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slttygeto · 9 months

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YOU SAY IT’S BIG, BUT YOU TAKE IT — SUGURU GETO.

જ⁀➴ content warning: pwp, riding, fem!reader, suguru has a big dick<3, reader struggles to ride him at first, he’s sweet and patient, big dick suguru once again<3, hint of a size kink, spanking, very light nipple play.

જ⁀➴ note: consider this an apology for the gut wrenching angst i posted yesterday. it’s 2am rn and i should be asleep but instead im feeding u guys this v self indulgent smut. enjoy<3

suguru loves when you suggest to ride him. you look eager as you straddle his lap, the love bites he littered all over your thighs giving him a sense of pride as he brushes his thumb over them. his free hand reaches for your ass cheek and kneads the skin before slapping it, and there’s a smile on his face when he sees you jolt in surprise.

taking suguru’s dick was a challenge in itself, he always prepped you with his thick fingers and made sure you were a weeping mess before getting to fuck your brains out. but tonight, you were feeling especially confident. despite his cock sitting on his stomach heavy and leaking pre-cum, the sheer size of it didn’t intimidate you. you can take it.

“think you can take it?” his voice sounds playful, and the grin plastered on his face makes your cheeks flush. the way he was staring at you made your heart skip a beat. so full of love and adoration, as though he wasn’t splitting you open on his cock a few moments ago.

but his loving stare doesn’t last long. both of his hands rest on your ass, and they deliver a harsh smack to the skin which makes you jolt forward. suguru captures one of your breasts in his mouth, and you sigh out when his tongue glides over your hardened nipple. he pulls away with a hum, a string of saliva attached to his lips and your thumb wipes it off.

“c’mon pretty girl, show me what you can do.” the praise is enough to make your pussy flutter. your hand reaches down to grab his cock, and your thighs shake a little as you stand up straight to position the tip of him against your folds.

you quietly hiss when the tip goes past your folds, the intrusion a little painful. suguru takes notice of your struggle and presses a sweet kiss to your shoulder, removing a hand from your ass to gently thumb at your clit.

“there you go—easy, eaaasy,” he whispers, his eyes locked on your face while you’re busy staring down at where your pussy and his cock meet. you don’t notice how his eyes are blown out with lust at the sight of you trying to take his cock, his heart fluttering in his chest because fuck—his dick was big for you, but you were giving it your whole mainly for his pleasure.

and when you finally manage to get the rest of him inside you, suguru is almost sure he just saw heaven. his head is thrown back and his eyes roll to the back of his head. you gasp at the same time, your pussy clenching hard around his cock that he hisses and grips your ass.

“shit— baby, you gotta move.” he sounds out of breath, his forehead is sweaty and the dark strands of his hair are sticking to the flushed skin of his face. he looks absolutely mesmerizing, that your pussy flutters again at the sight.

“fuck—“ you listen to him and lift up your hips, before slamming your ass back down. you repeat the same movement a couple of times, but each time is a little more intense as suguru grabs your face and forces you to keep your eyes on him.

he is manspreading on the couch and you ride him within an inch of your life, the fucked out look on both of your faces looks straight up pornographic. your moans are short but loud, eyebrows furrowed in concentration when you see the way his eyes start to unfocus.

you were fucking geto suguru stupid on your couch.

you lean towards him and wrap your arms around his neck, your pace faltering a little when your lips meet his neck. you think you can bring him to an orgasm first, you’re almost convinced that he was about to let go.

until his hands grip your waist, and you pull away from his neck to stare at him. one of his hands rests on the back of your head and pushes it down so that your foreheads meet, and while you’re a panting mess, suguru still manages to mutter a few words.

“eyes on me, yeah?“ you don’t respond immediately. you can’t, because he plants his feet on the ground and starts to thrust up into you at a brutal pace. you are grateful that his arm was holding you in place, otherwise you would’ve lost complete balance on his lap.

the tip of his cock brushes against that one spot over and over again, and suguru watches as your eyes gloss over with tears and your pretty lips purse—you are so close, suguru felt a sense of pride to be able to make you look this fucked out.

it only takes him a couple of thrusts before you are cumming around him with a loud cry, your body shuddering and shaking against him like a leaf. you moan as you come down from your orgasm, your forehead resting against his shoulder as you completely melt on him. you let him fuck into you for a few more seconds before he’s emptying himself inside you with a loud grunt.

your bodies are sweaty and sticky, but you still manage to kiss each other when you finally catch your breath. the kiss is sweet and you giggle as you pull away.

“that was good.” you say, wiggling a little on suguru’s lap until he hisses and lightly smacks your ass.

“behave.” his tone is playful, and his rubs soothing circles on the skin of your bottom. “but yeah, it was so good.”

↴⤷✮ i am so normal about him.

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arminsumi · 6 months

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SHOW-OFF

↳ GETO すぐる + fem!reader

Love sick Suguru showing off during a basketball game to impress you, but it ends with him in the nurse's office with a bloody nose.

Note : my mind wanted to write requests but then my fingers wrote this instead... 😅

Summary : Suguru is a college heart throb that tries so very hard to grab your attention, but he finally earns it at the worst time — during an awry basketball game, when he's on the floor with a bloody nose.

Warnings : pining, fistfight, bloody nose, some angst, suggestive joke

Playme : play date

🍒 More from Jay : GETO works / JJK works / Oct. reqs open

Suguru Geto is, theoretically and practically, the guy that every girl in this college wants. He knows this. He's experienced this. He's got endless admirers. Eyes are always on him when he walks down the corridor.

So it baffles him when you don't pay attention to him. You're a challenge, and that ropes him right in.

"Haha, she walked right past you?" Satoru laughs. They're loitering in the corridor after classes.

"She walked right past me." Suguru nods, emphasizing dramatically until he turns it into a joke — but it isn't a joke, he's genuinely irked.

During class, he pouts like he's a teenage boy again, and scribbles into the margins of his notes;

私は彼女の心の片隅にもいません。 I'm not even in the back of her mind.

He's just as bad as his best friend when it comes to seeking and basking in the attention of doting girls — if not worse. Satoru is slowly weaning off the drug of popularity as he begins attending college, but Suguru is still stuck in the odd transitional stage.

There's a lighthearted basketball competition being held amongst the burly sporty boys one day, and sitting atop the bleachers Suguru spots your face. His eyes light up, he observes you from down on the court.

The squirming you do when you sit. The way your head tilts as you speak to your friend. The curling smile you make at their jokes.

I want to make you squirm when you sit next to me.

Why can't you look at me with the same adoration?

God, if you'd smile at me like that I'd fall to pieces.

Suguru's brows are furrowed so deeply that Satoru and Shoko ask if he's brooding about you again. And sure enough, he is.

"She's just sitting there." he emphasizes annoyedly.

Satoru places a comedic, sympathetic hand on Suguru's shoulder. "Don't worry, once you start bouncing balls all over the court she'll have to look your way."

"Yeah... she's gonna be completely star struck by me playing a stupid basketball game... " Suguru scoffs sarcastically. "Why the hell did you convince me to play again...?" he mutters under his breath.

Shoko hands back Satoru's glasses, "She might be into sporty guys. So give it your all, you pathetic loser." she jokes and heads off, trotting up the bleachers.

So Suguru determinedly gives it his all, never fumbling, never tripping, never mucking up his shots. He becomes a panting, sweaty mess, and in one quick moment as he's wiping the sweat off his forehead with the back of his forearm, he glances at you and you glance in his general direction, but not really at him.

Did she look at me, or am I imagining things?

His heart is already racing from the intensive exercise of running back and forth on a court, but the thought of you actually watching him as he plays makes his heart thump.

The sound of squeaking shoes ricochets off the walls and polished floors. Suguru loses focus for a moment, thinking hard about you as he stares at the bleachers, and then someone collides with him. He's caught so off-guard that he just topples over and his body meets with the hard floor.

"—What the fuck!"

"—Suguru? Why are you just standing around? The hell were you staring at just now?"

You and Suguru make brief eye contact and it sets him completely off balance, both physically and mentally.

Fuck fuck fuck, she's actually looking over. Why now?

Satoru helps Suguru to his feet, the whistle blows.

"Seriously, what the hell are you staring at? First Satoru doesn't pass the ball to me, now you fall over like a dainty princess—"

"Sukuna, keep speakin' to my boy like that and I'll cut your tongue out."

"Satoru, your boy is the reason we're losing; he's too busy being a fucking show-off for his crush on the bleachers." Sukuna has no shame and points in your general direction.

"This isn't a serious game, why the fuck are you getting so riled up!"

Suguru feels this sense of mortification stemming from the center of his chest as you finally, finally pay attention to him.

Oh my god. Look away. Look away. Look away.

"Sukuna, you're such a fucking cunt." Suguru spits slowly, unexpectedly.

Sukuna blinks at him incredulously. "... the fuck did you just call me?"

"I called you a cunt."

Poor boy Suguru, he's strong and capable of avoiding punches, but when he sees you coming down from the bleachers and approaching to the left at the same time as Sukuna's arm pulls back for a punch, he pays attention to you and that unfortunately results in a fist colliding with his pretty boy face.

The coach is quick to pry Satoru off of Sukuna, it's a chaotic moment.

Amidst the chaos, there's you. There's Suguru. The latter on the floor, splayed and softly groaning in pain, watching his best friend getting into a fistfight through. And the prior coming to kneel at his side, asking this half-conscious boy if he's okay.

Suguru squints at you, feels your hand reach out to wipe the blood dribbling over his lips, and falls in love in the midst of chaos.

I'm alive, but it feels like I'm in heaven staring at an angel.

You and him are deep in a moment, enclosed in a bubble that's separate from reality.

Satoru is pried off Sukuna by coach Fushiguro.

The bubble pops.

A panting, blue-eyed boy returns to his best friend, paying you a short glance of curiosity before bending down at Suguru's side like you are, "Suguru, you good?" he huffs.

"Yeah... need an ice pack..." Suguru mumbles. He sounds and looks dazed, and not just because he sustained a hit from a burly boy like Sukuna.

"Let's go to the nurse's office." you say, your voice carrying through Suguru's ears and finding a pathway into his soul.

Satoru nods, fangy teeth showing as he seethes and shakes his scuffed hand to alleviate the prickling pain across his knuckles. "Yeah, let's. C'mon, big boy, upsy-daisy."

You're make a cute attempt to help Satoru pull Suguru to his feet, even though he's a skyscraper to you.

In the nurse's office, he's just an uncomposed, love sick college boy. The complete opposite of his usual composed, nonchalant demeanor.

When he's alone with a girl, he usually knows exactly what to do with his words but with you they just fall haphazardly out of his stupid mouth, as if he's been rendered an uncouth loser in your company. In your company, up close, actually right here in your presence, in your air. Not distantly observing you in class, or as you're sat atop the bleachers, or as you walk down the corridors.

She's right here.

"Uh... so..." he begins, eager to talk to you at last.

"You sit next to me in professor Lin's class, right?" you interrupt.

He completely malfunctions. "I— y— yyyeah, I think so— I mean I do. Yeah, I do."

"Bangs guy?" you ask.

He groans and nods. You laugh.

"Yeah... bangs guy. Fucking hell, why has that become my identity in this damn school..." he rubs his eyes, then looks down at his knees.

"I mean, because you are the bangs guy." you say.

He's about to smile, then you add; "The hot bangs guy that sits next to me in class — sounds like the title of a romcom, doesn't it?" you joke.

Suguru widens his eyes, and desperately tries to seem unphased after you just flippantly called him hot.

"Yeah... haha..." he nods, voice daring to crack.

You continue your joke, "There could be a spinoff: "The hot bangs guy that stole my heart on the bloody basketball court" or something."

"These titles are getting longer..." he chuckles, avoiding eye contact.

His heart pumps harder.

Holy shit, is she flirting with me? Like, actually? That's so fucked. I'm so lucky. Oh Sukuna, thank you for making this possible, you fucking cunt.

"The hot bangs guy that banged m— no okay, I'll stop before this gets inappropriate, haha."

"Oh, I don't mind. Please, continue." he laughs properly now.

The smoothness is such an act, and you can tell; his dorkiness shines through. He's in love like a loser.

"The hhh—haha—the hot bangs guy that— that banged me." you say through giggles.

Satoru walks into the nurse's office with vending machine snacks.

"What's goin' on here?" he smirks at the two of you and flashes his eyes at Suguru.

"Just stupidity." you respond.

"Yeah..." Suguru smiles.

"Suguru... you have blood all over your lips. It's so hot." Satoru murmurs sarcastically.

"Oh, thanks babe. I'm going for the "just got beat up" look."

"Uhh... more like the "Sukuna's punching bag" look, you mean?" you joke.

"Wow! We just met and you're already humiliating me like this?"

You smile at him.

Satoru flits his eyes between you two, feeling the flirty tension in the atmosphere between you and Suguru. He decides to be the catalyst, because god knows Suguru is too hopeless right now to ask you out himself.

"So... when are you two going on a date?" he asks, wiggling his brows.

"Haha, what?" you give him a look.

Suguru laughs awkwardly and gives Satoru a look, too. A murderous one. "Yeah... what?"

"C'mon, the chemistry between you two is off the charts. I already feel like a third wheel. No, but seriously — you two are such losers for each other, you should go on a da—"

"— Satoru is a jokester, sorry. Ignore him." Suguru interrupts, feeling a flaming embarrassment in his chest.

"Ahah... it's okay." you nod awkwardly.

Satoru's eyes flicker upwards in annoyance, "Hopeless losers..." he mutters under his breath. "Can't say I didn't try."

You excuse yourself to take a sudden call, smiling at Suguru as you leave and so that's all he can see in his mind; the image of your smile.

He groans when you finally leave, and falls back dramatically on the cot. He drapes an arm over his eyes.

Satoru breaks the silence with a pitying whistle, "Dude, she's sooo not into you."

"Thanks, Satoru."

"I tried playing cupid, I really thought it would work." Satoru clicks his tongue.

"Well, sorry but you're shit at your job, Cupid. Anyways... I thought she was flirting with me for a second there... but I think it was all jokes..."

"Aw..."

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I like her so fucking bad.

The poor boy replays all the scenes of your interactions with him thus far, and pauses on the moments where he thinks he was awkward. He files the best parts; you kneeling at his side, you wiping his blood off his nose, you joking suggestively with him, you "flirting" with him, you smiling at him.

"Suguru? You gonna spend your life in the nurse's office, or are we gonna go cheer your sorry ass up in Shibuya?" Satoru asks, stretching as he spoke. The afternoon light streams in through the shuttered windows.

"... yeah."

Satoru switches to a serious tone, watching Suguru move lethargically from his resting position on the cot. "I know you like her a lot, but don't get too bummed out... maybe this is just the beginning of something good."

Suguru pauses, contemplates, then rises to his feet. They open the door and leave the nurse's office.

"... or maybe it's just another thing in my life that's not meant to be..."

He looks so glum, and then suddenly his features light up when he hears your familiar voice calling his name. You're standing in the corridor, coming up to him.

"... hey, are you free on Saturday?"

His mind blanks.

"Free for... what?"

"A date?"

"Oh..."

"...?" you look at him, expecting an answer.

"Y—yeah, Saturday's cool."

You smile genuinely at him, and he snapshots it in his mind's eye.

"M'kay, I'll text you the time and place. See you tomorrow."

And then you say your goodbyes, Suguru stutters and chokes up a bit. He gives Satoru an open-mouthed look.

"No fucking wayyy..."

"Damn. You should go thank Sukuna. His magical fist made all this possible, after all." Satoru jokes.

Suguru nods, "Yeah, him and his magical fist. Hey... can you pinch me?"

"You're not dreaming, Suguru."

"I don't trust it. Pinch me."

Satoru pinches Suguru's cheek.

"See? Not dreaming."

"Wow... shit alright... oh my god... yo... I got a date on Saturday. I... OH MY FUCKING GOD." He smiles a big ass smile and does a half-spin, "I HAVE A FUCKING DATE WITH HER ON SATURDAY."

"Fucking dork." Satoru chuckles.

"A fucking dork with a date." Suguru rasps excitedly.

He wraps an arm around Satoru's shoulders as they head down the corridor, "Thanks for convincing me to play basketball, Satoru."

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inmaki · 6 months

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OMG THOUGHTS ON NNN X JJK MEN 🙊🙊🙊 I TOTALLY FORGOT ABT NNN FOR A FEW MONTHS UNTIL IT STARTED POPPINH IP ON MY FYP. LOL

— 🧍‍♀️ (laykni) anoon 💕

HI LAYNI <3 omg yes i have a few thoughts 😭

gojo lasts a good week because of his pure competitiveness, but after the higher ups chew him out one day the whole ideas out the window and he’s got u on 4s,, dont think that week is much of an accomplishment tho bc half the time he was even more of a needy whiny brat than usual T-T

geto can last the whole month if you do it with him; he was convinced to start the challenge by your suggestion — who would crack first? spoiler alert its you cuz this man is a minx and simply refuses to beg/lose,, he does absolutely everything in his power to finally get u to surrender :/

inumaki takes it a bit too seriously and probably posts on his story every day like ‘day 13: gf is coming over, pray for me boys.’ then in a few hours he posts another story saying that he lost with a smiley face

nanami easily lasts the whole month then has a great time taking away your walking abilities on dec 1st ✊ he thinks it’s childish, but gojo begged him to ‘join in the fun for once’ so here he is ignoring the way u purposely bend over in front of him and wear nothing but those stupid white panties he loves to bed.. his self restraint goes crazy

itadori also considers this a yearly ritual he MUST participate in and goes all out in making sure he’s ready.. but he’s never gone longer than two weeks because - in his words - “you’re just so sexy all the time babe!!!” (you were wearing a t-shirt with multiple stains and a face mask when he decided to quit this year)

choso does not understand nnn and ‘why anyone would indulge in such activities’.. when you suggest doing it together he genuinely gets sad at even the thought,, clingy boy :/

megumi / toji absolutely refuses to participate no matter how much the other guys (or you) try to convince him. cumming is very serious to him.

#inmaki #zuma’s 🧍‍♀️ anon #theyre so silly #jjk crack #jjk headcanons #jjk smut #jjk hcs #jjk fluff

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lonelystarrs · 7 months

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𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐔𝐬 .prt 2

𝐺𝑜𝑗𝑜 𝑆𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑢 𝑥 𝐹𝑒𝑚𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑥 𝐺𝑒𝑡𝑜 𝑆𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑢

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Sometimes you have to abandon ship to save yourself, you just hoped there would be a shore in the horizon.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI • smut (Geto only in this part) • hurt / comfort / hurt • poly relationship • Angst chapter • Soft Geto •

Bickering between the two boys was nothing unusual, it was hardly a rare occurrence to have them butting heads over something that challenged each others testosterone levels. Satoru was usually the cause of it and as patience as Suguru was even he had a limit.

Satoru would stop sulking rather quickly, his attention span wouldn’t allow him to remain bothered by something for too long, he was easily distracted.

Suguru though had more depth than the six eyes, he thought more deeply and doubted himself easily, which is exactly what he was doing when Satoru had gloated about what had happened after the mission.

Satoru who lastly came into this little dynamic between you both was the first to have you alone and it happened behind Suguru’s back.

What bothered him is that you were willing. Those voices in the back of his head that caused doubt surfaced in a rather ugly fashion — as much as Suguru would keep up, he knew deep down that Satoru was always one step ahead in every aspect.

But this was something Suguru found difficult to accept because this entire time he felt he was slightly ahead of Satoru in regards to you. It’s why it bothered him, it left room for doubt to crawl under his skin —did you prefer Satoru? Did you harbour more feelings for him?

Not only that but he had noticed your growing discomfort, you were less bubbly, you weren’t smiling as much and you were pulling away —Geto was convinced you were.

The six eyed sorcerer was the source in his life that took away his doubt and that’s exactly what he was trying to do at present, it just wasn’t sugar coating his doubtful mind like it usually did.

“Ehhhh? Naaaaah!” Satoru waved his hand dismissively, his lips vibrating together in a pftttttt. Acting like Suguru had said the most ridiculous thing in their entire friendship. “-Why would she wanna leave us? She’s practically wrapped up in a handsome sandwich and she’s the juicy ham in the middle! No way. Two good looking guys, strongest and you seen those little love hearts in her eyes when-“

“That’s enough Satoru, something isn’t right you need to be serious for once. Think about someone else for a change, you’re shit with girls so your advice is the last thing I’d take.”

Even Satoru Gojo wasn’t settling the doubt bubbling in Suguru’s stomach like he usually did and it was creating a taste that was worse than those rancid curses he swallowed.

“C’mon she’s fine! You really that bothered I gave her fun time with Gojo’s penis alone?”

Prodding Suguru’s cheek playfully only made him swat at Gojo and glare at him, before shoving his hands into his pockets and slouch his posture before walking off. It didn’t take long for an arm to swing over his shoulders and playfully bump into Suguru.

“No, this is different it’s nothing to do with sex.”

“Y’sure? ‘Cuz It was so good Suguru, she was still full from us at that abandoned school, it was so damn sloppy, gives me a semi thinking ‘bout it.” Satoru chimed, side eying his friend to see his reaction and only smirked when he watched the dark haired boys shoulders tense.

“So you are bothered, I knew it~!”

“Get lost Satoru-“

“Tell ya what-“ suddenly stopped Gojo reclaimed his arm, Suguru walked a few strides ahead, “-because I’m selfless and the most incredible bro you could ask for, you go meet her alone tonight, I’ll see y’tomorrow.”

Suguru glared over his shoulder, not convinced Gojo was being so easily selfless and could hold up his word on actually being left out. The boys were both on their way to meet you and as much as Geto didn’t want to admit it, his friend was excited to see you, evident by Satoru was getting increasingly more giddy throughout the day.

Satoru seemed to be the only one who wasn’t aware that something felt off and it started to convince Geto that perhaps it was because he felt somewhat left out? It would make sense, he doubted himself a lot and this was more personal, this wasn’t work related what so ever.

But this would be a good opportunity for Suguru to assess what was going on —maybe even question you. You always were more honest with him, always easy for him to draw out what you tried to bury.

So he took the offer, waving over his shoulder at Gojo, Geto carried on in the direction to meet you, dropping you a text telling you he was five minutes away.

Geto >Be there in 5

You > Ok, I’ve made ramen for you guys, there’s something I want to talk about with you both.

The words churned Geto’s stomach and his pace slowed to almost a stop as he stared at the words on his phone, thumbs hovering over the illuminated screen as he swallowed thickly reading over it again and again.

“Uh, Suguru are you okay?”

Eyes rose up to meet yours at your front door, he blinked not realising he’d walked the entire length here silently, unnerved by your text.

“Where’s Satoru?”

Locking his phone he shoved it into his pocket, looking away to the side as if it not looking at you would ease the disturbance in his stomach.

“He isn’t coming tonight, it’s just us.”

Suguru couldn’t help but side glance at you, too curious to ignore what your reaction would be to it being just him this evening. Your jaw tensed, your gaze drifted and you chewed the inside of your cheek.

You looked disappointed and Suguru felt nauseated over it.

Ignoring it he played off casually and smiled, the facade only he could pull off so well because he was the best liar and manipulator out of three of you. stepping forward and tucking a strand hair that had fallen from your messy bun, using his soft charm to distract you from that apparent disappointment.

Then use a guilt trip to sway your concerns.

“Food smells really good, hasn’t been just us for awhile thought you’d be alright with it, I can leave if you want. I just still really wanted to see you.”

That should do it.

His heart jumped at the little doe eyed expression you gave and knowing you, you’d be worried that you offended him —because like him you were an over thinker. He smiled a little at your expression, passing it off as his usual softness not letting you see behind it that he was amused you took the bait of his words.

You were just so much less selfish that he and Satoru.

“I didn’t mean it like that! I’m sorry, I’m still really happy you’re here I just-“

You trailed off, that worry glistening in those pretty eyes of yours and the combination of his stomach churning but hope feeling his heart was damn awful.

“You just what?”

“Just wanted to talk to you both at the same time about something —it can wait another day, I guess.”

He didn’t miss your eyes glistening with something else, they were watering, he could feel your agitation and it wasn’t helping his doubt trying to win the race with hope.

“You can talk to me, what’s wrong?”

“N-Nothing, just forget it, please? Can we just enjoy an evening to ourselves instead?”

Your fingers wrapped around his wrist, you half turned to encourage him to come in and smiled at him so warmly, so convincingly lovingly that he felt that worry melt for a few moments.

Hope filled him more and more throughout the evening, winning that race against doubt, the food warmed him and his soul, he laughed with you and doted on you. Washing the dishes after you cooking then helping you put them away.

You cuddled into his side on the sofa, you played with that strand of hair that he left down because he knew you loved twirling your finger around it. You laughed when he pressed kisses over that spot on your neck that made you recoil because it tickled, laughing against your skin he just pulled you closer.

Fingers dancing up the sides under your skirt, thumbs rubbing in circles as he reached your hip. The airy moan that left you sent a pulse to his cock, your fingers threading into his hair until his bun loosened from the band.

He’d rolled you over so easily on the sofa, his lips on yours in some slow, yet messy kiss that felt so passionate it kicked his heart against his ribs.

The airy moans swallowed by each other, clothes still on due to no patience to remove them only undone to release pressure and aid access. The urgency consumed him and you, your nails biting into his back before skimming down to grip his bare ass under his now loose jeans, squeezing his cheeks as he nudged his cock head clumsily against your throbbing pussy.

“Please, Suguru,”

Your lips bit at his bottom lip, pulling it slightly before running your tongue over it. It made him curse against your mouth and inch his dick in slowly, feeling it pop as it pushed through that tight ring of muscle swallowing him greedily.

Your hips jolted, rolled and did everything you could to try to encourage him to fill you properly.

“M’gonna cum if you keep squeezing me like this,”

“Then do it,”

He groaned against your lips, your pleading tone hinted with a demand and you tasted as good as your words, your cherry lip balm smeared across his was removing any traces of those vile curses he swallowed.

“You need to cum first,” he muttered against you, pushing another inch in, “-that’s the rule remember? It’s always you first.”

He felt you clench around him and he chuckled at you, a breathy moan laced with it.

“I thought you liked being degraded, where did being praised come from?”

Satoru had said the same thing and it briefly took your mind back to that mission a few days ago, how lovingly yet messily he’d fucked you alone, then those texts he was receiving.

Those girls. The lack of feeling security from them. The unknown… the need to leave this situation. It had all dissolved in Suguru’s presence, it all went back to how things were before these worries took over.

And that would be fine, if you didn’t feel something for both of them now.

Your heart plummeted as your mind raced back to him, Suguru frowned noticing your stiffness, reaching up he cupped your chin, pulling his lip from your teeth and running his thumb over your bottom lip.

“Look at me.”

You did —stiffly, reluctantly and Geto seen it, he felt it course through his heart in a painful ache. He watched the distraction from the issue he knew was quietly brewing all but disappear in you.

“Just focus on me for now,” he whispered it, almost like he would hope it would calm whatever storm was brewing. He distracted you by filling you with a hard thrust, bullying the rest of his thick cock in and it was hard —your body jolted, the breath hitched in your throat as a gasp, pretty eyes widened and your mouth fell agape.

His mouth messily returned to you, holding you so close it was difficult to thrust into you under him on the sofa, his hips rutting into you in short close punches and it was sloppy. He could hear your cunt squelching as he bullied his cock in, you were so tight and warm, pulses being sent from his lower stomach to his cock as he drank in your moans.

This felt right, so right, no sorcerers, no curses —no ego battles or bickering, just you both again in a way he hadn’t had you alone.

He could focus on you and him for once.

“Y-You’re s-so t-thick S-Sugu-“ each word punctuated with his thrusts, each word stuttered because you were struggling in the most blissful of ways under him.

“Yeah? N’you’re so tight, so wet, you’re so good f’me.”

He loved the feel of your hands gripping his ass as he rutted into you, rolled his hips so beautifully you were starting to see stars, hitting something in you every time that you just couldn’t speak. You felt overstimulated and you hadn’t even cum yet.

“My good girl, is she gonna cum for me?”

His voice was so smooth, so calm before his tongue pressed against your neck, knowing that spot that made your cunt clench and hands grip his ass harder, stiffening under him as that build up rose too quickly under his praise.

“You really like the praise hmm?”

You nodded dumbly, practically clinging to him in hopes that taught line would snap, your orgasm at its peaking waiting for that one move to just push you over.

His hand left you, lifting your leg by the back of your thigh and pushing it up higher, angling his hips he buried into you deeper.

Kissing your throat he could feel you moaning against his lips.

“You’re beautiful, you sound good like this,”

Heat rushed up your neck, blooming on your cheeks and tears welling up in your eyes —his softness, his loving tone was just too much. Your heart swelled until the tears spilled at his praise, Geto noticed when the salty taste on his tongue kissed it away. Following the trail up to the source, he shifted to hover over you and rose a hand to cup your face, thumb swiping away under your left eye.

“Cum for me, then we can talk,” your name left him so softly, his eyes looking into your soul and he kissed at your lips so sweetly “-I’m here,”

“I’m sorry-“

He shushed you soothingly before kissing you again, swiping his tongue across your lip before meeting yours. The short hard punching rhythm of his hips meeting yours, thick cock spreading you open yet you clenched around him so desperate to cum when Geto rotated his hips and it brushed against that spot inside you it finally pushed you over the edge.

“M’cumming- Suguru there, there- I’m cumming,”

He cursed against your mouth as you clamped around his cock, pushing himself to the hilt and hips stuttered as he let you ride out your orgasm on his dick, moaning praise at you.

“Oh Fuck pretty, just like that —cum around that dick, feels good, your pussy feels so good.”

It was almost unbearable how close he was, slurring into your ear as he pressed fully against you, his body convulsing lightly in reaction to how you felt cumming his breath hot against your skin, fingers caressing whatever place they could touch.

He felt you go slack under him, heaving in air trying to recover from the high and his weight countering your attempt to even out your breathing. But Geto didn’t shift, he pressed until he was balls deep and flexed his cock inside of you.

“Gonna help me cum now, love?”

You > can you guys meet me at our favourite cafe at 730pm tonight please? It’s important need to talk to you both.

You glanced at the clock in the cafe reading 8:34pm.

They’d both read it not long after you’d sent them both the text in your little group chat, Suguru had only liked it in response.

You wanted to believe they were busy with some kind of mission as usual, that they’d been dragged out last minute and were merely running late.

“Hey, can I get you anything else? You’ve been sat here for awhile-“

“No I’m okay thank you, I’m gonna leave in a moment, can you please box up that cake to go though?”

You smiled politely at the waiter, who only gave a small charming smile back before collecting your empty cup and plate. Saying they’d be right back with a box for Satoru’s current favourite sweet treat you’d gotten him.

He’d probably want it after a long day, seems like they were having one.

You tried to tell yourself, focusing on that to stop your head spiralling into more paranoid trains of thought that matched the sinking gut feeling in your stomach that it wasn’t a mission keeping them occupied.

You wrapped your scarf around you, pulling your jacket on to keep you warm but the cold air still bit at you, fog appearing as your hot breath mixed with it, a heavy sigh leaving you with the simple comfort of cosy clothes on a cold evening.

The bag rustled lightly next to you as you stepped towards your dorm, taking a detour wanting to delay your arrival time because you knew as soon as you stepped through the door you’d be hit with that sinking feeling.

What you didn’t expect were two female sorcerers, the mean girls of the little community, stood around smoking in the entrance way. Your name leaving one of them in a sly, sing song tone.

“Aww, you’re on your own?”

“Get lost, Mila, I’m not in the mood.” You retorted stopping in front of them as they stepped in your path, blowing smoke into your face.

“Yeah, I’d be bummed to if I got replaced, it was only a matter of time though.”

You stayed silent, not wanting to aid their taunting but also slightly curious as to what exactly they were talking about. You thought your silence wouldn’t aid them, however it did the opposite.

“Oh? What’s with that look? You don’t know?”

You let out a heavy sigh, trying to remain passive and bored by them, despite your heart falling into your stomach and anxiousness rushing through your veins like fire.

“What don’t I know, Mila?”

“Satoru’s new interest, Suguru is tagging along as well. I mean they’ve been with her all evening, seen them leaving that little maid cafe Gojo likes.. my friend works there, Satoru’s been smitten all evening. Here-“

The illumination from the phone made you squint, almost flinch to adjust to the sudden brightness shoved in your face… but when they adjusted it was a sight you’d rather have not seen.

Satoru was beaming that stupid smile, throwing an arm over a girls shoulder who was blushing furiously trying to hide it under her jacket. Suguru was behind them on his phone for a call, apparently he could use his phone after all, with some exasperated expression on his face. She slid the screen to another photo of Suguru holding the door open to an apartment complex, the girl walking in and Gojo following.

You had no idea who she was, but she was pretty that was undeniable and you knew that look from Satoru. That goofy, cheeky smile, that arm over the shoulder —you knew how felt to be the one under it with his silly way of flirting and teasing. You knew how that blush felt across her cheeks.

This was why you wanted to talk to them, to get an answer —you find some kind of solution and if you weren’t all agreeing then it would cease between you all. You’d call it off —you’d leave as friends and nothing more.

You wanted to get your answer in a way that was mature, instead you got it like this.

With some bitter bitch holding her phone at you like a damn Oscar that she’s won over you. She shook her phone for emphasis and you thanked the gods for your ability to hold your shit together in front of her.

“So? It was only ever sex, no strings attached.”

“Hah?”

“Bullshit! They wouldn’t sleep with us when we offered it and we’re ten times hotter than you!”

“I don’t have time for this playground shit, get lost.”

You pushed past them both without another word, leaving them to stomp at the ground and the other furiously suck on the rest of her cigarette, puffing it out dramatically through her nose.

Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

You chanted it inside your head not noticing your pace getting faster as you closed in on your dorm room, eyes and nose stinging to hold back frustrated tears before they spilled for anyone to see in the hallways.

The door slammed unintentionally behind you as you dropped Satoru’s cake to the floor, bag rustling on impact as your back hit the door and you slid for the floor.

“Assholes,”

The teary sneer was heard by only you, left in the silence of your dark room, leaving the lights off so if by chance the boys did happen to remember you they’d think you were asleep and leave you be. You just hoped Satoru wouldn’t overstep any boundaries and teleport into your room, or use his stupid six eyes to seek you out.

You succeeded for an amount of time, crying until you ran out and sat numbly on the floor staring at nothing in particular with your arms wrapped around your knees, forehead resting on your forearms. Ignoring the vibrating of your phone in your pocket, letting the calls ring out to voicemail and ignored the odd buzz of texts coming through.

You wanted to be left alone, for once not answering to them and letting distance happen on your terms, not theirs.

But this was Satoru Gojo you were involved with, someone unable to read the mood well, someone who overstepped boundaries as a form of amusement because he never did see any lines drawn in the sand.

The knock on your door wasn’t subtle, it was testing the water to see if you were awake, perhaps the rest of the dorm as well.

“Satoru shut up! Her lights are off, leave her be.”

“Call her again, see if she answers-“

“It’s nearly midnight, let her sleep we will catch her tomorrow.”

“But I wanna see her, it’s been two days.”

The voices were muffled, they sounded tired but oh so clear on who they belong to and your body tensed in apprehension that Gojo would find his way into your room —see you like this, question why you’re like it.

But it was the rage that suddenly erupted in you —a total 360 from the calm mindset you tried to stay in, that made you stand and grab the door handle. Also the cake you’d bought Satoru to eat when he arrived at the cafe like you’d asked.

You swung the door open, both boys turning back to see you and a goofy smile spread over Gojo’s face.

“See! Told ya sh-“

You threw the cake at him, not expecting it to actually hit him square in the face, smearing the cream over his now wonky glasses and the gobsmacked look on both their faces would have been comical if you were so fucking angry.

“What the hell?!”

“Isn’t your infinity supposed to be up?!”

“It isn’t around you! You’re not a threat so why would I keep it up!”

“Oh?! So I’m weak now?”

“Well yeah, but that’s not what I meant!”

Suguru pinched the bridge of his nose, inhaling deeply before stepping between you both seeing how you were only bouncing off each other and it was going to spiral faster.

“Can we come in? It’s late, if Yaga finds out we-“

“Finds out what, Suguru?” You sneered, glaring at him harder than you had Satoru. He was using his phone, yet he couldn’t have text you? Let you know?? Screw that!

Geto was stumped, blinking at your attitude and that fact you’d taken it up with him. You never spoke to him like that, you never directed anything at him because it wasn’t him that caused your upset —it was always Gojo.

“That you’re sneaking around, that you’re double teaming whoever when you feel like it?”

“Hey-“

You whirled back to Satoru, pointing at his chest actually making him lean back.

“You I expect it from, being the little fuck boy with the god complex that you are but you-“

Your eyes turned back to Suguru, eyes almost softening on him looking at you like that, he was shocked, not expecting it, almost looked hurt but you were so far gone to even take anything else in that might sway your anger at them.

“I don’t expect it from you, I never did.”

Your voice softened, cracking almost as you felt that angry fog clearing, your wrist being snatched by Gojo made you look back at him and he wasn’t amused.

“We got held up on a mission, which was pretty shitty by the way-“ Satoru’s voice was calm, no playful tone to it like he usually carried, his eyes weren’t leaving yours, not even faltering as he spoke, “-we are sorry we didn’t get back to you about this evening alright? It’s just one evening, you don’t need to be such a bitch about it.”

You snorted a laugh and tried to snatch your wrist away but it failed under his grip.

“Satoru watch your grip,” Suguru moved forwards, seeing that Gojo wasn’t releasing the tension and it was stopping you from getting away like you wanted.

“Get back to me? I was waiting for you guys for over an hour! Tell me how was your mission?”

“You went to the cafe?”

“Well yeah, you liked the message Suguru, I assumed that was a go ahead for it, obviously though I’m not on your list of contacting when you have other females to attend to.”

“You know?”

Your other hand rose to try pry your wrist from Satoru and you tried pulling away, feeling that sting in your nose and eyes again threatening to spill tears you didn’t want them to see. But Gojo’s keen eyes were looking at you like prey, his own blue ones softening for a second when he took a closer look at you.

“You been cryin’?”

“No.”

He rolled his eyes and lifted his other hand to cup your cheek, thumb wiping under your red, puffy eyes giving you some kind of soft smile and it only boiled anger in you further.

Like you expected him to read the situation and take it seriously.

“C’mon, let us inside yeah? We can talk in your room-“ he pursed his lips together in a childish kissy face and leaned forward to kiss you, “-and we can kiss and make up, show you we really are sorry~!”

The childish attempt left Satoru quickly when you tugged your arm harshly to get away and turned your head to the side to avoid the kiss.

“No-“

Suguru was the one to call your name softly and his softness was the thing that cracked your anger, emotions rushing forth in a way that was hard to process, you fought the instinct kicking in to run from them —to be as far away as possible to try save yourself from the heartache crushing your chest.

“I don’t want this —“

The words made Satoru’s grip on you loosen enough to pull yourself from them and back up with your head down, your right hand gripping your left upper arm as you withdrew from them, tears spilling down your cheeks.

“I don’t want this anymore,”

You stepped back and Satoru stepped forward, Suguru was the one to stop him, placing a hand on his shoulder and stepping forward himself.

“Is this what you have been wanting to talk about?”

You nodded unable to meet them, fat tears spilling down your cheeks and it was pitiful. You felt broken it didn’t feel right but it had to be done, you knew this was how it needed to be.

You were declining in this dynamic, between them you were losing yourself.

“Why didn’t you just say something to one of us?”

“Because it’s unfair, it has to be both of you, I couldn’t get one to pass on the message that’s cruel.”

Suguru sighed realising the situation wasn’t going to get any better —you were high on emotions, the most upset he’d ever seen you and you needed space.

Satoru however-

“So that’s it? You’re just done because we didn’t get back to you for one night?”

His head was bowed, white locks covering his eyes but his jaw was tense, his voice quiet yet hard and it only spurred your anger again.

“You left me sitting in a cafe whilst you went out flirting all night in the maid cafe and to double team someone else! You used your phone Suguru and couldn’t even be bothered to message me! I’ve seen the photos. So yeah, I’m done because of this one night, not the girls you constantly flirt with in front of me Satoru, or have them texting you, or you saving their numbers in your pockets!”

The shock was evident on both boys faces, Satoru finally looking up at your outburst, only to see your eyes burning in anger and tears glistening failing to put out the fire in them.

Suguru muttered something about photos, looking somewhat confused.

Whilst Satoru snorted, giving a confusing combination of expression —he was acting like this was ridiculous, like what you said was outrageous. Frown with a light shake of his head but his eyes were contradicting any attitude he used as a facade, they looked hurt… they looked tired.

“So go do what you want, whoever you want —I’m done with being both of you guys little fuck toy.”

“Enough-“

Suguru’s tone was cold, his patience having left him, you rarely seen him angry but he had the audacity to aim it at you.

“It’s late, Satoru and I aren’t in the best place to handle this after today. Things are spiralling and fixing anything like this is futile-“

Gojo turned his eyes away, shoving his hands into his pockets and glaring at the wall like a scolded child.

Suguru’s eyes however, were firmly fixed on you.

“You want space? We will respect that but don’t ever refer yourself to a sex toy again, do you understand?”

He said it with such distaste, such displeasure that you’d seen him pull less of a face consuming curses.

“I don’t want space-“ you were proud of yourself for your voice not breaking, for standing your ground you knew how Geto could lie, how easily he could sway words or situations so you put it in a way that he couldn’t, “-I’m done, Geto.”

Satoru was the first to leave, teleporting himself away without Suguru, the only one brave enough to watch you retreat back in your room, the door quietly clicking and locking behind you.

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Death Is a Mirror, or How Death Is Linked to the Sense of Self in Jujutsu Kaisen

Death is a fulcrum of Jujutsu Kaisen's message, a major point of reference for both the audience and the characters within the story. Death is a mirror that catches and reflects the last light of a life reaching its end, a moment of full disclosure that overcomes all distances and renders all defenses permeable. Death is a mirror as it asks one question: who are we when there's no more need to lie?

The thread that binds together all major characters' deaths in Jujutsu Kaisen is how, despite multiple characters trying in an unreliable-narrator-sort of fashion to convince us otherwise, no one's truly alone in death. The connections that people forge with others throughout their lives become their tethers to the world -- and then reach even further, transcending death itself. This is how humans, using Jogo's words, can still linger after they die: through the loving memory of those they held dear.

No human exists in a vacuum. We live in the context of our relationships with the world, of getting to know and getting to be known in return. Our lives, in a sense, are a dialogue -- that's why we give and are given names. We shape the images of ourselves through establishing connections with others; our self-recognition and sense of self come from recognizing those connections. Once again, we learn the outllines of our souls by bumping into others.

These two concepts, recollecting your 'tethers' before death and acquiring self-reflection in others, are consistently brought together in the story. Before everything else, it's reflected in Yuuji's (who the story's focal point as its protagonist) idea of a meaningful death, one gone surrounded by those you love. Nobara, who possesses arguably the strongest sense of self with her loud proclamation 'I'm Nobara Kugisaki!' and who's highly conscious about her relationships with other people. Megumi, whose overarching struggle for self-determination has him relying on others to define his own worth and leaves him passively suicidal. Toji, who in his last moments thinks about his family and understands that by leaving them behind he deviated from his true self. Nanami, whose fading mind conjures the image of his closest friend and who, guided by that, chooses to go south and stay true to himself. Kokichi is yet another example, and actually quite an interesting one. His character is explored primarily through the juxtaposition between the concept of 'the body within the world' and his forced isolation, but who still contextualizes the world through his connections with his friends. It's no coincidence that Kokichi's character arc is closely linked to Mahito, who is dubbed a mirror of death.

In short, there's a plethora of instances where death and one's sense of self are tied to one another like that. I'll ramble a bit about how this correlation is discovered in both Gojo and Geto's characters below the cut.

The lack of self

Gojo is somebody who's essentially lacking both connections to others and a sense of self-identity. His entire personality is shaped around the notion that he's The Strongest, the very thing which prevents him, even if in his own mind, from building meaningful relationships with the people around him.

Not having to challenge or change his self-image, Gojo has little to no recognition of himself as a person outside of his title. He has never faced a need to discover himself in relation to the world; he was given a foundation to construct his identity on upon birth. Did he really need to grow past that and redefine himself? Satoru lacks self-reflection -- most literally.

With Gojo's face obscured by the gaping void, we do not get to see his reflection. I'd say it's quite an apt visualization of Gojo's identity crisis. Who are you if not The Strongest? As Gojo's position is challenged with his Infinity suddenly overcome, this question is forced onto him.

But as he's spent over a decade trying to escape answering it, he never got a chance to acquire a definitive answer. So now, in Shibuya, he flees from it once more.

It's painfully ironic and at the same time fully logical that it is Geto who exposes this issue to Satoru as Gojo's sense of self is arguably connected to him more than anyone else. During their student years Suguru was the one who persistently rejected treating Gojo as a title and not a person, who looked through decorum and actively chose to see him not as Gojo Satoru, The Strongest but rather as Gojo Satoru, a teenage boy. For Gojo, it was through Geto recognizing him as a person that he was able to reach that recognition, too.

But after Toji Gojo is forced to seek self-affirmation and validate his ego by reclaiming his position, which was threatened by him losing to somebody for the first time. He tries to reinforce his self-image by separating himself from the world, which ultimately leads not only to his now automatic Infinity rendering him unreachable (= disconnected), but also to a loss of his sense of self as he loses his one and only connection.

As I've already said, with the Prison Realm breaching the defenses of Gojo's technique, this issue, his lack of a firm sense of identity beyond his title, is exposed to him once more. It's reflected in the way Satoru places his priorities post-unsealing. He fights Sukuna with seemingly a single purpose of cementing his position as the strongest sorcerer alive and thus regaining his uderstanding of who he is. The answer to this question has never lain in the plane of strength alone, though, and that is why Satoru fails utterly.

But in death, as the relevance of his Infinity is eliminated, Gojo is finally able to reconnect with his sense of self. He's reverted to his teenage self, to the time he could still relate to somebody on a personal level and get stronger for it. The entirety of the 236 chapter, in a sense, is written as an affirmative: he is The Strongest because he is Satoru Gojo, not the opposite, but it's his death which makes him finally recognize this.

The deviation from self

Now, this image could not be intended as a visual parallel to Gojo's reflection, or lack of thereof, in the Prison Realm's eye. Nonetheless seeing that scene in Shibuya animated immediately reminded me of it, and I think there potentially might be some thematic similarities between the two as well.

Talking about how our identities are defined by our connections to other people as much as our relationship with ourselves, it'd be only logical to assume that Geto should have a firm grasp on who he is. Not only is he a deeply self-reflective character, but also one who actively relates to others.

However, Geto's reflection in Gojo's eyes is unclear and uncertain, almost indistinguishable. It might be a neat way to convey how, finally taking a moment to look at his best friend for the first time since SPVI, Gojo doesn't really recognize him for how much he's changed. But it also could hint at how Geto, driven to the point where he bends and warps his beliefs to justify his actions, also bends and warps his sense of self.

At least how I see it, the image above calls to mind this panel:

The moment Geto tells Satoru he's decided on 'his true feelings' which would define him as a person. Isn't it ironic how in the exact same conversation he talks about how the goal he's settled upon is only possible for Gojo, meaning striving to achieve it would be akin to trying to become someone he's not? The light novel outright tells us as much:

This was the final confession of a man who could only choose to warp himself, who had erased himself in pursuit of his goals. The only person who could bear such a curse was Gojo Satoru.

In this light it's interesting how Gojo's struggle with his sense of self makes itself known through something which threatens his position as The Strongest, whereas Geto's is reflected in the eyes of someone to whom he refers while saying 'If I could become you...', deviating from himself.

A major factor of overcoming trauma is embracing the inadequacy of what happened. So, to a certain extent, by becoming an enemy to the system Suguru wants to prove the world of jujutsu sorcerers wrong and himself -- right. It once again reminds me of Toji's dying thoughts.

The flip side of 'deciding on your true feelings' is ultimately anchoring your entire identity to what is just a single aspect of it. People exist in motion, and our personalities are in actuality as dynamic and complex as our relationships. But Geto bound his self-definition to what was rather simply a reactive feeling, so in the end he inevitably failed to live up to it.

And once again, it's exposed at the moment of Suguru's death. In his case, though, this failure is also what leads to his defeat and consequent death in the first place. I also find it curious how Geto's face is the first thing Gojo sees in the afterlife, while Gojo's face is the last thing Geto sees and acknowledges in his life. And just like Gojo, in his last moments Suguru reminisces about their shared past.

The image almost mirrors what we saw in the chapter 236, suggesting how Geto's true self is in turn tied to Satoru. Despite how vague and uncertain their relationship's come to be, the two are rendered inseperable even in death -- or rather, in death especially.

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HOW LONG THEY LAST DURING NNN — JUJUTSU KAISEN

feat : gojo satoru, itadori yuuji, fushiguro megumi, nanami kento + geto suguru.

♱ warnings — f!reader, how long they last during no nut november, teasing, cunninglingus & bed humping in itadori’s, all characters written 18+, not proofread / note. this is 1 / 4 fandoms i’m doing 4 this so look out 4 the others <3

・✶ ｡ﾟ GOJO SATORU — NOVEMBER 15TH

honestly the only reason gojo done it was because he thought he could use it as a means to tease you, wait until you’re begging and crying for him just so he can admire how pretty you look when you’re needy. but then you actually got him feeling a little competitive about it, telling him he’d never be able to do it no matter how strong he was, and that’s when he actually decided to take things seriously. but gojo satoru was still a fucking tease, so you know this month wasn’t gonna be easy regardless if he was serious or not.

but he’s wound up tight despite the way he’s not letting it show, chasing any sort of friction and touch he can get and using the excuse that he’s teasing you when in actual fact he needs you so much he might actually pass out. although you’re not doing much better when you realise just how good gojo was at knowing what you needed, your fingers barely able to reach the spots his cock could so easily. it wasn’t until he was laying on your stomach between your legs one night that you finally gave in, feeling him trace shapes into your inner thigh and making you almost whine as your pussy fucking throbs like a plea for him to move just a little closer.

“‘toru, i give up.. i want you, please.” you gasp, a little quiet as you wait for the inevitable, smug smirk that meets you when he turns to look up at you. “oh? and what does my sweet girl want from me? gotta be more specific than that.” gojo goads, deliberately moving lower so he can press his lips against your thighs, fingers squeezing the skin so he can feel you tremble. “wanna cum, please make me cum! it’s no fun.” you finally cry and he’s as relieved as he is hard despite the way he breathes out a laugh before biting down on your thighs to leave a pretty blooming mark. “hm? so greedy for me, sweet thing. must know i can never say no to you.”

・✶ ｡ﾟ ITADORI YUUJI — NOVEMBER 3RD

honestly itadori doesn’t have any idea why he agreed to do it but you asked him if he would and he’s never been one to say no to you, so here he is. literally doesn’t even last 3 days — he’s convinced himself that he should still be able to make you feel good while holding off for himself. he’s always been one to prioritise your pleasure ofcourse but if it was anyone else they maybe would’ve believed him.

but you’re the one who’s went through the first three days of november with him, so you know that the challenge is getting to him a lot more than you think even he realises. it’s basically thanks to you that itadori has even lasted this long considering he can’t keep his hands off of you, basically grinding his bulge against you at every opportunity — even just a hug before you leave for work has him rock hard and whining about how much it hurts. but because he’s cute you decide to amuse him when he asks if he can atleast make you cum instead, telling you about how it’s really a distraction for him.

so now you’re lay out beneath itadori as his head basically shakes between your thighs — tongue bathing your clit in strong licks and slurps as he drinks up whatever you’re willing to give him, completely ignorant to the way his cock is leaking against the mattress beneath him. you’re convinced it’s like animal instinct the first roll of his hips into the bed, making him groan against your pussy before he’s beginning his own pace — making the bed shriek against the floor with how heavy he’s humping his cock against the mattress. but you feel so fucking good you can barely breathe nevermind speak as he closes his lips around your clit to suckle, babbling against your folds as he brings himself closer to his own release. “hurts so bad, baby.. gotta cum, can give you so much. p-promise.”

・✶ ｡ﾟ FUSHIGURO MEGUMI — NOVEMBER 23RD

megumi actually almost makes it the full month, despite the way he’s a little cranky and grumpier than usual. constantly sitting with a pout on his lips and his arms folded, avoiding your eye contact at any given opportunity he can because he knows you’re so pretty and that’s enough to be his unraveling. he doesn’t even know why he agreed to do it, he heard itadori was doing the same and then somehow ended up convinced to do so, but now he’s just needy and annoyed and wants nothing more than to be sinking into your cunt, but he’s too stubborn to give up now.

even when you’re both lying in bed, megumi almost makes sure he’s turned away from you despite the way he wants nothing more than to feel you pressed up against him. but even having you this close is a struggle, just feeling the proximity of your body heat beneath the comforter makes his cock twitch and throb, pulling a quiet little whimper from his lips as he tries to force himself to forget about it and just sleep.

but you were nothing if not a loving partner, so you can so easily see the discomfort that megumi is in, so why not help? he almost jolts when he feels your hands trace around him to smooth under his shirt — palming at his cock through his sweats as your chest presses up tight against his back. “w-what’re you doing?” “you okay, ‘gumi? need help?” you hum and megumi whines, long and low with the first eager stroke of your palm across his clothed cock. you hear him hiss as his head drops back, hips rutting into your touch and if he wasn’t so fucking needy he’d be embarrassed about the fact he’s already about to cream his pants. “you’re.. fuck, you’re g’nna make me cum, you’re cheating.”

・�� ｡ﾟ NANAMI KENTO — DECEMBER 1ST

he’s the only one out of everyone that last the whole month, the only reason nanami even done it was because it was the only way he could get gojo to stop teasing and talking to him — he did it for peace really. he knew it would be hard ofcourse, he could never say no to you at the best of time and you knew that. so this was really the only time that nanami actually didnt mind doing some overtime at work.

he almost cracked once, when he was leaving for work just as you were coming out of the shower — panting from the pretty little toy that he caught a glimpse of in the sink, and the thought of you digging out your own orgasm when he’s just a walk away made nanami feel like he was about to fucking pass out. you send him a pretty look before you lean in to press a quick kiss against his lips, and he wants nothing more than to hold you there — to rip the towel of your figure and fuck you where you stand.

“see you when you’re home.” you grin and he’s a little thankful that you walk away before he can actually act on his train of thought, having to take a few deep breaths in the car so his bulge will actually relax. but it’s carnal the way nanami seeks out your touch as soon as november ends, almost ripping off your clothes as he bathes your body in kisses — drinking up the parts of you he’s missed so much as he promises to make up for the month he’s left you without his attention. “that’s it, sweetheart. let me reward you for being so good for me.”

・✶ ｡ﾟ GETO SUGURU — NOVEMBER 20TH

ofcourse gojo is the reason geto even does it in the first place, he thinks it’s amusing and honestly doesn’t think he’s gonna be able to do it anyway — not when he’s got a pretty thing like you teasing him just by breathing. but he still wants to try instead of giving in immediately, just to see how far he’ll make it, and you considering how much you longed for his touch and his cock just as much as he did you.

you’re honestly surprised at how far he makes it in, he almost finishes the month until there’s only a few days to go and you can tell that it’s really getting to him. geto was tired of the weight of his balls, heavy cock constantly rock hard and begging to feel the twitch of your cunt around it at every single moment — throbbing as soon as you even came into the room. he watches the way you walk into the living room one day as he sits manspread on the couch, chest heaving with heavy breathes as he tilts his chin up against his palm.

“you’re teasing me being that pretty, y’know.” geto drawls as a grin teases his lips, dark eyes sweeping over your figure shamelessly before he’s biting down on his lower lip to stifle a groan. “i think you’re teasing yourself, sugu.” you reply quickly and you watch the way he readjusts himself, palming at the uncomfortable strain of his cock before he’s whistling. “say my name like that again, pretty girl. like the way it sounds.” the low drawl of his voice only draws you closer until you’re within reach for his large hands to grab at your hips — pulling you onto his lap while he mouths at the column of your throat. “think i’ve lasted long enough, miss my girl’s pretty pussy too much.” let’s just say he doesn’t make you say his name again, he makes you scream it.

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loversmantra · 4 months

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keeping quiet.

content! geto suguru x reader. typical geto hurt no comfort, gn!reader, geto is implied to be taller than reader, arguing, brief gorey imagery but it is very light, me remembering halfway that he really does have a point, discussion of whether non-sorcerers deserve to live or not lmao, uh yeah he's not doing well but tbh no one is

wc. 1.2k

message from noe. is this the thing that kills my writer's block? is it? regardless, look guys! i wrote a thing!

the question is as unexpected as what will come next.

you’ve had a habit of sneaking in suguru’s dorm lately. he says having you close helps him sleep. you know he never does – he watches you breathe until the sun rises. you know he’s lying to make you feel better about yourself – like you’re succeeding, you’re healing him, he’s getting better thanks to you. you hate it.

you notice all his bad habits: it’s not just the sleepless nights. he’s picked up smoking from shoko. he rarely eats, rarely even drinks water. he trains a lot – a lot more than his body can take.

he lies. all the time.

‘i’m fine.’

he lies.

you see everything, you notice everything, but you can’t bring it up. he deflects, he pushes back, and you’re afraid you can barely call yourself his partner anymore – not when you spend more time away on missions than with him. you’re afraid you’re making him angry with all your questions – when you feel like the Suguru you see when you’re with him, between the endless back-to-back missions, is no longer him but rather a remnant, a ghost of the boy he used to be. you’re afraid he’ll leave if you keep insisting – because most the time you spend together these days is spent with you sleeping and him watching you. so you keep quiet. you keep quiet so you can keep him.

you’re afraid, and you’re tired, and he’s tired, and you watch as he wastes away.

you see everything, you notice everything, yet somehow the question is as unexpected–

“what if we kill them all?”

–as what will come next.

you’re not sure you’ve heard him correctly, at first. it’s late, you’re already half asleep, and he’s holding you tight against his warm, warm chest. his voice is a devilish whisper in your ear. a challenge. a plea.

you rise on your elbow and turn to look at him. words fail you, and very intelligently, you say:

“huh?”

you think you see the ghost of a smile gracing his lips, and you would be overjoyed if he hadn’t just suggested actual murder in the most serious tone you’ve ever heard from him.

“you heard me,” he murmurs.

oh, you heard him.

“who do you want to kill?” you ask, but you know the answer. damn it, you know the answer.

suguru’s no stranger to killing, to death – to dying. kill them all, he said. kill them all…

what you want to know isn’t who. what you want to know is if he’s willing to say it out loud, in front of you. right to your face. he hasn’t been the same. you saw.

“the non-sorcerers.”

he says it like it’s an insult, like the very idea of them is appalling.

“what?” you scoff, disbelieving yet somehow not surprised. “what’s the point of that?”

“what’s the point?” he too rises on his elbow. you’re no longer looking down at him, you’re forced to tilt your chain and look up. it’s uncomfortable; it’s always like that with him. why would sharing a bed be any different?

“the point,” suguru starts again, and the emptiness, the raw coldness of his voice paralyzes you, “is to stop sorcerers from dying.”

“so you want to prevent deaths by causing deaths?”

it doesn’t make sense to you, what he’s saying. he who was so hellbent on ‘protecting the weak’– where has he gone? what is he doing?

“these… they’re the reason we’re dying. all i want is our survival.”

he’s looking at you, but it almost feels like he’s piercing right through, digging through the tender flesh to try and touch your heart itself. is he trying to convince you?

“suguru,” you sigh and sit up, rubbing your eyes – stalling for time, “do you really want to have this conversation now?”

he follows. once again, your chin tilts up so can look him in the eye. “now’s as good a time as any,” is what he tells you in reply.

you’re about to reprimand him, to demand he elaborates, because you’re really just in the dark here – but he does so on his own.

“why should we suffer so they can prosper? why do we have to die while they thrive and multiply?”

“they can’t defend themselves against curses, suguru–“

“curses that they create, curses that we have to eradicate at any cost,” he breathes and his voice breaks. you know exactly what he’s talking about. who he’s talking about.

you can almost see it: the mountain of bodies the school is built on. you can almost taste it – the blood on their hands.

but this isn’t the way, you know it.

“they’re killing us,” suguru says, and you know he’s talking about non-sorcerers, but that isn’t who you’re thinking of.

“curses are killing us, suguru.”

“curses born from non-sorcerers.”

“non-sorcerers don’t even know that they’re–“

“even worse,” he snaps, eyes hardening in a way you’re not sure you’ve seen before. “they get to remain blissfully ignorant while we’re dropping like flies.”

“and what about the non-sorcerers who die? those we can’t save?”

it’s getting harder and harder to keep your voice down – it’s still the middle of the night, and you really don’t want to wake satoru , or he’ll get pissy and bother you all day.. you pause and take a deep, cooling breath.

a cloud passes, and the shadow settles on suguru’s face. his eyes are hidden, his lips shine in the moonlight.

“think about it,” you pick up right where you left off, at a more acceptable volume. “think about all of those who had to die confused and terrified because they simply had no idea of what was happening. they’re people, too.”

“you’re right,” he whispers, and for a moment you see the light return to his eyes. you see hope.

it’s extinguished just as quickly as it’s appeared.

“you’re right,” he says again, “they get to be people, but we’re just the meat shields that stand between them and oblivion.”

you feel your face fall and watch as suguru’s does the exact same, mirroring your expression perfectly. is he sad that you’re upset? you have every right to be upset. he’s so cold. so empty.

he isn’t listening. you can’t reach him. your words can’t touch him.

“i’m sorry,” he starts again, “i didn’t… i didn’t mean to hurt you. i don’t think of you like that.”

you watch his hand rise and reach for your cheek, and you’re not sure where the urge comes from– something almost animal–

you flinch away from him, and something in his eyes breaks.

“let’s just go to sleep,” you rasp, hurriedly laying back down with your back to him. “you have a mission tomorrow, you need the rest.”

“don’t we deserve to live?” he asks. he sounds so fragile.

not like this, your mind screams. not like this.

“it’s jujutsu society that needs to change,” you breathe. “satoru has the right idea.”

“of course, gojo satoru is always right…” he’s so busy being petty, you wonder if he’s even processed what you said.

he’s quiet for a long moment after that. is he actually pondering on the idea?

“what we need,” he lets out with finality, “is to strike the evil at the source.”

you keep quiet. you feel him lay back down and slide under the covers. then you feel his fingers brush against your nape. you fall asleep to his voice saying: “i love you.”

what comes next is something completely unexpected. you never see him again.

keeping quiet didn’t help you keep him.

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gojocp · 8 months

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"now playing:.."

cw: fluff, angst(??) in itadori's part featuring: gojo satoru, geto suguru, megumi fushiguro, nanami kento, yuuji itadori

a/n: the way i literally deleted all of the fic and had to redo it. also has anyone read the webtoon 'weak hero' cuz im re-reading it and there are literally ZERO fics abt it. also pls lmk if u find any apocalypse-type jjk or aot fics. lmk how this is!! (i think i turned geto in another version of gojo, i literally cannot write for anyone but him its so sad. also i feel like megumi's made no sense LMAO)

GOJO SATORU: 'always forever' by cults. "you and me.. always, forever!! we could stay.. alone, together!!" ─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"hey, stop! get away suguru!" utahime shouts, running away from the 16 year old. "nope, sorry utahime! no tag-backs!!" he responds, slapping her back and running away.

"fine! screw you!" she shouts, running to haibara and tagging him quickly.

"haibara! get me!" yells suguru, waving his arms. "okay! if you say so!" haibara responds, doing as the upperclassmen says.

"thanks!" he smiles, making a bee-line towards utahime. "stop it! (y/n) help me, please! why aren't you two playing?" she yells.

"we're tired man.." satoru says, resting his head on yours as you lean against his shoulder, eating a popsicle.

"you were sitting there the whole time!" shoko exclaims. "you didn't even do anything." nanami agrees, having yet to be caught.

"if you need some shade you're free to join us." you say. "no thanks, we're actually getting excercise, unlike you guys. so lazy.." suguru responds.

"hey! stop ganging up on us! we'll sit if we want to! get lost!!" satoru shouts.

.・。.・゜✭・.

after 10 minutes of running around some more, the others decide to call it a day and take a seat in the shade of a seperate tree, not wanting to disturb the two of you. and not wanting to deal with satoru complaining.

"hey, this is nice y'know.." satoru starts, "just being alone together, while the others do their own thing. we should do this more often, just the two of us." he continues. "yeah, it's nice." you agree, looking up and placing a kiss on his jaw.

"hey! look at the sunset!" utahime exclaims, directing your attention away from your boyfriend for a moment. "oo, it's so pretty!" you gush.

"yeah," satoru agrees, looking at you. "it is pretty."

0:40 ——|———————— -3:20

GETO SUGURU: 'lovers rock' by tv girl. "and if you're too drunk to drive, and the music is right. she might let you stay, but just for the night" ─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

just like any teenager, suguru believes he can hold alcohol pretty well. he can't.

when shoko sneaks alcohol into the dorms, she convinces the 4 of you to try some. of course, satoru boasts about how well he can tolerate alcohol and challenges suguru to a 'drink off', as he says. after taking a few drinks from his glass, satoru is out cold. shoko decides to put the bottle away and take satoru to his room, leaving you with your drunk boyfriend to take care of.

"please get up, sugu. let me take you back to your room." you say, trying to convince him to get off your lap. "nahh, i'm good." he responds, slurring his words.

"okay fine, stay there then." you say, standing up and leaving him to lay on the floor. "wait-! where are you going? don't leave!" he exclaims, standing up too quickly. you move to catch him, swinging one of his arms over your shoulder to support his weight.

"back to your room, suguru," you respond, "that's where we're going."

"no! i don't wanna." he says stubbornly, wrapping his other arm around you. "wait- stop! we're gonna fall!" you shout. "then we can fall..!" he giggles.

"oh my god, you're so stubborn. i'm taking you to my room." you say, slightly agitated. "ooo, didn't know you were like that." he says, wriggling his eyebrows. 'kill me now.' you think, realizing your mistake, knowing he won't leave you alone about it.

"let's hurry to your room then." he says, leaving a sloppy kiss on your cheek.

you drag him to your room and drop him on the bed and head to the bathroom to do your skincare. when you come back, you find him staring at you, love prominent in his eyes.

"hey, cutie." he flirts with a grin on his lips. "shut up and go to bed." you respond.

"ow, so rude." he says, making himself comfortable under the covers.

"i love you.." he says, giving you a wet kiss on the cheek. "i love you too, go to sleep." you say, facing away from him. he wraps an arm around you and pulls you closer, kissing your nape a few times and snuggling into your neck.

"goodnight.." he mumbles, falling asleep soon after. "goodnight, sugu."

1:20 ————|—————— -3:20

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO: 'see you again' by tyler, the creator. "can i get a kiss? and can you make it last forever..." ─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

it's not often you and your friends get to hang out, often too busy with school work.

"wooo! i love the beach!" yuuji exclaims, chasing nobara as you all make your way to the sand. upon arriving, itadori quickly takes off his shoes and clothes, leaving him in his swimwear and runs into the water.

"guys!! (y/n)!! nobara!! megumi!! come swim!!" he exclaims, waving his arms. "coming!! wait up!" nobara says, running into the water.

after placing the towels and bags on the sand, you and megumi make your way to the water. "ugh! stop splashing me itadori!" nobara yells, splashing water back at itadori.

stepping into the water, megumi holds his hand out for you. "here." he says, offering you his hand. "thank you." you say, smiling at him. "eww! you guys are gross!" nobara says, splashing you with water as itadori joins in, splashing megumi.

"hey!" megumi scolds, throwing a beachball at itadori. "ow! what the hell?" itadori exclaims, as nobara laughs at him. "don't laugh, nobara!!"

"whatever.." she responds, splashing him again and swimming off. "get back here!" says itadori. "never!!" she retorts, getting splashed seconds later.

.・。.・゜✭・.

"oh god.. i'm so tired.." you say, heading back to the dorms. "i need a massage so bad." you continue. "i could give you one when we're back?" megumi offers, the others not being able to hear over their yells and shouts at each other. "i'd like that, thank you!" you beam, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

after changing your clothes, you lay down and megumi begins massaging the knots out of your back. letting out a sigh of pleasure, you say, "thank you, megumi.." you say, smiling softly. "anytime." he responds fondly.

after a bit of silence, megumi decides to break it. "you know, sometimes i wonder.." if you look both ways when you cross my mind. "yeah?" you urge him to continue. "no, nevermind.." he replies. "you sure?" you ask. "yeah." he says smiling. "okay.." you say, deciding not to push him.

"i'm done.." he says, moving away and tucking you in. "can i get a kiss?" you ask, as he starts to leave. and can you make it last forever? smiling, he walks over and places a soft kiss on your lips. "goodnight.." he says. "goodnight... i love you." you say, smiling up at him. "i love you too." he says, placing another kiss on your cheek and shutting the door behind him.

2:00 ——————|———— -3:20

NANAMI KENTO: 'for the first time' by mac de marco. "it's just like seeing her.. for the first time..again.." ─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

two weeks. it had been two weeks since kento had seen you face-to-face. having to go on a mission out of the country, he wasn't very fond of leaving you alone for a long time. and even though you reassured him over and over, saying "oh, i'll be fine!! don't worry," and "it's only two weeks.. you'll be back in no time." he still worried.

and after two dreadful and godawful (according to him) weeks, he was finally back in japan, handing in his report.

"alright, that's everything. you're free to leave." upon hearing those words, he rushed out and quickly headed home.

"kento?" you asked, when you heard the front door open. "i'm home." he said warmly, with a fond smile etched on his face. 'they're so beautiful, just like when we first met.' running up to him, you wrap your arms around his neck and give him a warm hug, asking "how are you?".

"i'm okay, how have you been?" he asks. "ehh, it's been the same." you respond. squeezes his arms around your waist tighter and places soft kisses on your face.

"what's gotten into you, kento?" you question, laughing softly. "i missed you." he states, placing a final kiss on your forehead. "i missed you too, dear. how about you shower and we can eat? i made your favourite." you say, smiling up at him. "okay.. wait for me, my love." he responds, leaving to go shower.

.・。.・゜✭・.

after eating, you both head to bed and lie down. wrapping your arms around kento, you rest your head on his shoulder and look up at him.

"i missed you kento.." you say sleepily. "i missed you too." he responds. "i love you.." you add, letting sleep engulf you. "i love you too." he whispers, while softly sleeping.

'it's just like seeing her for the first time.. again..'

2:40 ————————|—— -3:20

YUJI ITADORI: "i'll never smile again" by tommy dorsey. 'i'll never smile again...untill i smile at you' ─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

'how did this happen?' he thinks to himself. 'this was supposed to be a grade one curse, where the hell did the special grade come from?'

you and yuuji were paired up to travel to shibuya to excorsise a grade one curse. easy enough, right? WRONG!! like all missions in shibuya, something had to go wrong, and in this case, a special grade appeared. you both tried your best to excorsise it, but all your efforts were futile as you were knocked out, and the curse remained in the city.

it had been two hours since then, another sorceror was sent to excorsise the curse. but yuji didn't care, his partner was unconsious and greatly injured, for heavens sake! you had been impaled in the arm and legs and cursed buds were planted inside you, growing deeper and deeper the more you used cursed energy.

i mean, it was already bad enough that an s grade curse appeared, but know you can't even use cursed techniques? the 15 year old couldn't recall what he had done to deserve this, but that's because he didn't do anything. the world is just cruel.

he couldn't ever imagine smiling or being truly happy in a world without you. you were the love of his life. you were his everything. he couldn't lose you too.

'i'll never smile again, until i smile at you.' he thinks to himself. 'please.. whatever god is up there, please save my partner.. i'm begging you..'

love really is the most twisted curse of all.

3:20 ——————————| -3:20

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gojos-thot-patrol · 7 months

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soft launching a new AU right before kinktober, what could go wrong?

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Starring: An up and coming Suguru Geto, making his way in the punk scene

content warnings: None! Just an nsfw warning! Maybe a warning for toxic dynamics

Rockstar! Suguru, who only ever wanted to make music work as a career. He didn't care how or in what form, he just knew the only way he was going to be happy was if he was able to make music. It didn’t matter if that was in the form of his own band, as a ghost song writer, or producer, he didn’t care, as long as he was involved. Even if it was just him and his guitar alone forever, posting acoustic covers of Tool songs on YouTube. Plan B was to make plan A work.

Rockstar! Suguru, who even with all of that in mind, still didn’t think that the band he formed with his childhood friends their senior year of high school to go anywhere. Gojo was an okay singer, but made up for it with stage presence. Nanami was an amazing bassist, but looked more at home in a comic book store than a punk band. And Ryomen was made to be a drummer for a metal band, from the look to the aggression, but he wasn’t very technically skilled and- again- it was a punk band. Looking back now Suguru isn’t sure why he was so concerned with getting “the look” right, but, that's high school for you.

Rockstar! Suguru, who didn’t really see a future in his little hobby band until well into his sophomore year of college. When Gojo took some vocal lessons and unlocked a phenomenal voice, and Ryomen honed in on his natural skill to become truly skilled, and Suguru finally learned to write music the way he heard it in his head- in a way that finally complimented the lyrics he wrote. Nanami didn’t have to change, Nanami was perfect from the beginning. Though, Suguru did convince him to throw on some eyeliner before their shows as “warpaint.” It was only then he convinced himself there might be something here.

Rockstar! Suguru, who treated every show as if they had sold out Madison Square Garden, even if it was just a dingy bar show like it was tonight. Who went up on stage with his brothers and played with everything they had, treating every dead crowd as a challenge, and who almost always had them dancing before the end of the set. Gojos natural ability to handle a crowd helped no doubt, but even the best front man can’t get a crowd to mosh to shitty music. He knew they had to have something here.

Rockstar! Suguru, who spotted you pressed against the stage one night and almost missed a note. Fuck, you were pretty. Decked out in your finest punk attire to come and see his little band. The way you danced and swayed despite the crowd at your back, like no one could see. Something about it stuck in his mind like a song stuck on repeat. Your eyes met and he couldn’t help but grin, throwing his pick to you and swelling with pride when he saw you giddily show it to your best friend.

Rockstar! Suguru, who was playing for you and only you the rest of that set, whether you knew it or not.

Rockstar! Suguru, who went to help Choso run their merch table after the set, knowing it would be busy.

Rockstar! Suguru, who bulldozed Choso over when he noticed him helping you, taking his place to be your clerk instead. He couldn’t get over your smile, and how you giggled when you realized he was with the band. He felt way cooler than he should have when you thanked him for the guitar pic, and he got to pretend like it was no big deal. He wasn’t shocked to hear it was your first time seeing his band live, but it was a shock to hear it was your first concert ever. Period. He almost didn’t believe it.

Rockstar! Suguru, who tells you “You’re made for the scene Doll,” As he drops an extra shirt in your bag, as well as his number. He doesn’t think you’ll ever use it, but he knows if he doesn’t shoot his shot he was going to hate himself for it for the rest of his life. Better to try and to know then to not

Rockstar! Suguru, who is genuinely shocked when he gets a text from an unknown number the next day, thanking him for the extra shirt and praising his bands album.

Rockstar! Suguru, who wastes no time inviting you out to coffee with him, and is over the moon when you say yes. Even Gojos comment about “getting groupies” isn’t enough to bring him down from his high, though he does appreciate Ryomen punching Gojo on his behalf for it.

Rockstar! Suguru, who is taken aback by how quickly you connect. How similar your love of music and poetry is. He finds out your an artist and commissions you to design the next wave of band merch with out a second thought. Your art was amazing, having an excuse to keep you around was just an excellent bonus.

Rockstar! Suguru, who starts inviting you to every show he plays. He calls you his good luck charm, and says that every show is the best show as long as you're there

Rockstar! Suguru, who really invites you to every show because the post performance adrenaline always goes straight to his cock, and he'd much rather have you to sink into than some random groupie.

Rockstar! Suguru, who fucks you in the dirty bathroom at the basement show cause he physically can not wait to get you home- even when he should be helping his band members pack up

Rockstar! Suguru, who is guitarist with the fingers to show it. Who has to get you off on his hands at least once before he takes the stage. He says he plays better when he does.

Rockstar! Suguru, who's never been afraid to rut into you to the beat of his own music. Who fucked you in the back seat of his car the first time one of his songs came on the radio to celebrate

Rockstar! Suguru, who even if he won't admit you're his girlfriend won't let anyone else touch you.

Rockstar! Suguru, who makes an exception to the no touching rule for Gojo, because everyone knows the lead singer and the lead guitarist of a band share everything 💙💜

Rockstar! Suguru, who catches himself writing songs about you. He’s never written songs about anyone before.

Rockstar! Suguru, who calls you the moment his band gets their first real record deal, before he even calls his dad. Who is realizing this band thing doesn’t just have the potential to go somewhere, but is actually going somewhere. He actually has the chance to make it in the music world, and he wants to take you with him.

Rockstar! Suguru, who is going on his first tour soon, and is making you're you're going to come with him. He can't be on the road with out his good luck charm, right?

If you guys want more of this just let me know I will write more. ask me questions about him, make requests, this is all my brain will be thinking about for the foreseeable future 💜💜💜

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #suguru geto #geto x reader #suguru geto x reader #suguru geto headcanons #geto headcanons #rockstar!suguru geto #jjk rockstar au #suguru geto smut #geto smut #suguru geto x reader smut #geto x reader smut

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bluebeesknees · 17 days

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*squeezes suguru like a stressball*

#for you impatient bitches #here’s our beautiful princess with a disorder ú-ù #I want to put him in a jar and shake him #convince suguru challenge #convince geto challenge #sketch #wip #bluebeesart #my art #geto suguru #jujutsu kaisen #satosugu #jjk

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ddarker-dreams · 6 months

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aaa im so excited for golden girl!! the way you characterized gojo was so neat, im rly interested to also see your take on geto 👀 those two’s dynamic has so much to unpack, and im looking forward to everyone’s banter, your dialogue is always so fun and flows so well :D

i was also wondering if gg being gojo x f!reader x geto would be poly, or just both of them being interested in her? im excited either way!

READING THAT YOU'RE EXCITED FOR GOLDEN GIRL MADE ME HAPPY THANK YOU !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i absolutely cannot wait to share it, i've had so much fun working on it 🥺

i want to continue improving my gojo characterization, which is something that takes time... i'm okay with how it is right now, but i hope to add more nuance. i feel that some of the plot developments in gg will let me play around with that. the moral stance the MC has is rather idealistic at the start of the story, so we'll get to see how that holds up against gojo and geto's viewpoints (especially geto post star plasma arc).

gojo is going to help MC's expectations be more in line with reality and MC is going to challenge his ego some. unfortunately, MC's idealism won't be helping geto much. i want to flesh out why exactly geto underwent such a drastic shift a little more in-depth.

and i don't play on the story being poly, but it isn't much of a love triangle either?? gojo and geto are weird like that. if it was anyone else pining for MC, they'd be little fiends. the mutual respect they share in high school prevents this from being a point of contention. there isn't much jealousy. they're both kinda like "you've got nice taste."

this will change a liiiiiitttle bit for geto's villain arc. however, it's more so geto has some regrets about not being able to convince MC once he's an adult and y'know. has a fully developed prefrontal cortex going on. he feels bittersweet about the development of gojo and MC's romantic relationship.

#golden girl #answered #Anonymous

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todorokies · 8 months

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the ghost of you - suguru geto

contents: an attempt at angst, unrequited love, fem!reader, descriptions of sex but nothing too graphic

a/n: i wanted to challenge myself to write angst for the first time this is more of a experimental post … inspired by the song awkward by sza

suguru has experienced grief before. ventured through the treacherous journey of the five stages, the ghost of his past self during those times roam the halls within the back of his subconscious leaving imprints to remind himself a piece of that hurt still remains.

but how does one mourn a person that wasn’t dead in the first place? to deceive the mind that the person is no longer of the living for selfish desires.

he loathes himself for allowing you to leave permanent indents of your existence in his life, to mindlessly prance your way inside of his heart and obliviously crush every small blood vessel attached to the beating organ. but by all means, this isn’t entirely your fault.

he’s at fault for making something, that was strictly supposed to be nothing, into something. for accidentally making unprompted ‘i love you’s slip out when filling you up to the brim, for kissing your clit with such adoration the intensity in the room starts to suffocate you, for his mind plastering images of you on rotation like an infinite loop.

lipgloss stains on his mugs, trinkets scattered in different areas of his home, succulent plants residing at his bedside, a grocery list handcrafted by you sticked on the refrigerator, mailing boxes with your name on it addressed to his home.

you cherished his household by leaving traces of meaningful life, but you did not cherish him . . . at least not in the way he wanted you to.

he loathes you for your inconsistent schedule of swinging by. when the agreement was still fresh you strictly came by the daunting hours of twelve am then left at the brightest hour of six. eventually your hours intertwined with his like stubborn vines attached to a rose. you would visit at ten am and depart at eight pm, the restless days would soon overlap one another as you would later spend weeks within the same bed as one another.

you loathe yourself for idly watching suguru fall within the depths of self destruction in the hellfire that is called love, losing himself in a fantasy you accidentally created all because you couldn’t get enough of the serendipity he provided.

purposely tuning out the love confessions spewing from his lips as his face finds comfort in the crook of your neck hips thrusting at such a sensual pace that it made you want to curl up in a ball and repent your unlawfully sins.

you loathe him for falling in love with you who merely came to him for the purpose of unloading your stress but stayed for the comfort and irony. falling into a domestic routine with the man who was only present in your life to offer pleasure.

nonetheless, the deep loathe you both carry will seemingly gets lost in translation every time you crawl into his bed, every time he takes off your clothes and panties, every time he covers your body in lovebites to convince himself that you’re really his, every time you reach out for his hand to hold onto when you’re getting close to your high.

by morning the hatred has disintegrated; suguru will look at your naked skin with fondness, dazzling in the warm morning sun gently running his thumb along your cheek as if you were a fragile porcelain doll.

whereas, you look at him with a million thoughts running throughout your mind thinking of how to start the conversation about ending this one sided loveless ‘relationship’. because you both know this has gone on for far too long . . . but yet you never find the will to speak your mind.

reblogs & feedback is extremely appreciated !! <3

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sukunasun · 2 years

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geto's dick hits different

...because it’s not really about his dick. and you don’t mean to put anatomical specifics aside. you’d be lying if you said his body was overlooked. statuesque, flaws few and far between, but he’s taught you better, shown you better. why fuss over menial things—length, girth, trimmed or bare. since when had the size of his feet or the gap amidst thumb and index finger matter when he knows there are so many other ways of pleasing you, feeling it settle bone-deep, and making it last for hours, soul ripping from his body, from yours—he isn’t that shallow.

“size doesn't matter,” he shrugs, nonchalant and so self-assured, stubbing his cigarette out. you raise an eyebrow at how peculiar it was, most men wouldn't hesitate to boast. it makes sense if geto were hiding something you think. maybe he's just...smaller than average? even then, you don't agree with him on the sentiment, not until he’s convinced you of that belief.

but he takes you up on that challenge, call it a ritual of sorts, one he's ready to share with you when he knows he's about to ruin every other guy out there...and he doesn't even need to lay a finger on you to do so. "touch yourself," he tells you over the phone that night. which is confusing at first because he'd deliberately excluded the part about doing it over a call. but you’ll find out why eventually, because what he doesn't leave out are the details; almost as if he were right there with you the way he describes it all, praises you, teases you, his imagination running wild. who knew really, that suguru's voice was enough to raise goosebumps over your skin, heat dipping low in your belly when he utters your name. a shock jolting up your spine when his voice gets all low and growly –"don't stop, let me hear it," and you give in, letting him hear the slick, wet sounds echoing along vibrations, next to your short gasps and breathy whines, 'please, please, please,' you beg, and he curls his finger through the telephone wire, "go ahead, make a mess for me," he says, and it's enough to send you over the edge. a smile you can't see on your end but you hear it when he hums to himself, self satisfied and so very pleased.

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this man's energy is unmatched, exuding something you can't put your finger on..."a certain je ne sais quoi?" he offers, he'd never cared for the french language and he won't start now. but given that he's paid for the suite and is dying to do that thing where he pretends to be a waiter and does dom perignon body shots off you, wetting you down with only the finest and then licking and kissing it off your skin, he'll play into the fantasy.

so specific in his tastes; what he finds erotic and stimulating is never vague or typical. the freak levels are through the roof. "indulge me," he says when you're in the middle of washing the dishes. with lips pressed to your ear, he gently nips at the shell, waiting to feel the blood rushing there. you think, he's just in another one of his moods, but this time with a little more urgency as he slips something into the palm of your hand. cool to the touch, it's shaped into a perfect circle, the gold has a nice warmth to it. a cock ring isn't anything novel given that he’s asked, demanded, for the unfamiliar and unconventional before, but it definitely isn’t the kind of thing that you would agree to in an instant, just taking precaution, well, one of you has to. "isn't it pretty?" he says it to convince you, but he's so smug about it, like he knows you're not going to deny him. or maybe it's your eagerness that gives it away, so willing to accept his persuasive ways, slowly but surely, losing to the shape of him.

hardening shaft fisted in his large hands, can’t help the groan he lets out when his red-tipped fingers curl around, the same red that blooms across his chest, heaving and hissing through gritted teeth. he’s stroking in a way he likes, one you know you could replicate if he’d just let you, “don’t be greedy,” he says, thumb pressing against the tip and it leaks, silvery-beaded and inviting you don’t think you could behave yourself. up, up, up it goes, he’s tense and panting, so desperate he’s almost contemplating on fucking his fist, because he can't seem to stop twitching at every little touch, at the way your breaths puff hot over it, bulging vein pulsing against a shining band of gold, resting your tongue there, where it counts, feeling it beat in tune with his pounding heart.

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a naked geto, above all else, is an intimate sight. in a bath with his head tilted back, steam wafting, damp hair and slow, lazy eyes that peek open. or in the mornings when the sheets are rustling under the weight of his body, tossing and turning, grumbling for you to close the curtains shut. his soft cock laying between his thighs, tucked under fabric, or hard and straining to get free. "fuck, you're huge," you say, in awe at the size of it when he's about to sheath himself inside you but not quite yet, because he's laid it atop your stomach, admiring the way it takes up more than half the expanse of space there.

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"what do you like?" he asks, and it takes you a second or two to process it. that you were so used to the same old things. whatever they wanted, whatever they could replicate from the videos. having to trade steady purposeful thrusts for jackhammering, pistoning into you without care, without prep, all for their own pleasure and never your own. how difficult it was, when asking for something different, something fun, new, creative, and maybe just a little bit dirty is too much to think about. and easing them into these things is not enough, they'd never be able to pull it off. not the sentimental roleplay or the dirty talk. no one fucks the way geto does, passionate and playful and you feel at the centre of his universe. when being loved by geto is to become his one obsession, that he understands your mind full and occupied with the nasty secrets, the ones you've been waiting to share, to put it into action.

you think maybe it's in what makes up geto as a person as opposed to his body. the way he stands, posture slouched and laidback, or stood tall and confident, looking down at greedy hands reaching for just the mere feel of his robes, to be blessed by this divine creature, curing broken hearts and healing wounded souls.

it doesn't do much for him, after all, adoration and fawning gets old when he's been so used to it. groupies and fanclubs dedicated to him, all the girls who could see curses and those who could not. but even so, its a bore. walking around thinking he's hot shit and knows it, it's why he's got that smirk plastered across his face, “you’re jealous,” he states, like it were so obvious. and you're uncertain if he's doing it to piss you off, if he's teasing you. how does he begin tell you it's because he finds you endearing. eyes going soft, seeing you angry and upset might just have the opposite effect on him.

you know this because it curves into something new then, just for you, sweet and bright like forbidden fruit. you really shouldn't want to pluck and cradle him in your hands, luring and tempting you with the beautiful face he wears, the corners lift, dimples hollowed right next to them, a smile that breaks every resolve you have, walls built so high and for what, “stop it, you infuriate me,” doesn't sound at all like a threat because he laughs and you swallow them down, tasting the inside of his mouth sweet with its ripeness.

or maybe it's that no one is as intense as he is. the kind of passion that is palpable, ravaging and ravishing...geto isn’t generous with his attention, his affection saved only for one he deems worthy to open up to. people can’t help but stare, to look twice. reluctantly turning their eyes away when it's too much. the way he holds you, claims you, geto's one and only. looks into your eyes while he's got you in missionary and buries himself in deeper. already so full, he stays there too. hips coming to a halt just to watch the crumbling expression on your face, shock and lust and submission, blending into one another, turning into something only he gets to see, your pupils blown wide, breaths coming short, the words get lost on your tongue when he looks at you, through you. go ahead, say you love him, he's waiting for it...

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romanceisdeadbutimnot · 5 months

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I guess I maybe had a couple expectations

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Summary

When a spring dance is announced for campus everyone collectively agrees that Gojo will be crowned King of the Night. So why are rumors going around that you’ll be queen? And why is everyone convinced that you and Gojo are going together?

In which Gojo ropes you into being his fake dance date without your permission and then promptly falls in love

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4- I guess I thought that prom was gonna be fun

Gojo watches your form disappear into the building, agony building in his chest.

Fuck.

He was going to have to ask Shoko how to talk to women.

He was not going to ask Shoko how to talk to women. He’d never live that down.

It wasn’t his fault. He reasoned with himself the entire ride home. He only made up that you had asked him to the dance because he wanted everyone to leave him alone, and your little crush on him was cute. He wasn’t into you, not then anyway, but he enjoyed your presence far more than he had any of his previous girlfriends. He only invited you out to go dress shopping because Geto bet you would reject him. Geto was so confident that your disdain for Gojo would outweigh whatever puppy crush you had. And Gojo, he just had to prove him wrong.

So he took you shopping, he enjoyed your company more than he’d like to admit. You had this look about you, this knowing glance that you’d give him, like you could read his mind. So he thought he’d have fun with you, just for a little bit. But meeting his mother. Meeting his mother was a mistake. You weren’t supposed to see him so vulnerable, so weak. You weren’t supposed to defend him, so fearlessly, so recklessly. And your hand, it wasn’t supposed to be so warm in his own.

Okay, so what, he reasoned. He developed a small crush on you. So he did what he always did when he was interested in someone. He followed you around wooing you. A fool proof plan really, get into a relationship with you, get dumped (eventually like he always does), and forget you ever existed. It was a fool proof plan, until he realized how much he actually liked you. And oh, there was so much to like about you. The way you gave him pointed glares, the way you’d scrunch your nose and squint your eyes, the cherry red blush on your cheeks. He loved how you smelled, like jasmine and marigold, and the way you challenged him at every opportunity. So he panicked. He didn’t know what to do, how to court you properly and so he panicked. Very uncharacteristic of him, but he panicked and bought you gifts. Girls like getting gifts, didn’t they? Sure he may have gone a bit overboard, but he was Gojo fucking Satoru, and who was he if not a bit much.

Still. It seemed like you didn’t quite enjoy the gifts as much as he imagined. Instead you seemed rather flustered and off put, which was dreadfully endearing in its own way. But you didn’t immediately jump into his arms and kiss him like he had thought. Besides it didn’t matter anyway, you were going with him to the banquet. He’d have plenty of time there to show you what a good boyfriend he could be. That’s where it all went awry. Apparently, being a good boyfriend was a lot harder than being a good fuck. He just wanted to kiss you, to be near you, but you were so defensive, and the bonus of pissing off his mom was too good to pass up. So he kissed you, and pissed off his mom. He knew by the half lidded look you had given him, the way he could feel your heart pounding against him, that you had liked the kiss. He was a great kisser, after all.

So, why did you look at him with such disdainful eyes? You liked him, that much he was sure of, yet you seemed to abhor when he paid you any attention romantically. It made no sense to him. How could you like him, and hate him at the same time? It was plain as day how flustered you were, how you’d always protest in his hold, but never make any real move to distance yourself, how you always looked to him in a crowd, how you stood closer to him than you did anyone else in class, you liked him, he knew you liked him. So why? Why did you cry such angry tears when he was trying to give you everything you asked for.

Somewhere he knew deep down, that it was his fault. Somewhere along the way you decided that he couldn’t be trusted. That was why you gave him such a pitiful look. It was because you wanted more than anything for any of his flirting to be true, but you would never believe it was. He knew he should apologize, but he was bad at them. He hoped that if he gave you the weekend to cool down, everything would go back to normal. He could continue flirting with you, and you’d continue rejecting him like always. He could be okay with that. He could live with that, couldn’t he?

The next morning, you grabbed three random bags, and headed to your friend's cluster. Anne, Aliyah, and Wen. They regarded you with strange looks, as you burst in carrying two Dior and one Kate Spades bags into their living room, looking like a hot mess -not even bothering to change out of the golden dress, and holding Hermes purse, since it already had your wallet.

“Did you finally have a psychotic break?” Wen asks. Anne hands Aliyah a five dollar bill, indicating that somewhere along the way they had made a bet about you.

“Gojo is an ass.” You hold up a finger to halt their impending protests. “Before you ask, he bought these, and I have a shit ton more just lying in my room. So don’t feel bad.” You sigh, setting the bags on the table and collapsing onto one of the couches.

“What did he do wrong? I thought the two of you weren’t dating?” Anne asks.

“He kissed me!” You throw your hands into the air.

“How’s that a bad thing? You’ve wanted him to kiss you since freshman year,” Aliyah pipes in, inspecting one of the Dior bags.

“Because! He kissed me, then told me it was only to piss off his mom, ugh,” you groan, rubbing your hands over your eyes.

“Oh,” Wen pats your shoulder affectionately.

“Yeah oh, he’s been playing with me this whole time and I’m a fool because I knew that and I still fell for it.” You wouldn’t be lying when you said you wanted the world to swallow you up whole.

“Don’t feel bad babes, tons of people would have a hard time staying cold hearted if a man that gorgeous was doting on them.” Aliyah attempts to cheer you up.

“Yeah don’t feel bad, Gojo is like totally hot and really charming.” Wen pipes in. “It’s not your fault, he’s a pro at this.”

“Let’s forget him. He’s an ass anyway.” Anne smiles, grabbing her car keys from the wall. “Let’s get overpriced coffee and blast music.”

It worked. You were able to forget Gojo, at least for the weekend. But when Monday rolled around, you couldn’t avoid him forever. To your absolute detriment, (you had arrived just as the class starts in hopes that you could avoid sitting next to Gojo), the only seat visibly open was the one right at the front. It was right between Gojo and his best friend Geto.

“Fuck me,” you groan, setting your notes for class on the table.

“Happily if you decide you’re done with the tomcat,” Geto snickers next to you. Gojo gasps, grabbing the bottom of your seat and dragging it closer to his own. Closer so that it would be so delightfully easy to wrap you into his arms. Which he does.

“You can’t steal my girl that’s bad form,” he sticks his tongue out at Geto who sticks his tongue out right back.

“That would imply that I’m your girl Gojo, and I’m not,” you elbow him in the ribs, struggling harder than you’ve done in the past to break free from his hold. “And to reply to you Geto, never in a million years if this is the company you keep.” There’s venom in your voice, Gojo heard it, Geto heard it.

He lets you go, watching as you scoot your chair back to the middle, maybe just a tad closer to Geto than Gojo, and promptly ignore the two of them. There was no blush on your cheeks, no hidden smiles.

‘You fucked up,’ Geto mouths to him, across from you.

‘I’m fixing it,’ he mouths back, flipping his friend off. He was fixing it, or at least he was going to try.

Lunch rolled around. You had done your best to ignore Gojo all through class, and nearly ran from the room the second class was over. You entered the cafeteria only to find Gojo’s eyes immediately trained upon yours. He perks up, moving to stand and bickering with Shoko who’s turned around and trained her eyes on you as well. Okay so no lunch today. It didn’t bother you too much, this wouldn’t be the first nor last meal skipped. You exit the cafeteria with haste, heading instead to the student activities office where you could hide. That was mostly a success until he caught you trying to study later in one of the several nooks across campus later that afternoon.

He beams at you as he jogs over. You quickly as you can try to shove everything on the desk into your backpack, but it’s too late. He descends upon you like the morning sun, shoveling you into the booth as he moves to sit next to you.

Damn. Trapped.

“Gojo, can’t you see I’m trying to ignore you,” you glare.

“Oh no I can see you’re trying to ignore me, that’s exactly why I’m here,” he tells you with a grin, rifling around in his own backpack.

“Oh perfect, what an excellent plan,” you roll your eyes, debating on whether you should climb over or under the table to escape.

“That’s what I thought!” He exclaims excitedly, before pausing. “You’re not being sarcastic are you?” You give him a pointed look. He relents, finally finding whatever it was in his backpack.

“I brought you a sandwich because you ran away from me at lunch.” He pulls the sandwich out. It was your favorite. It’s followed by a bag of gummy bears, a bag of pink marshmallows in the shape of hearts, a couple zebra cakes, and a handful of jolly ranchers.

“Thank you but I’m not-“ you were going to say you’re not hungry, but as you say it your stomach rumbles loudly. Gojo looks at you, a self satisfied smirk on his face.

“What was that?” He asks.

“Shut up and eat your candy,” you grab the sandwich secretly happy to have something to eat.

“Okay,” he grins at you, a wicked and contagious grin. God he was so gorgeous it was unfair. You try your hardest to not smile back, to ignore the way your heart fluttered when he smiled at you, to forget the way he kissed you, the feeling of earth that blossomed all over your chest.

He pops a marshmallow in his mouth, chewing rather loudly -on purpose- you assumed. You roll your eyes doing your best to ignore him. What would you even say? That you were mad at him? That you weren’t going to the dance? That you hadn’t even opened the rest of the gifts you’d dumped in your room.

You ate in silence. Gojo started talking about some pastry store in Paris that had the most delectable marshmallow cream puffs, you mostly tried to tune him out, but it was hard. You kept thinking of your kiss, how warm his hands felt on your thigh, how soft his lips were, how he tasted like the chocolate covered strawberries he was feasting on earlier that night. With him acting so normal so non-flirtatiously it was hard to remember how mad you were.

You hear the loud ‘mwah’ before you feel his lips pressed against your cheek. Even though you despise it, your cheeks still grow red. You try to play it off.

“Don’t kiss me.” You turn to glare at him, but turn away just as quickly. He was looking at you with rapture, the bright blues of his eyes piercing through your very soul, as if he could see through you. The small satisfied smile on his face.

“I had to do something to get your attention out of your thoughts,” he tells you laughing. You open your mouth to protest his methods but as you do he presses a marshmallow between your lips. You nearly choke on the sweet before glaring at the offender. You chew, begrudgingly, glaring into his eyes. He looks at you pleased. You open your mouth again, clearly having learned nothing from the first time, and he places the zebra cake against your lips. You refuse to open your mouth further, locked in a silent battle, until he adds more pressure, beginning to crumble the cake against your face, smearing frosting against your lips. You swat his hand away annoyed, before as gracefully as you can manage after getting a cake smeared in your face, eating the damn pastry.

“Good I was worried you were gonna starve yourself in pursuit of avoiding me. Can’t have your ass getting flat, and your boo-“ Gojo begins before you cut him off with a slap to his arm.

“Could you bring your mind from the gutter for one minute? I was almost beginning to enjoy your company,” you chastise. That has him shutting up quickly as he locks his lips with an imaginary key for good measure. “Now leave, I'm trying to study.” And despite all odds he actually listens, packing up his candies and leaving the second zebra cake in case you were still hungry.

The rest of the week goes something like that. You try your best to avoid Gojo, and maintain your anger. He finds you, and makes it really difficult to even imagine that you could’ve been so mad just days before. You wouldn’t say that he wasn’t annoying or pushy, but he seemed to have a sixth sense of what lines to cross, and which to stay behind. Was he touchy? Yes, but they were mostly friendly, aside from the occasional kiss on the cheek, or the forehead or the hand. It was hard to stay mad, when he looked at you like the universe was unfolding in your eyes. You had never seen him with such an expression, not with any of his previous lovers, not even with Geto. It was flattering, it was intoxicating, it was down right addicting, and that was bad for your health. It was bad how high he lifted you, boosted your ego at every opportunity, while somehow keeping it light and teasing.

If you were screwed before, you were definitely screwed now. You were holding your own, at least in front of him. At night, his sunglasses that sat on your desk, the ones you kept forgetting to grab to return, taunted you. Your dreamers were haunted by a blue eyed white haired ghost. It was utterly infuriating, but you were managing. Keeping him at a friendly distance. It wasn’t until Sunday night, that your resolve finally broke.

“Come on girl, it’ll be fun and help you get over Gojo. He’s sticking around like a bad cold, and that’s not good for you,” Aliyah begs you, already dressed to the nines in clubbing attire.

“On Sunday night? I don’t think so,” you smile at her, amused but confident in your decision. Wen was rifling through your, still unopened bags, doing a poor job of masking her excitement and shock. She wasn’t the one you needed to worry about though. It was Anne, because she had the look in her eye. The look that you knew was going to destroy your whole plan.

“You promised me on my birthday when you ditched us to study for that exam, that I could have one free pass, as long as you didn’t have an exam the next day. And news flash you don’t have an exam Monday. You have to go!” She was looking at you with pleading eyes.

“Besides, you have the perfect outfit right here!” Wen pulls out a sexy silky black dress. It looked short, and skin tight, and very expensive.

“I don’t know guys.” You try to plead your case.

So it wasn’t technically your doing, you liked a good party every now and again, but you weren’t feeling it tonight. The glaring lights, the loud reverberating music, the stench of alcohol and the smoky haze all seemed more headache inducing than fun. You friends were well on their way to becoming tipsy. You had had a drink or two, and were starting to feel the effects. Not enough to get you in the mood, but just enough that it was hard to emotionally regulate.

You were trying to have fun, you really were. You were dressed up, all hot and sexy, in the expensive little black dress. One that Gojo had bought. You were kinda miffed at how good you looked in it. Yet despite all that, you weren’t having a good time. You were annoyed and grumpy. It seemed like the more you wanted to have fun, the more upset you were. You wanted to be having a good time like Wen who was making out with a smokin hot woman at the bar, or Aliyah who was dancing and grinding with strangers on the dance floor. Anne was doing her best to get you in the mood, pointing off your potential suitors and fending off her own. You could tell though that your bad mood was dragging her own fun down. As much as you thought it might be fun to flirt with random strangers and grind the night away, you just weren’t feeling it. They didn’t fit your standards, everyone seemed lecherous and greasy and foolish. Since you weren’t feeling it, you weren’t feeling confident, and the lack of confidence led to an increased lack of interest in you. Something that stung considering it rubbed salt in the wound of you believing Gojo was only messing around. If you weren’t pulling more than 5/10 how was the 10/10 even remotely attracted to you. The revolution only soured your mood more.

Eventually you decide not to waste anymore of Anne’s time citing that you were gonna call and Uber and head home. You promised you’d be safe, and text her the car plate and when you get back. With that you were off, weaving your way through the club, looking back to see Anne joining a rowdy and eccentricity dressed group of individuals on the dance floor, smiling and laughing with the biggest grin on her face. You were happy she was enjoying herself now, and happy that you were leaving instead of bringing the whole mood down.

By the time you make it out of the club you’re more than ready to be back in bed. Instead you were standing in the pouring rain, trying to order an Uber while the cars kept canceling. It was more than frustrating, you were just about ready to say fuck it and cry while walking back home.

For the last 45 minutes Gojo had been sitting in his car, outside of the club, willing himself to go inside. Usually it was completely his scene, plenty of people to flirt with, plenty of alcohol, and zero responsibilities. The whole reason he had decided to go out in the first place was to convince himself that whatever infatuation he had with you, that it was just that. Over the week he had begun to realize that whatever crush he had on you was starting to get really serious, a little too serious if you asked him. If he thought he was panicking before, he was certainly freaking out now.

So he was going to get wasted, flirt with people, and have a one night stand. He was desperately trying to convince himself that the feelings he held for you weren’t real feelings and that you were just filling the gap like so many had before you. So he was going to go drinking and clubbing without worrying about what you were doing knowing that his actions could and would hurt you. It was a genius plan by all accounts, and after banging some hot chic he’d certainly realize how little you actually mattered.

It was going to work, his plan was destined to work. Except- he couldn’t get himself to actually go into the club. Every time he thought about leaving the car he’d get such an intense bout of nausea he thought he was dying. The pain he felt in his chest had him googling heart attack symptoms with the ambulance on speed dial. Maybe he ate something bad, or he was coming down with some strange cold. It didn’t strike him til about the 35 minute mark that what he was feeling was guilt for treating you thoughtlessly. Even considering going out and flirting with anyone other than you was gut wrenching.

If that revelation wasn’t bad enough, it had started to rain. It was absolutely pouring, enough that it was starting to get hard to see out of his windshield. He was just about to leave when he sees you exit the club, looking worse for wear standing in the rain. He watches you for a moment, apprehensively, as if you were a figment of his imagination, a hallucination brought on by his realization of how deep his feelings for you ran. Especially because you were in the little black dress he had bought, especially because even with your hair in sopping ringlets around your face you looked more beautiful than any model he had ever seen.

After about ten minutes of you standing in the rain, he sees you turn and begin walking toward campus. It’s like something in him snapped, and before he’s thinking properly (about how he could’ve driven to you, or grabbed the umbrella under his back seat) he’s out of his car and running toward you in the rain.

At first you think Gojo’s voice is a hallucination in your brain. After feeling practically unfuckable, bringing the whole mood of the party down, and getting drenched in water while the immediate area became a Uber desert he was there to taunt you. Except he wasn’t. He was real, wearing a really wet white button down with white pants, running toward you in the rain. You can barely make out his car behind him, the headlights refracting through the rain. An angel. He looks like an angel, the light casting a brilliant halo behind him, his eyes piercing even in the rain, porcelain skin dewey and bright. Oh, oh, you could fall just like that. When he reaches you, he towers of your form, eyes searching and scanning, noticing every twitch of your hand, every flutter of every eyelash, how the water cascaded around your body. He was looking at you like you were art, like he was enraptured with your entire being, every angle, every side, every emotion, each hidden meaning and knowing glance. And maybe it was the shitty day, or the rain, or the week, or everything that you were going through, maybe it was the club, or how he looked at you, but you threw yourself into his arms.

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