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{SMAU}: poly! satosugu texts <3.

{warnings}: profanity, suggestiveness.

pre-relationship:

during satosugu:

establishing relationship:

this was so long overdue!! but here we go <3

-x-x-x-x-x-

Another Gojo x Geto <3

This is gonna be my new wallpaper!

A lil' drawing of Satosugu <3

I love the simplicity of the art style!

Took some inspo from Howl's Moving Castle, and thought this would be nice!

It's based off this image which I found cute:

"That's my boy!"

For anyone who wants to use this as a wallpaper/icon (If ur putting it as a pfp or icon, do give me credit or istg I will come after you-) <3

Hope this makes someone's day!

Another day, another piece of Fanart

Pretty proud of this one!

Where Our Blue Is

SKIN (Satosugu)

First FanFic ever! SatoSugu's last moments together.

Hey chat, decided to dabble a bit in the insanity that is the relationship Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto had that was unjustly cut short. Now, I suffer every day because thoughts about what once was plague my mind with each passing minute.

I think I will call this, Skin, ig.

Thoughts raced through Satoru’s head as he started wide-eyed at the man he once called his other half and always greeted with the brightest smiles one could humanly display, a smile that was able to convey almost all the love he had for him in the simplest form of a greeting.

A man whose very existence changed the trajectory of the way his life was meant to play out, how everyone expected his life to play out who knew one man would be such an anomaly in his perfect superhuman life? With him there it wasn’t just about being the strongest to be the strongest. it was about being the strongest to make sure he could protect him.

A man who at the slightest brush against his skin would send electric shocks and tingles through the other body, a sensation he never believed he could ever experience.

That skin like it was laced with narcotics left Satoru longing for something more. He always wanted something more in his mind he deserved it after all he had been restraining himself from the cravings rumbling and turning his insides into pure mush, being teased so much by Suguru had been pure hell for him so much so every time they got close enough it would send his buds into a frenzy.

He knew Suguru’s skincare routine sometimes he would watch and then after a while he memorized it all and would recite back to Suguru to tease, stating he wouldn’t want him to forget the steps he took to maintain the perfection that was his skin.

Skin. He knew he had kept it the same after all these years. He would use a cleanser, then a cucumber face mask, full body exfoliation every three days, sometimes every day depending on how dirty a mission he returned from had gotten.

Lemon-scented toner would follow right after, and then the placement of pearled serum droplets on the corner and edges of his face, he would do this with full concentration, staring at his face through the mirror making sure the pearls were equal, and then he would take his slender perfectly veined hands to massage the concoction into his skin.

Satoru would sometimes walk into the bathroom just to watch him, stare at him while he longed to ask if he could try rubbing the serum in, his excuse would be curiosity to feel its texture because he had no reason to go through such a well thought out extensive care routine so he had never felt the stickiness of a facial serum. In actuality, he just wanted to stand in front of Suguru and stare into his brown orbs while lovingly caressing his face.

This sensation he craved so much to experience time and time again, so much so that he trained himself to lower one of the most powerful cursed techniques to ever be discovered just for a feeling. Longing to hold Suguru’s face, his hands to be intertwined with his, and maybe even a staring contest, the lights would be dimmed but the brightness of his eyes would be just enough for both of them to see so clearly.

A man whose charred woody scent with a hint of leftover incense sticks clouded his head even with his sweet bakery-like scent struggled to keep up, maybe he intended to turn his fragrance down as to elevate Suguru’s aroma for self-intoxication.

He was always drugged by Suguru’s presence.

He always wanted more.

Suguru’s ears had always been so tantalizingly alluring, he had always wanted to nibble, no bite, push out the hoop earring with his tongue, and play with the loose skin with his teeth. He had always wondered what Suguru would do, how he would react, how his breath would change, the sensual sensations he would be flooded with. Whether Suguru would push him away or pull him closer. How far they would go.

If Satoru could consume him whole, while still having him be around to watch and hold him while he tore through Suguru’s skin, this would be a high. His highest high would be, to have Suguru all to himself, every day, every hour, every second. No one else could have him.

Even after not seeing him for so long he could remember what he smelled like, what he felt like, and what he tasted like. How the air would taste when they would be so close, lips nearly colliding, letting the musk of their two distinctive smells clash together like a battle for dominance over the other, because they couldn't both be the strongest, there was always one obvious winner.

A man whose velvety dark hair shone ever so brightly in the moonlight, long and full of floral scents. It was like the Flowers surrounding the forest trees and shrubs and the moss accepted Satoru’s slender hands to run through them, caressing and sniffing the petals with the tiny perfume molecules escaping into his nose that made his head spin pulling him more into a drunken daze.

The man who made him care this much, the man who showed him he hadn't cared enough, there he was slumped on a wall, wounded and bloody, silent but still breathing.

“Satoru. You're late.”

Even after he had just given his all to try to survive against Yuta’s counters in response to the fight he had instigated, even after he had lost his arm he still had enough strength in him to purr out Satoru’s name one more.

All he could do was stare.

“To think you'd be the one here at my end.”

He stood there and started, thoughts still racing through his head he thought, ‘his hair is longer.’

As he maintained eye contact with Suguru’s back, his eyes although sparked were laced with faint sadness, speckles of royal blue swirls contained within a baby blue orb that pierced through Suguru's slowing heartbeat. Although the conversation they were having was very mellow, with eyes alone a whole different, deep, and heartbreaking conversation was going on.

“You sent those two assuming I'd beat them, didn't you?”

‘Why didn't you come earlier to see me.’

“I trusted you.”

‘I’m sorry.’

“Trusted that a man as principled as you wouldn't kill off young sorcerers without a reason.”

Suguru laughs.

“Trust, huh.”

‘I hoped you’d come to me.’

“I don't think I had any of that left.”

…

It's like something Suguru Geto did was just to lure Satoru Gojo closer to him, and quicken their reunion. Quicken his inevitable end.

Satoru's breathing relaxed, his tone was soft and his eyes scrambled to take one last final shot of the beautiful deadly man in front of him to hold on for eternity.

“Do you have any last words?”

He exhaled.

“No matter what anyone says,” he sways, “I hate those monkeys.”

Satoru's heart tightens, his morality racing.

“But I never held any hatred for those in jujutsu high.”

…

“I just couldn't wear a heartfelt smile in this world.”

‘Were we not enough to be your world,’ This thought lingered in his mind, ‘Was I-'

He stopped himself.

The sadness he couldn't express in any way was weighing on him, he couldn't do anything to stop Suguru's death, and he couldn't go anywhere to stop himself from watching. There was no one to call, no one to help such star-crossed lovers.

“Suguru..”

For the first time since the end of the fight, for the first time since forever he called out his name and he listened. Suguru turned to meet Satoru's searching bright eyes, But he had crouched down and his hair swooped down like blinds, he could only see small peaks of sharp blue through white.

Satoru opens his lips to speak once more, and once he starts he doesn't stop.

Suguru's eyes widened in surprise, he wasn't sure what he was expecting the great and powerful Satoru Gojo to say to his bounty as it died in his presence but it wasn't such longing and yearning words expressing lost feelings and missed tenderness.

Suguru had honestly tried to make Satoru hate him, hate him so much so that he could die with no regrets so that when Satoru had finally caught up to him it would be so much easier for him to forget all the moments they had shared in their youth, after all letting him go in front of the restaurant had to be just for the trills of the chase right?

Not immediately finding him a day, a week, a month, a year, or years after, was just to build up climax till when he got to finally see Suguru Geto dead and punished for all his crimes to laugh at his face and mock him for embracing the false sense of security Satoru had placed by staying away from him for nearly 10 years, right?

“At least hit me with some curses at my end.”

Geto smiled and threw his head back, sucking up one last big breath of air, it was crisp and cold, and sad.

He could taste the pain and sadness but also the signature sweet smells radiating off Satoru who was about 4 feet away from his own body.

‘So this is how he's truly felt..’ He thought, his head was growing lighter.

‘Wherever I end up at all, I’ll wait for him to come to me.’

He couldn't touch him, he couldn't feel the sparks, he couldn't dare to be so selfish and savor what was left just in hopes it would somehow lessen the growing hole inside his heart.

Suguru was Satoru's best friend.

He should have made an excuse to rub the serum in just to caress his face.

He should have bit his ears, he should have seen how far they'd go.

He should have leaned in for kisses whenever they'd get close enough and just shrugged it off or come up with an excuse, Suguru should have probably let it slide and shrugged it off.

He should have consumed him whole. He should have held on to him tightly, gone after him more, searched for him, and cried to him begging for him to turn himself in just so they could at least stay together.

He should have killed for him. Anything.

Now he was left with light lips, empty lips, longing quivering lips.

Those lips parted, staring down at his one and only, his one, and only.

YOLO!

Y/n: How am I gonna tell your family and friends I'm pregnant?

Gojo: Don't worry, I got you.

*Later at dinner*

Gojo's dad: *chokes at dinner*

Gojo: Oh no! Grandpa needs

water!

Gojo's mom:

Gojo's dad:

Nanami:

Megumi:

Yuuji:

Nobara:

Shoko:

Geto:

Y/n:

The whole jujutsu world:

Kid Megumi: I want my daddy!

Y/n: I want your daddy too

Gojo: Y/N NOOOO-

Gojo Saturo headcanons

Y'all be like "Gojo is manwhore" in every fucking fanfic but tbh I think he was that kinda guy who would be nervous around y/n. He'd be stuttering wherever he tries to make a convo or causally talk to y/n. He make such a big deal about that his crush (y/n) talked to him to Geto(when in reality y/n just asked him for directions)

He'd be a blushing mess if y/n complimented him for example:

Gojo: I'm an idiot!

Y/n: A cute one at that;)

Gojo: *red as tomato*

He is quite possessive when it comes to y/n but he is totally down for threesome if it's w/ Geto or Nanami

And when (y/n) and Gojo finally get together. He- this man would cherish her- no scratch that he'd worship her. Whenever he is out working overboard, he'd send (y/n) pics of anything and everything.

Cheating. Noway like he know no-one else can tolerate his manchild ass.

Gojo loves it when you are the one in control and he wouldn't even deny it.

He'd do matching profiles.

If you two got in an argument, I can see him crying and begging u to forgive him even if it was your fault.

tw: violence, mentions of blood, mentions of drinking, alludes to psychotic break, not proofread (sorry :3)

It's a mess. A huge, disturbing mess. Crimson stains the walls, it soaks through your clothes, making it stick to your body uncomfortably. Your hair, usually combed back and styled perfectly into place, is an array of tangles, sticking up in all directions. Sweat slowly beads down your temple, your chest rising and falling in deep, ragged breaths.

Your eyes move across the room, taking in the damage you'd just dealt. A storm rages within you, your rampant bloodfest had done little to settle your inner turmoil. Your eyes settle on a lone figure, standing in the middle of the room, rigid and unmoving. Their head is tilted down, eyes locked on a singular form before them.

Your footsteps echo in the silent room, menacingly slow, though the figure does not turn their head, they don't acknowledge your presence. They stay rooted in place, their eyes never leaving the person in front of them. When you get close enough, you see the faint signs of life your poor victim still clings to. The unsteady rise and fall of their chest, their blood spilling from their wounds, pooling around their limp form.

Tilting your head ever so slightly, your eyes trail up their body, taking in the number of wounds, and the amount of blood being lost before you find yourself staring into deep, piercing pools of brown. His eyes. A pretty sight they were, pinning you in place with such an intensity it had your breath quickening. Taking him in, you realize just how handsome the poor man was.

Pale skin, tired eyes that bore into yours, a strong nose, sharp jaw, and soft-looking lips parted with his ragged breathing. His chest rises and falls slowly now, each ragged breath he takes looks as painful as the wounds all over his body. Narrowing your eyes, you lean over, reaching out to put the poor man out of his misery, when a strong hand reaches out and grips your wrist with enough force to break it.

"Don't touch him."

It's icy, the way he speaks to you. Like the coldest winter day you could ever imagine times ten. There's a singular emotion within his tone. Rage. It bubbles up in his gut and threatens to overflow when his eyes meet yours. His eyes...they were something else entirely. Bright blue eyes, ablaze with pure, raw emotion, locked on yours in a battle of sheer will.

"Get away."

It's amusing. The way he thinks he holds some sort of power over you. The way he thinks he can order you around. As if he was the one who destroyed the very ballroom you were standing in. It was amusing. Your wrist is still held captive in his crushing hold, his grip never faltering, as you finally open your mouth to speak.

"Why? What will you do if I touch him? If I don't go away? Will you kill me? I'm the only one who can save him at this point. Surely you must know that. You don't strike me as a stupid person." Tilting your head, you continue, fighting off the smug smile that threatens to give away how much you're enjoying this tormenting game you've forced these men to play.

"Or maybe you are stupid. Maybe you think you're the only one who can save him because you're so strong? Is that it? Is your ego so high that you have to send away the only being that could possibly save your...what is he? Your friend? Lover? Tell me. I'd love to waste more time and hear about why you think you hold power over the situation right now."

It's fascinating, the way his jaw clenches at your words, the way his eyes flash dangerously with emotion. His grip tightens around your wrist even more, and you can feel your wrist beginning to crack under his hold. "Shut up. Or I'll kill you where-"

Before he can finish his sentence, his friend manages to speak from below, his voice nothing but a raspy whisper. "Satoru...leave her be." Satoru. What a beautiful name for a beautiful creature. Now if you could get the name of his friend-

"Suguru, don't move. I'll get you out of here. Just stay still." Ah, Suguru. Your eyes flicker down to watch as Satoru drops to his knees beside his friend, his hands reaching out to touch him yet hesitating midair, unsure of himself. Suguru can only smile weakly, eyes flashing in pain as they meet yours, his mouth moving slowly as his words come out strained.

"Forgive his manners...he's always been passionate." How peculiar. Even at death's door, this man finds it in himself to apologize for his friend's behavior. To smile at you - the person responsible for the pain he's in. His behavior has your eyes narrowing, head tilting to the side slightly as you gaze back at him, your hand twitching at your side.

Satoru reaches out to gently brush stray hairs from his friend's face, shushing him and scolding him halfheartedly as crimson begins soaking through his pants. As you gaze down at the two of them, something about them piques your interest. A sort of lightbulb going off in your head, it makes your entire demeanor soften a small degree.

Satoru must sense the slight shift in the ballroom, because he lifts his head to look at your, eyes still a raging storm of emotion, yet there's something else in his blue orbs. A silent plea, a desperate question in his gaze that you recognize even before he opens his mouth. "Help him."

It brings a smile to your face, watching the man before you struggle to contain his emotions, yet wear his heart on his sleeve at the same time. You don't know what exactly comes over you - perhaps it's the drink you'd had or the way you crave to have power beyond imaginable - but you find yourself placing a hand on Suguru's chest, a faint light of gold flashing briefly before you pull back, watching as his eyes drift shut.

Satoru's eyes widen, staring down at his friend's limp form, clenching his jaw as tears fill his beautiful eyes. His head whips towards you, fist raising only to be caught in yours, a bored expression on your features - yet your eyes flash dangerously. "Pick him up. I suggest you follow me quickly; I can only keep him stable for so long." Spinning on your heel, you make your way towards the exit, stepping over the bodies that litter the once pristine ballroom floor, expecting him to follow.

Your eyes flicker over the faces of your old coworkers, lingering on the few you called 'friends'. Such friends they turned out to be, pathetic dolls used by the higher-ups. It was unfortunate that you had to kill everyone here, but seeing as you couldn't get to the root of your rage, you believe this was compensation enough. For now, anyways.

Though, it surprised you to have survivors, as you never had any before. You wondered just how they had survived, it was amazing really. Your power knew no bounds, it coursed through your veins unrestrained. Untamed. Wild. Recklessly. Ironically enough, those were the same words that had been thrown at you by the higher ups. Unrestrained, untamed, wild, reckless. Like you were an animal.

An animal made for slaughter. In their eyes, every single sorcerer was meant for this cruel game of life and death. Though, most sorcerers met their demise much too early, as you'd learned throughout your career - if you could even call it that. You'd driven yourself mad, crazed with the images that plagued your mind day and night. You had no rest, no solace, no safe haven to separate your work life from your personal one. Everything was merged into a hazy blur.

Grueling mission after grueling mission, you'd been pushed to the brink. Your emotions had spilled over the crystal you'd barely managed to keep from overflowing. It was a bloodbath, much like the one you had created tonight, yet this one had casualties beyond what most sorcerers had witnessed. You were a lost cause; nobody could reach you through the fog and walls you had put up to shield yourself from the outside world.

You were supposed to be getting treated, get a break at the very least, or that's what you'd been told. It'd been by complete accident that you'd found out the truth - that your fate had been determined by the higher-ups. You were meant to be executed; the bigger blow was that you would die at the hands of the very people you fought every day to protect. The people you called your friends. That had truly been your final straw, and you'd fled that very night.

You'd been on the run ever since, evading the sorcerers who'd been searching for you Up until a few months ago, when they'd given up on finding you. You'd plotted your revenge for weeks, finding the perfect opportunity to execute your plan of mass murder. A party for the higher-ups or something along those lines. You hadn't paid much attention to the details, driven solely by the satisfaction of giving just a sliver of the pain you'd felt back to the very people who'd dealt it to you.

Only to find out those people, those bastards, weren't even going to attend. It was just a party of acknowledgement, a show of appreciation to the animals who tormented you for years. You'd been outraged when you'd realized, your emotions bubbling up from deep within you until everything exploded. Now, however, as you glance over your shoulder, spotting Satoru striding after you with Suguru nestled safely in his arms, you wonder if maybe everything truly did work out in the end.

And when Satoru's eyes meet yours, his flashing with emotion - raw, untamed, wild, unrestrained emotion - you don't wonder anymore. You know. You know that everything worked out in your favor, because you can see it. That same crazed look in his beautiful eyes, the look you wore for months during your line of work. It's there, perhaps not as strong as yours, but you know it's there. Buried deep down within him.

Glancing down at Suguru, watching his chest rise and fall slowly, you wonder just what exactly would push Satoru into the same madness you fell into.

Perhaps you can give him a nudge in the right direction.

Tonight.

I loved this, I fr fr need a part two it

꘎ out of sight

❪ ❁ ❫ Satoru Gojo & Suguru Geto

⚘ black fem reader! neighbors gojo & geto, the boys are kinda yandere, bxb hand jobs, y/n play’s with herself, geto and gojo rub against each other *wink*, pillow hunching, kissing, they watch reader through cameras, obsessive behavior, gojo & geto are married!

gojo and geto were you typical married neighbors. they seemed so happy together; which they were. but like every couple they had their own.. secrets.

when they had gotten themselves a new neighbor in the early summer months, they didn’t realize how much of an effect it would have on them

when they watched the young girl grab boxes out of her car repeatedly, their bodies and mindes urged them to talk to her. to hear her sweet voice, and just how they expected it was sweet.

so sweet; that they wanted to hear her talk all the time. the first signs of their obsession was when they would both have conversations with her, and record them just to replay it whenever they found themselves needing to hear her soft giggles or cheery hellos.

the second, was them constantly texting her and asking for her whereabouts. they didn’t care for the time, or how dark it was, they never failed to make up some lame excuse to get to speak to her

the third, final sign was them sneaking into her house and setting up camera’s everywhere. how the small acts went to drastic measures, only because both geto and gojo couldn’t stop imagining their sweet neighbor between the two of them.

but if you were to ask geto and gojo, they would say they were hopelessly in love.

“look honey, our little love left us a gift” it was normal for them to sit in their bed and watch y/n on the tv screen. it was like one of their favorite things to do — together of course

y/n’s body lied on her bed, her room dark, except of the hello kitty lap she had sitting on her nightstand.

her body was free of any clothes giving both men the view of a lifetime. they both observed every single detail of her pretty little body from her beautiful pudgy stomach, play boy belly ring, to her scrunched up french tip toes.

her moans were soft but powerful. they fit her so well. she sounded angelic, desperate for an orgasm like she wasn’t the one who was pleasing herself.

her middle and pointer finger viciously rubbed at her clit. her pussy seeping so bad that it made her wetness drip to her soft pink sheets and the fabric dampen.

just when geto was about to turn it off, not wanting to invade anymore of the poor girls privacy, he heard his husbands moans as well.

taking his eyes off the screen he turned to gojo who was rubbing his dick; thumb circling his head and eye wide staring at the tv’s view.

“what are you doing?”

“w-we have to take advantage of this honey. no telling when’s the next time we’ll see this, let alone have her” geto though over what he should do, battling the good and bad voice in his head, but ultimately decided to go with his dick

the room grew hot, the mens, moans growing in sync with one another. hands intertwined while they pleased themselves. y/n’s moans fastened, her orgasm near and hole clenching against the air giving an amazing view to the hidden camera

“s-so closeee” clenching the sheet in her hand, her body shook as her sweet cream oozed out of her hole, making gojo’s mouth water as if he could taste it

“come baby. cum with our pretty girl” finally moving their eyes from the screen, the pair looked at each other and leaned in for a kiss. their tongues swirled against one another’s, spits colliding, and cum shooting out into the air falling over one another and on thier velvet duvet

they through the moment was over, that they would get that one powerful experience and be done. but y/n’s moans never stopped. if anything they grew more needer, louder for another release

pulling back from each other, their eyes grew wide at the new view in front of them. y/n’s hips rutted against her grey pillow, pussy juices smearing into the pillow case and fabric rubbing against her clit just right

“g-gojooo! mm, mr.geto” the air in the room had suddenly grew tight. their cocks had rose once again, balls filled with another load to cum again with their girl.

“she said our names” geto chuckled pushing his hair out of his face and looking at his husband with a raised eyebrow

“we can’t keep her waiting hm?” satoru bit his lip moving on his knees. he grabbed a tight hold of both his and geto’s cock pushing them together. turning their heads to the tv screen, their hips moved forward, rubbing against each other

“that’s right pretty girl. so damn close for us huh?” moving his hand to rest of gojo shoulders. suguru threw his head back, tip dripping with pre cum making it easier to move faster

“ya there baby?” gojo let out a needy moan his eyes closing tight, he tried to let out words to let his husband know that he was cumming, but before he knew it his cum had squirted all over geto

“that’s my good boy” geto gently slapped gojo’s cheek still moving himself against his cock. his eyes looked at the tv screen one last time seeing y/n lazily laying on her bed, legs spread and pussy pulsating

“mm shit” grabbing ahold of gojo’s hair, geto let out a string of cuss his cum falling over the bed, yet again. the husbands fell together on the bed, curling into one another’s their eyes shutting from tiredness.

just as they were halfway asleep, a gasp was heard from the tv making them sit up yes wide. the tv displayed y/n looking directly into the camera tapping the frame repeatedly.

“is this a fucking camera?”

tagging! @venusflytrapstar @rayemelanin @sirenspider @jellymantra33 @valykzenn @tinie03 @kanekisfavoritegf

All of these mad me sad frfr I legit cried I’m gonna be real

But I love both the original and the alternative ending. Both were great in there own ways and I loved them.

always the bridesmaid never the bride

“ . . . I was there too, Satoru, — those summers belonged to me as much as they belonged to you, he was mine as much as he was yours.”

⠀ ⠀⠀You heard about what happened to one of your lovers, Geto Suguru — what he did to the villagers, how he killed them en masse. You don't believe what Yaga says, you don't believe what the higher-ups scream at you — saying that the current Geto Suguru is a criminal and a murderer. You covered your ears so tightly that you didn't hear anything — not even Satoru's cries every night in the silence of the night.

⠀ ⠀⠀You ran, kept running and running, carrying your feet to Suguru. You have to see him, you have to hear everything from him. He should say that everything was just a misunderstanding and he didn't do anything and looking at you with his purple eyes, he should tell you that everything was just a misunderstanding — you hope. You keep running no matter your heart starts to deflate and constrict, you can't stop running, too afraid that if you stop then everything will come true. You don't care about the heat of the sun piercing your skin.

⠀ ⠀⠀You arrive at a temple that is familiar to you. Seeing the building makes it even more impossible to breathe. You pushed open the large wooden door with force. Your steps stopped when you saw a black-haired man standing not far from you with a gojo-kesa covering his tall body. You'd recognize that back anywhere, you'd recognize his scent anywhere.

⠀ ⠀⠀ Geto Suguru.

⠀ ⠀⠀Suguru turned around and he smiled when his eyes caught your figure. He smiled warmly until his eyes formed a thin curve. He opened his arms wide, welcoming you with all his heart. You didn't have a second thought to run up to him and jump into his arms— so hard that his body stumbled back a little and like honey, he chuckled sweetly. “Easy there, princess,” he whispered into your hair, so very softly. One hand hugged your back while the other stroked your hair.

⠀ ⠀⠀Suguru closed his eyes and took a deep breath— trying to fill his lungs with your scent. Maybe this was the last time he could hold you this close, he knew. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, pressing his nose there. He feels short of breath, but he feels like he still has to breathe, keep taking in breaths until all he can think about is your scent, you. He forced his body to remember your smell, every inch of his body, so he wouldn't forget. Hopefully, if he doesn't have you by his side anymore, he can still feel your scent, he has to remember your scent. So that he is fine being away from you. So that he doesn't run towards you when he feels he can no longer smell your scent.

⠀ ⠀⠀Suguru pulled his face away from you as he listened to the sad sounds that came out of your sweet mouth. Your stomach and his stomach were still touching beneath the cloth you were wearing when he lifted your lowered face— too sad to look at him. Suguru looked at your face and he realized a few things. He could see the eye bags hanging ugly under your beautiful eyes, there were slight wrinkles on your forehead, and you looked very, very tired. And he couldn't deny your rosy cheeks were wet with tears that didn't seem to stop.

⠀ ⠀⠀“Oh, my love,” he whispered.

⠀ ⠀⠀He felt his heart break when he saw you pull your lips straight, letting out a sob that was forcing its way out, for him to hear. Suguru stroked your wet cheeks with his thumb. “You left, I — I was gone for one day and.. and you're not there, you— why?— how?” you stammered, still reluctant to look at the man in front of you. Suguru chuckled, he couldn't help it, you looked so cute right now. Hearing the chuckle of the man in front of you made you suddenly raise your head, looking at him. “That's not funny!” you said and hit Suguru's arm which made the man laugh again.

⠀ ⠀⠀“I'm sorry, my love, you just look so cute right now,” he said, smiling and hugging you again. You hugged his waist and pressed your cheek against his chest. “They called you a criminal and you are a mass murderer who killed a whole village,” you said which made Suguru smile bitterly and sigh softly. He kissed her head for a long time before saying, “I'm sorry, my love, I'm doing a bad thing,” he said quietly. Your tears broke even more as you began to be forced to accept that everything was true and Suguru was a criminal now. So you buried your face back into his neck, crying loudly.

⠀ ⠀⠀Suguru tightened his arms around your small body and pressed his cheek against your head. He lets you cry your heart out. That's all he usually does. “I'm so sorry,” Suguru whispered. It hurt him, hearing how sad your crying sounded. It made him break into pieces, knowing your heartbroken cries were now he is the cause. But again, he couldn't do anything. “Why?” You looked at him with your wet face and red eyes. Suguru cupped one of your cheeks while one of his hands still hugged your waist.

⠀ ⠀⠀“I'm sorry, my love, I just can't wear a heartfelt smile in this world, not anymore,” he said— shaking his head slowly and smiling faintly. “You don't have to, just talk to me, to Satoru, come back to us, I'll listen, we'll listen,” you say, almost pleading. “Stop this, and come back, let's run away and live together, I'll convince Satoru. Let's get out of this world, we can live at the beach house far away from here and make a family, and have cats, like you always wanted, hm?” You smiled, even though your eyes continued to shed tears. You took forceful steps to get closer as if there was some distance you still had to cover from your body which was already attached to Suguru.

⠀ ⠀⠀Suguru was silent.

⠀ ⠀⠀Oh, how he always dreamed of starting a family with you and Satoru, living in a house by the beach and having several cats. He wanted it so much that his heart screamed about it. Leaving the world of Jujutsu and living as a normal person in general.

⠀ ⠀⠀“Let's live like a normal person, without curses, nothing,” you said. Your soft voice called out to him, making him flutter and he could feel the warmth slowly embracing his long-cold body. “That sounds perfect,” he whispered and smiled—a genuine smile. He grabbed both of your hands, clenching them in his fists. He kissed your hand several times with his purple eyes continuing to stare at you. Full of tenderness, full of affection.

⠀ ⠀⠀He kissed your forehead warmly, “Let's do it.”

⠀ ⠀⠀“Geto-sama..”

⠀ ⠀⠀You hear a child's voice. Turning your head to where the voice came from, you saw two little girls—one with dark brown hair with a green hoodie and the other with light brown hair with a yellow hoodie, they had short hair in the same style. When you saw the two little children you realized something, they were the little children your lover saved— Mimiko and Nanako Hasaba. You turned your gaze to Suguru who was already looking at you with a small smile. “Are they..?” Suguru nodded.

⠀ ⠀⠀You let go of your arms around Suguru's neck and stepped over to the two little girls. They seemed hesitant when you stepped forward, as they looked at Suguru as if asking for reassurance, to which the black-haired nodded. You crouched in front of them, holding each of their cheeks which made them lean into your warm touch. Seeing this, your tears broke out again, you couldn't help it. Your head fell to your bent knees, your forehead pressed there with your hands holding the two little girls' cheeks. They looked at you with confusion and curiosity, not understanding why you were crying so bitterly.

⠀ ⠀⠀They looked at you and Suguru who was still standing behind you alternately. Hesitantly their small hands touched your shoulders before stepping closer and hugging you—both of their chins resting on your shoulders. You greeted them by wrapping your arms around their waist, pulling them closer. Suguru just smiled faintly, sadly. All he could hear were your sobs, cutting into his skin every second. You remained in your position for a few moments before the small arms holding you were replaced by Suguru's muscular arms.

⠀ ⠀⠀He put one arm around your back—helping you to stand. “Oh, my love. What a beautiful thing you are,” He said softly, and who knows how many times he cupped your cheeks and ran his two thumbs across your cheeks. Suguru always thought that you were very beautiful, the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, even when you were crying ugly like now. He loves how your cheeks look red when you cry too much. Too pure and innocent, making him want to continue protecting you.

⠀ ⠀⠀He likes to call you 'my love'. He says that you are his love, you are millions of feelings in one feeling. You are like a rainbow in the storm. He said that his love was given out for you and Satoru, love you both so full that there was no love left for him to the world. People say that a lifetime is very long, but Suguru can trade anything so he can get that lifetime. Even though he had to become a criminal and commit a mass murder. And he would gladly do it many times, if, in the end, he could spend all his breath with you and Satoru.

⠀ ⠀⠀Suguru pressed his lips to yours— kissing them gently, typical of Geto Suguru. He is full of tenderness. He kissed you, gently but you could feel his misery, how several times he had to pause between kisses just to swallow his sobs. He pressed his forehead against yours after pulling his lips away, but you could still feel his soft breath on your face.

⠀ ⠀⠀“Let's do that, you, me, Satoru and the kids. Let's run away where no-one knows our name yet, where we can camp out in the open and see the stars, where we can tell each other hopes and dreams without feeling scared, it will be hopeless. We'll own nothing more than we need,” he said quietly as you watched Suguru's tears fall down one cheek. You nodded, “Let's run away together.”

⠀ ⠀⠀Suguru smiled faintly.

⠀ ⠀⠀“Would you do me a favor before that?”

⠀ ⠀⠀“What is it?”

⠀ ⠀⠀Suguru moved his forehead away from yours to look at you more clearly. One arm wrapped around your waist as he tucked your hair behind your left ear. “Can you wait for me, my love?” he asked. You were silent for a moment and lost in his purple eyes— you found nothing but calm and confidence. So you nodded, making Suguru's thin smile widen slightly. “Stay with Satoru while I make a better world for us, so I can give you the world that I know you deserve, would you do that for me, my love?”

⠀ ⠀⠀“Wait for me?”

⠀ ⠀⠀ “Okay,” you whispered. “I'll wait for you.”

— 2017

⠀ ⠀⠀I can't save you

⠀ ⠀⠀That's what was on your mind when you saw Satoru come to your room—falling onto the bed as if he hadn't ignored you in the past few years since Suguru left. You saw how he buried his face in your pillow. His long legs dangled over the edge of the mattress which was not big enough to accommodate his tall body. You just stay silent—sitting on the floor with your knees bent upwards and your back against the wall. You looked at Satoru in silence.

⠀ ⠀⠀Since Suguru left everything has changed— everything, because Satoru is everything to you. Himself and Suguru. Half of everything is in front of you, but you still feel empty, empty. You are just a shell that happens to still be breathing but empty of the will to live.

⠀ ⠀⠀Was I supposed to tell you to leave, Satoru?

⠀ ⠀⠀“I was there too, Satoru— those summers belonged to me as much as they belonged to you, he was mine just as much as he was yours,” you think.

⠀ ⠀⠀or not?

⠀ ⠀⠀You wanted to scream at Satoru, tell him forcefully if you had to, but you couldn't. For the last 10 years, you seem to realize that you are just the third person joining in. Forcing yourself into a position that was never your place in the first place. Between him and Suguru. You're not delusional, you're well aware that between the three of you, Satoru will always love Suguru more than he loves you. You know that very well. You loved both of them equally, equally, very much— however, when Suguru left, Satoru left with him.

⠀ ⠀⠀Just like you, Satoru is just a shell who is too tired and sad to even die. You may not understand what he feels, but you try. Trying to feel what another part of your soul feels like only to lose it, but Satoru, I would never do that to you' you thought. Satoru lost half his soul, but you lost all of it.

⠀ ⠀⠀You are just a number to Satoru, far from number one. However, you still feel like it was your fault for not saying something sooner, and now it's too late. The relationship between you, Suguru and Satoru ended with Suguru leaving. And you can't do anything about it. You didn't want to throw Satoru out—not when he was crying so hard he was almost throwing up. Satoru was barely breathing—choking on his own sobs.

⠀ ⠀⠀You got up from the floor and sat on the edge of the bed, placing your hand on his shoulder. You waited for Satoru's outburst that never came. You remembered how Satoru was when Suguru first left—he was so angry. So angry that Yaga had to ask you to stay away and said that maybe there would be a time when you would have to kill Satoru because you were the only one he could come home to. You told Yaga that you couldn't do that— even if Satoru lost his mind,because you weren't Suguru.

⠀ ⠀⠀Your infinity is always up with me.

⠀ ⠀⠀Satoru suddenly became very sad— so sad that you worried he would do something stupid. He continues to live in Suguru's shadow, showing fake smiles and trying anything to distract him. Slowly he started to see you more often. You were happy— thinking that he had come back to his senses and was starting to see you as his girlfriend, without Suguru. But since Suguru left, you should learn not to have too high expectations of that blue-eyed man.

⠀ ⠀⠀Satoru suddenly stopped sobbing. You inhaled sharply— sensing something was wrong. Satoru got up from his seat and turned his body towards you. You saw how his blue eyes were rimmed with red and tears rolled down his pale cheeks. “I—I saw him last night,” Satoru stammered. His lips pulled into a straight line trying to swallow the deft lump that was holding back his sobs. You hold your breath for a moment. Of course, you should know, that nothing can destroy Satoru other than Suguru. You didn't move, unable to bring yourself to say anything.

⠀ ⠀⠀“The ring—”

⠀ ⠀⠀The rings. The rings Satoru bought a long time ago, one for you, one for Suguru, one for himself. The ring that was supposed to bind the three of you together, but like Satoru only wrapped the red thread around Suguru's finger, leaving you at the end of the thread alone as they got tangled up in each other. The ring he brought with the plan that he would marry Suguru and you when the three of you graduated.

⠀ ⠀⠀“He had it on when I killed him,” Satoru said, choking on the wind at the end.

⠀ ⠀⠀“You and her, the sweetest feeling I know, a peace and a flame, steady me and stir me all at once, and when I die, everything will die but these feelings.”

⠀ ⠀⠀That's what Suguru said to Satoru just before he killed him. Your mouth is shut, you can't say anything. Suguru dies and Satoru still doesn't see you. He goes blind and you're nowhere to see, and again, you can't do anything about it. You continued to stare at Satoru who was sobbing again. He looked at you with a red face and trembling lips. And something you've been so afraid of for years happens in a split second.

⠀ ⠀⠀The light in his eyes goes out.

⠀ ⠀⠀A split second and you feel so scared. So you pulled Satoru into your arms and he weakly leaned against your body. Part of you wanted to laugh about the tragedy you felt. What a joke your life is. Satoru's chin rested against your chest and his eyes continued to stare at you. You looked down at him with a sad smile. One of your arms was around his shoulder and one of your hands cupped his cheek. Your thumb ran to wipe Satoru's tears.

⠀ ⠀⠀“I don't think I can love and have enough love for someone now,” he whispered.

⠀ ⠀⠀“I know,” you thought.

⠀ ⠀⠀Still with a sad smile, you answered, “That's okay, I'll love you enough for both of us and I have a big heart. Did you know what it means? I'll have enough love for us, I have so much love for you in my heart.”

⠀ ⠀⠀Oh, how you love the man in your arms so much right now.

⠀ ⠀⠀“But I know better, when he left, you left with him, and when he died, you died with him,” you continued to yourself.

⠀ ⠀⠀You tighten your arms around Satoru's weak body, squeezing him gently. Pretending the warmth in you holds a candle to the warmth Suguru gave him. Pretending you hold a candle to him. You, the embodiment of always the bridesmaid, but never the bride.

— 2018⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀ ⠀⠀it's just you now.

⠀ ⠀⠀‘ . . . You finally join your other half, your one and only, your soul—'

⠀ ⠀⠀You wrestle with your thoughts with eyes that can't leave the carvings on the tombstones. Gojo Satoru, it says. In a land full of bodies buried several meters below, in a place full of death, you feel strangely safe and calm. There is no one around you, everyone is busy mourning the loss of their loved ones, just like you.

⠀ ⠀⠀“I know you're happier now than you ever were here— I know you're happier in the lifetime with him than you were alive with me,” you continued, finally daring to voice what you had been thinking for years. Finally found the courage to speak out after years of silence.

⠀ ⠀⠀Your knees are planted perfectly on the ground which will eliminate the marks there. “I'm expected to go on, like all my friends aren't dead now—” You bit your bottom lip. You felt sore in your throat from holding back your tears. You refuse to cry. “I guess this is what it was like for you, right? Having all this responsibility on your shoulder simply for being alive in the first place?”

⠀ ⠀⠀You looked down feeling a headache in your head—as if someone had just hit your skull with an iron baseball bat. It hurts so much, but even so, the pain in your heart is greater. You blinked a few times as your vision began to fade. Drop by drop tears fell from your eyes, wetting the grassy ground.

⠀ ⠀⠀“It's just me now,” you chuckled bitterly.

⠀ ⠀⠀Suddenly you feel the irony of your loneliness. You were always alone, even when Satoru was alive, what's different about now? Maybe you just deny your loneliness with your delusions. It took Satoru's death for you to realize that the second Suguru left, that moment you had no one but Satoru's shadow. Convince yourself that it is enough for you to survive.

⠀ ⠀⠀“My love for you is never big enough for you to stay, never enough to love both of us. I'll take ten more years to love you if you stay—” You choked, unable to continue your words that felt like they were stuck in your neck. “I can't heal your kid, Megumi, so he will die once Sukuna's out of him and Itadori— he's just like you, so he won't last long after Fushiguro's death, and still, it's just gonna be me, alone. ”

⠀ ⠀⠀Your body is shaking, scared, sad, pathetic.

⠀ ⠀⠀Once you long for love from Satoru when in reality you know that his love for Suguru has run out. Again and again, you just follow along. And maybe it will take you 10 years to forget everything, maybe your whole life.

⠀ ⠀⠀At the same time, you felt someone put their arm around your back. You turned to your left only to find Itadori Yuji— looking at you with the same gaze you had. A look that showed that he was on the verge of losing part of his soul. “Let's get you home,” he whispered. So with that, he slipped one arm under your knees and a second later you were no longer on the ground. Yuji turned to leave Satoru's final resting place. You looked back over Yuji's shoulder, staring at the stone with one of your loves' names engraved on it.

⠀ ⠀⠀“I hope you're happy, Satoru, my love, I really do.”

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⠀ ⠀⠀part 2 | alternative ending

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abducted

chapter four

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getou x reader

tags: language // talks of violence // smutt// dollification //

word count: 2.1k

chapter three

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getou returned to the human world that night, though not for his usual reasons. getou had his sights set on gojo, suguru needed to figure out how gojo was planning to respond to your abduction. keeping tabs on gojo’s moves were essential for getou’s plan to work. the man had no plans of engaging gojo—he would only keep track of his movements from afar.

getou tracked satoru’s movements to honmachi, a residential area in tokyo. getou arched a brow from atop the tall apartment building, watching gojo tread through the empty alleyway below. smoke emitted from the sewers while neon lights buzzed from the closed shop windows. getou lost sight of the man when he walked through a cloud of misty smoke.

getou quickly jumped to the next rooftop in an attempt to keep his eyes on the white haired man, and took a step back into the shadows at the sight of gojo reappearing out of the mist. the man stopped short in the alleyway, keeping his eyes on the wet concrete below him as he spoke, “you can come out now suguru.” gojo finally looked up into the night sky, watching getou take a step out of the shadows and looking down upon him.

“i never knew you to visit this side of town gojo.” getou jumped down from the tall roof, landing on his feet in front of gojo. an unusually somber look settled on gojo’s face, “i never had a reason too, but now i must scour all of tokyo in search of whatever realm you’ve drug my girlfriend into.”

getou hummed, “yes well, i’m sure you’ll find it soon enough.” gojo stepped forward, “you know i could kill you where you stand.” getou’s hands twitched at his sides, “though i would like to see you try, if i’m dead what do you think would happen to your precious little girlfriend?” getou drug out the last word to tease gojo.

“if you so much as touch a hair on her head, i will-“ getou laughed. “you’ll what? kill me?” getou hardened his stare on gojo, ”please spare me of the theatrics satoru. maybe if you taught her how to develop her cursed technique properly she could have defended herself from me.”

gojo attempted to form a rebuttal but getou didn’t relent, “you don’t have to worry about me hurting her, if anything i am making her into a real jujutsu sorcerer, unlike whatever you were doing with your time with her.”

gojo’s demeanor shifted, his face contorted in amusement, “what i was doing with my time with her?” gojo laughed. “what do you think i was doing with my time with her?” getou’s eyes narrowed, he didn’t wait for gojo to elaborate. “you don’t deserve her.” getou spoke in an eerily calm manner, “you don’t even deserve to breathe the same air as her. tell me gojo, do you even know what her favorite book is? or her favorite author? how about her favorite thing to eat in the mornings? no? how about her favorite flower? can you tell me the answer to any of those questions?”

gojo blinked. a beat passed while getou waited for a response. gojo’s hands turned to fists at his sides, “i will find her, and i will kill you.” getou laughed at the lack of response to his questions, “i’ll count on it.” a black void of cursed energy surrounded getou, “see you soon, satoru.” with that getou was gone, leaving gojo alone in the cool night air of tokyo’s streets.

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after getou left, you grabbed your favorite work of jane austen’s off of the tall wooden bookcase and headed back down the staircase, taking your spot on the antique couch. you drew your fingers over the title of the old book, admiring the craftsmanship of what must have been a first edition. how getou got his hands on such a priceless piece of literature, you’d never know.

persuasion was what you thought to be austen’s best work. although many would argue that pride and prejudice was much better, you loved persuasion for what it was. a dwindled romance between two lovers that lost their way, finding themselves falling for each other all over again. like any other jane austen novel, it ends predictably. the girl gets the guy, and they share a happily ever after together. the happy, predictable ending is what you loved most about the book. you thought your life could use some predictability, with your sudden capture by getou, and dealing with his mood swings.

you remembered getou differently, you always thought suguru to be the picture perfect example of the wise and stoic man. getou was always the one reeling gojo and yourself in, always keeping the two of you in line with what he thought was right. getou always had a clear view of what was right and wrong. you desperately wished to know what had changed. getou’s once black and white view of the world now seemed to be wholly grey.

your eyes grew heavy once finishing the fifth chapter of the book, you told yourself that you would rest your eyes for just a moment before returning your attention back to the romance novel. it was no fault of your own that the couch was so comfortable, and the temperature of the room was just right for your mind to drift into a deep sleep. no, it wasn’t your fault that you dreamt of getou, you couldn’t help the matter— it’s not like you had any control of your dreams.

your body was dressed in the same flimsy robe that you wore your first day in the vacation realm. you were in your bedroom, your bedroom in the real world— your safe place. it must’ve been late. the space was dark, only being lit by the city lights below. you never spent enough time here. you often spent most nights at gojo’s house. you thought back to all of those nights you spent together, those nights were always spent with you laughing at gojo’s crude jokes while he wrapped you in his warm embrace.

any and all thoughts of gojo went out the window when you realized you weren’t alone. your back was pressed up against a firm chest, warm breaths caressed your neck. you couldn’t help but lean into the feeling letting your head lull to the side, getou’s hands moved to rest on the skin covering your rib cage, his large hands naturally spread wide— reaching just a hairs length away from your nipples.

you couldn’t help but squirm when the man moved the collar of your robe just enough to place a kiss where your shoulder and neck met. you instinctively pressed your thighs together, your whole body felt extra sensitive in your dream state. getou slowly inched your robe open, creating a trail of hot kisses across your shoulder.

his voice was low and gentle, “gonna’ be a good doll for me and let me see you? i’ve been waiting so long to play with those pretty titties.” you shyly nodded your head against his chest in response, suddenly aware of the cool air sinking into your skin through the thin fabric. getou moved his hands upwards brushing his thumbs against your nipples. you suddenly felt frustrated with the fabric blocking the full sensation of his touch.

you rolled your hips, in a desperate attempt to seek out friction for your already needy cunt. getou fondled your breast over the silky fabric, chuckling softly in your ear watching you grow needy under his touch. “use your words doll, i know you can do it.” getou placed another kiss on your neck, “can i see, baby?”

you were afraid of your voice coming out uneven, you took a moment to right your mind before speaking. you whispered lowly, “yes” was the only word you could manage. your body was on fire from his touch, you hated how flustered his small actions made you.

getou opened only the top part of your robe, he wanted to take his time— he intended to devote the proper amount of time to every inch of your body. he would rush nothing. you almost gasped when the cool air of the bedroom hit your already sensitive nipples. getou moved to work circular motions with the tips of his fingers on your pebbled nipples.

suguru kissed your temple—continuing his motions on your chest, “such a pretty little doll.” your pussy flooded at the sound of his words. you let out a soft moan as you rolled your hips against the mattress, you could feel getou’s cock grow hard against your back.

you could tell getou’s hair was undone even though you couldn’t see his face from your spot between his legs, his black hair tickled your skin as he lifted your chin with one hand to get easier access to place languid kisses on your neck. every kiss and touch felt euphoric against your skin, your cunt was crying out for much needed attention as your nipple grew sore under his deft fingers.

getou still had one hand on your throat as he spoke, “be a good girl, and let me see that pretty pussy.” suguru’s hand left your nipple and pulled the tie around your waist free, causing the robe to open fully. you didn't have enough mind to care about how exposed you were, and immediately spread your legs for getou.

getou’s hand on your throat moved upwards to grip your jaw. the man turned your face towards his, allowing your eyes to finally meet. he looked so beautiful in this moment, you thought before getou pulled you in for a passionate kiss. you moaned into his mouth at the feeling of his free hand trailing down your body at an achingly slow pace. you need his fingers on your clit so desperately that you continued rolling your hips against the bed in an attempt to make him move faster but getou had always been stubborn. getou always did things his way, there was no alternative.

suguru released your lips from his, his large fingers finally met your swollen clit. your head fell back against his chest as he began working motions on that sensitive spot. his free hand moved to work your nipple once more, never relenting from his work on your cunt. “such a good little doll..you're being so good for me.” he said as your body writhed under his.

getou loved the sounds you made for him, he worked your clit in a quicker motion to draw out more of your sweet sounds. “you want me inside, baby?” getou practically cooed into your ear. “yes! sugu’ please!” you couldn’t wait any longer, you were already on the cusp of orgasm.

getou used two fingers of his free hand to trace around your cunt. you clenched under his fingers, practically sucking him in, though getou didn’t let you. suguru wanted to take his time with this as well. you cried out, “sugu- please.” getou let out a breath before finally pushing deep into your cunt, pumping in and out of your plush walls as he continued the same pace with his other hand against your clit.

you were no match for getou’s fingers, your walls began to flutter around him almost immediately when he tapped against your g-spot. suguru slowed his pace while your walls continued to dance around his fingers. the man shushed you softly, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“shh.. shh.. ride it out on my fingers baby. it’s okay.”

you heard your name leave getou’s lips, though his voice sounded more distant than before. you woke feeling startled. getou stood above you with a confused look on his face. it took you a moment to take in your surroundings, you couldn’t tell how long you were out but your head ached, and your neck felt stiff from the awkward position you slept in on the couch.

“were you reading all night?” you looked down to the novel still cracked open on your lap, “must be a really good book.” you cleared your throat— moving quickly to your feet. “yeah, really good.” your face turned beet red. hot embarrassment from your dream flooded your body. you quickly pushed past getou, not wishing to meet his eyes as you made a hasty exit.

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And they were roommates...

Pairing: Pornstar!Geto Suguru x reader

Did it matter that pornstar!Geto had openly admitted that he was a pornstar to you the second you met? No. And did it matter he used you for his porn videos? Absolutely....not.

Pornstar!Suguru was never one for attachments, considering his job, but with you? Ugh, how could he resist? The way your walls clenched down on him after a particularly hard thrust had him want to rip that condom off of his dick and just make you have his children ♡. Just the thought had him shooting ropes of cum in the condom with some of it slipping into your pussy. And then he'll just eat you out, fingers pumping lazily in and out of you, his tongue lickling at your clit until your thighs are practically shaking.

You're busy? Too bad. Doing the dishes? His camera is set on the counter, your back arched and legs trembling from the harsh pounding you were taking from behind. Slick and cum mixed together with the dish soap on the ground, dirtying both of you.

One of his hands played with your perky nipples, the other rubbing tight circles on your clit. And with all that stimulation, who could blame you when you squirted on his dick like a dirty whore? Afterwards being forced to take his dick orgasm after orgasm until you pass out. Even then he spends some time thrusting his cock in between your thighs, the friction barely enough to give you satisfaction but enough to wake you.

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And when he calls pornstar!Satoru over? Don't get me started....

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[Popular Boy Geto!]

A/N: this is so poorly put together but this man has been on my mind 24/7

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Warning: Underage drinking, mention of Geto using other people, mention of Geto manipulate people, talk of mental breakdown, slight mention of depression, yandere(?), mention of obsession, Geto and Gojo lowkey having a thing, Geto okay with sharing you, Geto getting drunk by just seeing you

(I might miss some warning, lmk if that happens) (Not proofread like usual, didn't edit it, and probably some spelling and grammar mistakes)

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Popular Boy Geto, who is more emotionally available than his best friend, makes it easier to get with the girls at their school.

Popular Boy Geto, who is also praised for the contracting appearance he shares with Gojo, his board structure with dark long hair and mysterious purple eyes. That only seems to soften when he stares at a certain person in his English 101 class.  

Popular Boy Geto, comes from a well of family, not well off like Gojos. Still good enough to get into this school without needing to fill out an application form. He is still stupidly well educated using it to his advantage when he smooths talks Gojo and his professor to cancel class on Friday so they can throw another party. 

Popular Boy Geto, who even if he is more emotionally intelligent, still feels hollow and cold inside. Not being able to care about anyone besides this person he is attached to by the hip. Gojo Satoru. 

Popular Boy Geto, who can't hold back the gut-wrenching feeling when he has to comfort his best friend, the guilt that flows through him like a waterfall as he promises Gojo that he will make it all better, that everything will be okay, that they only need each other. He holds Gojo in the quiet hours of the night, well after Gojo calms down as they make silent promises to each other.

Popular Boy Geto, who sees you with your friends at Gojo’s homecoming party, and a sense of ecstasy rushes into his veins that gets him more drunk the the liquid in his hands. 

Popular Boy Geto, feels his blood run cold when he sees Gojo make his way towards you, thoughts swimming in his head as he questions his best friend’s intentions.

Popular Boy Geto, who swears to the higher beings that Gojo better not try to get with you for a quick hook-up 

Popular Boy Geto, who also makes his way to you and your friends, slides next to Gojo like two puzzle pieces being placed together. He looks around the group you chose to be with as a bitter taste falls onto his tongue without even taking a drink of the sour liquid in the red cup. 

Popular Boy Geto, who looks into Gojo's cerulean blue eyes as he takes a beaten breath of relief when he sees the same obsession that Geto has been plagued with. He slings his arm around Gojo's shoulders, as Geto falls naturally into the conversion that is currently going on. 

Popular Boy Geto, once the party is done Gojo and him are lying down in the snowy boy’s bed. Getos arms are tensing and relaxing around the boy’s waist. Thoughts pass by his head. One after the other, as he tries to decipher the situation. But, if he and Gojo can share anything. Then let them share the same obsession. 

do you write stsgxreader?

if so imagine geto brings you home from the bar just KNOWING gojo would fawn over you.. like some sort of gift to his lover .. a little plaything.. gojos allll over it the moment youre through the door

I do! I’m non stop thinking about these two…

ANYWAYS-

Warnings: not explicit sex, still 18+ : Geto being a tease and a meanie, very bad writing, bad dirty talk, fem reader, reader is referred as “pretty thing” swearing, pussy eating, slight chocking(?)

If I miss anything lmk

Also also: not entirely proof read, like usual some grammar and spelling mistakes; Grammarly can only do so much

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“She so pretty, isn’t she..?” Geto purred out as he tied his long black hair up into a bun. “So, fucking pretty” Gojo groans out, as he runs his hands up and down the soft skin. “Look at her, she is twitching so much,, isn’t she just soo needy mm?” Geto says in such a mocking voice. You don’t even know if he is trying to be nice. This is all so mean, they both are heartless. They're both talking at you like some kind of toy, a doll; the sheer audacity- “…A’h!” You whined out as the snow hair boy placed a soft kiss on top of your clit. “Mmm, look at the sugu she really liked that huh?”

The Gojo boy laughed as he laid himself on his stomach, shifting so your legs were on his shoulders. He just stares at the naked cunt in front of him, you tried to clamp your things, shifting away, fucking anything to stop the intense embarrassment flowing through your veins. Geto, the man who brought you here held down your hips, placing himself at your side. “Come on baby.. don’t try to run away now..” he gives you a false pout “You were so.. eager earlier”

Geto teases you, as memories of the heavy makeout and dry humping flow into your head making you whine. “Just be a good girl for Toru’ yeah? You can do that, right pretty thing?” Geto's voice drips in a liquid, making you heat up and ache. Geto's soft lips found yours as one of his slender hands found home on your neck. Just as he deepens the kiss, more whines, and moans are pushed out of you.

You arched up into Geto’s chest as you break away from the kiss and look down at Gojo, who is eating your pussy like he is starved. The sounds and his moans are boarding on pornographic, the sheer amount of greed that radiates from Gojo, as if you are nothing more than something to satisfy his hunger. “Mm.! Ah- Toru— it’s too much please..” you moan out laying back down as you cover your mouth trying to contain the whiny and high-pitched moans that escape you.

Your body twitched and jolts up every time his nose brushed against your clit. Geto hums at you as his hand takes yours, removing it off your mouth, he takes ahold of your other hands, raising them both above your head as he kisses up your neck. Reaching your ear he hums out “Aww pretty thing… we can’t have that not can we?” He sucks into your neck, making your on sought on moans grow, “we need to hear you pretty thing, how else are we supposed to know you are enjoying yourself..?”

His voice is nothing but a husk whisper in your ear as you clamp your thighs around Gojo’s head. At this point, you don’t think you can last any longer, Gojo’s fingers have made way into your pussy as they reach’s parts you didn’t know was possible, and his fingers are so fucking long. Gojo’s mouth attacks your clit not letting up as your hips raise and fall, your legs clenching and un clenching. It was all to much, the overwhelming sensation paired with both of the attractive men giving you their sole attention it’s so much, all to overwhelming.

Maybe you will have to give them your phone number, for next time. Yeah, definitely for next time.

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A/n: this just proves I’m bad at writing nsfw stuff, it’s okay tho hehehe