Geto Comfort - Tumblr Posts

Hii! I saw that your requests were open so here I am :]

I was wondering if you could do something with gojo and geto taking care of their s/o who maybe got badly injured during a mission or smn

feel free to ignore it baby<3

||Don't die|| written by me

🔞 Gojo x reader/Geto x reader| Minors DNI| TRIGGER WARNING 🔞

Tags:Blood,comfort,hospital(Gojo),injuries,bandages,healing,cussing(Geto),

i'm no english native so sorry for some mistakes

P.s:sorry if i made it too angstu but i hope you like it anon!

please reblog 🔁 and like❤️

Edit:sorry sweetie I think I got carried away in Geto's part :p

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Gojo

You waked up in a hospital room with tubes everywhere. Satoru is sitting next to the bed with his hands clasped on top of his knees. There's a vase full of flowers that probably were sent from friends and family members of you. A ring on his finger. There's no one else in the room. You're alone.

"How are you feeling?" Satoru asks, looking at you with a worried face. His clear blue eyes look like oceans that want to drown you with it's depths. Satoru is gorgeous.

flashes of the battled runned trough your head you hissed "like i almost died…?"

"You were bleeding a lot, you could still be dying. The doctor said you're stable but we have to wait a little more.." He sighs. It seems like he's the one that is going to fall apart from anxiety soon. Satoru doesn't know what he would do without you.

The silence between you two becomes uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry.." His voice breaks a little. Satoru swallows his tears.

"it's fine..you're fine no?" You jolted as you felt a sharp pain were the curse hitted you "it was worth it no?"

Satoru's hands are rubbing gently your forehead to relieve you from your pain. He seems to want to do more but he holds himself back. The hand of your uninjured arm feels so strong, as he holds it to his chest.

"I'm fine, now that you're fine." He sighs with relief because you're smiling a little. But the worry on his face gets worse with your pain.

"You killed the special grade… You're such a badass. Was it worth it?" His voice is lower than usual.

"I.." You swallow. The pain. The blood. The scars. The memory of the mission. He doesn't need to know all of those details. This moment is already painful enough. You bite your lip.

"I don't regret anything."

Satoru seems satisfied. He's still worried. Yet he's smiling. The grip of his hand increases. He wants to hold you to him so bad. He wants to comfort you in so many ways….

"You should rest."

"I'm not tired…" You mumble.

"I know, but you need to…" He answers while playing with your thumb.

His free hand caress your head to bring you comfort. The moment between you is charged with love, intimacy.

"Go to sleep...just for a little while…" He wants to add 'in my arms' But he doesn't. He keeps caressing you, hoping you would fall asleep.

You nod. The drugs given to you make you tired and everything gets blurry, you feel relaxed. Satoru continues caressing your head, holding your hand, playing with your thumb, whispering soothing words, trying to make you rest… You can't resist. It feels so good, so warm… You fall asleep. Satoru's eyes watch you fall asleep quietly, tears falling from his eyes with relief.

He kisses your forehead, closes the blinds of the room. He sighs and finally lays on his chair next to your bed, falling asleep too.

GETO

He's careful with you, as if you're a rare and fragile piece of glass. Each movement is cautious and tender; he adjusts the pillows behind your head, the blankets around you, ensuring that you're comfortable. You lean into his touch, closing your eyes as he mumbles reassurances and gently strokes your hair. He smells of leather and earth, and his body exudes warmth. Your fingers curl in his, and you feel comforted by his presence.

You jolt as a rush of pain radietated from your bandeged wound

Geto's eyes snap open in alarm. He's by your side in an instant, studying the source of your pain. His thumb traces over the bandage covering the wound, his expression filled with concern. He's so close, his breath brushing over your skin. You look up at him, meeting his gaze. He doesn't flinch, and his eyes are full of empathy for the pain you're in.

He's gentle, but firm as he examines your wound, looking for any sign of an infection or worsening status of the injury.

"Let me see it" he says, his voice gentle. You hesitate for a moment, then nod and pull the blanket down, allowing him to examine the injury. You wince once when he probes at the bandaged area, but beyond that, the pressure of his fingers feels soothing rather than painful.

"How's the pain?" he asks after a few moments. His arms wrap tighter around you as he speaks, and you can feel the warmth of his body even through layers of blankets and pillows. "Does it feel better, or do I need to change the dressing?"

"the second…" you mumbled feeling weak a nd you trembled when the blood rushed out staining the bandages

“Don’t move” he says as he stands up, his voice a soft command that you find yourself obeying on impulse. His arms gently release their grip around you, but his fingers trail down your back as he pulls away. He crosses the room to his desk, rifling through a cabinet drawer as he grabs fresh bandages and disinfectant. Once he has everything he needs, he returns to the bed, sitting beside you and carefully removing the old bandages.

"Does it still hurt?" he asks after a time. The pressure on your body is still comforting, and his words are like a comforting presence. You nod again, and he frowns and makes a sound of distress as if he wishes he could do more for you. Without a word, he pulls you closer to himself, and you lean your head into his shoulder without even realizing it.

"Can I ask you something?" he asks. You don't notice the time slipping by as the two of you lie like this, his arm around your waist, his body radiating heat that warms you through. You nod slightly, and he sighs before starting to speak again. "I don't know why I'm so affected by seeing you hurt. I should be used to it, shouldn't I? Seeing people injured is part of my job. But with you…"

"With you it's different," he says. There's a slight rasp to his voice, and he seems to be searching for the words. "Seeing you hurt reminds me that you're not invincible. And I…" His hands tighten around you, and you can feel him squeeze you against him as if he wants to protect you from all the worlds dangers at once.

"I just hate seeing you in pain" he continues. "I know it's silly, but I want you to be safe more than anything. I want you to have a life where you don't have to worry about getting injured or hurt or sick." He pauses for a few moments, trying to collect his thoughts. "So… maybe this is me being selfish" he continues "but when you're hurt, I'm reminded of how vulnerable you are and how much it scares me."

"I know that's stupid" he adds quickly. "You're not a child that needs protecting. But I guess I just can't help it. I just…" He trails off, then shakes his head. "Just forget I said anything," he says with a wave of his hand. "It doesn't matter. You just rest up. I'll take care of you until you're better."

"no…i like it when you worry about me" You smiled weakly "it makes you..human…"

He freezes, his eyes narrowing as if he couldn't quite believe what he'd just heard. "Human?" he says slowly. "Are you saying that you think I'm normally not human?"

"you feel so cold and scary sometimes that's all but deep deep down you have a heart a beating one"

You chuckle slightly and rest your head back against his chest. "So, what now?" you ask after a minute. He gives a shrug. "Right now? You sleep. You're injured, after all."

"Right." You smile, but the truth is you don't feel very tired. Your body still aches all over, and the dull, throbbing pain from the wound is enough to keep you awake.

Still, you lean into his arms, resting your head against his shoulder. He pulls the blanket a little tighter around you, and you close your eyes, trying to relax.

"You still can't sleep" he observes quietly after a few moments. You blink at him and try to come up with an answer but find yourself coming up blank. "Yeah" you say finally "I guess I just don't think that the pain is going to let me sleep anytime soon."

"What if I give you something for the pain?" he offers. "A small dose. You'd hardly get any rest, but it would help you fall asleep now."

"i don't like needles Ru-ru" You cooed

"No need for needles" he replies, and you notice the slight smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "I'll just give you a pill."

His arms loosen around you, and then you feel his hand move around until it finds your chin. His other arm reaches over toward the dresser, and he brings a pill over to you between two fingertips. "Here, open up."

You open your mouth obediently, and he places the pill on your tongue. It tastes slightly bitter, and when he offers you some water to wash it down, you quickly down the whole glass. You sigh and close your eyes, ready to fall asleep. You can hear him shuffling around the room, presumably putting away the supplies he'd used earlier.

When he settles back in the chair beside you, you feel his arm wrap around your waist once again. "I'll be here with you until you fall asleep" he murmurs gently. "Don't worry. I won't let anything happen to you."

You nod slightly and close your eyes, trying to settle yourself. The pill should be kicking in any moment now. You feel a heavy haziness envelop you, making it almost difficult to keep your eyes open. And yet still, you cling to the warmth that you feel from his arms around you.

Suguru comforting you after a fight with your dad ᡣ𐭩 a/n: self-indulgent af mb 😭

You huff as you walk into Suguru's apartment, borderline slamming the door behind you and running to his sofa. There, you curl into yourself, your arms wrapped around your bent legs that you hold up to your chest, burying your face on your knees.

Suguru walks around the sofa to sit beside you, placing his hand on your back and rubbing it up and down in a comforting fashion, a sigh falling from his lips.

"Hey, hey, hey... What's wrong?" He asks, his tone low and quiet as he lovingly caresses your back. You sniffle, shaking your head, your sobs soft and almost inaudible, but it's obvious you need to let it out.

"Just... 's my dad," You mumble, lifting your head up from your knees just a bit to bat your lashes at him, your eyes wet and glassy, cheeks red and tear-stained. Suguru hums, nodding his head. Then, he pulls you closer, shifting your position so you're seated on his lap.

"Your dad? Aw, baby," Suguru plants a kiss on the top of your head, then rests his chin on the top of it. He removes his hand from your back so he can encircle your curled form in a protective hug, slowly rocking you back and forth. "You're upset and you have every right to be, okay? Don't worry, doll, I love you," his voice is gentle and caring, it's enough to make you feel safe and allow yourself to be vulnerable with him.