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baby trapping - (vol. 2) suguru geto & satoru gojo

rating: e (18+) reader: f summary: being in the presence of two of the most powerful sorcerers in japan and quite possibly the world left you feeling small. a small time curse wielder known mostly for using a small rapier full of cursed energy. you fought almost with a dance like stance, it was like watching a beautiful performance as you slashed your way to victory. to geto and gojo, you were their little doll. tags: baby trapping, smut, multiple sex scenes, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, dirty dirty stuff a/n: if have any other characters to add to the baby trapping collection, please check my pinned post and suggest your own! U・x・U

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being in the presence of two of the most powerful sorcerers in japan and quite possibly the world left you feeling small. a small time curse wielder known mostly for using a small rapier full of cursed energy. you fought almost with a dance like stance, it was like watching a beautiful performance as you slashed your way to victory.

to geto and gojo, you were their little doll. a little ballerina in a jewellery box that did a small dance when you opened it. oh how they adored you, so small compared to them. geto once joked that handling you was like handling a sparrow, grab on a little too tight and he’ll break your delicate little wings.

and as much as you puffed out your chest telling them that you weren’t some weak little thing, you could never beat just one of them in a fight. you always ended up on your knees or on your back with one of your lovers over top of you, lavishly making out with you. the thrill of the fight causing tightness in their pants.

the three of you lived in a large home out in the country, as much as it annoyed you to be away from tokyo. but you found small pleasures in your large garden out back. you always wondered why the three of you needed so many bedrooms if the three of you slept in the main one.

“why not?” gojo asked as he cupped your face, smiling down at you, “guests, friends, family.” his smile grew. what was he talking about, none of you had family.

the snow was starting to come down in late november. the flurries stuck to the fallen leaves of the garden, that was when the sex got a little rougher. both had their sadistic streaks in them, as much as they showered you in affection they also used and abused your poor pussy. fingers, tongues, toys, and large cocks all found home in your wetness.

gojo had gone to the city which left you and geto alone. you whined that you wanted to protect the city but geto looked at you and implied that you didn’t want to spend time with him. and gave a soft frown.

“fine.” you said, “i’ll stay.” before you tightened the robe you wore and padded down to the kitchen to get some coffee. as you walked away you heard the two men murmur to each other, and felt their strong gaze on your back.

you watched the snowflakes fall as the coffee brewed. you heard gojo leave the house and soon geto was in the kitchen with you. his hand on your back as he leaned down to kiss you.

“staring at snowflakes, i see.” he said, his hand lingered down to your ass and gave it a good grope, “i was always more of a spring type of guy. renewal, life, birth.”

you snuggled up closer to him and leaned up for a kiss, “as much as I hate snow, i like when it’s all fallen and there’s that look of untouched snow.” you admitted, then letting out a small sound when his large hand squeezed your cheek.

just like you, geto thought. a virgin before the two men had their way with you that hot summer night after a round of drinking. in your small apartment, both men promising you to hide their little doll away. protecting you in their eyes.

geto flipped up the bottom of your robe and placed his large hand between your thighs, feeling your covered pussy. he smiled, eyes on the window as he continued to grope you.

“you know.” you said, looking to him, “if you want to have sex with me, suguru. ask me.” a smart woman you were, you’d make a fine mother by summer.

he huffed out a laugh and pulled you even closer to him, hand still on your ass, “well, will my fine love. my beloved, beautiful love. the most beautiful woman i have ever laid my eyes on, will she let me fuck her in our kitchen?” the corners of his mouth upturned.

you playfully shoved him, “okay, no need to over do it.” you undid the fasten of your robe and let it fall to the floor. there you stood in a sports bra and panties, a beautiful sight to your boyfriend.

he carefully pressed you up against the counter, face resting against the granite and your ass at perfect level for his cock. he pulled down your panties like he was unwrapping a christmas present and rubbed your ass before with his large hands spread your thighs.

“beautiful.” he dragged a finger across your pussy, feeling the wetness between your thighs. he brought the finger to his mouth and tasted your delightful wetness. “mmm.” he said, “perfect.”

“you better not cum in me as much last time, it got everywhere.” you remarked with your cheek against the counter and hands against the edge. you heard him chuckle behind you.

“i can’t help it, doll. you just bring something out in me.” he rubbed your lower back and smiled at your mostly nude form in front of him. he knew you were fine with both of them finishing inside of you.

you were on the pill for years now, but two months ago switched between gojo’s hand to geto’s then placed in the nightstand at your side of the bed. the sugar pills were good at faking as birth control, geto was surprised they even had the colouring of the pills right and the proper label on the box. he didn’t even want to know where gojo went to get this done.

it wasn’t like he was out of their little mission either, he wanted to see you round with his child as much as geto wanted to see you round with his. they wanted their little doll to be giving them children for a long time.

geto’s hand touched your stomach for a moment, open palm rubbing it which made you giggle a little. always the ticklish little thing. he placed one of his hands back on your hip as he pushed his cock inside of you, hearing the small groan and the tensing up of your pussy around his cock.

“relax, relax, baby girl.” he said softly, “it’s just me, you know this cock as well as you know your own body.” and groaned when you relaxed. he looked down at your body as he placed his other hand on your hip.

he started to push and pull against you, your noises were sweet and soft. it made him only harder. the prospect of you being with him and gojo forever because you’re having their babies made him aroused. the idea of breeding such a lovely sorcerer into a fine mother to create half a dozen even stronger curse users made him lick his lips.

you’d be theirs forever, out in the country. chasing around babies in diapers rather than curses. geto could almost imagine you waiting for them to come home with a nice round belly and a few young kids sporting either black or white hair.

geto was broken out of his train of thought when you started to moan his name and he picked up the pace. his grip tight on your hips, slamming his cock inside of you as he pushed deeper and deeper, he swore that his cock was bullying against your cervix. bruising it as a reminder of him.

yeah c’mon, mama, he thought to himself as he slammed himself further into you. feeling the slick wet sounds of your love making in the kitchen. the sound of the coffee machine went off.

“my coffee is going to get cold.” you whined.

“then cum faster and it’ll be lukewarm.” he panted as he started to go faster, moving your top half up and down the counter, the smell of sex and coffee wafted in the air. your noises got higher pitched, the noises of your body rubbing against the counter and slapping of bodies together.

“fucking beautiful.” he panted, “god you’re beautiful. that’s why gojo and i wanted you so badly. an angel come to earth just for us. you know we love you right?” he moaned as the curl of pleasure in his gut tightened.

“i know! i know you love me!” you whimpered as your legs shook from being up right and the crashing waves of pleasure beat down on you in a wet lust, your pussy slick allowing him to bully your deepest parts even harder. his grip tightened and you whined in lust at the pressure. even if they were rough when it came to sex, you took it like the champ you were.

geto’s pace remained brutal and every loud moan that left your lips was accompanied by a harsh groan from your lover. bodies hitting together in ecstasy as the two of you fucked like rabbits in your home.

“that’s it, doll. fuck, you’re so beautiful. god, you’re so tight. fuck.’ he cursed as he felt himself grow closer to his orgasm. and from the tight, wet heat engulfing his cock he knew you were getting close to.

you two continued to fuck in the kitchen, eventually geto having enough of the position and quickly pulling out and pulling you both down to the tiled floor where he sat you on his lap and started bouncing you on his cock lie a maniac.

your head thrown back as your hands reached for his shoulders as you bounced along, the position hitting even deeper. battering against your g-spot as your mouth hung open in a symphony of moans and whines.

“i love this.” you panted.

“and I love you.” he replied as he kissed your chest. his mouth found your nipple and started to suck on it as he continued to move you up and down. he found it cute that you tried to match his pace but failing to do so. don’t worry, let geto take care of it.

soon you were feeling the highs of pleasure, your rolled back along with your eyes as you remained almost like a perfect sex toy on his cock. letting his cock bruise and mix your insides up with every hard thrust. you moans filled the air as the air got hotter with your activities.

geto kept his eyes gazed up at you as he turned his attention to your other nipple, sucking and nipping on the skin. occasionally biting at the skin around it. leaving dark bruises that’ll last a few hours.

“beautiful, doll.” he growled as he panted against your sweaty flesh. with a few more hard thrusts up into you, you both came at the same time. the house echoed with the sound of your orgasmic moan.

he came as deep as he could inside of you and said a silent pray that it would take while you trembled like a leaf in post orgasmic bliss. he leaned his head down and softly kissed your stomach while you were riding out your high. he’ll take you every day if he had to until it took.

gojo got home mid afternoon, he found you and geto in bed. both naked after a few extra rounds in the softness of your king mattress. geto was awake and reading while you were fast asleep. cum and sweat drying on your naked body.

his hand in your hair, only pulling away to turn the page. his eyes met gojo’s when he entered the room. the dark haired man pulled off his blindfold, finally able to relax for the rest of the day.

the white haired man pulled off his shirt and changed into something more comfortable, grey sweats and fuzzy pink socks that you bought for him the last time you were in the city.

he went over to geto’s side of the bed and kissed him on the cheek before he reached out and brushed strands of hair out of your eyes. he could see the cum stain on the corner of your mouth. he said to the other man, “wrong hole.”

geto’s sharp eyes looked to the man, “i can’t have her catch on. the plan is to play it off like nothing has changed. if we keep filing her full of cum, she might notice.”

gojo chuckled quietly, “that means she has more than two brain cells to rub together. she still hasn’t caught on why we never bring her to tokyo anymore.”

geto’s gaze lingered to your sleeping form, “we didn’t keep her because she’s stupid you know. we could’ve brought any bimbo home with us if we flashed enough cash.”

“none of them were rapier wielders. we wanted a bride that would give us strong children. she’s strong, but a little dumb.” gojo corrected.

it took two extra days before gojo had a day off, and like a man with a mission he had ever intention of slicking your inside with cum. he wanted so much inside of you that a poke to your belly would make it gush out. he was gross like that. he wanted to know that every last drop was inside of you.

all the mini gojo’s were trying to fertilize those eggs of yours, if geto hadn’t already beaten him to it. but he wasn’t one to back down if the odds wee against him. so while you the three of you watched television, gojo rubbed your inner thigh.

he liked when you wore short shorts around the house, but with winter like a looming cloud, you opted for longer relaxing pants. the kind with the stretchy waist, the kind that were easier to get into.

your head rested on gojo’s shoulder as he slipped his hand into your pants. you let out a soft moan as his long fingers touched your clit. geto was on the other side of the couch fast asleep.

he played with your clit over your panties before he whispered, “why don’t you get on my cock. but be quiet, suguru needs his rest.” before he pressed down on your sensitive spot which made you squeak.

gojo loved the sight of you, so small next to him. a perfect woman for both him and geto. even if his lover had impregnated you already, he would just have his turn next. but he was certain that his swimmers were stronger than geto’s.

he couldn’t wait until your belly become round, your breasts tender and leaky and your growing reliance on the two men. waddling around the house, struggling to do things because you’re in such a fragile state. but don’t worry your little head, gojo and geto would take care of you.

after all, you were giving them the most precious gift of all.

he helped you get your sweatpants off, and smiled at the sweet pink panties you were wearing. he playfully ran his finger across your covered slit before with both hands he pulled the underwear down to your ankles, where you got them off onto the floor.

“oh my.” he said quietly, “so beautiful.” he could see your hard nipples through your thin t-shirt and pinched one which caused you to make a semi-loud noise which made him shush you.

slowly he got you onto his lap, and guided his cock through your wet folds, until you were seated on his cock. from his knowledge this was the second best position to breed someone. besides doggy, but he’ll get to that later.

you made a small noise and his large hand covered your mouth before he started to move his hips up inside of you. you tried to match his pace. unlike the coordinated movements of geto, gojo liked to throw you off with his thrusts. moving fast like a rabbit then slow down so you can feel every inch of his cock inside of you.

“i love you.” he said.

“i love you too.” your quiet voice muffled by his hand.

his pace was slow at first. rolling of his hips up inside of you. his cock prodding and poking your innards. nudging against your sweet spot that made feeble little noises exit your mouth.

“beautiful.” he admired as he watched your eyes glaze over in lust. he started to pick up the pace, the squeaking of the couch didn’t wake geto which only encouraged the white haired man to go faster.

geto let out a soft snore as you lifted your hips up and down on gojo’s cock. your hands on his shoulders for leverage as the dark haired man slept soundly beside the both of you.

gojo let go of your mouth and held onto your hips to get a better angle. your both bounced on the couch and you bit your bottom lip to be quiet before the white haired man left a searing kiss on your lips to keep you silent.no need for your needy, whorish noises to wake up the other man.

he had a mission to breed you, impregnate you. he often masturbated in the shower to the idea of you growing life. stoking your middle, being a good little wife to your two men. and becoming a protective mother for your children. you were the right woman for the role, no one else could have what you were getting.

for a moment gojo grabbed you by the middle and started to force you further onto his cock. his thumbs rubbed your side, his eyes gazed down at your middle. praying he was going to be the one to watch it stick out over time. watching your belly button pop and the smile when you felt a kick. not the mention your milky breasts. he was going to have his fair share once it came in.

he continued to fuck you, and quickly you had to cover your mouth with both hands as you came around his cock for the first time. making it more slick and easier to fuck you with. he chuckled quietly as when you pulled your hand away your mouth was hung open and saliva was collecting at the tip of your tongue, dripping down on your clothed breasts.

“that’s it, doll. feel it. like the feeling of my cock inside of you. yeah, i know you do.” his voices were harsh whispers as you continued to ride him you nodded as you breathing became heavy pants, your body moved on its own as you held onto him. the squeaking of the couch enthralled you as you bucked against him. your head felt fuzzy as you rode him.

you felt gojo’s gaze on you as your breasts jiggled in his face. he purred in delight like a cat that caught the canary. his hands went to your breasts and he added his own bites to the lingering ones that geto left.

“beautiful pair you have.” he remarked as he licked his top lip, “can’t get enough of you, doll.” deadly with a sword, but docile as a kitten in his lap. you were going to give him lovely babies. don’t worry, he’ll be your shadow if he has to. just don’t leave the house too often, him and geto will worry too much.

your movements continued until you were clutching onto him tightly, your face in his hair and your breasts in his face. he groaned at the feeling of softness against his cheeks.

your pants grew louder as you buckled your hips and slammed down on his cock. eyes rolled back as you covered your mouth again and orgasm with the same intensity as the first time. the clutch around gojo’s cock made fireworks go off in his brain.

oh, he thought, that felt good.

“i know you love me cock, i know it hits all the right places.” he purred a he watched you nod in orgasmic bliss. he knew how to pull your strings, it involved eight inches pushed inside of you. he might be a bit smaller than geto, but his thickness made up for that.

he watched your breasts bounced as you moved on your own accord, he sat back and let the wash of pleasure come over him before he was biting his lip trying to hold back a loud moan.

it wasn’t long before he was gripping his wrists behind his head, letting you ride him as he shot his seed inside of you. he bounced his hips up, pushing as far as it’ll go and praying the way that geto did that it took.

as he watched you slow down, he could see in your eyes that the wires in your brain weren’t crossing right in that moment. he smiled up at you, a glimmer in those blue eyes.

“ready for another round, doll?” he asked.

in your blissed out state, you did nothing with your tongue out but nod. gojo smirked to himself, you were a dumb whore. addicted to men stronger than you who will breed you like the good girl you were.

too good to be true.

geto’s eyes opened to the sight of gojo fucking you in front of the television. your figure illuminated by the brightness of the screen. he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and you looked at him with an embarrassed expression. (as if he didn’t fuck you in the kitchen only a few days ago).

he chuckled a little, “get a room you too. or at least, let me join.”

fo the rest of the afternoon a the snow piled outside your bedroom window, your body was shared between the two men. both driving their cocks deeper inside of you, in their own little competition to impregnate you without your knowledge.

by the time you passed out on the pillows with both men book ending you, their still hard cocks pressed against you soft form, you were finally and definitely pregnant. large hands rubbed circles on your back and stomach as you snoozed in bed.

you were bred, you were theirs. and there was no leaving.

it was now april, the snow had started to melt around the compound. gojo was sneaking through the house in search of his lovers. he could hear the thud of the bed near by but didn’t know which room they were in.

eventually he slid open one of the doors and found you and geto in bed. oh my, what a sight. a whorish sight to behold. there you were, working on geto’s cock with your hands on your swollen belly, breasts jiggling with the movement of your hips. geto was panting and you were letting out the sweetest moans. even at almost six months pregnant, you took their cocks like a champ and they adored their little pregnant doll in return.

“oh, suguru.” gojo said as he unzipped his pants, “you can’t keep hogging her, it’s not fair. i want to show my baby mama some love too. soon she’ll be too close to popping for us to have fun.” in his underwear he got on the bed behind you, both hands fondling your engorged tits. dribbles of pre-milk beaded at your dark nipples.

“don’t worry satoru. even if this baby is mine, we still have a whole house to fill with the best sorcerers in the world. all thanks to our little angel here.” he patted your baby bump before he leaned up and started to suck at your breasts, tongue tasting the creamy milk which made his cock twitch harder inside of you.

you let out a strong moan as you came for the second time with geto’s cock inside of you and the both men said in unison, “good girl.”

- xoxo, U・x・U

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Okay but like you guys know how Toji killed Riko Amanai because she was the star plasma vessel and he hates the Jujutsu world?

Imagine that after killing Riko and just narrowly escaping Gojo and Getou, promising to kill every Star plasma vessel just to spite them, he has a daughter- you, and its revealed that you're the next star plasma vessel, a perfect match for Tengen to merge with and prevent forced evolution, and now Gojo and Getou are sent put to capture you and bring you to Tengen.

And they go, not because they want to bring you to Tengen, but because they want to protect you from Toji, only to find out that you're his daughter that has him wrapped around her tiny finger and oh oh THE HYPOCRISY???? So as long as you're his daughter, TOJI WONT KILL THE STAR PLASMA VESSEL?????

Ans Toji's all like- "ohh you guys don't need to worry about Y/n, I'll take care if her and protect her from anyone and everyone. Yall better leave rn unless you want to have a horrible death." Meanwhile, toddler reader is just in her own little world as she's spinning around in circles because it's fun when the world is spinning and makes her stumble.

Anyways, Gojo and Getou don't believe him, and even if they did, they won't just let him go that easily because fuck that guy, he killed a teen and now has the gall to stand there like he didn't kill an innocent kid.

And Gojo is all like "fuck that, we gonna kill your kid too bitch." He's not, but he's gonna make sure Toji feels scared and doomed before dying.

Immediately, Toji has whipped out all of his weapons, pushing you behind him, and just then, out of thin air, the entire Zenin clan appears to Toji's aid because yes, they hate Toji too, but they adore you and they eint letting white haired bitcha and his emo Buddha bf take you.

As the battle begins, there's someone from the clan who's keeping you safe, moving you away from the battle ground so that you don't end up getting hit, and obviously, they put some headphones and sensory videos on their phone to keep you distracted from the fight. Meanwhile, there is absolute chaos on the field, Getou and Gojo being merciless as they kill one clan member after another.

Eventually, one of the attacks ends up blowing away your "bodyguard" and you're just there alone, unattended and unsupervised, so naturally, you look to the ground and see Gojo wielding Hollow Purple, and you don't know what that is except for a purple orb and since your dear uncle Naoya had been forcing you to take tutoring from the best teachers in tge world, you had learned color theory and immeadiately, without knowing the consequences of your actions, you throw out a yellow orb directly at the purple orb because you were taught in art class that "yellow cancels out purple", but now everyone is looking at you like "did a kid just- neutralise the most powerful Jujutsu technique???? Without so much as breaking a sweat?" And you're just giggling nd jumping up and down, calling out to Naoya "see uncle Naoya??? Those classes were not a waste of money!"

And that's when everyone noticed-

You're alone.

Naobito is immediately yelling at Toji to "collect your chaotic child before she reveals more of her powers and becomes everyone's target!" And Gojo is like "??? Um wtf?? Did a child just beat me???", while getou is springing into action to get his hands on you before Toji can.

Toji beats him to it, grabbing you with one hand while the other pulled out his sword. Getou summoned his own curses to help him attack Toji and simultaneously save you. As the two began fighting, Gojo sent another attack to Toji, who in an attempt to save you, shielded you with his body while taking the impact of hit.

As Toji was down, you were taken away from him by Getou, and while you didn't understand just what happened to your dad, you were becoming distressed as he didn't respond to you. And with your distress came a change in your cursed energy, which Getou recognised and he knew sooner or later, you will have an outburst of energy and hurt everyone in the process, because you're just a kid who doesn't how powerful she is.

So, yanking on Gojo's shoulders and telling him to leave the other members of the clan because they need to leave right now, the three of you teleported out of there.

Anyways, Gojo and Getou decide to take you in because there's no way they're giving you to Tengen, and taking you back to the Zenin clan was also out of the question, AND not to mention, they want to discover more about your cursed energy and help you control it. I mean, Getou wants to help you learn your powers and also give you a normal childhood, Gojo is slighted that he got beat by a child who didn't know what she was doing and he's low key concerned if you're gonna be a threat in the future. So... why not just take you in, and act like your parents because you're a gullible child who'll believe anything, and really has the attention span of a goldfish.

And at first, things were great because Gojo was like a chaotic parent who adored bullying you, while Getou was the calm and collected parent who helped you calm down as you swore you were gonna Hollow Purple Gojo if he kicks the back of your knees one more time. But everything changed when Getou parted ways with Gojo because he wanted to "kill humanity because they're all selfish and cruel🥰" and Gojo was like "babe, no, it's my job to be the sadistic one as a joke and you're the one who's supposed to laugh and say no, humans need us to protect them🥺" but Getou is like no, fuck that. And then Getou is like, well you can give Y/n to me because I love children and I love taking care of her, and Gojo is like "no." While holding a very struggling child that wants to scratch his face off, and Gojo only said no initially just so that there's something for Getou to come back. He knows how attached and fond Getou has grown over you. But Getou just sighs and goes "aight. Shared custody it is then. See you in 8 months, Y/n! Give your papa a kiss🥰" and you do.

And yeah, everyday since Getou departure, you can see the changes in Gojo's behaviour. It's not bad exactly, he's depressed for sure, and he's doubting his principles every step of the way, BUT he's kinder to you and to humans in general now. Meanwhile, whenever you do meet papa Getou, with Gojo's supervision cause my man doesn't trust Getou to not take you away and turn u into a killing machine, you can see the changes in Getou's personality too. He may still have that same kind, noble, shaman facade going on, but you see the way he looks down on the weak and on the non sorcerers. You see how he uses people as means to achieve his ultimate goal. Sure, you can also see that he still adores you, but you... dont know if you still love him with his view of the world.

Then one day, it happens. Gojo has finally killed Getou, not because of any ill intent, but because he simply threatened his students and the innocent people of Japan. And even though you knew this day wold eventually come, you still didn't forgive Gojo for a long time. You cried and fought against him, until Gojo had to eventually knock you out just so that your breakdown wouldn't unleash cursed energy and endanger everyone.

After Getou's death, Gojo's behaviour towards you and in general did a whole 180. He became the kinder, softer, gentle parent towards you. The empathetic teacher who pushed you but also consoled you when you failed, instead of the previous Gojo who would ridicule you for failing to master a technique.

Getou's death had definitely changed Gojo in other ways too. He had become more protective of you, always keeping you around because he couldn't bare the thought of losing someone else (Riko, Getou, etc). He keeps a close on you, watchubvvyour development and progress like a hawk because he knows you will soon be wanting to help him on missions, or worse, go solo. He doesn't want that, he can't have that. So the more you push Gojo to let you be independent, the more he tells you to sit down and practice more because you're just not ready yet.

Then one day, you reach your braking point and just- leave when Gojo is busy with his students. And this turned out to be a big mistake because the moment you had left Jujutsu High, it seemed like you were surrounded by thousands of enemies. Everyone wants to either kill you or capture you, and you don't even know why (because Gojo never revealed to you about your family or you being the star plasma vessel). Fortunately, you had trained enough to fight these assassins, and by the time you were done, you were tired and wanted to return back to Jujutsu High, but before you could, someone knocked you out.

When you woke up, you were lying in bed in a traditional Japanese home. Soon, a man with blonde hair came in, introducing himself as your uncle Naoya. He revealed who you were, how he was your family, how he saved you from Gojo, the man who stole you and killed his family members.

Of course, you call bs because why wouldn't you?? Naoya gives major prick vibes without trying so yeah, you didn't trust him at all. Then he pulled out pictures of you, of Toji and everyone else, and you vaguely remembered them, but not enough to believe him because Naoya could just be manipulating you to be compliant for human trafficking.

And then he takes you to another room, on the way you see a lot of other people who are looking at you fondly and have tears in their eyes, they seem like they want to say something or touch you, but Naoya glares at them to move away. Eventually, you reach a door and on opening it, you see a man sitting on a wheelchair, looking away from you.

"Who's that?" You asked as Naoya gently pushed you in. He walked towards the man, turning his wheelchair around and your breath hitched-

"Y/n, meet Toji, your-"

"Dad?" You whispered, recognising him as memories flashed through your mind. How- how could you have forgotten him all these years?

Tears began flowing down your face as you saw his miserable state- his face emotionless, the man was missing an arm, and he looked pale and weak.

"Gojo did this to him." Naoya began. "While your father was fighting, Gojo tried to purple Hollow you. But Toji took the hit instead, protecting you. He almost died that day, but with a little cursed energy, we were able to save him." He sighed, patting Toji's shoulder. "Unfortunately, he is paralysed. The cursed technique we tried to save him, has sent him into a vegetative state. He can't move, can't speak, doesn't even react."

More tears fell as you began questioning if Gojo really did this. Then again, if he was so innocent, why did he never tell you who your father really was.

"Why- why did you bring me here?" You asked.

Naoya scoffed. "Why wouldn't I? I had to save you from that monster. Look at what he did to your father! How could have I just leave you with him? You belong here, with your family, with your clan!"

"I cant- I can't stay here." You said, tearfully.

"Why not?"

"Because Gojo will find me. And when he does, he will hurt you all. I- I can't have that-" but Naoya pulled you into a hug as you began sobbing into his chest, heart heavy with guilt at the sight of your father.

"Shh, its okay. This is not your fault. You didn't do this, Gojo did. Which is precisely why you must stay here, with me and with your father. Besides, you don't need to worry about Gojo. I'm not a weak sorcerer, yknow? And not alone either. Plus, I remember you neutralising Gojo's attack pretty easily as a child. I'm sure you're better at it now. Obviously, not better than your uncle, I mean who are we kidding? No ones better than me-"

Yeah, you're remembering Naoya alright now.

Meanwhile, Gojo is losing his mind and is on a murder spree through Japan to find you. He doesn't even know who fucking took you, and Naoya may not be as strong as Gojo, he is pretty good at hiding, like a rat.

Besides, Gojo isn't the only who's looking for you.

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theanimeoftheblackbunnymask · 29 days

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Gojo and Geto College AU Imagine

Author's note: Trying to get used to writing for these characters again.

Warnings: Intoxication, Rape Implied, Blackmail, Yandereish Behavior, Corecion, Peer Pressure, and Gojo and Geto being assholes.

Imagine Gojo and Geto being the biggest manwhores in school.

Like, they're popular because they're in sports, in a frat, and extremely good looking, but they've pretty much fucked the entire cheer and volleyball team.

You knew better than to interact with them. Anyone who dated them rarely lasted a month, so why would you even bother.

Well, that was the case until last year. Your school was paying students to help with tutoring and you needed some extra cash, so you applied. But, much to your suprise, and horror, Gojo fucking Satoru was sitting at your fucking table. You pretty much wanted to walk out right then and there. You didn't want to admit it, but you've had a major crush on the duo for years, but you were doing everything you could to not get heart broken.

But, Gojo could sense you liked him. He could tell from the look in your eyes. So, anytime he'd get the chance, he'd tease you like crazy. Whispering in your ear, sitting extremely close to you, ghosting his hand over your arm, and so on. You're reactions were the cutest thing! You'd flinch in suprise whenever he touched your shoulder, your stuttering after he made a perverted joke, and your flustered face. Ugh, they were all just so fuckibg cute.

But, you were a no life. Had a few close friends, but you were far from entering the popular crowd.

Howver, that didn't matter to them. So, one day Gojo invites you to a frat party with him and Geto, and you wanted to refuse, having an off feeling about the whole ordeal, but the idea of getting into the spotlight and Gojo's manipulation, you agree to go.

The party was first time you ever met Geto, and he was a lot hotter up close than you thought. Unlike Gojo, Geto was a real charmer. He'd often compliment your outfit, and also comment about really unnoticeable details about your hair or your outfit.

After an hour into the party, Gojo comments on wanting to get some drinks. You weren't too sure about it, never having alcohol before, but the two men persisted.

After a few drinks, your mind started to become foggy and your memory became patchy. One minute you downing a shot, and the next moment, your head on Gojo's lap as Geto's head rested between your legs.

"Shhhh, it's ok princess/prince, we'll be gentle."

After those words left Geto's mouth, you felt your body curl up, but that's where your memory ends.

The next day, you woke up in your dorm, PJ'S on and everything, but you still had a rough idea of what happened. When it came to tutoring Gojo that day, you were quiet and barely bothered when reacting to him playful teases.

This went on for a week, but after a week, Gojo and Geto cornered you while on the way to class.

When you told them to leave you alone, you felt your body freeze as they showed you the pictures they took of you.

"If you don't want these getting out, let's make deal," Gojo said, scrolling through each and every picture.

"What is it?" You asked, voice cracking as your hands shook.

"If you let us fuck you, these will stay nice and safe on Satoru's phone, but, if not, the entire school will get to see what you were up to last week," Geto stated, leaning down to your level as he spoke. "Internship opportunities, Gone. Job opportunities, gone. No one would wanna hire a whore."

You were scared to say the least. Have your life ruined in a single clip, or swallow your dignity and give your body up to two popular assholes?

"...Ok."

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toji-bunny-girl · 2 years

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ANON asked: Can you do Yandere JJK boys (your choice) with a reader that gets jealous and starts clinging to them? Sorta set before the reader realizes that the boys are yanderes.

CHARACTERS: Gojo Satoru, Toji Fushiguro, Getou Suguru, Itadori Yuuji, Megumi Fushiguro

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔—

He’s so mean about it, teasing you after seeing your face all pouty and jealous until you’re regretting ever showing your jealousy out to him. He might seem fine and all, laughing and pointing at your reddened face but he swear he’s going to die by how hard his heart is thumping against his ribcage so much so that it hurts.

“Who is that woman?” he blinked, staring at you with his lips parted in a silent shock as your face flushed in embarrassment. His lips are quick to curve into a grin, and you could already imagine his eyes turning into crescents behind his blindfold before he let out a chuckle.

“Why is it that you wanna know?”

“I’m just curious.”

There’s a slight raise of his eyebrow as he only continued to stare at you. “Are you perhaps…” he bent his upper body down to your height, that shit–eating grin still on his face as he paused, “jealous?”

“N–No, I’m not!” you turned your eyes away, head following to the side as your face only continued to burn harder. What does he do, Gojo thought. You’re way too cute like this, pulling his heart in all messy directions until the only thing he can hear is his own heartbeats.

He’s only falling harder and harder for you at this point, heart leaping at your everything and anything until he doesn’t think he can handle it anymore—he doesn’t think you understand how much he loves you–how much he’s obsessed with you. But it doesn’t matter anyway, he’s going to make you understand that you’re his sooner or later no matter what.

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎—

It’s adorable, he thinks. You’re perfect enough as you are but with you acting jealous and grabbing his hand made his heart tug even more. It’s like seeing a little pup begging for some attention and Toji thinks it’s fucking adorable.

A smirk appeared on his lips the moment your eyes met his as you pulled his arm closer to your chest possessively. Toji could already smell your jealousy in the air, deep in his nose with the way you acted—so needy for both his affection and attention.

He’s not stupid of course, you’re only being like this because he was catching up with an old friend…he would used to sleep with. Of course he noticed the way you were glaring at the ground while they were both busy chatting away; he may or may not have leaned a little too close into his old friend just to get a reaction out of you. And sure enough, he’s not disappointed with how you’re reacting to it.

If only he could eat you up, chomp down on your cheeks while you’re pouty like that, crease between your brows with your body practically stuck next to him like glue. But he could only improvise, bite down on the flesh of your lip with his fingers stoking your pussy walls in his car.

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔—

The first thing he’ll think about is how he can use your jealousy against you the next time he wants your attention; it’s a mistake for you to be acting like this because now he knows your weakness and he’s not going to hold himself back from using it against you.

There’s a sort of triumphalism in his chest when the dots in his head come together. Like how you’re sitting yourself so close next to him when there’s plenty of space for your own self on the couch or how you’d be extra affectionate to him in front of Shoko.

It must have been because you heard him jokingly flirt around with Shoko, thinking he might actually have an interest in her when it’s only reserved for you. Even though Getou has it all figured out, he doesn’t say a word about it and only continue to let you be all possessive over him; he likes the attention he’s getting from you after all.

You might find out about the misunderstanding sooner and later though, so he’s sure to make use of your jealousy next time when he feels like he’s in need of your affection.

𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈 𝐘𝐔𝐔𝐉𝐈—

He’s beaming inside and out, eyes lighting up so brightly and you’re only feeding to his delusions, making him think that if you’re jealous over him, you must be in love with him. And if you’re as in love with him as he’s to you, that immediately means he’s your boyfriend!

You? Jealous? Over him?

Itadori couldn’t quite believe his ears yet when both Nobara and Megumi told him about how obvious it was from the way you behave around his other female friend who had a crush on him.

Sure, you did try to pull him away from the girl and squeeze in to the space between the both of you. But now that they’ve said it, it’s like they’ve unintentionally opened Pandora’s Box. Now he’s proclaiming himself as your boyfriend, because since you’re jealous over him you must be in love with him—and because the both of you are in love with each other; it’s only naturally to be dating, right?

It didn’t really matter to Itadori anymore, whatever his mind had set on, it is what it is and it would take long time to convince him otherwise. And before you even knew it, he’s already got a copy of your house keys because that’s what boyfriends usually have, right?

𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎—

He’s trying his best to bite back a genuine smile, but with his ears already heated up, he can only hope that you don’t notice the red of his skin before assuring you there’s no need to be jealous (since you’re his one and only)

“I’ll stop talking to her if y-you want,” he pushed his lips out as he spoke, looking at the floor as you blushed, heart fluttering at what he said he would do for you (unaware that he’s very much willing to do much more)

Megumi’s happy, no–ecstatic from your simple jealousy. His heart was thumping, sweat sticky on his palm and he feels dizzy, all because of you. The hold you have over him is insane and he swore to god he’s turning crazy for you.

In that moment, he felt as if there’s a glint of chance of you liking him, perhaps you may be in love with him too; but he stopped himself from overthinking then, he didn’t want to get his hopes up after all. But fuck was he happy with you being possessive over him and he thinks he’s going to get addicted with how you’re acting if you don’t stop.

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solarisensun · 2 years

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Picture Perfect (1)

yandere Gojo Satoru + Geto Suguru x f!reader

-guess who’s back 😗 (sorry for the odd spacing again ugh)

For some odd reason, you always feel like you are being watched

Warnings: yandere themes, implied drugging +photography, alcohol consumption, NSFW

It’s bright.

Even with your eyelids stuttered close, the harsh blinding light shines through them until your head pounds painfully.

Is the room spinning? Or is it just your head that’s tilting on its own axis?

You open your mouth to say something but nothing comes out of your mouth. It feels as if someone had stuffed your brain with cotton. Why is it so bright? You want to ask. Everything seems distorted and muffled. It almost feels as if you are sinking underwater.

The final thing you manage to register is a slow, deep chuckle like warm velvet and the gentle brush of fingertips against your cheek before your head lolls to the side and…

nothing.

You almost feel glad that the light is gone.

—

You always feel like you’re being watched whenever you step into the building.

Both figuratively and literally.

There’s always people bustling about within the building. And familiar smiles are thrown your way when you make your way past the glass sliding doors. “Morning, Miss,” the security guard nods at you from his post and you return his greeting with one of your own. The pretty receptionist at the table gives you a wiggle of her hands before her attention is drawn back to her phone, presumably entertaining another client.

Things are never really quiet here in Tokyo’s largest modeling agency.

And in every corner of this sleek, modern building, the sight of security cameras were not uncommon.

Still, there is this unshakable feeling that lingers on the nape of your neck every single time you step foot within this vicinity. Almost unconsciously, your left hand finds its way to your neck whilst your right hand tightens its grip around your iced coffee. It almost feels as if there is a ghostly presence breathing down your back as a shudder skitters down your spine.

It isn’t until the other staff give you an odd look for loitering in the lobby whilst stock-still when you take a deep inhale to regain your senses.

Perhaps you need to take a break to fix your sleep schedule.

Last night had been another oddly restless night. Oftentimes, you’ve woken up with a pounding headache and constant nightmares that left you feeling disorientated. Even your makeup artist had commented on the increased amount of concealer she needed to use recently to cover up your dark eye circles.

It doesn’t help that you’ve had butterflies fluttering around your stomach ever since your manager informed you of the shoot that you were having today with none other than Gojo Satoru, arguably the man that has the entirety of Japan falling over their feet with a mere glimpse of his picture-perfect face on magazine covers. Though there was no doubt that his beauty was as notorious as his reputation as a bachelor. It wasn’t him that you were worried about. It was the sheer size of the project, probably one of your agency’s biggest projects to date. Unlike Gojo, who had his name already firmly cemented in the modeling industry, this project would give you the chance to do the same too.

And to make matters worse, the photographer for today’s shoot-

Too caught up in your own thoughts, you nearly run face-first into someone else, barely avoiding getting your coffee all over his black shirt.

“Oh,” you blurt out in panic, “I’m so sorry! Please forgive me for not paying attention to my-”

“It’s all right.” His voice, albeit low and cordial, has not an inch of warmth in them. Dark eyes meet yours when you lift your head. Smooth obsidians greet your gaze, and almost immediately, prickles of fear explode across your skin. There’s something, something in his empty eyes that makes you take a step back like a startled rabbit.

Maybe it’s the way his figure looms over your hunched figure.

Before you can take another step away, the feeling of a large hand propped on your waist has you coming to an abrupt halt. All five of his fingers are curled around your waist; it almost feels as if he might break you in two if he squeezed too hard.

“Geto-san,” you mumble when realization crashes across your shoulders. You’ve never seen him in real life before. Though his photography works were renowned, the reclusive photographer has never once accepted interviews nor allowed for his picture to be taken. The only reason you recognize him is the fact that you’ve caught a glimpse of his face once or twice when he had projects occurring in this building. Nevertheless, his face is not one that many would forget. Up close, you can see the clean, unbroken lines of his haughty cheekbones and a strong jaw. His hair is pulled up into a messy bun; there’s something elegantly unsettling about the way he carries himself.

And a small part of you feels almost bad for judging this man but for some reason, it almost feels difficult to breathe in his presence alone.

The ghost of a smile touches his lips, curling them barely upwards. Though it doesn’t exactly look genuine. “I believe we are well-acquainted.” The darkness in his eyes is stark against his pale skin. “You must be the model having a shoot with me later.” He withdraws his hand. “Do be careful the next time you are walking around. You wouldn’t want to get some nasty bruises.”

“Ah,” you breathe out, proud that your voice doesn’t waver. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Geto-san. Please take good care of me later.”

Now that the initial shock has worn off, your fraying nerves have somewhat cooled down enough that you can look him in the eye without being overcome by the feeling that you want to bolt and get as far away from him as possible.

Geto blinks slowly, his face is as impassive as smooth marble.

“Of course.”

—

Your arched brows draw together, the studio lights, glints off the silver headband wound in your hair to hold the elaborate braids in place. Once again, your stylist has outdone herself with her choice of styling today. Yet, the longer you linger under the harsh lights, the pounding in your head seems to worsen with each passing second. It’s gotten to the point where you can almost feel your migraine splitting your poor head in half. s

A heavy sigh escapes your lips as you rest your cheek against the cool table, careful not to mess up the hours that your stylist had put into your hair.

Maybe if you close your eyes for a moment everything will calm down.

Even with your eyes shut, the sensation that something, someone is watching you never really dissipates. God, it almost feels like the omnipresent presence is practically looming over your shoulder. You could almost imagine it’s ghostly hands wrapped around your neck, tightening with each slow thud of your heart

Though you knew that if you turned around, there was nothing more but a lone security camera in the far corner.

You really need a break after this.

Preferably, somewhere quiet, and peaceful, and where it isn't so bloody bright.

“Are you all right?”

You jerk up so fast that your head nearly collides against Gojo’s.

“Gojo-san,” you gasp, trying to calm the thunderous heartbeat in your chest. “Don’t sneak up on me like that, please.” You hadn’t even heard him open the door.

“My bad.” He raises his arms up in defeat. “But I was genuinely worried. You know you looked like you died? Laying on the table all lifeless like that.” For once, your mischievous co-worker looks genuinely concerned, and it almost takes you by surprise. You've gotten too used to never taking his words seriously due to the mirth that glistens in his eyes.

You give him a weak smile, massaging your temples as you reply, “I’m all right. It’s just that I’ve been having trouble sleeping recently. All those sleepless nights are really taking a toll on me.”

He clicks his tongue in response. “After this, we are going for drinks, all right? The three of us, together. You need to loosen up.”

“The three of us?” A frown pinches your brows together.

“Me, you and Suguru of course!” he replies.

“Geto-san?”

“Who else?” Gojo gives you a funny look. You’ve always known that the duo had a history that went way back, but why would he ask you along? To say that you and Gojo were friends would be a stretch. Your conversation with him had never extended past your work life, and you aren’t exactly sure you want him into your personal life as well. After all, you’ve always prided yourself in keeping your reputation squeaky clean.

Gojo, on the other hand, seemed to take delight in gracing the tabloid covers with his extravagant spending and many sexual exploits.

“I don’t think-”

“Come on now,” Gojo whines as he stands over you, both his arms boxing you in perfectly. “When are you going to see me as more than your co-worker?” The sheer intensity burning in his bright crystalline blues make you avert your gaze. “I’m an excellent friend. You know that?”

You level him with an even stare, utterly unfazed by his close proximity. Gojo had always been handsier than most. “We both know you’re a horrible drinker. I don’t want to be hauling your ass back home when you can barely walk.”

Instead of denying, Gojo merely grins as he lowers his head even closer to your face. “I won’t drink.” A thoughtful look flickers over his pristine features before he adds, “And I’m not letting you out of this room until you say yes.”

“Gojo-san!”

“Come on. I promise you, you’ll sleep like the dead if you just go out with me- us, tonight.”

You knock his arm away from the side of your head and step away. “Fine. But only just this once.”

The wide smirk that grows on Gojo’s face almost makes you regret your reply.

“But I’m not exactly acquainted with Geto-san,” you confess, “I wouldn’t want to make things awkward. I know how close the two of you are.” The mere mention of his name and the way his bottomless gaze studied you makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

Gojo waves his hand airily. “Nonsense! Suguru warms up fast when you get to know him.” He gives you a wink as he slings his arm around your shoulders, nearly knocking you forward in the process. “Trust me, he’s all bark and no bite.”

The moment the weight of his arm is around your shoulder, the room seems to blur before your eyes.

White light.

The click of a camera.

Fingers brushing your hair away from your cheek.

A warm body, pressed against yours.

You stumble, pitching forward bonelessly and your face nearly hits the floor until Gojo wraps his hand around your arm and yanks you back to your feet.

“Woah.” In a smooth motion, he pulls you into his embrace. The smell of expensive cologne muddles your senses even further.

“You all right?”

“I-“ Words seem to fail you. So, you brace your palms against his chest and take a shuddering breath in. “I-I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened. Just give me a moment please.”

You squeeze your eyes shut until the room doesn’t feel like it’s rotating in dizzying circles anymore. And finally, you open your eyes to see Gojo’s worried-filled face swimming in your blurry vision.

“Are you sure? I don’t think you should work in this state,” Gojo tells you in earnest. “I can always inform Geto and we can reschedule our shoot for another day.”

“No!” You cry out a little too loudly. “I- I mean, it’s all right. I don’t want to mess things up. It’s just my sleepless nights catching up to me.” You parrot again in a calmer tone.

Suddenly, Gojo’s invitation to drink appears much more tempting. It did sound good to drink yourself wasted and crash out for the night. Plus, both Gojo and geto seemed like friends whom you could rely on. Earlier, Gojo’s warm enthusiasm about Geto suddenly sends a stab of guilt into you. Truthfully, he did seem like a nice man.

The lack of sleep must be getting to you. Combined with the fact that it’s making you utterly paranoid out of your mind.

Your reply earns you a dubious look. “Anything you say. But the moment you show signs of doing that again, we are ending the shoot.”

“Thanks, Gojo-san.” You give him an earnest smile. “Maybe you aren’t so bad after all” you joke.

“Nah. Don’t let your guard down so fast. I’m not as much of a saint as you paint me out to be.”

—

“Satoru, I told you to look at the camera, not at her.” The sheer annoyance laced in Geto’s statement almost makes you flinch.

On the contrary, Gojo merely gives an annoyed Geto a lazy smile. Upon spotting the grimace on your face, his devilishly rogue smile widens. It’s easy to see why this man had everyone tripping over their feet.

His snowy hair tickles your cheek when he brings his forehead close to yours. A puff of warm breath grazes your ear as Gojo chuckles. “Don’t look so scared. Suguru’s, all bark and no bite.”

Against your better judgment, you feel your cheeks heat up at the way Gojo is talking to you. You blame it on the position that the two of you are in. With both his hands propped on either sides of your face and one of his thighs between your legs. The strap of your dress has slid off, and Gojo’s suit is unbuttoned to reveal the smooth planes of his chiseled chest.

It’s the image of every fan’s wet dream. To have the Gojo Satoru pressed above you.

But the abrupt snap of the shutter yanks you back to reality. All of a sudden, things don’t exactly seem as perfect as they do.

Already, there’s a headache pounding at the back of your head.

“You too.” Geto’s clipped voice calls out amidst the clicks. “Camera. Not each other.”

Reluctantly, you yank your eyes off Gojo’s toothy grin and onto the raven-haired man with half of his face obscured by the camera. When did he get so close? A strand of his hair has fallen out of his bun, but Geto pays it no mind as he continues to angle the camera at the both of you.

You force your tensed body to relax as you peer into the lens, you can see a little reflection of yourself reflected in those dark shutters. It’s taking everything in you not to wince when the repeated click, click, click, echoes mutedly in the air. Picture after picture, your image is imprinted into the film like little notches frozen in time. Bile rises up like a wave in your clogged up throat.

“Look here.” With a jolt, you realize your attention has begun drifting away from the camera. Geto sounds annoyed, almost frustrated, and the tone of his voice sends your already frazzled nerves fraying even more. The last thing you want is to make him annoyed. You don’t want to lose this project before it has even started. Geto readjusts his position. Without warning, he strides over to you and grabs your wrist. The sensation of his cold fingers on your skin makes you gasp like a startled rabbit and you would have scuttled backwards if it weren’t for the fact that Gojo still has you pinned underneath him. You are sure he can feel the way your breath has hitched the moment Geto gripped you.

“You need to put your arm on his shoulder.” With a breathtaking gentleness that one wouldn’t have expected, Geto guides your arm to loop it around Gojo’s shoulder. Yet, his gentleness doesn’t exactly make you feel any better. The look on Gojo’s face is unreadable, almost as if he’s studying you.

Finally, Geto seems satisfied. He brings the camera up again. You don’t point out the fact that he still has his fingers clamped around your wrist and that it would be visible in the photo that he takes. “Look here,” he murmurs under his breath. You don’t point out the fact that Gojo is still looking at you with some sort of burning fervor in his pretty blues. Weren’t you both supposed to look at the camera?

You see a flash of pearly white when Geto smiles. “Perfect.”

Just when you feel like you can’t take it anymore, Geto finally puts his camera aside as he runs a hand through his loose hair. “Let’s take a break.” His empty stare meets yours, and you look away. “We will continue later.”

Gojo helps you to your feet and you continue to intently ignore the weight of Geto’s heavy stare that pins you across your back. Save for the three of you, the studio is empty after Geto insisted for everyone to leave so that he could work in peace. He’d always been particularly meticulous and stubborn with his shoots. And his renowned reputation as a photographer lets him get away with the most bizzare of requests. For some reason, there’s something oddly and unsettling familiar about both their presences lingering just so close to you.

A soft knock on the door has you scurrying over to open it and you almost heave out a relieved sigh at the sight of a familiar face. “Nanami.” A bright smile tugs the corners of your lips upwards when your manager steps into the studio. “I thought you left.”

Nanami, ever the reliable person, hands you a small towel and a cup of warm water, “I’m here to check up on you before I leave.”

Immediately, your brilliant smile fades from the bright glow of a burning sun to nothing more but a flickering candlelight. It doesn’t go unnoticed by your manager. “I can stay if you want. I’ll drop you off after your shoot is done,” Nanami adds gently.

Just as you open your mouth to reply, Gojo cuts in, “Come on now, there’s no need for that. Besides, she’s joining us for drinks after.”

Nanami doesn’t even bother concealing the disapproving look that fleets across his face. “You are?”

Faced with your manager’s stern questioning, you can’t help but fidget anxiously. “Just for a few drinks.” A lightbulb lights up on your head. “Nanami, why don’t you join us?” You hope your voice doesn’t sound too pleading.

“It’s late.” Geto’s velvety voice drifts over. “I’m sure we wouldn’t want to trouble your manager for staying up so late. I’m unsure how long this shoot will last. After all, we aren’t even halfway done yet. Photography is an art that cannot be rushed. I promise you that I’ll be there to keep Satoru in check. You need not worry for her safety.”

All hope that was blossoming in you shrivels up like dried petals.

Seemingly satisfied by Geto’s responsible answer, Nanami nods his head. “All right. Remember to text me when you get home.”

At the doorway, something in your fuzzy gaze seems to stop Nanami in his tracks. But when Geto gives him a firm yet polite smile, he decides that maybe you deserve a night out. After all, he’d always been too strict with you recently. You deserve to have some fun without him constantly breathing your neck. Without another thought, Nanami shuts the door behind him.

——

You’re so perfect that he almost feels like a depraved pervert for even looking at you up close like this.

Being so close, he could almost count each lash that fans across your cheekbones, the tiny pores on your skin, the minty toothpaste that you use. It makes his heart leap to his throat.

Judging by the slow rise and fall of your chest, you must have drifted off into the darkness by now. It's a shame, he did prefer it when you were at least able to remain aware of his touches. Your cute mumbles and attempt to bat his hand away never failed to amuse him to no end.

Nevertheless, he hums to himself, tucking a stray hair of yours behind your ear as he raises the camera to his face.

Click.

Another picture to add to his ever growing collection.

Click.

He almost blushes at the way your shorts have ridden up to expose your thighs. And the camera has certainly captured each dip and contour of your body well.

Click.

Unable to help himself, he angles the camera lower until your lovely face isn’t the only thing in frame. Maybe he really is nothing more than a pervert.

Click.

The abrupt flashes make you stir, making your cheek grazes his outstretched finger, and he shudders at the warmth. Though your delicate softness beckons to him like a flower waiting to be plucked and lovingly pressed against the pages of a book to preserve for an eternity. He resists the temptation.

Instead, he lets his finger trace your collarbones before moving down your limp shoulders. No matter how hard the tent in his pants has begun to strain, he does not give in to that sick little voice that chimes in his head.

No. Instead, he smiles at your motionless figure with nothing but sick adoration and love in his eyes. Gently, he leans down and presses a kiss against your cheek. You mumble incoherently in response.

Even unconscious, your beauty shines ever as brilliantly.

He raises the camera again with a shaky exhale.

Click.

You think that you might be going crazy. Or perhaps, you were being pushed to the brink of insanity. Because even amongst the crowded bar, with the incessant drone of loud chatter echoing your ears, the dreaded sound of the camera’s shutter somehow makes its way to grab your attention.

It can’t be… Wildly, you whip your head from side to side as you scan the crowded room. Everywhere you turn, you are greeted with nothing but flashing neon lights and not a single camera in sight. Were you really starting to hear things now?

Gojo steps into your line of sight with his megawatt smile glinting against the strobe flashes, snagging your attention. He raises two glasses. “Free drinks from the owner.”

From your side, you can hear Geto chuckle. He’s standing a little too close for your liking, but you ignore it in favor of the drink which Gojo sets in your hand. “What is it?” you ask. The heavy bass of the song must have drowned out your answer because Gojo motions you closer with a quizzical look on his face.

Instinctively, you step closer to him, practically balancing on the tip of your toes in order to reach his ear. With one hand still clutching the drink, which was now precariously sloshing around from all your movement, you lean forward and yell into Gojo’s ear, “What is it?”

It takes you another moment before you realize that there’s another body pressed behind yours and Geto’s voice resonates besides you. “Don’t worry about what’s the drink. I can promise you it's good,” he murmurs. “Try it,” Geto urges, his hand closing around your fingers around the metal, folding his fingers into your own as he pushes the cup to coax your lips open. Vaguely, you are aware that his- both their breaths smell like the drink, coy, tantalizing honey paired with hints of fresh lime undertones that paint a sharp contrast to the sugary syrup.

All of a sudden, you are also hyper aware of the fact that both men now have you sandwiched between them without escape. And maybe it’s the drink, or the atmosphere, or the fact that despite your uncomfortableness around them, there’s no denying that they were both ridiculously attractive men.

You want to bat Geto’s hand away, you really do. But he’s being so gentle, and a part of you thinks that you deserve this. You deserve to let loose a little and have fun. Geto’s breath ghosts over the shell of your ear. “I promise. It’s really good.” In front of you, Gojo is looking at you like the three of you are sharing some intimate moment that just makes everything else melt away.

Without another word, you open your mouth and let Geto tip the drink into your parted lips. He’s practically holding the cup at this point, with his other hand curled lightly around the nape of your neck. True to his word, it tastes better than you’d expected. Though the sharp bite of the alcohol makes you wince, it’s quickly replaced by a sweet aftertaste that mingles pleasantly with the alcohol. Unconsciously, you swipe your tongue across your bottom lip to catch the remaining remnants.

It’s dangerous, the way you already feel slightly light, and you know that you wouldn’t think twice to knock back another drink if any of them offered you seconds.

“It’s good, isn’t it?” Gojo asks you with a grin a little too wide for your liking.

You nod. Gojo responds by handing the other drink to Geto, who downs the entire thing with a neat flip of his wrist.

The hand on your neck shifts to your waist as Geto gently spins you around until you are facing him. “Come.” He smiles down at you, his black linen shirt is already unbuttoned at the top and his hair has been let loose from its bun, causing it to fall in tousled waves across his broad shoulders. Outside of work, Geto appeared to be much more approachable and carefree. Maybe you’d judged him too quickly. Dimly, you are rather surprised that Gojo hadn’t been the one to approach you first.

His pretty smile widens when you don’t pull away as he entwines the fingers of his large hand with your daintier ones. “Let’s dance.” The warmth of his rough palm licks against your smaller one as Geto gently leads you away towards the centre of the floor.

The moment his hands find their way around your hips and the alcohol sings in your veins, it almost feels as if everything around you has melted into a wondrous blur of musical giddiness.

One moment Geto’s long locks are tickling the nape of your neck as he whispers something into your ear. You can’t quite seem to concentrate on what he’s murmuring; all too aware of this way his fingers are splayed mere inches away from the hem of your dress. But this time, the nauseating feeling doesn’t arise..

When Geto’s low timbre reaches your ears again, you merely smile and laugh, too busy swaying your hips to the throbbing bass, too lost in your sweet bubble to notice how the photographer is looming over you, akin to a second shadow. Nor do you notice his dark, dark gaze as he watches you through half-lidded eyes that burn with a startlingly feverish intensity.

From a distance, a bright gaze tracks your figure.

Gojo was right. Tonight was going to be a good night’s sleep.

#yandere x reader #yandere jujutsu kaisen #geto x reader #getou suguru x reader #geto suguru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #yandere getou #yandere gojo satoru #make yandere #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #yandere gojo #yandere geto suguru

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seiyasabi · 1 year

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A Night To Die For

(Happy Halloween lol, this is a Scream AU with Getou and Gojo :PPP

TW: !noncon!, !murder!, violence!!!, use of kn*ves in a harmful manner!, takes photos of u w/o ur consent!!, creampie!, double penetration!, use of zip ties!!!, degradation!, your friends are no longer w us, cat v mouse!, choking!, slaps you across the face!, etc..

Please proceed with caution!!!)

The world goes by in a blur, as you sprint through the quiet house. The house party from an hour before is clearly gone; the music that practically vibrated the walls and the voices of your college classmates silent.

You can hardly hear the footsteps behind you, but the man’s heavy breathing is what truly alerts you of his presence.

Him. The killer. The one that slaughtered all of your classmates in cold blood.

Shit, you’re really in for it now.

Rounding a corner at top speed, you almost trip over the body of a classmate. There are a few bodies scattered throughout the kitchen, almost completely blocking the way to the back door. So, with bated breath and partially closed eyes, you hop over their bodies, trying not to slip on the copious amount of blood on the ceramic tile below. But, with a brief glance behind you, you see that the killer doesn’t give as much grace. He practically stomps down on each of the deceased, causing a disturbing chorus of noises throughout the silent home.

Deciding not to dwell on it, you push forward, hopping right in front of the locked door, and unlocking it with quick fingers. Shoving it open, you leap over the back stoop, and continue to run. Maybe if you get to the main road, you can live.

The green foliage around you blends into a blur, as your boot clad feet slap against the dirt road. You try to run in a zig zag fashion, as if you’re running from a pissed off gator, hoping that the man behind you would make a dive at your feet and miss, possibly giving you a bigger head start.

But, he keeps up with your pace, and you can’t help but think that he’s doing it on purpose. It seems like he’s dragging out the inevitable, which makes the entire situation even worse.

Luckily, it seems that luck is on your side! A familiar car suddenly comes speeding down the road, screeching to a halt just beside you. Without thinking, you tuck and roll inside the backseat, slamming the door behind you, and forcing down the lock. Your breathing is ragged, as if you just ran a 5K and won. But, you need to tell the driver what just happened.

“Holy shit! We gotta get out of here, there’s a psycho chasing me!” Glancing up, you realise that the person in the driver's seat is a classmate who wasn’t in attendance; Satoru Gojo, “Oh my god, Gojo, you’re so lucky you weren’t there! The masked killer showed up to the party, and-“ The other door of the backseat opens, as the masked figure climbs inside. Your hands slap at the door you just locked, quickly flicking up the lock, only to try the handle, and for it not to open. You practically throw your entire weight onto the door, yet it doesn’t budge. The child lock must be on, “What the fuck, what the fuck-“

The masked man sits on the seat without issue, letting out a laugh through the voice modifier in his mask, “You just don’t know when to stop, do you?”

Gojo lets out a condescending giggle, fingers tapping against the steering wheel, “Nope, she doesn’t! Isn’t she just so adorable?”

Your eyes practically pop out of your head as you size up the situation. Was there possibly two killers? That would make a lot of sense. But, who the fuck is the second killer??

You don’t get to ask, before you’re snatched up by your hair, and in one swift motion, the masked man forcefully zip ties your hands together. You try to kick at him, shouting curses at him and the white haired man, but it’s to no avail. Your hands and feet are bound, and the plastic digs into your skin uncomfortably.

Without much effort, you’re dragged into the unknown man’s lap, held like an unruly cat who constantly escapes their owner, “Stop trying to run off- we caught you. That’s the end of it.”

You all but hiss at him, “Fuck you! I’m not going to die without a fair fight! Take these off and I’ll-“

“You’ll what, sweetheart? Beat him silly?” Gojo teases in a sing-song fashion, “I don’t think you’d win, he’s like a man-sized bear.”

That draws a chuckle from the man your currently thrashing on, which pisses you off even more, “Fuck you too! Who the hell decides to be the getaway driver of a spree killer? He just killed thirty of our classmates and you don’t even care!”

The white haired man pretends to think upon your words for a moment, before speaking again, “Well, that’s because I don’t. They had it comin’, only usin us for our kickass parties and free booze.”

You let out an incredulous scoff, before trying, and failing, to headbutt the masked man you’re currently on. This results in an earth shattering smack being delivered on your cheek, causing a loud yelp to echo throughout the car. Gojo tuts at you like a disappointed parent.

“No need to be mean, sweetheart. We’re not going to hurt ya, I swear.”

You rub your now injured cheek with your bound hands, tears gathering in your eyes, “As if I’ll believe that. You’re both responsible for killing-“

“Nevermind that,” The masked man grunts out, a large hand practically bruising your hip within his grip, “We’re taking you back, and it’s within your best interest to behave yourself. Satoru may let your behaviour slide, but I won’t.”

You try to bite at him, but this time, a large hand grips your neck, completely restricting your airflow. Your bound hands try to scratch him, but the leather gloves on his hands stop your ministrations from working.

“You just don’t learn, do you?” His grip seemingly impossibly tightens, causing your eyes to practically roll into the back of your head, “Now, maybe a nap will do you some good.”

Gojo quickly intervenes, putting the car into park and almost coming out of the driver’s seat in one big motion, “Now, I know our princess is actin kinda bratty, but there’s no reason to give her brain damage, Suguru.”

Of course his accomplice is Getou. That asshole was always a mean spirited person, as he took it upon himself to bully you all throughout High School.

He releases your throat, causing you to take in a large gulp of air with a gasp. You fall forward a bit, hitting your head on the passenger side front seat, and slumping onto the backseat. Your chest rises in quick succession, causing both men to look at you in mild interest.

“If you’re going to kill me, you might as well just do it now.”

Your voice is hoarse and breathy, as you’ve come to accept the reality of the situation. These two fuckers are going to kill you, and there’s nothing you can do about it.

Gojo climbs into the backseat, lifting up your top half, and settling himself behind you, sandwiching you between himself and the bully.

He settles his hands against your waist, shoving his head between your neck and shoulder, “We’d never, sweetheart. We only want to keep you.”

You let out a humourless laugh, “What, like a pet?”

Getou’s glove-covered hand returns to your neck, giving it a small squeeze, “Precisely. Now, be a good girl, and stop fighting us.”

Before you could give a smart quip, Gojo shoves the front of your dress down, exposing your breasts to the ghost-face masked man in front of you. You give an indignant shout, trying to turn onto your side to block the man’s view, but the masked man grabs your shoulders to hold you steady.

“Don’t hide from us,” Suguru practically growls, shoving your dress up and over your hips, exposing your black lace panties. Reaching towards his hip, he pulls out a Polaroid camera. Gojo grabs your shoulders, holding you still and not allowing you to block yourself with your bound hands. The bright flash of the camera blinds you momentarily, and the sound of a printing photo practically echoes throughout the car.

“You don’t mind if we take photos do you?” Gojo asks in a joking tone, two fingers coming down to pinch one of your nipples. You jump, writhing and glaring at the men.

“Fuck you! Just let me go!”

“Oh, we will,” Getou says.

“Fuck you, he means,” Satoru grins. With that, the dark haired man yanks off your panties, lifts up your legs, and drapes them over his shoulders. Your ankles are still bound, making this very uncomfortable, due to how broad he is.

“Let me Go! Let me go! Just kill me already!” Tears bead your waterline, dripping down your face in thick streaks.

Gojo brushes his hand (over your scalp/ through your hair), shushing you, “Don’t panic, (Your Name), we’ll take good care of ya.”

With that, Getou doesn’t hesitate to grab you by the fat of your thighs, using a few fingers to spread your pussy open. Gojo tweaks one of your nipples, whilst the other goes down towards your cunny, gently swiping against your clit.

You let out a small gasp, as his rough fingers play with your perfect cunny. Closing your eyes, you try to pretend like this isn’t happening, but the rapid wetness growing between your legs begs to differ. Both men watch in fascination as you choke back moans.

Getou releases a thigh to grab the Polaroid camera, taking another picture of your defilement. A few tears continue to fall down your face, as you let out a small whimper.

“Fuck, you’re getting so wet,” Gojo dips two fingers into your pussy, massaging your clit and gspot all in one go. A sweet moan finally escapes your lips, as both men all but moan themselves at your cute reaction.

The white haired man slips in two more fingers, stretching you in a way that had you bucking against his fingers.

“This is better than that time we watched her hump her pillow,” Getou murmurs, pinching at the fat of your thigh. You’re unsure how he’s able to see so well out of that creepy mask, and just the thought of them not only stalking you and killing your friends has you snapping out of the pleasure filled haze you were just in.

“No more, please, no more. You’re scaring me-“

“Good,” Gojo rips his fingers from your dripping slit, pushing you farther up than before, as he slides underneath you. He makes quick work of his pants, pulling out his cock and slapping his mushroom shaped tip against your slick cunny. Without warning, he bucks his way in, causing a shrill scream to escape your lips.

His hips stutter at the feeling of your walls massaging him so perfectly, he rewards two fingers massaging your clit.

“How does she feel?” Getou is practically drooling at the sight of your cunny being fucked, he wants to share you so badly. Mold your pussy into the shape of both of their cocks.

“Like heaven. Ya need to feel how she’s milking my cock,” Satoru slurs, using his free hand to grab the dark haired man by his costume, and drag him farther towards you.

The masked man shucks his costume over his hips, unbuttoning his own pants and pulling his prick out. He presses forward, trying to squeeze his way in underneath the white haired man’s cock.

“No! Stop, it won’t fit!” Gojo releases Getou, only to throw your bound hands over the black haired man’s shoulders, joining your bound wrists.

“It will, I’ll force it in if I have to,” Getou grits out, somehow menovering Gojo’s cock out of the way a bit to slip inside. You choke on air, eyes practically popping out of their sockets.

You feel so full, like you’re being choked from the inside out. Both men let out their own moans, relishing the feeling of you squeezing down on them.

Without warning, both start to move at their own pace. Gojo continues to rub your clit, causing your hips to jolt against your own wishes. More moans pour from your lips, as you bounce from each thrust. Getou’s gloved hands squeeze your tits, paying special attention to your sensitive nips. Satoru bites and suckles your neck, leaving dark love bites over the bruising strangulation marks.

“Your pussy is perfect, sweetheart, practically choking my cock.”

“I knew you were the right one for us. You’re the surviving girl, the heroine in this story.”

You don’t like the dialogue, but the feeling of your impending orgasm has you moaning like a bitch in heat. Your eyes are rolling, mouth hanging open. Gojo’s free hand reaches up and cups your jaw, turning your head in his direction to give him a sloppy kiss.

You try to pull away, pleading, “Stop, oh my god, im gonna-“

Gojo cuts you off with a smirk, “You gonna cum? Go ahead, cutie, we’ve been waiting for this all night.”

With that, your hips practically slam down on them, pussy creaming and squirting all over the two of them.

Both men moan, as Getou pinches one of your nipples, causing you to clamp down even more, thus throwing him over the edge. He cums deep inside of you, coating his and Gojo’s cock.

“Fuck, this pussy is magical,” Satoru whines, as Getou pulls out. The masked man removed your wrists and ankles from behind his head, rolling his neck until it cracks. Sitting up from his hunched position, as he and Gojo reposition your body. Your legs are now behind Satoru’s back, leaving you in missionary. Your head is in Getou’s lap, his cock resting against your face.

“What’re you doing? Aren’t you done?” More tears fall down your face, but Gojo continues to smile.

“I haven’t cum yet, sweetheart! Ya wouldn’t blue ball me, would’ja?”

“I-what? Just kill me already, stop this torture!”

Getou grabs your wrists, lacing all ten of your fingers with his, “We already told you; we aren’t going to kill you.”

You shake your head, not believing their words.

“Don’t worry, (Your Name), you’re our final girl! And we’re gonna keep you forever,” Satoru practically sings, as he starts to buck his hips again, “Fuck, even after fucking you stupid, you’re still so tight. I’ll never give you up, sweetheart, and neither will Suguru. Even if you try to get rid of us, we’ll always come back!”

Suguru lightly smacks your bruising cheek, “Open up, kitten. I just know your throat will feel like a second pussy.”

You’ve never felt more helpless than this very moment.

Maybe it would’ve just been better if you’d died with the rest of your classmates.

#yandere gojo #yandere getou #gojo x reader #getou x reader #yandere jjk #scream au #slasher au #Halloween special

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grxndprix · 6 months

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heyy !!

𝘰𝘬 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘹 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘶 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 ☆

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chaotic-jjk-fiction · 1 year

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Do No Harm

Doctor Getou Suguru x reader

TW: General Yandere themes, stalking, obsession, medical setting, injections, IVs, Lying about test results, Masturbation, drugging, kidnapping, mentioned death of readers parents due to cardiac events, murder, and I can’t really sugar coat this... death of reader

A/N: I don’t really think I can call this a valentines day post, but let’s pretend it is! This is probably my darkest fic yet, so reader discretion is heavily advised. Happy late valentines day everyone!

Word Count: 1.8k

Was it unprofessional? Undeniably. Did he care? Not one bit. How could he be expected to not fall in love with you? He knew intimate details about your body that no one else did, you confided in him, and most importantly, it was his job to care for you. On top of that, the details he was privy to as your doctor made it all too easy for him to grow even closer to you. He knew where you lived, he knew that you were single, he knew that you were an only child, and that both of your parents had died young from sudden cardiac arrest.

After your first appointment, he knew the two of you had a connection. So what if he ordered some blood work and scheduled a follow-up appointment with you to go over the results even though it was only an intake appointment and there was no clinical indication it was necessary? The number of people who have vitamin deficiencies and don’t know it is quite high. Was it really that bad if your yearly physicals happened twice a year instead of just once? That didn’t seem evil to him, on the contrary actually, he was doing his duty as a healthcare professional and taking your well-being seriously.

Of course, the repeat blood tests every three months might have been a little bit excessive, especially because you weren’t actually deficient in any vitamins and had no reason to be taking a supplement, but it gave him a reason to see you. Despite the fact that normal lab results were typically discussed on the phone, he couldn’t resist having you come into his office.

Because of your family's cardiac history, the health of your heart was of great concern. Getou always made sure to perform a thorough cardiac workup at your check-ups. The way you allowed him to listen to your heart and touch the tender flesh on your chest was a delight for him. You were so trusting. Getou would expect nothing less though, he was your doctor after all. As your doctor, one of the hardest things was the uncertainty of whether you would drop dead of a heart attack the same way your parents did, or if you would have no complications at all. At first, this didn’t bother him, but as time passed he found himself obsessing over it more and more. A need for control started to well up inside of him driving him to stock your daily life.

After one physical where you complained of new-onset chest pain, Getou couldn’t take it anymore. He knew that there was only one thing he could do to ensure his control and guarantee that you wouldn’t suffer. He had really been hoping it wouldn’t have to come to this. He loved you and he wished that you could have loved him too, but it seemed as though that was not in the cards you two had been dealt.

Due to your chest pain, Getou ordered a two-week continuous heart monitor. The data collected from the monitor wouldn’t change his resolve, but he had another important use for it. After placing it and reminding you numerous times not to remove it or let it fall off before the two weeks mark, he let you go on with your day. Little did you know that you and Getou had not actually parted ways when you left his clinic.

You had a terrible habit of leaving the door unlocked. Just more proof to him that your chances of living a long life were quite slim. At the same time, it was quite beneficial for him. He loved to slip into your closet and wait for the sounds of your vibrator to fill the room followed by your moans. The lewd sounds you made when you thought you were alone seemed like music to his ears. He always jotted down the date and exact time he heard the vibrator, this information would come in handy soon.

After two weeks of wearing the heart monitor, you handed it over to Getou who told you it would take another week to analyze the data. This wasn't exactly true though. It would probably only take a few days to check for any arrhythmias, but that was not of interest to him. The data Getou sought was related to that list of dates and times he had collected earlier. By looking over the continuously recorded metrics during the times when you masturbated, he could watch the way your heart rate had spiked, the peaks when you came, and its slow return back to baseline when you had thoroughly pleasured yourself.

His dick grew hard as he looked at the EKG readings in front of him, remembering the noises of sexual satisfaction you made. He began to rub his cock through his pants as he continued to line up your times of self-pleasure with the information from the heart monitor. Getou could feel the pre-cum leaking out of his tip wetting his trunks. Eventually, he decided to stay on the data from one of your various sessions and allow himself to finish.

It felt below him to jerk off, but right now he didn’t care. Grabbing a box of tissues, he sat back down and allowed his erection to spring free. He spit into his hand for good measure before slowly starting to stroke his throbbing cock. Due to the prior stimulation and the level of arousal he was feeling, it didn’t take long for Getou to reach his point of climax. What helped push him over the edge, sending ropes of cum into the tissues he got, was the slight drop in heart rate after you orgasmed followed shortly by another spike as you chased that high again. As he wiped off the semen from his dick, he made a mental note to call you first thing tomorrow and schedule your follow-up appointment.

Only a few days later you were seated in his exam room once again. His face was stern as he looked you in the eyes and lied, “your heart monitor revealed prolonged QT intervals. This is a dangerous arrhythmia that can spontaneously cause ventricular fibrillation which can be fatal.” You sat there stunned, unsure of what to say or how to react. Getou continued, “There is an injection I can give you that should help. If you would like, I can give you the first dose today.” Your brain still hadn’t processed the news you had just received, but you nodded your head before confirming, “yes, I would like to have the first dose today.” “Alright then, I will go grab it if you would like to roll up your sleeve.”

He came back a few minutes later carrying a tray with the syringe, an alcohol pad, and a bandaid. “I just want to warn you,” Getou cautioned as he put on his gloves, “this injection can cause people to pass out sometimes, so don’t be alarmed if you start to feel dizzy, just lay down and let me know.” You nodded in understanding and tried your best not to flinch when the needle pushed its way into your arm. For the first few minutes after the injection, you felt fine. Getou was able to clean up and dispose of everything, but then the room started to spin. You laid back and your vision started to get spotty, “Doctor Getou” was all you managed to squeak out before everything went black.

So sweet and trusting. Suguru looked at your unconscious body in the rearview mirror on his windshield, you looked so innocent laid across the backseat of his car. In a different life, he could have had the future he dreamed of with you. As your doctor, however, he was sworn to do what was best for you and to do no harm. In order to abide by these principles, Suguru needed to move you to a different facility where he could do what he deemed necessary. “Don’t worry, darling. Soon you’ll be cured.”

You awoke disoriented. Despite the fact that your eyes were closed, you could tell you weren’t in the clinic anymore. The sensation of an IV in your hand caught your attention and you wondered if you were in the hospital. You didn’t have time to question it for long when you heard Suguru’s voice, “I really don’t know if you can hear me, but I hope you can.” You tried to turn your head in the direction of his voice, but you found yourself unable to move. “The sedatives and paralytics in your IV drip are just enough to keep you from being awake and able to move, but not to the point where you need a ventilator.” You could hear him moving around the room as he continued to talk. “As your doctor, I only want what is best for you, and I know you know this. I love you dearly, but the oath I took when I graduated from medical school comes first.” Your mind was swimming, trying to understand what was happening and what Suguru was going on about.

He paused for a minute, letting out a heavy sigh “I just want you to know that the data from your heart monitor will forever serve as a reminder of you, and every time I finish to those perfect EKG waves, I’ll be picturing your beautiful face.” You wanted to crawl out of your skin. How could he say that? Your thoughts continued to race. “I think it’s time we say goodbye now.” A feeling of terror consumed you. “I’m glad I was able to create a plan to cure you, not many doctors out there would care enough about their patients to go to the extreme lengths I am going to for you. The best part about this cure is that it is completely painless. One injection of about 30mg of morphine and everything will be better.” His voice sounded almost cheery.

The next sensation you felt was a needle pricking your inner elbow and viscous liquid being injected slowly into your vein. “There we go, treatment administered.” After disposing of the syringe in the sharps box, he quickly returned to your side. Your skin was turning pale and the heart monitor began to beep as your heartbeat and breathing rate fell dangerously low. He muted the monitor. Nothing was going to disturb the two of you in these final moments.

He reached for your hand, it felt cold as he held it, gently running his thumb over your knuckles in a soothing motion. You wanted to open your eyes, your mouth, ANYTHING. You wanted to scream. Your brain was becoming too foggy to even remember how screaming worked, even if it did, it wouldn't matter though and you knew that. It was almost like Getou could read your mind, and as your ears started to ring and the world crumbled away, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, softly cooing, “Shhh. Don't worry, no harm will ever come to you again.”

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stupid-sloot-headcanons · 1 year

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I think this will be a Gojo/Geto/Sukuna thing. If the Darling is insecure about her looks, they will fuck her infront of the mirror/s and forcing her look at herself. Maybe even fuck her, when she is leaning on the window or even Infront of their followers/minions.

Yesss, they're both so self-absorbed they do this because nothing should turn Darling on more than seeing themselves get fucked by THE Getou/Gojo

#.jjk #.getou #.geto #.gojo #yandere getou #yandere gojo #thots

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saintshigaraki · 1 year

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ur talking about yan geto and yan gojo separately and I give u poly! yan geto n gojo. the pure terror and love they radiate. gojo 'what are boundaries' satoru and geto 'i will take care of my family ' suguru. going feral going crazy, even

i have read one or two yan gojo x reader x yan getou fics and ive enjoyed them immensely!! my thing is though. the yan getou I've made up completely in my head i feel does not do good with sharing. and tbh even yan gojo might have issues sharing with getou if he felt he 'found' you first.

yan getou in my head is a deranged caretaker. like ive sort of touched on it before as have my big-brained mutuals cielo and zero but getou kind of acts like your mother in a sense. he wants that very specific kind of complete, suffocating control over you and i just don't think he'd feel he'd be able to have that type of control if he had to share you with gojo. he doesn't want you to think about anything but him, he doesn't want you to run to anyone else but him for comfort. he needs to be your whole world. your whole world should be getou getou getou. not getou and gojo. he should be all you want and he's all you're ever going to need, and he'll make sure of it <3

#yandere getou #yandere tw #ask

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cheesecakethots · 7 months

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geto having a cute little non-sorcerer wife that he swears he hates.

he only marries you for your father’s riches, and so when you arrive on his doorstep he leaves the maids to tell you where you’ll be staying; the room furthest from his own.

you’ve been instructed not to so much as look at him, but he finds that he hardly sees you, anyway. you’re more like a ghost that haunts the manor than his wife.

most of the time he’ll happen to pass you sat alone in the garden, dressed in pretty kimonos that have most definitely been suited to his tastes. he hardly speaks to you, the only time he has was when the two of you had accidentally bumped into each other when turning a corner.

“watch it, monkey,” he had hissed, before continuing on with his day. he later found himself thinking on the nervous expression and faint embarrassed blush that had adorned your face. he had been tempted to smash his head against the wall to rid himself of the memory, as it plagued him the entire evening.

your father starts visiting and he has the basic decency to at least pretend as though he loves you. it results in awkward proximity and unloving kisses to your forehead, at least until your father leaves.

for some time, geto’s not entirely sure as to why you play along. you could go to your father and ask to leave this loveless marriage, could you not? then it dawns on him; your father doesn’t care, and you already know that. geto doesn’t like how a tiny part of his chest aches when he thinks too hard about that fact.

it’s not as though he leaves you locked up in some basement, withering away. you’re allowed to explore most of the manor, most of your needs can be met by asking the maids and very rarely he will permit you to visit the nearby town marketplace with some guards.

he starts seeing you more. he’ll sometimes find himself out in the garden, pretending that he has any business outside other than to keep an eye on you. he’ll never admit it, but it can sometimes calm him down, just watching you go about your day. to him it’s like watching a pet trot about, not realising their owner is watching with keen eyes. you’re still just a useless monkey, of course.

one day he discovers you crying in the garden you love so much. he’s never seen you cry before, hell, he’s hardly seen any emotions on you.

“what happened?” he finds himself asking before he can stop. you jump in your seat, not having expected him to be beside you.

“nothing, really,” you say, your voice still shaky and your hand wiping away at drying tears, “i’m sorry to have bothered you.”

he frowns, his patience quickly wearing thin. “tell me, now. what happened?”

you sigh, and some part of him can’t help but note how pretty your eyes look, despite the redness around them. he pushes the thought out before it can properly settle.

“my father sent me a letter,” you confess. “he’s… not happy with me.”

he steps closer to you. “why?”

you hesitate, your mouth opening and closing, but the expression he wears has you telling the truth.

“he wishes that i was pregnant with your child. i have told him that i am not, and never will be, and he… well, he’s not happy.”

suguru raises an eyebrow. “never will be… ?”

you blush, looking to the floor. “i know that you hate me. it may be easier for you to have a child with another.”

he scoffs.

“i don’t-“ geto pauses himself. “do you really think i’m the type of man to have a bastard with some whore?”

“w-well, no, but-“

“do you wish to stay married to me?”

you gulp. “no. i don’t.”

he pauses for a moment, seemingly considering something.

“if you give me a child, i’ll allow you to leave. you’ll still be married to me in name, but you won’t have to stay here, and you won’t be tethered to your father.”

your jaw drops for a moment, and then you collect yourself. “will i be able to see the child after i give birth?”

“sometimes,” he tells you. in reality, he doubt he’d ever let you near them, but you don’t need to know that.

“… okay.”

he finds it harder to convince himself that he hates everything about you when he has you beneath him, your ankles on his broad shoulders and your hands pressing against his back. he can’t help but fuck you even faster when hearing you whine and mewl. he wants to lick the expression you have off of your face, but refuses to indulge in the idea.

“su-su-suguru!” you cry. he stills inside you for just a moment. it’s the first time he’s ever heard you say his name. he was beginning to think you had forgotten it.

he grabs onto your wrists with one hand, pressing them above your head and manhandling you into another position, one in which he can somehow go even deeper than before.

he chuckles, low and raspy, “stupid fucking monkey…”

he’s starting to wonder if maybe he needs two kids. maybe four? hm. maybe you do have your usefulness. maybe he shouldn’t let you go, after all.

#i know this is ooc but idgaf #forgive me i haven’t watched jjk s2 and i barely remember geto but he’s hot so idc if it’s so ooc #allow me to dream #yandere geto suguru #tw yandere #tw.yandere #yandere #yanderecore #yandere jjk #yandere getou #yandere suguru geto #yandere getou suguru #geto smut #jjk smut #tw forced marriage #tw smut

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noroi1000 · 2 years

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Hiiii! How are you? I hope you're ok☺️ I see requests are open sooo I wanna try, because I really really enjoy your histories ❣️I've been thinking about Suguru Alpha or Suguru Yandere, (maybe both) he's my favorite and definitely he deserves more love and hugs ,my lovely eclipse 💕jum 😤Only if you want~ if not it's ok, have a nice day and a nice weekend! Good luck in your school ~thanks for your work! 💜

A/N: Thank you very much. Have a nice day too. Maybe that wasn't exactly what it was about, but I hope you enjoy it.

Keep it up (Yandere Geto x reader)

"Keep what you promised me. Always love me."

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"Suguru, I love you."

"Huh?"

"You love me?" you asked with a smile.

"Yes. I love you. Like no one else."

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"S-suguru... W-Why are you doing this to me...?" your voice echoed in his head in different tones. He loved one the most, the real one. A sobbing voice as you pulled away from him, terrified of the pain that suddenly hit you after he came close to you.

"This is not how we agreed when you said you love me..." he said, grabbing your wrists.

He pulled you closer, placing his hands on your back before wrapping them tightly around you. He held you like this whenever he wanted to be close. He was showing you his feelings. You loved him and he loved you. It was something you definitely know. That's why you don't understand why he acted like that. You felt yourself starting to relax as he touched you so gently now. It was so fun that it gave you a clear sign that you are safe. But your mind was telling you otherwise. Something happened.

You didn't even know what you did to him. Because you didn't hurt him at all.

Rubbing the nape again when he mercilessly grabbed you earlier so that you would look in his face, you lifted your head up to meet his piercing eyes.

"Suguru?" You groaned as you put your hand on his chest.

His heart was beating so fast. His eyes were boiling with anger. You don't know what happened. But now he was starting to calm down. His heart rate slowed, giving you some rest from your rage.

His face remained grave. Even in a slight grimace. He didn't look furious. He didn't frown or clench his jaw. the jaw was just serious now.

"What happened?" you asked.

You thought you made the biggest mistake by speaking now. Because his hands tightened tightly on your body. Fingers began to dig into your sides.

Something is definitely wrong. He didn't want to listen to you anymore.

"What happened? You're asking me what happened? You should know best what just happened." he hissed, clutching you tighter.

"Sugu–"

"Why don't you explain to me yourself?" He interrupted you as he leaned down.

"Wha–"

You broke when you suddenly saw his smile.

"Sweetheart... I love you so much. Aren't you the sweetest in this world? You know you deserve everything. I'll give it to you. I love you so much. However..."

His smile suddenly disappeared.

He leaned lower, putting his lips to your neck. He kissed lightly before inhaling hard at your scent. You heard a soft growl as he suddenly pulled away from you.

"However, all that's wrong with you right now is that you smell like him. This is the worst trouble." he said sharply. "Is that what's left of my innocent good girl?"

You heard a little dislike in his voice, and also some sadness. And that could not hide the disappointment.

"Is there only this left in you? A woman who, despite her love for me, is looking for someone else? I didn't expect this from you."

"But Suguru! It's not like that–!"

"Not like that? Do you think I should kill him quickly or watch him die in agony?" he ask as he grasped your chin as he entwined his other hand with yours. "Where did he touch you? How much?"

"S-Suguru. It's just a friend." You groaned as the words burned your gullet.

Suguru made you a promise. He said he wasn't going to kill people for you. That as soon as you're with him, he won't be like that. He said he would try to be normal. Throughout your relationship, he did his best for you. On one condition. You also had to promise him something.

"Friend or not, he is still a monkey. You are touched by a dirty life form. You can feel it." he frowned slightly.

You had no idea anyone could smell the difference. You smelled of your own deodorant and perfume. Nobody ever told you that you smell like Suguru, for example. You just hugged your friend as a greeting. Nothing else happened. But Suguru saw the change. You don't understand why anymore.

"I just hugged him. Really. Nothing more." You said almost in a panic.

"How much blame should I put on you? Tell me, isn't it right for you to be with me? You don't like being mine? "

"I don't– I love you. I don't want not to be with you... I didn't do anything to–"

"So remember one thing, no one has the right to touch you. And if they try, I'll take their hands off. If they reach out to you, they won't do it anymore. They will follow you, they will not go any further. They will stay on the ground. Understand?"

You shook your head hastily.

"Sweetheart... I don't like that smell. I want you to smell me again. Not one–" he broke off at the last moment when he saw your face.

His eyes softened immediately. Your mind has gone blank. Your Suguru is your Suguru. Everyone has the right to such behavior. And he deserves love in particular. He loves you. You love him.

His lips pressed against your neck again, nibbling on your side. The pleasant sting was coupled with sheer pain as his fangs nearly pierced your skin.

He was happy to smell you. But it was disrupted. You smelled different. You acted differently. He hated it. And the news that you met a friend was boiling inside him. He wanted you back next to him, so that you wouldn't go away to anyone else. You were his after all. And no one had the right to you except him. Just like you, you had a right to it.

"Baby, you are mine." He groaned as he moved away from the bite mark and left marks on your jaw.

"Yes, Suguru." you grunted as you raised your hand to entangle it in his long black hair.

"You will never go away with anyone."

"Yes."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Also Pulling your lips into a kiss, you could already feel his hands catching everything he could touch on your body. He used so much self-control not to murder your friend now. You were grateful to him for love. For care.

You loved him. This is your Suguru. And no one else.

You only have to be his. Nobody has to touch you. Only he can. Only he deserves you. You are everything to him. You cannot walk away from him.

"Don't go out that often. You are to be with me. You are to be mine always. Only I can hear your voice. Only I can touch you. Only I can see you. No one else, you understand? You belong to me, and no one can come close to you."

"I Understand." you muttered lowering your eyes. He took a few steps away looking at your spoiled figure. Messy hair, red marks on his skin from his murderous hugs. Clothes torn or even torn. All this to make you realize that you cannot show that your heart is empty.

You just have to submit to him. He shows his domination over you. It shows who you belong to.

You always knew you would love him. You will not stop. This black-haired man is driving you crazy.

You have to refuse to love him?

You love him with all your heart. Being jealous can be a little sweet. But you don't want him to murder. His jealousy is not normal. He is afraid, he doesn't want to lose you. He is your only one. You'll never find anyone else. He is your love. He tells you that he is for you for the rest of your life, as long as you are for him.

He will keep you with him no matter what.

"Suguru..." you grunted meekly as you raised your head to him.

"Yes sweetheart?" He smiled slightly looking carefully at everything you do.

Your hands rested on his chest as you moved them up and down, massaging his skin through the fabric of the T-shirt.

"I'm yours. And you are mine?" you asked twirling your finger on his muscles.

"If you belong to me, I belong to you." he muttered watching you grab his face to bring him down to your level. He stopped suddenly, not letting you drag him. "Not like that, baby. Remember who's in charge."

He moved his hand to your neck and wrapped his fingers around your neck before pressing two fingers against the tender points on either side of your neck. Immediately your back straightened, causing you to open yourself to him. He took this opportunity to put your lips together.

"Nobody's gonna take you from me. Even if I were to keep you here so you never leave this place." he said softly to your lips.

You trembled under his voice.

"Always keep what you told me, you promised me you would always love me. And it doesn't matter what I become." he whispered in your ear as his hands found your waist again. "Therefore, now that I am like this, you have no right to leave me. You can't stop loving me. You belong to me and you'll never change it, baby."

#jujutsu kaisen #geto suguru #jjk geto #jjk x reader #geto x you #yandere geto x reader #yandere geto suguru #yandere getou

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i-cant-sing · 9 months

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What happens to Teen Fushiguro in the Shibuya Arc after Kenjaku & Mahito kidnap her?

Ah yes, I forgot about this one. Okay, so I imagine that they take you underground or wherever their lair is and like idk... cast spells on you to keep you from using your powers against them. You continue to threaten them, hurl insults at them and they find it amusing because 1. You're a child 2. You don't even know how easily they could kill you. 3. You're a child, why are you trying to fight the boss fights??💀

Anyways, you grow on them and they do end up becoming yanderes for you too. I mean, Kenjaku is like grandfather/guardian figure to you, and if like Getou is still alive/concious inside him, then he's like an uncle/godfather figure to you. They're bothe very protective, Getou more than Kenjaku, while Kenjaku is more like those veteran granddads who want you to become the best version of yourself and be independent, so they don't help you unless they absolutely do need to step in, but nevertheless love you. And once you do learn whatever skill/lesson he wanted you to, or actually become independent, he does not want you to use those new skills or become independent and stop relying on him for "protection" (even if u don't want it in the first place) or leave him/try to replace him. Nuh uh.

Same goes for Getou too, only he's far more gentle with you. Of course he wants you to be stronger and independent too, but he's far more likely too jump in to help you way before any true harm befalls you. He's softer in his lessons, always has that gentle smile on his face as he dodges whatever attack you launch on him. Encouraging words as he pats your head while you're on the ground trying to catch your breath.

As for Mahito, he's much more like an annoying older brother who bullies you for shits and giggles but God forbid if anyone else hurts you. I mean he'd still make fun of you for getting hurt, but rest assured whoever harmed you is now obliterated.

Your time with them is spent with Kenjaku provoking you and finding whatever it is that makes you tick and then having you spar with curses or with Mahito (who takes great joy in being a jerk). And sure, compared to all of their other victims, you're in "paradise," but in reality, your mental is taking a plunge very fast. Because Kenjaku and Mahito have realised your trigger point-

Abandonment issues.

So they use that against you. Everyday, they tell you that your father left you, that Megumi never fought hard enough for you because he didn't like you, that Gojo knew Megumi had a sister but he didn't take you in with him, and that the Zenin clan did consider you a nuisance which is why they let Gojo take you to Jujutsu High, just so that Gojo can use you as a weapon.

And sure, you'd argue that none of it is true but when a lie is told enough times, it starts to feel like the truth. So with the constant feed of negative words and being cut off from the outside world, reader couldn't help but believe all those lies, and that's how her self esteem and mental health took a turn for worse. She becomes more isolated, more quiet, more... dead. She lacks the energy to fight off those curses, not even fazed as they come a little too close to actually killing you (obv Kenjaku or Mahito step in before they can). And this is the point where they think that now that they have broken you down, they can start building you up again... and have you join their side of the battle. Of course, you're still against that, just not putting any actual effort into reacting to them, but then... they bring Megumi.

Or well, Sukuna occupying Megumi's body.

You instantly recognised them both- recognised the shift in the energy, recognised the monster who was disguised as your brother and you broke down. Fell to your knees, sobbed hard enough for your body to shake until Sukuna gathered you in his arms and moved to a private space, away from prying eyes.

You cried and cried, and Sukuna didn't need you to actually say anything for him to understand. You were mourning for your brother, who you knew has a target on his back now that he was Sukuna's vessel, who wouldnt be leaving him so easily. He just patted your back and assured you that everything will be alright if you just listen to him, made you remember how he promised that he'd always be there for you, made you promise to stick by his side and nothing bad will ever happen to you.

"Sukuna?" Your teary voice croaked, the curse king hummed in response. "Promise you won't hurt Megumi? Won't let anyone else hurt Megumi?"

Despite everything, you still cared for your brother. You didn't really need him, but the way you begged... Sukuna didn't have the heart to say no.

"Okay. Only if you listen to me." You nodded, sniffling as you rested your head against his shoulder.

From there on, I think that Kenjaku will continue to help you weild your powers to become the perfect vessel for Sukuna (who has actually no intention of using you as a vessel, no he just wants you by his side for eternity, all for him to spoil and pamper). You follow Sukuna's rules, stay indoors and only come out when he let's you accompany him, sometimes he'd let you enter his domain expansion so that you could meet Megumi, who tries to convince you run for your life and don't worry about him.

Now, I like to think that a point comes when Gojo is finally free from the prison realm and is now ready to beat everyone's asses, and that's when Sukuna mentions how he has been having a good time with you, which only provokes Gojo to fucking murder him and even Megumi, before he finally decides to just beat his ass and look for you (probably when you stop Gojo from killing Megumi) and that's how Gojo ends up snatching you away as you scream for Sukuna to not kill Megumi, beg Gojo to let you go because Sukuna would kill Megumi if you're not there. And all of this sounds like Stockholm syndrome to Gojo and the gang, who again, keep you under lock and key.

#yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere jjk #yandere Kenjaku #yandere getou suguru #yandere geto suguru #yandere geto x reader #yandere getou #yandere geto #yandere mahito #yandere gojo saturo #yandere gojo satoru #yandere sukuna ryomen #yandere sukuna #yandere sakuna #yandere #yandere gojo #yandere gojo x reader

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holysugu · 1 year

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i’m half asleep typing this but i was thinking about yandere getou playing with your hair.

rough hands slipping through your hair, combing it through his fingers as you sit facing away from him. he’d lean in close, his looming form casting a dark shadow over you. his presence alone was heavy on you. you’d almost tremble from how close he was. it was all too much to handle. and yet you sat still and pliant. his to mold and play with. his to prod and tug on. there wasn’t much you could do even if you wanted to. once his hands took hold of something he wanted, there was no getting free.

#he makes me want to chew on my foot #it’s about the INTIMACY #FORCED PROXIMITY?#tw yandere #marie.thirsts #suguru<3 #yandere getou #getou x reader #geto x reader

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httpdollie · 5 months

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PERVY ROOMMATE! GETO X AFAB! READER

content warning: dark content! minors dni, non con recording, size kink, somno, dubcon, she/her pronouns, half is just pure smut and the other half of geto obsessed with you, manipulation, rich uni student! geto, little bit of gojo watching and joining, i didn’t proof read :0

minors and ageless block will get blocked!

requests and thirsts are open!

— GETO SUGURU

pervy roommate! geto met you through Shoko, she was your roommate before she transferred to a art college, you were 2 years younger than him and he thought you had the cutest smile and sweetest looking eyes (even if you refused to make eye contact with him)

pervy roommate! geto who immediately texted you, offering you a room to rent when he heard word from Shoko that you can’t afford to keep rented once your lease is finished

pervy roomate! geto who got concerned messages from Shoko asking why he’s offering his place when he doesn’t need extra money just to get a half ass reply of him “being nice” which she obviously didn’t believe

pervy roommate! geto who loved how shy you were not knowing it’s cause you were constantly flustered by him (i mean look at him)

pervy roommate! geto who is so good at the innocent act, just wanting to get into your pants at first, being so sweet and helpful when you first move in before he genuinely starts falling for you

pervy roommate! geto who so enamoured by you. he’s the type of guy who loves with his whole heart or not at all, and he didn’t know why he was so blindly in love with you; all he knew is that he needed you with his whole being.

pervy roommate! geto who finds every excuse in the book to touch you, he did it once in front of satoru makes and he never lets him live it down

and by every excuse i mean every, including things like grabbing something that you wanted, pressing his band against yours and handing it to you cause “he wanted something from the cupboard too” or putting his hand on the small of your back whenever he’s in close proximity to you

pervy roommate! geto who swears that your perfect for him and get lost in his own daydreams of you

pervy roomate! geto who steals your perfume and sprays it on his pillow to fall asleep

pervy roommate! geto who asks to watch horror movies with you all the time and always has arm around your shoulder, saying it’s cause he gets scared easily but just wants to hold you close when you jump or flinch

totally not to stare at your tits when you get scared

pervy roommate! geto who uses his social status to his advantage to make sure no one tries flirting with you on campus, and goes out of his way to walk you to your classes but of course you’re oblivious to this and cry to suguru about how ugly you feel and only calm down to his reassurance…

pervy roommate! geto who gets a little hard whenever he sees you in his sweaters, and when he comments on it you reply with “oh i’m sorry, i found it in my laundry and just put it on, is it okay?” which he obviously replies with yes, because he was the one who put it there in the first place

pervy roommate! geto who brings girls home who look like you and makes sure he has the headboard banging against the wall with them screaming his name loud enough for you to hear hoping you get jealous

and gets even more annoyed when you don’t comment on it so he eventually stops

pervy roommate! geto can’t help but rub his aching bulge whenever your back is turned, immediately palming his cock at the sight of your ass

pervy roommate! geto who jerks off to your instagram pics and cums all over his hand moaning about how he loves you

pervy roommate! geto who jerks off while you’re talking to him on the phone, getting off to your voice when your asking him about things you need for the house, he knows it’s pathetic but fucking loves it

pervy roommate! geto who can’t help but peak into your room when you masterbate, watching you, eyes closed with your fingers inside you cunt making him so hard he almost dropped his phone on the floor trying to take it out of his pocket to record you

pervy roommate! geto who surprises you with food all the time watching you eat the food he mixed his cum into

pervy roommate! geto who jerks off to you while you sleep, biting his lip holding back his moans trying not to cum on your face while your dirty panties are wrapped around his thick cock

pervy roommate! geto who takes pics of you in your cute hello kitty panties while sleeping

pervy roomate! geto who’s horniness gets the best of him when your drunk and asleep and uses your hand to jerk him off and feels guilty that he doesn’t feel that bad about doing it

pervy roommate! geto that’s so good at hiding his want for you, you would’ve never known if it weren’t for the pictures and missing pairs of panties you found in his room when looking for a lighter to borrow

pervy roommate! geto who keeps a eerily gentle smile on his face when you confront him and when you ask why he did it his smile goes wider befor he says “i don’t know, i just needed to see you” inching towards you

pervy roomate! geto who corners you, caressing and pressing kisses to your soft skin, telling you how you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen and how you’re perfectly made for him, and how happy he’ll make you if you give him a chance

pervy roommate! geto who doesn’t stop his antics after you find out, just openly being more obvious

pervy roomate! geto who’s version of damage control is buying you clothes and things you like while professing his love (obsession)

pervy roommate! geto who takes you to expensive restaurants tells you to dress pretty and pink and has to hide his boner half the night when you listen

pervy roommate! geto who’s almost cums in his pants when he apologizes to you again once you get back home and you say “I like it when you obsess over me.” so quietly he almost missed it and pretends he did but definitely remembers it

pervy roommate! geto who keeps pushing boundaries, his past cute touches now have his grabbing your ass, coming up behind you and slipping his hands up your shirt, massaging your tits

pervy roomate! geto who has you bent over the counter with you cute little skirt flipped up, his strong hands holding yours behind your back

“Such a tight little pussy! You look so cute with that cunt filled with cum.” He chuckled with amusement. After three rounds he was still hard and your pussy was dripping with cum. He was an animal, he thought your legs giving out and strained voice was cute, teasing you for giving in; finally having you to himself, he couldn’t hold himself back anymore.

“Oh fuck! it’s too much!” You cried out, making Geto deliver a swift slap to your ass.

“Are you saying you want me to stop angel?”

He pulled out, cock running down your puffy wet slit, smearing his cum all over just to hear you whine. “No… please ‘guru.” Your words slurred as you begged.

“Please what?”

“Please use me! Your cock feels ‘so good!”

“Now take it like a good slut and stop whining, you look so pretty taking my cock, don’t you princess?”

pervy roommate! geto who buys you cute outfits to wear around the house, practically drooling anytime he catches you actually wearing them, grabbing your ass and tits trying to feel you up telling you how he loves when yours a good girl and listen to him

pervy roommate! geto who sees you cooking dinner and lifts up your dress and apron just to take pictures of your ass and pussy in the cute lacy panties he bought you

pervy roommate! geto who answers facetimes while fucking you, flipping the camera and showing them how good his pretty slut can take his cock

pervy roommate! geto who has gojo watch him fuck you like a doll after you all went out drinking, telling Satoru about how tight you are and how he knows how badly he wants to use you before offered your mouth to help him cum

pervy roommate! geto who gets annoyed when you tell him you have to go to class instead of another round with him.

“why are you still bothering with class? clearly you need another load in you”

#— dolly writes #— dolly’s dark thoughts 💭#jjk x reader #jjk smut #geto suguru smut #geto suguru x reader #yandere jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #getou smut #yandere geto suguru #getou suguru x reader #suguru geto x y/n #getou suguru smut #yandere!geto suguru x reader #yandere! jjk #yandere! geto #yandere geto

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