making him seem so selfish for even touching the plate.

She stood up, choking a little as she completely swallowed the food, nausea present in her body.

"I'm going to the room..." she said, a simple glance at the man who was looking at her curiously. Her attractive face showing doubts as to why she was acting like this.

Something happened.

Of course there was.

And he knew very well what.

"Good evening, Suguru."

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[kirasgirl]

THE LAST DAY| Eren yaeger

Life had something, something that many had not yet deciphered or found. Something that throughout your life you will find in the most unexpected way. Something you would say to be with a blessing, or, if you have bad luck, the greatest curse of all your lives.

Like everything else in human life, there is always a price.

And the price that many pay is loneliness.

If life gives you something, it is your wisdom and responsibility to watch over and cherish as if it were a blessing from any existing god.

But... the human being, in his wildest and most unbalanced way, there was a defect.

Selfishness.

The selfishness of letting life go by so desperate and fast, leaving the most intimate and softest moments aside. Selfishness, of neglecting all your life, the moments, the feelings, the pains... the people. Selfishness was the greatest defect that will ever allow the human being to live his life so correctly and vividly.

It was inevitable.

And she knew it.

There really was something to life.

Life gave it to her.

And she neglected in the most sinful way. Leaving his selfishness ahead of what life provided him, and thus realizing, too late, that what life had given in a certain way had evaporated as well as many moments that it neglected.

She knew that the world wouldn't end up with a simple thing.

The world wouldn't end.

But she does.

Would she destroy herself day after day, maybe blaming herself for a simple event that she prioritized herself, maybe for the fear of getting hurt, or maybe because she was just confused?

Life was fleeting.

The moments were fleeting.

The feelings were fleeting.

People were fleeting.

Loves were passengers.

But the pain of carrying the weight of having made a small decision that perhaps at the time she thought was right, and in the end, it was the biggest mistake she would make, this pain would never be fleeting.

The pain of a broken heart will never be fleeting, having to carry all the weight for the rest of your life.

Of course you will learn to live with this agonizing pain in your chest every night you are alone in your room, just thinking about all the possibilities.

The word that will be repeated so much in your mind.

What if...

Finally the tears descend all over your cheek, wetting with salty tears, letting all that pain that did not fit in your chest overflow through your eyes, just looking for a way to relieve yourself. Which in the end, it won't do anything.

What would be worse than that? She would wonder in the hope that there would be no worse pain.

But there was.

And she would remember so vividly that her heart would be squeezed and tears would threaten to fall again.

That day.

Maybe a little less worse than the day your pain started.

The day she accommodated so comfortably in the arms of those who saw her born, in the arms of someone that she would not feel the body heat for so long. The arms of someone she wondered why she hasn't felt that heat for so long.

The pain of realizing that her life passed so quickly that she barely remembered the last time she was in her mother's warm arms, which as a child, being away from her mother was like a nightmare.

Now realizing this, how hard her heart squeezed to think how much the woman who saw firsthand all her little ones until the great moments of her childhood, perhaps lonely for losing such intimate contact with her dear daughter.

Oh, your mother's heart certainly contracted much less in the face of it.

In fact, what hurt the most in her mother's heart was seeing her daughter shed tears so painful for a broken heart and the pain was so huge that she barely restrained herself in staying away from her maternal arms.

Just like a little girl who just hurt her knee.

But now much more sore with his heart shattered.

She got up, her body as heavy as her mind.

His sore eyes by so much shed tear that was there. No longer having any water to be spilled from your eyes.

Disoriented, barely even getting a sense of the time of how much she was locked in her apartment, not even seeing the sunlight for days.

She sat on the bed so soft.

Your mind is so empty, as well as your stomach.

Just something on your mind.

"Shit, Eren..."

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[kirasgirl]

ECLIPSE| Geto Suguru x Reader

CW: angst

Legend has it that the Sun and Moon have been in love with each other since their inception. But they could never be together, because the Moon only appeared when the Sun would go away. Thus, the Gods, with their infinite goodness, created the Eclipse as proof that there is no impossible love in the world.

And he believed in this legend for a long time in his childhood, inspired by his mother, who wanted her son to grow up hoping for something beautiful and soft.

And throughout his childhood, the Eclipse was something he would like to witness, witness the encounter that would last years, decades or centuries to happen again between the Sun and the Moon. Just to be able to see that love for any being was not impossible.

Maybe she did something bad to do it.

Make your son believe in something so... liar.

But maybe she only had thoughts when raising her son in this way, thinking it would be something silly, which (un)fortunately he took to her life.

Until you grow up and find out the whole truth.

Which was more painful than he imagined.

It started with simple things.

The conversations, the thoughts, the intelligence.

And it was just getting better. He’s noticing things he would never have imagined perceiving in anyone.

His eyes were beautiful.

His skin was so soft when he touched her affectionately for the first time.

His lips... looked so soft, he would like to try them at least once.

And then he found himself imagining. Wondering how he could do to get your attention.

Not least because, anyway, he was him.

Geto Suguru.

He had never been worried about anything like this, only in his jujutsu techniques.

And maybe that would have made your interest worse.

You were so strong. He hated in a way, knowing that he couldn’t protect you already knowing that you would do it for yourself.

He wasn’t silly.

He met you for a long time. Knowing how strong you were both physically and emotionally.

But if he knew you so well, why didn’t he notice?

Why didn’t he realize the way you started acting? The way you acted with him?

You looked so different.

So angry with everything and everyone around for a while, until anger became disappointment, and disappointment became remorse.

You certainly weren’t the young woman of before.

But he tried to understand you.

Geto tried to understand you, tried to help you, tried to talk. And you gave him that opening. You for a brief moment allowed yourself to open up to him as before, but still, Geto didn’t understand you.

It was as if he were a child listening to an adult’s conversation.

Why were you saying all those things about where they lived and learned most of their lives? Was it ingratitude? He didn’t understand her.

Not yet.

He didn’t understand when you said about your plan.

“This is the only way to create a new world, Suguru! So come with me.”

He seemed so confused, his hair loose over his eyes, the morning moonlight while you seemed very well awake about that night. His look that was once so bright, now so empty and with closed thoughts.

The figure in front of him was unrecognizable to speak the truth.

“Are you sure that’s what you want to do?”

He questioned, his voice was so hoarse because of the sleep that was interrupted. “You can’t just do this to innocent people. They are not to blame for their self-destructive suffering.” Geto has concluded.

His chest burning deeply when he says the following lines. Observing how you shrank softly, your eyes going straight to your fingers that moved constantly.

Oh…

You were so upset.

He knew you well to know that you weren’t well with his answer. At least this little habit had changed.

And he was right in a way.

But he would have liked to have said something else.

Because, after that day, he never saw her again.

You were like a secret to which you were spreading, the more time you , the more distorted you were. And it was true. The more time passed, the less Geto knew you. And that scared him.

You had changed your sweet thoughts just for something that happened. And he wanted to understand why.

He still had hoped that you would go back to jujutsu school and go back as you were before.

But then.

“(Name) is being sought to die.”

When those words came out of the lips of Gojo, his best friend. He felt scared.

Fear, because he knew, that he would lose you.

The fact that you, who were such a sweet person and against the killing, had now massacred hundreds of people just for selfish thinking.

He didn’t understand at first, obviously not.

But he took a risk.

He risked, because his feeling intensified even more, knowing that there was limited time for you.

And he really did.

“(Name)…”

His name came out so bittersweet on Geto’s lips, his trembling look on his back silhouette.

His hair had grown. He noticed.

You turned around widely, such a beautiful smile adorning her lips, as if it were nothing to kill hundreds of people, as much as and whenever she wanted.

“Suguru...” she said so softly, watching the boy’s pulled eyes trembled in his figure. “Were you sent here to kill me?”

He can almost hear a playful laugh from the girl. Your chest burned down.

“No.” He answered immediately.

The young woman’s lips perfectly formed an O, almost ironic.

“Oh of course-”

“Why are you doing this?” He asked immediately, ignoring the people around them who followed their lives.

His smile disappeared, a distant look appearing in his expression. It seemed to have been a question to which you felt confused about the answer. But he still answered.

“You know, Suguru... you’ve always been my favorite.” You started, a smile with thin lips. “For me, you are the smartest person in the Jujutsu world, maybe now you don’t understand, but I’m sure at some point you will understand.”

“You didn’t answer my question.” He insisted, maintaining his strong posture, even if in fact, he just wanted to confess everything right there, enjoy his last moment by breathing the same air as the young woman.

“Sacrifice is always necessary for peace to be established.”

He didn’t have an answer.

Because that was the last thing you said before mysteriously disappearing in that crowd.

Geto came to you all over the city of Tokyo.

And he never found her again.

And then he realized it.

That the story your mother told was nothing more than a small children’s story.

Well, he would never have his eclipse.

No matter how, he would never have his rare reunion with the one he loved the most.

Well, the moment he understood what she really meant. It was too late.

The eclipse occurred, but Geto, with his naivety, did not realize when his moon passed so close to his sun.

And he only realized that when his sun was already setting.

His eyes were so wide, and his chest longing for the sight in front of him to be a lie.

Tears threatening his eyes, but containing themselves boldly.

In Gojo’s arms, his cold body.

You seemed to be sleeping so peacefully. An eternal sleep, which I would dream of for all its eternity.

And he knew at that moment what you meant by “peace will come after the sacrifice”.

Oh yeah.

His sadness did not last long for the anger to settle in his heart.

The vision of all those humans incapable of anything but worship their people, applauding their death.

As if you were a mere curse in their eyes.

Oh, how Geto felt.

He really understood what you said.

It’s too late.

But it would make it worth every second stepping on the ground, delivering on a tray to everyone what you planned.

Because at some point, he hoped to be able to see your eclipse.

Even if in your situation, love was really impossible.

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[kirasgirl]

GOD COMPLEX| jujutsu Kaisen x FEM!reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

SHE ANSWERED THE PHONE.

"Mrs. (name), there is a guest here at the reception, should I release him for you?" The voice of the young receptionist was heard through the line.

The actress agreed, causing the receptionist to immediately disconnect the call, releasing the guest to her suite.

The girl crawled her feet on the cold floor of her suite, the silk robe in red color covering her naked body.

The single and thin layer of fabric against your soft skin.

Her cold hands going against the glass containing wine that had been served as soon as she arrived at the exclusive suite for her. Feeling the liquid go down her throat, she sighed.

Having canceled the small meeting he had with Gojo earlier, because of the stress he was in, wanting to look for some source to calm down.

Let it not be the drugs.

The bell of the suite rang, her ears sharpening before she fixed her hair briefly before walking in gentle steps to the door. Hands so soft against the door, typing the small password before the door opens.

The wide view in front of you making you open a smile from ear to ear.

The tall man in front of him licked his lips, his look so sinful walking all over the girl's body, absorbing every detail he can capture.

From the silk fabric fallen on her body, the fabric almost transparent, understanding where the young woman wanted to go at that moment.

He wasn't silly.

And much less was she.

The clothes he wore being his work clothes, a little more sloppy. The white shirt unbuttoned slightly to his chest, exposing his toned and large chest. The coat he accompanied with his pants in his hands while his hair remained lying on his face as always.

The smell of cologne entering the girl's nostrils so that she felt like she had been bewitched.

Without prior notice, his hands clung to the boy's shirt, pulling him inside and closing the door behind him.

A small and single click signaling that it had been completely locked.

Alone with that big man.

The burning inside him was almost impossible to control before his lips fell desperately but slow on that boy's lips.

Exploring every space he could from that man's magnificent mouth, his big hands going to her waist, seeking support while his arms wrapped around his neck. The kiss deepening even further as his steps went to the king size bed of that luxurious suite.

Clumsy steps before throwing the young actress there.

The silk fabric slipping down his shoulders, exposing his marked clavicle, leaning on his elbow while the man stood in front of him, between his legs.

A hand being taken to your tie, loosening even more.

"That's fast." He smiled maliciously, surprised by the girl's direct attitude towards him.

Barely knowing what she would be able to do tonight, but willing to find out everything about what she was doing on four walls.

"Not time for conversation, Fushiguro." She said without fear, her lips splitting up.

His hand grabbing the CEO's tie before pulling him again for another deep kiss. The boy's leg between the girl's legs, so close to her groin that he pulsed anxiously in search of touch.

He laughed between the kisses.

Bold.

Realizing how sassy the girl was, naked under that little fabric. As if were desperate to be fucked by that man.

Oh, how that turned him on.

The young woman dropping small moans on those lips so sweet when Toji descended to her neck and collarbone, leaving a trail of kisses, sucking her skin so hungry for more. The bulge almost causing your pants to tear.

Her tongue tracing each mark by her skin, making her feel even more excited.

That man's so powerful hands going against the origin of his pleasure. Her hands touching causing the girl to tremble softly in her arms, knowing that she was so sensitive by her touch.

He smiled even more.

Just the feeling of having control over that dangerous girl causing her brain to create so many sinful images.

His lips came together strongly.

The kiss as fast as before, the fire burning in lust while exploring the girl's mouth with her tongue.

She smiled between the kiss, her hands being quick with the buttons on the boy's shirt, soon descending into his pants, her fingers already on his zipper, descending gently.

His body burning even more on fire when he felt how big and long he was. The bulge against her hand making her smile even more.

"I-" she shut him up, her finger against her half-open lips.

A request for silence while I looked at him so ardently.

"Don't worry, sweetie..." she laughed naughty, climbing on top of the boy.

Her hips briefly grinding against his bulge. His cock throbbing at the small approach. So wet, just wanting to feel that woman's hot, tight walls.

He was so excited.

The way the silk robe slipped over her body, showing her completely naked figure against the light of the moonlight and the busy city that entered the huge open windows of the place.

Her nipples completely hard in arousal, the figure of the man in front of her below her. His dark hair stuck to his forehead due to the heat that was building up from all that sensation. His bare chest is so defining.

Toji growled ferociously, his sanity disappearing, unable to wait any longer.

He pushed against her.

Her hands firmly gripped the hips of the moaning young actress, that sweet moan escaping her glossy lips, her mouth parted as she moved up and down against that throbbing cock. Your warm, wet walls clenching tighter and tighter around his dick, making Toji grunt in pleasure.

(Name)'s hands gripped Toji's broad shoulders tightly, while his thicker hands squeezed his hips tighter, leaving a large mark there.

Kisses were left on her neck as the sound of her sweet moans spread throughout the room. Her body perfectly sculpted by the gods rising and falling against the bulge of the man who was thrusting everything inside the girl.

“A-ah!... F...f.fushiguro!"

His name slipped out so stealthily that the smile on the man's face only grew, knowing his job was being done perfectly well.

The feeling of fucking the actress's needy and adorable pussy is almost like a blessing from the gods.

The sight of her face with its emotions of pleasure, seeing how she fought to keep her moans a secret.

He laughed.

“Fushiguro, huh? How good would it be if you begged for more, uh?” He opened her hips wider, forcing her further against his cock that felt so large above her. His thrusts slowed into the girl, his hand going to the girl's face. Pressing her face, her lips approaching the girl in such a seductive way.

"Come on, (name). Say my name and beg for more." He said almost in a whisper.

The girl held back.

Her body was so soft being controlled by the boy that he seemed to increase his speed against the young girl's sensitive pussy. The soft lips went against the man's broad shoulders, biting him hard, preventing his moans from being heard. Toji going so deep, feeling her cervix so swollen.

"T-Toji!"

She cried out in moans, hitting her spot perfectly, arching her back into the CEO's hands.

Toji laughed so sadistically.

"What did you say, darling?" He laughed, his hand forcing the girl to look at him, the scar on her lips stretching with his smile.

Noticing how the girl's face was so red, shame mixed with pleasure throughout her entire being, the feeling of his thick, long cock inside her making her feel so dazed.

"Please... p...please..." he went deep once again. "F-FUCK!"

He laughed once again, feeling the girl's soft body against his warm skin, her hand grabbing her fragile neck. Forcing her to look at him, those watery eyes, begging for more.

He attacked her lips once again.

As fierce as a beast and its prey.

Gently biting the young woman's lips.

"I'm just getting started with you."

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[kirasgirl]

Gojo x student reader(18-19y/o) where the reader has zero clues about his feelings (nothing too sexual please)

INOCENT| Gojo Satoru x Student!reader

1/2

She was an innocent girl.

Almost as fragile as a daisy.

As smart and strong as she was, she was still such a fragile little thing in his eyes.

Eyes so sinful that he would wonder several times a day how someone like her could be in such a frightening world.

He observed every detail of it, from the most precious to the smallest detail that many would consider important, but for him, it was far beyond.

She was young.

Starting his adult life for now, she would still face many obstacles. I’d go through a lot of things.

And he would like to be there to help.

He didn’t know where it started.

He didn’t know when he started to feel nervous and a little anxious to see her every day.

He doesn’t remember when he started worrying so immensely about her. The fear in your heart of losing her.

He thought it was something fleeting, accustomed to having small obsessions that did not last more than a few days.

But with her it was different. Very different.

It lasted for days, weeks and months.

He felt confused, never having felt that way. Knowing he was so strong, but in relation to that, he was so... weak.

He was so weak for her.

And that scared him.

It scared me because she was his weak point.

Gojo Satoru was really in love with her

And he hoped that she would notice.

Which was quite the contrary and it annoyed him in a way.

Knowing that everyone around you would already suspect, and even mocked your face.

But she, she was so silly.

Acting as if she wasn’t aware of the man next to her. The strongest man in the world. He would be weak with the small touch of his soft hands.

He got so angry when that trio of brats came to him, a sarcastic look saying silly things about him being so in love with the girl.

He wanted her to notice so badly.

Carefully, he put her on his bed.

The girl having fallen asleep on her shoulder while they were both subtly outside watching nothing, daydreaming over anything.

A smile on his lips earlier, thinking it was just something platonic between the two.

He watched his face asleep.

She was really pretty.

His serene face emitted even stronger feelings to Gojo.

With a soft touch on his face, pushing his hair apart, he got up, walking to the door so that he could let the young woman rest for the next day.

“Satoru….?”

He was frightened, by some miracle, a small guilt rising to his being when he woke up the girl.

He turned around, such a dull smile.

“Oh, I was going to let you sleep a little,” he said, scratching the Nape of the Neck gently.

The girl’s sleepy face just watched him.

“I’m sorry I slept, I think I’m so overwhelmed with school stuff.” she yawned. “Stay here a little longer.”

He got scared at first, but not denying the request.

There’s no way he would miss that chance.

He walked back to bed, sitting down.

Eyes are so tired.

“Satoru” she called him, her voice a little low.

“Uh?” He replied, realizing how she squeezed her lips.

It seemed like wanted to ask something, but still a little afraid.

“Could you tell Nobara and Itadori to stop saying silly things?” She said, even if it was a little dark, he could still see his cheeks burning in red.

Gojo raised an eyebrow, confused.

“What things?”

The young woman shrank.

“The kind of... seeing both of us as something romantic...”

Oh…

He smiled.

A laugh slipping from his lips, causing him to feel an internal warmth.

The girl in front of him looked at him confused, already waiting for him to laugh at his face since it was quite his job to do something like that.

“Why would I ask them to stop something I would like to be true?”

(Name) paralyzed.

His lips half-open, madly incredulous with the statement. The sleep she once felt disappearing completely.

Gojo watching her intensely through the glasses she wore.

His mouth is opening several times, looking for the right words.

“W-WHAT?!”

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ORDER LISTS

Yandere

Angst

Smut

Fluff

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I make requests for all the characters of Jujutsu Kaisen!

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[kirasgirl]

TIME LOVE| jujutsu kaisen x FEM!reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

The screams were scary.

All those people desperate for a way out, for the survival of their lives.

Their faces are so disfigured that it looked almost like a scene from some horrifying movie that no one would like to watch.

Oh, how terrible it was.

The crimson color eternally spread throughout that environment that, in the eyes of the girl, would think that before was so happy and quiet. But now, it was so horrible and horrifying.

An overwhelming fear taking over his fragile body while his vision seemed out of control. The urge to vomit at the foot of your throat to see bodies destroyed everywhere. Thinking that such a horrible soul could do something like that with innocent people.

Your head hurt.

The pain so acute that it made her fall, feeling her vision darken even more as the seconds go by. Smelling such a strong and hot smell in her hands, which she checked.

His eyes terrified by the sight of his hands dirty and filthy with crimson liquid.

The blood of those innocent people.

His painful heart trying to decipher what was happening. Why was she there? Why did she do that?

No answer.

"(Name)..."

She turned around, looking for the source of her name.

No answers again.

The surroundings are so empty, only with the blood scattered all over the place.

“(Name)!” He screamed.

Your head hurt even more.

She knelt down, her hands between her heads looking for that sharp pain to stop. A grunt of pain coming from your lips.

She had a brief trace of a shadow next to her. His watery eyes rising slightly trying to decipher who the figure was in front of him.

"(Name)!"

She woke up.

His loose hair strands stuck to his forehead, his body sweating cold and heart racing. A sudden scare, the girl took her hand to her head, feeling the same sharp pain again.

She despaired, looking for the source of her name since her vision was blurred.

The figure in front of you with a worried expression. His hair shaggy and loose, evident dark circles showing that he had not slept very well, the sloppy clothes he wore to sleep crumpled.

“Are you okay?” Geto asked, almost instinctively taking the girl’s hand for comfort, but containing himself.

She thought, still trying to reason what had happened.

But a pinch of guilt soon being part of her being, embarrassed for having spoiled the sleep of her roommate.

“Uh... I think it was just... a dream.” She said in a nutshell, a confusing feature.

He noted, still worried that such a fierce dream would make the girl look that way.

“Are you sure it was just a dream? You seemed to be in pain.” He said worried. “I can ask Shoko to make a medicine for you and-“

“No, no! Don’t worry, I’m fine!” She interrupted him before anything else. “I’m sorry for waking you up, Suguru...”

He softened his expression, but still worried.

“Soft, it wasn’t a big deal.” He replied, biting the inside of his mouth thinking about wanting to say something to comfort the girl. “If you need anything, let me know, okay?”

The young woman nodded, a sincere smile on her dry lips. The guilt of having woken Up Geto still on his chest.

Geto, afraid, went back to bed. What the girl did the same.

His eyes closing again, the fear still in his body, not wanting to have the same dream he had.

And on the other hand, not only was she worried about this strange dream.

Geto felt in doubt, almost more concerned about his friend’s attitude. Wondering what was going on in that silly little head of hers.

He wasn’t silly.

Geto was an observer boy, and he watched her. Even too much, actually. Then he noticed, noticed how overwhelmed she felt, even though she didn’t use her cursed energy. Frequent headaches were strange.

What did she have?

He thought.

Hoping it wasn’t something serious, he wouldn’t want something to happen to her.

Not at all.

But at the moment, he can just close her eyes and be there in case she needed it.

タイム

Japan, Tokyo

12:07 pm

Tokyo’s main square

“I can’t take it anymore!” Gojo exclaimed, stretching his legs, so tired of sitting on that bench.

The girl sighed, tiredness was also evident since her night had been complicated.

“You can’t stand anything every day.” Geto replied Gojo, who kept his usual pout on that attractive face, his eyes, by some miracle, exposed today.

The young sorcerers sitting on the bench of the square, waiting to put the mission that both were summoned into practice.

The girl who was between the two men felt like she was flying. It looks like didn’t sleep well last night.

And Geto realized it again.

The empty look looking far away, glazed in something random on that immense avenue, the bags under your eyes evident.

With Geto’s observation, he was about to wonder about something.

If it weren’t for the sound coming from one of the tall buildings of the place.

Sharp eyes and cunning ears of the trio as they immediately turn to the noise. Seeing the smoke coming out of one of the buildings, soon after a small figure plummeting from there.

“If the girl has died now, we’re screwed, aren’t we?” Geto hissed, looking at the smoke coming out of the building.

“Probably.” Gojo agreed.

Using his jujutsu spell to summon one of his flying curses, Geto was quick to go towards the falling person.

Gojo looked at the girl next to him who still kept her tired expression.

“Look who we met, the sorcerers of the school...” a tall man with a differentiated outfit that covered his mouth and long hair appeared.

Probably the guys the master had mentioned earlier today.

The members of the “Q”.

Gojo smiled, the almost childish smile on his face.

“I like the hair.” Gojo praised it, stretching his arms in a stretch, as if he were preparing for a marathon.

The sorceress girl who was next to Gojo smiled softly, realizing the little joke that Gojo did to annoy the masked man.

One of your subtle fingers rising gently next to your face.

Using his jujutsu technique to stop in the air the sharp knives that came towards him quickly, showing that there was another member of the “Q” there, who soon appeared, another masked one.

“Very rude of you to try to attack a girl like that.” She smiled again, snapping her fingers and from the outside quickly, the knives turned around, returning towards where they came from, ready to attack the masked boy who dared to hurt the girl.

It wasn’t long before Gojo along with the girl to end up with the two members there in a matter of seconds. Putting together your jujutsu technique so they don’t take long.

“Say X!” Gojo said it excitedly.

The two young sorcerers smiled at Gojo’s cell phone camera while making a peace signal with their hands, taking a brief picture with the boy completely disoriented on the floor.

“Let’s take another one off, my hair went wrong,” the girl said, seeing how her hair seemed to have come out messy.

His hands going to Gojo’s cell phone, which he deviated.

“Don’t even come, I got hot in the picture, leave it at that!” He said sarcastically, as always his high ego.

Which almost annoyed the girl.

“Come on, Satoru! Take another one!”

She screamed, clinging to the boy to pick up his cell phone, that he just raised his arms, knowing that she would not reach him because of his size.

Gojo just laughed at his irritation by pressing the send button to Geto.

“Stupid shit!” (Name) shouted, a pout on his lips for disappointment and hatred of the boy who just mocked his face.

“At least I’m photogenic.” Gojo replied, thin lips of ironic hunger.

The young girl’s eyebrow got up, a vein jumping off her forehead due to irritation.

A dark shadow taking hold of his eyes, Gojo finally realizing what he had done. Feeling small near the beast that the girl would become.

“What did you say?!”

She advanced on the boy with white threads.

The tightness so strong in his ear that he almost thought he would run out of it. Taking strong slaps on the back of his neck while he could just scream in pain and lament for infuriating the girl.

And on the other hand.

The member of the “Q” who was disoriented minutes earlier, was wishing to be dead than to be in the midst of that crude discussion between the two jujutsu sorcerers.

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[kirasgirl]

GOD COMPLEX| Jujutsu Kaisen x FEM!reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

HER MOTHER SAID SHE WAS DANGEROUS.

"You're a dangerous little girl."

She was right.

(Name) knew what it looks like.

Women would kill each other to look like her.

Sculpt yourself with plastic surgery.

They inject things.

They starve to death.

Waiting, praying, so that one day they will look like a second version of it.

And she was totally right. (Name) was a dangerous, selfish and a little cautious girl. Confident of his appearance and strong personality.

She licked her lips pink. His hand on his face while he was sitting in the beautiful chair in that room. Her legs crossed elegantly, showing her legs exposed while the skirt she wore increased slightly with the movement, showing a little more than necessary.

His eyes were fixed on the figure in front of him, three meters away in particular.

The table filled with men and some women, but his gaze totally fixed on one in specific in front of him.

Not understanding what he had said that night, about his meetings being more frequent but now, understanding perfectly.

The only man who managed to mess with the completely strong and determined mind of the major (name).

Geto Suguru.

His long and dark hair stuck the way he always wore, a sloppy, but stylish outfit as always on his body.

Pulled and unique eyes staring at her at the same intensity.

Whoever was in that room could totally feel the tension in which everything was transforming.

The two young people in a deadly battle for the lascivious look. Gushing indirect hatred to both sides, almost spitting fire if they could.

"Don't stay in this hatred, darlings." Mei Mei, Geto's assistant said, a mischievous smile on her lips painted red. "It will just be work and a marketing thing."

The beautiful young girl smiled, an ironic smile shaking her head in denial, hoping that this would be some kind of prank for some viral video.

"Marketing? What do you expect us to gain from this?" She uttered, a pinch of confidence in her voice.

"I think it's kind of obvious" Geto interfered, the lewd look still stuck in the girl, a way to annoy her.

"I'm not talking to you." She responded immediately.

"Oh... relax a little, darling."

It was amazing how he could annoy her more than Gojo.

"No fight, please." Maki uttered, a little irritated as always by the way they both acted. "This is something professional and not personal, treat it maturely and don't act like children."

The girl rolled her eyes at her assistant.

"And why did it have to be right with the two of us together?" He replied.

Maki adjusted his glasses, a sigh on his lips.

"(Name), there are three things that the audience wants in a good movie; you, Geto Suguru and sexual chemistry. So think about it and see what it will lead us to."

The girl rolled her eyes for the umpteenth time at that moment. Laughing nervously, already irritating at the idea that there is still any trace of sexual chemistry with that man.

"Was that not enough with Gojo?"

Maki looked at her mortally, the young actress already knowing that she was deeply irritating her assistant, responsible for thousands of things in her career.

"The relationship is totally different. Forget about personal problems and stay in the professional area." He replied, her head already hurting so much that the actress was stubborn. "And you always complain about Gojo."

She added, giving a little sarcastic smile to her client who just made a pout looking away.

Mei Mei, who so far has kept quiet, communicating only in whispers with Geto, finally speaks.

"If (name) doesn't mind, my client and I are fully in agreement with the contract. We'll just need you to sign the papers correctly." Mei Mei's sweet voice echoed throughout the room, passing on some roles to all the employees of the table, including the young actress. "Geto is totally willing to act professionally, think about it (name) will be an opportunity of great access to your career."

The girl watched the paper in front of her, her eyes capturing between Mei Mei, Maki and Geto who still smiled so mischievous that she made her wonder.

What was really going to happen?

Her perfectly made nailed hands went up to the pen next to her, shaking it slightly. Rethinking several times if it would be right. Regardless of the situation.

Regardless of how much what happened in the past has personally affected her.

Regardless of what was going to happen during this period of time to which the girl, no matter how much she didn't want to, would have to pass next to Geto Suguru.

Your ex-fiancé.

Your subscription was complex and fast.

A simple scribble that would change a lot.

The employees and sponsors who were in the room smiled relieved, talking to each other about future business.

And the girl didn't take her eyes off Geto, who did the same. His high heels frantically hitting the ground while his head was going to a million.

Anger and remorse mixed together, thinking about how she was acting on her emotions.

Afraid of relapse, as had done before in the past.

As soon as Maki announced the end of the meeting. The young woman got up hurriedly, collecting her designer bag and putting it on her shoulder.

A snort coming out of your beautiful lips before heading to the door.

"Hey, (name)." She stopped abruptly, her eyes closing in a sign of irritation.

Turning your heels slowly to face the tall and annoyingly attractive being in front of you.

The smell of his cologne is now being felt by the girl, showing how the boy still remained the same fragrant and stylish man as before.

Of course.

Still wearing the same perfume she had given him in the past.

Anyway, wouldn't deny that she had good taste in colonies.

"Say what you want right away." She said without fear, looking at the clock on the wall of the office, knowing it was almost time for another meeting.

Geto smiled, this time a different smile, one to which she can't decipher as she was, just raised one of her confused eyebrows.

"Let's forget the past and act like professionals, I know you're not a weak mind so how about just forgetting it for a while." He admitted, hoping that the girl would understand when he reached out his hands for her to squeeze, as a deal.

Which, as expected, was ignored.

She laughed, taking her hands to her lips in a sarcastic way.

"I'm not going to make any peace agreement with you, Geto. I'm agreeing with this for the work and not because I want some peace with you." She said without fear. "I hate you and I'll make you remember it every day."

She smiled minimally, soon changing her face to a frown before turning around and going her way.

Your steps this time are longer and heavier.

A thought soon passing through the girl's troubled mind.

"Oh..." she turned around. "Fuck you, Suguru."

Your middle finger getting up, before going out the huge doors of the office.

Her figure on her back walking perfectly while Geto watched her advance and disappear in her vision.

As much as the small conversation of both had been small and rude. He kept a smile on his face.

More like a proud smile than a mischievous one.

Knowing that he was just starting hell that his life was going to turn into.

Knowing how the woman he had been involved in the past was the type he would take for the rest of his life on that earth.

Geto Suguru felt almost excited.

She really was a dangerous woman.

The sound of the car door hitting hard, scaring the driver who just didn't say anything, knowing that his boss was so angry.

His soft hands met his bag, turning to look for his cell phone.

Taking your cell phone out of your purse, something fell soon after.

Picking up and reading what it was.

Oh...

That little card, containing some connecting numbers made her think softly.

Remembering the night he met the owner of it. Rethinking your stress situation several times.

Your fingers were quick when typing on your mobile phone, then the ringtone in your ear.

He played only five times before being answered.

The voice on the other side of the line responding boring, his thick and hoarse voice making goosebumps in the girl's skin.

"What do you want?" The voice asked, looking angry since today was a day off.

The young woman laughed softly.

"Hello" she replied, hoping that he would recognize her sweet voice.

What he did.

"(Name)? That's unexpected." Finally, his voice now had an emotion, curious to know the reason for his connection.

She sighed, her tone as confident as before.

"I think I'm now interested in knowing about your business in person."

Oh, how bold she was.

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[kirasgirl]

GOD COMPLEX| Jujutsu Kaisen x FEM!reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

SHE LOOKED BACK.

Making sure there was no one. His hands subtly lifting the dress as he climbed the stairs, preventing him from stepping on the haute couture fabric.

His jumps stepping subtly on the marble floor coated in gold for the combination of the large hall that looked more like a palace.

The long corridor with a red carpet, greeting numerous paintings of great authorship for the decoration of the environment that seemed bigger and bigger.

His fingers went against the golden-coated handle of the huge door, which gave entrance to a luxurious suite of the huge place. The bathroom right off the bat having a huge mirror that reflected its reflection.

A healthy look in his eyes as he approached the huge countertop, the sink that seemed to be lined in gold.

The young woman put her expensive bag on the countertop, looking for what she was looking for so much.

The small package that kept your addiction.

She gave a slight smile, gently putting the white powder in a row before picking up her card and aligning it perfectly.

Maybe it was wrong, yes.

But what’s the problem?

Everyone has an addiction, and that was hers. As much as it did harm and could bring a lot of damage, the actress continued to be satisfied with this small pinch of joy.

She needed that.

Then when that substance entered your nostrils, an adrenaline in your blood activated. The feeling so invigorating seeming to have freed her from whatever she was trapped.

His lungs were opening to the toxic air that was entering it. The girl licked her lips, her head getting up to breathe a little again before returning to the very rewarding task she did.

The sound of such a big door closing behind it or being heard. So focused on the drug that he inhaled.

“From a view, nothing has changed.”

Your breathing has stopped.

The fright strongly affecting her lungs as they burned, the cough coming against which she took her hand to her throat in search of the air she had lost.

Her heart was so out of control when she raised her face, through the mirror seeing the figure behind her with confidence.

His glamorous posture, his hands in his pocket, as always. Her eyes pulled her watching her so sadly, as if he were about to kill her right there.

His hair stuck, some loose strands giving a charm to his unique style. A malicious smile on her lips while observing how the girl had briefly been frightened by the presence.

Knowing perfectly well how he made the young woman feel, so confident of the power that was over her.

He let out a little laugh, almost looking sarcastic. And in fact it was.

And it was exactly this laugh that made the girl’s stomach wrap up with an unknown feeling, which only he made her feel.

“Did I scare you while I was doing your job?” He asked ironically, approaching behind the girl.

Observing as carefully how tense the girl’s muscles became when he stopped behind her.

Horribly too close.

Where he could feel the sweet and warm fragrance of the young girl. Almost being a satisfying action by inhaling the sweet smell that would remind you of spiny roses.

Which reminded me of the girl.

She was a prickly rose.

So beautiful but so dangerous.

A simple touch could make you get hurt so deeply in your thorns. But that deep down, it was nothing more than a small fragile flower that, if you had the legible care, could have it for yourself completely.

And he certainly took that care.

“What the fuck do you want here?” She uttered, every word coming out of her lips with a tone of disgust at which the man just laughed again, knowing how much he irritated her with a few words and actions.

“Oh well, I’m Nanami’s friend too-“

“What are you doing here?” She interrupted him, knowing that he had perfectly understood what screen had said, just trying to make fun of it.

And again he laughed.

“I came to say hi to you,” he said softly, so close that she could feel the warm breath near her ear, while the feeling of her nearby body made the girl shrink gently. “I can’t help but greet the star of the night.”

He continued, one of his hands boldly tracing his fingers across the girl’s arm, stopping on his soft shoulders. His eyes going into the mirror, to which the girl stared at his reflection.

How she hated this man.

“Do you think you can just show up like this after all?” She increased her voice, a challenging look being thrown at him.

“Yes.” He replied, smiling as malicious as before.

The girl’s blood boiled heavily, incredulous in how the boy still had the audacity to act in a certain way. Surprised that even after everything they went through and everything they did, he would still act so boldly.

She almost laughed.

Pushing the boy back before turning completely to him, a hand in his temples knowing that there would be a headache after this argument that she would like to never be able to have in her life. And never want to see this man’s face again.

“You’re an idiot, Geto.” She said, putting the little mess she had left on the counter in her small bag.

Geto raised an eyebrow.

“Geto? I thought you liked to call me Suguru.”

She sighed, reflected silently for a few seconds before turning to him, a deadly look being casting at the boy.

“What’s your problem, man...” She spat, hatred in her voice so sweet. “Do you think you can come and act like we’re friends?! You know we’re NOTHING, so just stop being a shitty sucker!” She screamed, hatred so evident on her attractive face.

“Don’t stress, darling, I’m just being polite.” He replied rudely.

“Don’t call me darling.” The girl took her little bag. “If you’re the one who broke up with me, then you have to forget me.”

Geto licked her lips, eyes deviating quickly before looking at her again. A serious look this time.

“I broke up because of you.” It started, getting closer. “If you weren’t a selfish little girl and had valued what we had, maybe we would be having sex right here and not arguing.”

He just said without any expression other than his serious face while the girl slightly separated His soft lips in surprise with the man’s speech.

How dare he.

His mouth opened, ready to utter so many offenses to man, but being quickly prevented by him.

“I know what you’re going to tell me,” he smiled. “Are you going to tell me that you hate me for the simple fact that I don’t accept that you treat me like shit? You hate me because I left you first as an abandoned puppy. It’s a shame, dear. Things don’t always work your way.”

His chest burned, not knowing if it was out of anger or disappointment.

So... affected by the words of the man in front of you. His hands on her chin, making her look at him directly into her eyes.

Eyes that she had loved so much before.

But now, she barely knew how she felt about them.

She was speechless for the first time. In fact, with Geto she was always speechless.

Maybe it’s because he had such great control over her.

Maybe it’s the fact that he was the only one to whom she really gave herself.

Maybe it’s the fact that he was your first love.

“Now, don’t take too long.” He ran his hand through the girl’s cheek, quickly cleaning the small trail of white powder that had been there because of the drug that the girl injected. “Kento is looking for you.”

And then Geto walked away.

The feeling of his hands on his face disappearing like a ghost.

He walked to the huge door and without looking back he said his last words that night.

“Oh, and to your chagrin, our meetings from now on will be more frequent.” And then the man left.

The girl in terror.

Knowing that your hell was just beginning

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[kirasgirl]

Could you write a yandere sukuna story?

CURSED LOVE| YANDERE! Sukuna Ryomen x reader

TW: Manipulation, abuse of power, death, psychological control, psychological abuse, persecution

He smiled.

A smile from ear to ear, a smile so frightening that it would make everyone fear even more of the majestic and cruel who was the king of curses.

The power he had over that world, his attitudes so merciless and sinful during his reign in that world.

Your only miserable fun is to end the lives of mere innocent people.

The horrified cry of all those people feeding even more the monster he was. He loved to make people suffer.

Until you arrive.

Oh, yes, you.

(Name).

The one so adorable (name).

The girl who had and kept the King of curses in her small and soft hands.

The girl who in an unknown way made the devil see goodness in her eyes, who made the curse just even more cruel, having no mercy on any soul, only with you.

He was willing to do anything.

Everything.

If that, of course, allowed him to spend eternity by your side.

If that allowed him, he could taste his lips forever.

If this allowed him, and only him, he could touch his magnificent body in every possible way forever.

For many centuries he remained closed, not least because he was a demon. He was a monster.

Until he found you.

So beautiful in that adorable kimono that it falls perfectly on you. The cloth that was once so clean and smooth, now so crumpled and dirty with the blood of innocent people, people he killed just for you. Just to be with you.

But why did you look at him so scared?

He wasn’t a bad man, maybe, but he did it for his own good in a way.

You made him do that.

If you had only accepted the pact that was offered to you before, these people would have suffered less.

But of course, you wanted to make things even more difficult, so frightened by the idea of getting caught up for eternity next to a monster as cruel as him.

Ryomen Sukuna

He was madly in love with you.

Crazy about the idea of having it just for him.

Crazy about the idea of being able to do whatever you wanted with your fragile and sweet body.

Oh, how he got even more excited.

So much more excited than he was when he felt the heat of blood dripping through his sharp claws.

He was willing to do anything.

And he would have whatever he wanted.

So, he had it.

He got you for him.

Like a little child who needed her father’s care. He was there.

At first you were so terrified. Even thinking about doing cruel things with his life, to which he just got angry.

Having to explain to you that you were his.

Only he could kill you.

He smiled so widely.

Your naked chest covered by your sacred tattoos.

The messy sheets of the bed he was on, feeling so reinvigorated, surprised but excited about the idea that, even though he was a demon, he had needs to be met.

And they went.

Her sharp claws traced paths along the young girl’s jaw. Your sleepy peaceful face.

Seeing how beautiful she looked sleeping, since she woke up kept an expression of fear. And he hated it.

Her sharp nails going to her neck, stopping there. Knowing that he had full control of her now.

The sore marks he had left all over his clavicle were still there, some bruises at night they had. Full of pleasure.

Listen to the name of the King of curses being called by the girl’s sweet lips.

He loved it.

He was crazy about her and the feeling she gave him.

He would kill for her.

He would kill her.

Not least because she was his and no one else’s.

And he was Ryomen Sukuna.

And it would kill any innocent soul in the most merciless way possible if they tried to get her away from him.

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[kirasgirl]

GOD COMPLEX| jujutsu Kaisen x FEM!reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

SHE WAS MAGNIFICENT.

A real muse to be painted on a frame by one of the most talented artists.

Her beauty being deified by several flashes that went against the girl’s bright eyes. The smile on his fleshy and pink lips is always apparent, showing his delicate kindness to photographers.

The long crimson red dress that perfectly accentuated his curves, leaving his back exposed as a charm. The slit in his thigh and the neckline that made room for the beautiful ruby necklace that was on his neck accompanied by the earrings that formed a set of the necklace.

His hair stuck in an elegant hairstyle, to which he gave a wider view of his protruding neck.

She drew a lot of attention in the middle of that sea of people. As if she were a deity from heaven to be deified at all times.

She smiled sweetly, waving a few times to many of the paparazzi who piled up there. Their name being called from all sides, all hoping that the great celebrity would just look at them, they would be blessed by the gods if this happened.

He walked, almost parading into the huge luxurious hall. Decorated with an ancient and golden structure, almost reminiscent of some palace in a princess movie. The pleasant smell of the environment making her breathe so deeply, observing every detail of the place so magnificent.

The place was full, many celebrities known all over the place. The young woman stopping every two seconds to greet the guests who smiled so genuinely when she saw her.

Even if deep down she knew that many of those smiles were fake, she wouldn’t complain, not least because she was one of those false smiles in the middle of that crowd.

“How long, (name)”

She turned quickly, her smile widening when she saw the figure in front of her.

“Oh, Kento!” She laughed before greeting him, a small act of the boy by leaving a kiss on the young artist’s forehead. “How are you?”

“The same thing, already wanting to retire.” He responded almost immediately.

His perfectly tidy blonde hair as always, while wearing a simple beige suit, which as simple as it looked, was nothing more or less than one of the suits in his engagement collection, promoted to one of the best collections of last year. Nanami Kento really knew how to do her job.

“Never. You’re still young, you still have a lot of experiences,” she said, a malicious smile on her shiny lips, carefully drawing Nanami’s attention.

“I’m sure you’ll live better things” he smiled minimally, taking advantage of the fact that one of the waiters passed by with a champagne tray, he took a glass, soon offering it to the young woman who gladly accepted. “How are things going with the modeling company? From what I heard, you and Gojo have officially become the “couple” of the magazine covers.”

Oh, him again.

She rolled her eyes subtly, taking the liquid to her lips.

His biggest nightmare only began when they announced that his new partner for the magazine covers would be this man. And his terror wasn’t even near the end.

“Don’t even tell me... he’s so he who annoys me.” She admitted, being sincere, which only made Nanami smile funny. “Don’t laugh! Surely if you worked with him, you would know what I’m trying to say.”

“At least you make an attractive couple.” Admitted it.

She just rolled her eyes slowly, about to say something before her friend’s attention was directed to another approaching being.

Its high structure and its strong physical size drawing a lot of attention in the suit in which it was wearing since its biceps marked perfectly against the suit. The smell of her cologne was what had most caught the girl’s attention, until she saw her face.

His hair disheveledly fallen against his face, a smile so sexy that there was a trace that made him even more attractive that was the scar on his lips, leaving him with an even more mysterious appearance.

He greeted Nanami before turning to you. His eyes walking from his feet to his face, briefly stopping at his cleavage, causing him to lick his lips like a predator about to attack his prey.

And for a moment, she felt something cheering up.

“That is (name), you must know her” Nanami presented, the strong man slightly squeezed the girl’s hand, her eyes still seeming to burn the figure of the girl.

“Nice to meet you, my name is Toji fushiguro.” He introduced himself, a sexy tone in that thick and hoarse voice.

Toji fushiguro.

How attractive he was.

“Toji is one of the CEOs who is sponsoring the party, I’m sure they will get to know each other well.” Said Nanami, smiling at both of them.

A CEO, that’s interesting.

She thought about it.

“I think I’ve heard of you.” She smiled maliciously.

It was a lie.

She didn’t even know about the existence of this man. So far. And she’s sincerely loving meeting you.

She had only said this for future gains, laughing softly at her selfish thinking.

“Oh well, if you’ll excuse me, I still have to receive some guests.” Nanami waved briefly, saying goodbye before leaving to finish greeting some arriving guests.

Leaving Toji and the young actress alone.

He still watched as a prey. And she knew perfectly well what he thought. (Name) was not silly, she knew the effect it had on men. And that was almost like a power she used for her personal gains.

“Mrs. (name) then...” the voice of the strong man echoed in her ears, the young woman imagining how that voice would sound in her huge room, in her bed. “I already expected it to be more... attractive in person than in magazines.” He admitted it, directly throwing his thoughts.

She laughed sweetly, her eyes deviating to some random decoration of the chic environment, thinking about how bold he was.

And she was starting to like it.

“Very bold for a businessman.” She smiled maliciously, drinking from her champagne.

“I deal with personal matters totally different from my business.” He responded without fear, licking his lips once again.

She watched well, that scar so attractive drawing a lot of attention.

“What a mystery, Mr. Fushiguro.” She laughed sweetly again.

“Fushiguro?” He raised an eyebrow. “Toji falls much better from your lips.”

The girl shivered slightly when he approached, leaving a slight path with her fingers on her exposed collarbone, running her fingers through the very expensive ruby necklace.

Her lips are so close to the girl’s ear to which she could feel her warm breath come out.

“Call me if you want to know more about my business, I’m sure you do great deals together.” He whispered softly.

Slightly leaving a small card between the exposed girl’s cleavage, so that she felt impressed.

The look he gave before moving away, moving in some unknown direction of the party, leaving the young woman absorbed in her sinful thoughts.

He was interesting.

As much as she was a little older than the girl, appearing to be in her 30s while she was at the height of her 24 years old. His appearance was pleasant, his face young, his body well structured and strong.

She laughed softly at herself, picking up the card between her breasts and reading.

Toji Fushiguro.

What was he really there to show her?

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[kirasgirl]

Give me ideas for new short stories of Jujutsu Kaisen to write!! 😩 I need inspiration!!

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[kirasgirl]

TIME LOVE| jujutsu Kaisen x reader

Part 1| Part 2 | Part 3

He observed how the wind subtly beat against his soft face, his ears sharpened when he heard the thousands of voices around him and the flowers of the shade softer than the clouds that fell to the ground and were crushed by hasty steps on that long and almost infinite street, crowded with people.

People who, from that girl's point of view, were so innocent, and this in a way made her confused. Knowing that those same innocent people lived their lives foolishly, as if the end could not come in days, months or even years. People who didn't care if there were monsters or not, people who just went to work and would live their lives without worry.

She thought it was incredible until, in her eyes, living a life like that of these innocent people would be good, not worrying if she had a curse at her disposal.

She laughed at her flying thought that lasted only a few seconds, but took her a sincere laugh.

Paying attention to how an unknown young man in front of him seemed to have dropped his ice cream on his blouse. Looking angry while uttering angry words to which the girl could hear perfectly, even though she was far from the person.

He seemed to go to work, the ice cream in his suit staining the clean tissue was what annoyed him, for sure.

It was good to see things like that on a daily basis.

It's funny.

She sighed, this time, feeling a severe headache.

Again.

She was confused and a little irritated because of the headache she would have recently felt a few days ago. It was almost unbearable, having already taken medicines and even gone to some of the medicinal sorcerers to seek some answer to it. But as always, it was just tired for them.

She scratched her head lightly, sighing painfully.

"Aaaah, Digimon's latest magazine was sold!!!"

The young girl was scared again, her eyes heading towards the melancholic voice that screamed dramatically as she walked to the female figure.

The figure of the tall and well-structured boy walking to her, a pout on her lips, seeming upset to have missed the release of the new chapter of her favorite cartoon, Digimon.

His white threads falling awkwardly on his forehead while his eyes were protected by sunglasses, his hands inside the dark coat of the Jujutsu school where he studied.

She sighed briefly, knowing that she threw her time away by waiting so awkwardly for the boy that it only took her a long time to look for a certain fight to take the last magazine left, which shows that he had not succeeded.

"And you made me wait so long in this sun..." the girl hissed, a little angry, knowing that the clothes they both wore were warm, since they were in the summer of Tokyo.

Just dreaming of the end of this summer, that no matter how much the foliage and nature became even more beautiful, she couldn't stand the heat it made. Especially for spending most of his day in this warm uniform, but essential for the missions to which they were assigned.

Like now.

It wasn't a mission against curses or demons. Maybe that would be better.

But their mission was to spend the rest of the day with Gojo since they would have to stay around downtown Tokyo for any help that was needed, but the truth was that they were just forged, running away from the heavy activities that the master had assigned to the duo.

"It was necessary, but how humble I am, I brought you mochimochi!" He said victorious, as if his action were the most spectacular of all centuries.

Delivering the small box of mochimochi, which she happily picked up, thanking the existing gods for the boy in sunglasses for being kind at that moment when she was so sensitive because of the heat and pain.

A smile from ear to ear before opening the box.

"Uh... Just two?!" She screamed, an angry wave in her voice while rubbing the box in Gojo's face, who scratched the back of her neck, knowing that she had eaten most of the mochimochi but leaving only two for the girl to satisfy her hunger.

He laughed nervously, seeing the girl's fury watching him, he almost thought it was adorable, seeing that she was shorter than the same.

"Thank you for at least I remembered you!" He responded by pouting and rolling his eyes.

"It doesn't even kill my hunger, Satoru!"

She slapped her, which for her was simple but a sharp pain came in the back of the neck of the light-haired boy, feeling the burning in the place where he had been slaughtered.

Murmuring lamentations about how cruel the girl was to him most of the time, being almost dramatic as always.

The young woman rolled her eyes, totally ignoring Gojo's lamentations, picking up the small mobile device that touched noisy in her pocket.

Watching the screen of his cell phone shine with the family name on the screen before pressing the green button that showed that he had answered the call.

"Where are you?" The voice on the other side of the line asked, the voice almost calm.

The girl looked behind herself, watching the child in an older body than Gojo was pouting while looking at her, still lamenting something.

"I'm taking care of a curse," she said, giving a last disgusted look at Gojo, who was making fun. "And when I say curse, I'm talking about Satoru."

She can gently hear a laugh on the other side of the line, knowing well that if he were here with her and Gojo, he would certainly be laughing in the same way, already knowing the boy's relationship with Gojo, who was almost always in a fight for something stupid.

"Go back to school, we will have a meeting with the master and we will have some special guests." Geto said, making the young woman raise an eyebrow, confused since it was rare for them to receive visitors to the Jujutsu school.

"Special guests? What?" She admitted her doubt, hoping that Geto knew.

But the boy just shrugged on the other side of the line, certainly not knowing how to answer it.

"I don't know, they didn't explain it well, but don't take too long. It must be something special to have guests."

She ended the call, ensuring that they wouldn't take long.

Keeping her cell phone in her pocket, she turned again to Gojo, who now seemed to take pictures of the sky on her cell phone, like a child who just got the cell phone.

"Let's go back to school!" She yelled at the boy.

"Hhhmm noo , just wait a little" Gojo replied, still keeping his attention on his cell phone, ignoring the girl.

"Satoru. Now." She said, an order in her voice.

The white-haired man rolled his eyes, keeping his cell phone in his pocket.

As always grumbling while obeying what the girl said.

Almost like a puppy.

タイム

Japan, Tóquio

16:36

Jujutsu highschool

The hours seemed to pass slowly, the place illuminated by the huge windows of the room showing that it was late, the birds singing on summer day happily while the trio seemed to melt with fatigue.

The slow minutes that passed while the three waited patiently for the master who had summoned them both to a meeting.

"I can't take it anymore-" Satoru was interrupted by the door being opened abruptly, typical of the master who came in with three more people behind him.

The girl's bright eyes widened, quickly arranging her posture that was maladjusted seconds before when she saw who was entering behind the master.

Stuffing your chest in a proper posture, a proud smile on your soft and pink lips.

The old-looking lord behind the master was followed by two men in suits, as security guards. The empty look of the old man not looking at any of the students who seemed to hold their breath at every step the old man took, realizing the aurea so heavy and strong that he emanated.

The master coughed, drawing the attention of the three students, who were briefly frightened before paying close attention to what the sorcerer would say.

"We received a visit from the Nagaō clan" began the older sorcerer. "And as you already know, Master Nagaō is part of the main council of the ancient clans to which he is in the care of Mr. Tengen."

O trio que estava na sala se curvou levemente, em respeito ao velho antigo que ainda mantinha seu olhar frio sobre os adolescentes.

"He would like to personally summon the three best special grade Jujutsu sorcerers, hoping to count on your collaboration and disposition." The master said, waving briefly to the old man who took a step forward.

As old as he was, his structure looked good for his age, his height and size showing that he was in shape, despite his age so old.

He sighed deeply, eyes attentive to each one.

Especially the girl who held her breath in approval.

"As sorcerers of special levels, you were handpicked by me to be in the care of young Rico Amanai." He started.

"Rico Amanai? Who will that be?" Gojo, in turn, intruded, receiving a look of judgment from the slightly younger master, reprimanding him mentally for having stuck himself in the speech of old Nagaō.

"Rico Amanai is the carrier of the exclusive plasma for immortality, Mr. Tengen, the perfect receptacle for Tengen sama." Nagaō explained, his hands keeping behind him, the kimono perfectly adjusted with his posture.

"And why do we have to take care of the girl?" The young woman asked, a feature of doubt on her beautiful face.

"Criminal groups are after the same target as us, seeking to disrupt Mr.Tengen host, without removing that the young woman will be the target of many curses. And because I will be very well known to the school, we chose you to take care of this service."

The trio nodded, still not understanding why such a sudden meeting was so sudden, since it was something they both did not find so dangerous.

Not knowing what could happen.

The master said goodbye to his students, accompanying the Old sorcerer out of the room he gladly accompanied.

The young woman carefully observed every step of the former sorcerer. A look of admiration in your eyes.

"I can't take so much work..."

"Stop being soft, Satoru!"

She ignored the ignorant conversation of the other two boys who were in the same room.

Walking outside, hoping that the old sorcerer was still in the corridors.

And the gods heard his appeals, smiling mentally when they saw the sorcerer on his back, making his way through the long corridor of the school.

"Mr. Nagaō!" She called him, making him turn around.

A look in doubt and almost irritated, waving to his security guards to move on that he would soon go. To which it was done by the other two tall men who accompanied him.

He waited, with an eyebrow raised as the girl approached.

"You didn't tell us the degree of the mission." She said, hoping that her doubt would be removed since it was not expected that a mission that seemed so simple would be summoned by the Nagaō clan to invite.

"Special degree." He responded immediately.

Taking the young woman by surprise who felt surprised, but waved briefly, I understand her doubt now.

"Now, don't do that anymore." He rebuked her, her firm voice so that he scared the young woman. Lowering her head, feeling ashamed to have a so informal attitude feiticism with a respected sorcerer.

"Uh, right." she replied timidly, her head is still down.

The old man didn't say anything, his kimono swinging as he turned around to go his way. The young woman listened carefully to the sound of her cautious footsteps in that empty corridor.

Before they stop.

A low sigh.

"Be careful and control yourself, (name)." He just said it.

Not expecting an answer even when making your way to the corridor ahead.

The girl's shiny eyes widening smoothly.

His chest squeezing by the small affectionate and respectful interaction that was so rare to have such a bond with the sorcerer.

She would not understand why since her childhood the word control was always in the voices of those who addressed her, as a warning to the young girl who still seemed innocent, but in a way did what was asked.

And as much as he was a strict gentleman, he still cared about his family.

She was your family.

And she can't feel more confident.

Knowing that he would do whatever it took to be the pride of his grandfather.

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