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archonsabyss · 2 days

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╰─..✶. [ In Another life ]

❒ pairing: geto suguru x fem!reader

❒ genre: angst! friends to lovers! [unconfessed love]

❒ warnings: dark / sensitive content! hinted abuse [physical and emotional]! minor gore! indirect mentions of suicide! writing consists of emotional / mental health topics! anxiety! depression! insecurities! S2 timeline compliant! foreshadowing

❒ wc: 4.4k

─❒ authors note: how my heart ached and broke while writing this🩶 I would give my life for this man. anything to have him and to hold him. it was meant to be a full series but I lost inspiration

Countless nights you found yourself contemplating whether an eternal slumber might hold the key to solving your troubles.

The thought came regularly when darkness descended and you lay there immersed in the recesses of your thoughts when memories of a rare peaceful night surfaced and sleep was able to cradle your mind into a realm of indifference, numbing your senses until you felt nothing at all, and you questioned whether this eternal slumber could truly endure.

During the toughest bouts of anxiety and frequent episodes of depression, when every breath you took turned each moment of existence into a state of expectation and anticipation, sleep did not come easy. It was either a lack of time or out of fear of the silent stillness it took for your mind to eventually drift into the depths of oblivion. Torturous and frightful it was.

Sleep was dire but not when the screeching thoughts that gripped your vulnerability made the silence before it unbearable, and with each passing day, the toll of those restless nights became increasingly harsh on your body until you reached a point of exhaustion so profound that not even your inner demons could keep you awake.

The life you once knew had become increasingly difficult as you struggled to juggle the challenges of being a teenager with the responsibilities of adulthood.

There were so many unspoken emotional and mental burdens that weighed you down, making you feel captive.

Picture the weight of bearing the burden of those who lacked the awareness and capability to shield themselves from the perils that lay just beneath their noses, and then see a child compelled to stand helpless as a boulder crashed down upon them. They didn't even have the opportunity to lift their arms to attempt a futile struggle against the inevitable.

You questioned the world what fate instilled for you?

A child to grow up and protect a world simply out of the goodness of her heart, to face the ridicule and unjust, endure the disrespect and cruelty and strive to be a better person?

To stake not only your own physical, mental, and emotional well-being but also the safety, happiness and very life force of your loved ones to fight for a path they preached was right all your life?

Crafting your perception during a time of youthful vulnerability and inexperience, ensuring that you would come of age perceiving it as the standard.

The days when you lay weakened on the gritty earth, your torn clothing and exhaustion reaching its zenith. Their words echoed relentlessly in your mind as you gazed into the distance, your head gently tapping against the pain-streaked window.

"This is the essence of your existence, you insolent brat" The elder admonished with a tone of exasperation.

"This life, with all its complexities and burdens, is your destined path. Your innate abilities shall safeguard both the realms of sorcery and the ordinary, and we pledge to resurrect you if necessary, even at the cost of your last breath. Such is your significance, yet you wear ingratitude like a cloak"

Those words morphed into a guiding principle. For the adults held a deeper understanding of the world, you believed, and so you trusted their wisdom unconditionally even if it meant enduring the searing pain in your hands until they bled dry.

Your determination drove you to heed their warnings and fulfil the expected roles, all in pursuit of recognition and validation that you so desperately sought from those people in positions of authority, regardless of whether it was right, wrong or injustice.

Your young mind was but a tangled web of confusion, making it nearly impossible to discern the right course of action, assuming there even was one.

If you could not identify what was wrong, how could you possibly distinguish what was right? Such teachings were foreign to you. You were raised to obey and follow orders, fed untruths when you were in need, and you naively consumed them without understanding the truth.

They were like parasitic leeches, siphoning your strength and vitality. But then, as fate would have it, everything took a profound shift when the threads of your destiny wove together with two improbable, and unforeseen forces of nature.

Through this convergence, barriers were shattered, secrets revealed, and limitations cast aside.

Faced with a new perspective that disturbed your composure and norm. Confronting and grasping an understanding of a foreign yet familiar reality that exceeded the horror and deception of the devil's teachings, discovering that life extended beyond mere obligations and self-sacrifice, transcending blood and power.

They were two boys, akin to yourself in age who embodied the exquisite equilibrium of yin and yang. A living testament to the harmonious interplay of opposites. Gojo Satoru, and Geto Suguru. It wasn't only evident in their strikingly handsome visages and contrasting hair alone, but it delved deeper, seeping into the very core of their beings, where their personalities and attributes painted a vivid portrait of duality.

A white-haired charismatic force of nature, a magnetic anomaly with a devil-may-care attitude whose sharp wit and playful banter set him apart from the rest, and his best friend, a living embodiment of intricacy, fascination, and curiosity that reflected in his deep, coal-like eyes.

His personality was layered in complexity; combining sharpness with moral ambiguity. He had an aura that exuded ambition, and carried an equal measure of self-assuredness as his white-haired counterpart, yet within the more reserved kindness he showed, there lurked a still, undisturbed darkness. Whereas Satoru approached life with a carefree attitude, a character who could inspire both disdain and attraction in equal measure, you could personally attest to this dichotomy, Suguru approached life more methodically.

Satoru was the first person who illuminated the pleasures of existence for you, imparting lessons on resilience and the art of verbal combat─ in other words, Satoru had mentored your naive tongue into adapting his foul mouth of snarky remarks and wit or at least, he tried, but you couldn't quite as easily grasp the confidence to spout nonsense let alone convey your direct thoughts when trauma held a knife to your throat. But that never stopped him from persistently lingering with his efforts. And while there were moments when his personality was deemed intolerable, you wouldn't trade him for anything, not even if eternal misery were the price.

After all, you came to know that his excessive, overbearing personality was his way of showing he cared.

"You're still awake" Murmured a tender voice, as gentle as a caress, carrying a warmth and affection that had only blossomed since he entered your confinement, tore off your shackles, and pulled you from the cage of control.

You tore your gaze from the mesmerizing scenery and shifted your attention to the source of the voice. Your eyes followed the contours of his legs and traced up his expansive chest until they finally met the face that had become your sanctuary.

"Couldn't sleep"

"Mind company?" He asks, but there's no need when he is a presence that will always be welcomed. Yet you nod your head and smile softly before resuming your watch of the city.

Suguru moves forward, taking one step after the other until his shoulder and head rest against the wall, crossing his arms and legs as he looks at you attentively.

"It's been some time since it was just the two of us on a mission together," Suguru initiates a conversation, and your attention shifts toward him.

"Satoru lingers," He adds, prompting a genuine smile to grace your lips, a faint spark of life illuminating your eyes in stark contrast to the previously sombre expression you wore just moments ago.

"He's not that bad" You defend with little effort and it has him rolling his eyes.

"No, he is that bad"

"You're only saying that because you don't want to admit you actually miss him" Suguru scoffs at your teasing, and as much as he wants to wipe that pretty little grin off your mouth, he's too content with seeing it to do otherwise.

"And your denial stems from the fear of acknowledging that you actually enjoy the silence of not having Satoru talk your ear off"

"That's not true!"

"Could have fooled me, little one" He teases with a cheeky grin. You find comfort in the warmth of his smile, which emboldens you to finally pose the question that has been lingering in your mind since the beginning of this mission two days ago. Deep down, Suguru disliked the fact that you felt compelled to ask permission to be honest and share your thoughts, especially when he expects nothing less from you.

As you breathe in and out unsteadily, you're locking eyes with Suguru's weary gaze and you ask, driven by the recollection of the guilt that still burdens you now, "When you and Satoru confronted the higher-ups to oppose my execution, did either of you consider the potential consequences of going against them?"

Instantaneously, without a hint of hesitation or contemplation, Suguru cracked a sly smile. A bewitching spectacle, if you must admit. A nearly captivating, and nearly diverting your attention from the incredulous reply that leaves his mouth.

"It did cross my mind for a second... But you know how Satoru is. When he makes up his mind I simply follow"

"What about the consequences?"

"We'd deal with it when the time came"

The nonchalant manner in which he admitted it left your mind in a whirlwind. You never anticipated anything less from them, but at that particular time, your gratitude and the human instinct to fear death may have eclipsed your concern for the lives of two strangers. Rationality abandoned you, for who could maintain a composed mindset while facing imminent death, with every breath hanging on the precipice of uncertainty? Yet, reflecting on how far you've come and the relationship you've built with them since then, you now grasp the deep significance of what transpired a year ago—their selfless sacrifice made without a second thought. Maybe it was their confidence in their abilities, their growing power, that gave them the courage to believe they stood a fighting chance or maybe the duo simply understood, without needing to voice it, that they saw no reality but that of which they emerged triumphed.

Still unable to comprehend such confident negligence at the hands of two boys barely in their teens, your disbelief is made quite evident as you fidget in your seat and peer up at him with slightly parted lips. "Simple as that?"

"Simple as that" He confirmed it once again, shrugging, as though there were nothing further to add. "Although, Satoru should've taken a moment to consider your welfare before barging into your room. It was probably not the best way to play hero"

"It was rather─ unexpected" You muttered, vividly remembering your first encounter with Satoru and how enthusiastically he crashed through your doors.

His grin was as carefree and confident as a child's as he proudly proclaimed himself your saviour and gallant champion, tossing you a jacket and swiftly ushering you out the door before your emotions had a chance to catch up.

"I tried to attack him but.."

"But his infinity" You nod when Suguru finishes your sentence for you.

"I knew then who he was. Though I can't remember the reason clearly, I feel that may have been why my defences lowered and I gave up trying to fight. Or maybe I gave up thinking I'd live. I figured death by someone like him was better than a curse or even the higher-ups ridding me of my hands and wringing me by the neck"

"We're all undeniably just a bunch of impulsive and immature kids alive solely due to a stroke of misfortune." Suguru pinches the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger, reminiscent of the same headache he experienced that night when recklessness took control. Anger bubbles but he suppresses it well,

"It's laughable how ignorant and uncertain we are of our choices. I highly doubt Satoru ever contemplates his decisions to a necessary extent before he acts"

"You can't know that, Suguru"

"But I do know that" He chuckled and you shake your head.

"As you've said─" You gave him a pointed look before continuing, "We're merely children. Though our lives have put us in situations where we haven't been treated as such, you can't change what is up here─" You tapped the side of your head in reference to the maturity of a young persons brain.

"And here" You motioned to the area of where a youthful heart beats behind an enclosed cage.

"We have to give ourselves some credit and show a bit of self-compassion. We're just trying to survive..." Your hand extended to meet his while he, despite the stormy rage in his eyes and the restrained intensity in his voice, accepted the gesture, laying his much larger hand over yours.

Little by little, the the anger clouding his judgement dissipated.

Within the abyss of his thoughts, where unspoken words dwell and dark truths go unnoticed by your care, love, and reassurance, Suguru conceals a revelation: he views that night when he saved you as a feeble endeavour, a mere mortal's audacious attempt to impersonate the divine alongside Satoru.

His other hand trailed up your face and swiped over the bags under your eyes. "All I can see is the exhaustion in your eyes as it grows."

It warms your fleeting heart that he notices; that his concern runs so deep it causes him guilt and distress.

"We gave you hope" His voice cracks.

"You gave me a choice" Your eyes soften as they meet his, reading the thoughts he's too afraid to share. "You and Satoru gave me a choice and it was more than I could ever ask for"

Silence draws from you.

Suguru admits to seeing you slowly become a shell of the woman you never even had the opportunity to become. But he also sees the person you can still become.

Hope, he understands is a double-edged sword as it teeters on the brink of being shattered.

You represent his hope and he realizes that one day you will slip through his grasp. Either you will flourish independently of him or you will suffer because of him.

"A choice between death or slavery. There's hardly a difference"

And it hurts because it's nothing but the truth.

Pain is etched across your face as you ask, "Do you think death would have been a better option?"

Suguru exhales quietly, wearing a pained expression and evading a direct answer. "Satoru would have fought for you, even without knowing your identity, even if it resulted in a massacre

'Thoughtful and sweet' you thought, but had he purposely omitted himself from that sentence? You wondered.

"And you?"

Suguru thinks, eyes drifting to your hand that fits so perfectly in his palm.

"I would have gone wherever he led"

"Do you think death would've saved me?"

"Yes" He looks at you, "Selfishly?─ no. I would have preferred you to never suffer again, but death will never be an option for you, not while I live"

You look at him and he feels the sharp attentive eyes that you stare at him with. He neither cowers nor squirms, and you don't shy away, that's far beyond either of you when the intensity of the atmosphere grows heavily under the intricate heartfelt darkness that pours from your souls.

His confession sends the gruesome fluttering of butterflies to run a mock, their delicate wings clapping thunderously, contrasting the gentle nature of their existence.

"You won't leave me, right?"

The vulnerability is so evident in your voice it seeps into the cracks of his heart and reinforces his desire to protect you. Suguru appears on the verge of saying something, yet he restrains himself.

It's evident in his deliberate, slow blinks and the fleeting glances he casts in your direction before fixating his gaze on the ceiling.

Instead of answering you verbally he offers your entangled fingers a gentle squeeze, saying what his voice could not. His silence resonates so loudly that you're tempted to break it with a simple "what," although deep down, you know no answer would follow.

Perhaps, if your concern for him were genuine his silence shouldn't deter you, but when you understand the hesitation, the internal contemplation, and the fear that comes with the desire to connect.

You leave him be.

You're not sure how much time has passed, but at some point, Suguru settled at the far end of the window bench and gestured for you to stretch your legs over his.

You become immersed in the quietude and the cityscape. Your gaze flits between the bustling streets and the towering structures. Some of the neighbouring apartments were aglow with lights, indicating that you weren't the sole wakeful souls at this unearthly hour, and you simply observed as one room darkened only for another to illuminate. It makes you see how such a mundane act will probably be the only ounce of normalcy you'll ever get.

In your mind, it strikes you just as suddenly as the thick grey clouds enclosing the clear skies and the loud warning rumble of thunder as a storm follows on its tail.

Was normalcy something you could adapt to?

Would you go back to the day when your mind grasped an understanding of your situation and do things differently? Fight back and refute as they groomed you to become a weapon.

Would you go back to the day that led to your assumed betrayal. When you chose to see into the soul of a curse and release it?

The first and last choice you'd ever make out of your own free will. A choice that infuriatingly warranted a punishment worse than death, and instead of seeing your mistake and repenting as they so mercifully offered, you foolishly raised your head and stood your ground. And when they tried to subdue you, the pent-up anger and hurt exploded and they grew fearful of the very power they created.

Would you have reconsidered and opted to exorcise the curse, leading to a life of further confinement of those in control?

That night when your body, mind, and soul were to be sacrificed for the safety of the jujutsu world.

When Gojo Satoru wreaked havoc on your Minka, kicked down the doors and shattered every window, flashing you a cheerful smile as he looked at the remains of your home with distaste, "Come on little one, I'm kidnapping you"

In shock from the overwhelming aura that radiated off this stranger, you couldn't fight as he effortlessly dragged you away. Imagine your surprise when your attempt at a last fight led to your discovery that this brat of a white head yetti was none other than the heir of the Gojo Clan. The wielder of the six eyes and the cursed technique, Limitless.

You felt a loss of hope as you became convinced that your destiny was inevitable.

Regret was all you felt, and though unprepared for death, you could only wish that whatever followed would surpass the life you had experienced.

"We're keeping her" Satoru asserted, his sly smile persisting without ever fading. The room echoed with robust signs of dissent.

"And what makes you think you are entitled to such a decision?" Argued a man who abruptly stood from his chair with anger, deceiving himself and others around the table with the great power he claimed to have but truthfully did not.

"Me"

No one could debate no matter how hard they wanted to, they had no words. Suguru uncrossed his arms and nudged your shoulder, offering a small nod and smile in hopes of it being comforting, but your eyes and heart were dead as you stared blankly at the faces of the people who killed it.

"I'm the strongest there is but I don't see you trying to condemn me to eternal imprisonment" Satoru stated boredly. "Suguru and I will babysit her or whatever" If it were under normal circumstances, you most likely would have directed the coldest glare at him for insinuating you needed to be babysat.

"You foolish brat!" A woman stood abruptly. "She bears the blood of the innocent on her hands, and you believe her conscience is not haunted by guilt! She opted to safeguard a curse over the lives entrusted to her, she chose her own demise!"

If only they refrained from distorting your words and perceived the reality of the situation. The dreadful curse they accused you of preferring over human lives was simply an infant mutant, its heartbeat seeking reassurance as it clung to your clothes desperately. The tears streaming down its face held no significance, even when the humans they insisted on saving were reprehensible. You made a decision, regardless of origin and blood. You opted for innocence over the murderous hands of humans.

"We all bear the weight of our choices, she's different" Suguru interjected, his hands clenching at his sides, ready to step forward in opposition had Satoru not continued speaking.

"Come on, Granny, you don't mean that. Look at her," Satoru beamed, "She's ecstatic to be saved by us, right? No guilt written on that pretty face whatsoever."

All attention was on you.

You had no answer to give, no thought or leading up to a decision.

"Hold on!" Satoru suddenly exclaimed, coming to an abrupt stop as a thought crossed his mind.

"Is she─ mute?" He inquired quietly to Suguru and it was received with a firm smack to the back of his head.

"Focus you idiot."

"Yeah, yeah, got it. Where were we... So, little one, do you fancy─" The white-haired male gestured with a thumb across his neck accompanied by a whistle, alluding to the act of beheading. "Or would you rather embark on a thrilling journey as my apprentice?"

A sudden jab to his side prompted Satoru to feign a grimace, pondering why he was receiving these hits. Meanwhile, Suguru let out an exasperated huff.

"What Satoru is trying to say is that, whatever choice you make we will stand by you. But it is your choice"

"Stop hitting me" That only warrants him another shove.

They presented you with a choice despite the consequences and the circumstances. They turned away from the puppeteers controlling the strings of your life and looked at you with determined eyes that offered you the power to decide. Even in your zombie-like state, you could see it in their determined gaze— they offered you a choice whether it meant choosing your death or enduring torment among them. Neither option was ideal but at the end of the day it was yours to make, and that marked the beginning of it all. It held immense significance, enough to ignite a spark of desire to live, to revive ambition and determination to fight until those deserving of it shared in the pain you endured.

That decision marked the conclusion of the prologue to your story, finding yourself now seated beside your closest companion as the chapters continued.

"Do you ever envision your future and ponder what it might hold? Do you wonder if there's a fortune waiting for us? Perhaps amidst the chaos and tragedy we still find love and start a family?"

The unexpected question is followed by a sudden movement and you feel a gentle weight on your head.

Suguru rested a hand on your head and playfully tousled your hair with a knowing smile playing on his lips.

You pull your legs closer to your chest and lean into his touch that has drifted to your cheek.

"I don't think I'll live that long"

"But if we did? If such a future existed wouldn't you consider giving it a shot?"

Suguru avoids addressing your question with the hopes that eventually one day he'll have the courage to express his true thoughts.

To admit that the sole future he envisions involves you living and flourishing; if it comes down to it he'd dedicate his last moments and breath to you and Satoru but for now, he brushes it aside and whispers, "Come on, let's get you to bed."

You shake your head not feeling the pull of sleep but Suguru is stubborn as he sighs and offers his hand and you accept without question.

He leads you to the couch where he settles down and throws his head back with closed eyes. His long limbs stretch out in front of him as he waits for you to join him, his side all but inviting.

The familiarity of his gesture is embedded in your memory, the inviting embrace you've grown accustomed to.

You instinctively take your place and snugly fit yourself against his side until your thighs press against each other, and your head rests against his chest with his arm curling around your shoulders to keep you close.

You reach for the blanket left unfolded at the opposite end of the couch, a clear sign of your restlessness during the first night you spent here, and throw it over you both, grateful that its size allows for a comfortable cover.

"I think about it a lot," You whispered sadly. "What life would be like if we could be as blissfully ignorant as normal people, not seeing the world through the eyes of sorcerers. I want to live—with you. I want to have a family someday, to hold my little one and know what it feels like to be a mother. I've heard that bond with a child is something else."

A smile tugs are your lips.

Suguru listened attentively, his heart undeniably fluttering. It was painful to hear knowing such dreams were a luxury you couldn’t afford but it was also endearing because you still dared to dream and wish.

You were breaking but you weren’t broken.

His fingers pressed into your scalp massaging in soothing gentle circles. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear.

"In my next life I will make sure to find you again and we'll see that dream a reality. I promise"

Suguru gently presses his lips to the side of your head, his heart leaping at your heartfelt confession. He silently wished he had the courage both selfish and selfless to live this life with you.

Maybe in the next.

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slttygeto · 6 months

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tags: pure filth, fem! reader, established relationship, use of a vibrator, squirting, dirty talk.

word count: 1k

sex with suguru could only be described as unpredictable. sure, you were able to detect hints of lust thrown your way by the tall man, thick and rough pads of his fingers skimming over your smooth skin underneath your shirt as he passes behind you, hands gripping your sides and squeezing. your body reacts to his teasing and it’s easy to follow him to the bedroom. he feels in control, likes that sweet words and soft touches can make you end up on top of him, riding his dick like the sweet girl that you are.

however, when the two of you are…excessively needier than usual, sex can turn into something sort of animalistic. the carnal desire to devour one another, bring as many orgasms out of each other and the sounds—the sounds should embarrass both of you.

suguru doesn’t consider himself to be extremely vocal. he groans, moans and shows his appreciation for your ministration on his body but right now—his mouth won’t stop.

“yeah baby, yeaaah,” his words are straight up filth as he presses the vibrator to your clit. his pace is unforgiving, strong hips driving into yours with the force of a predator hunting. your hands are on the headboard, trying to protect your head from the contact but it’s all hazy.

“suguru!” you cry out, eyes staring down at where your boyfriend is pressing the pink vibrator against your clit. your legs try to close from the overstimulation, but a strong hand keeps them open and your head turns to the side with a loud cry.

“keep em open for me, fuck—don’t run away from it, I know you want it.”

your hand grips at the pillow beneath you whilst the other makes a failed attempt at gripping suguru’s forearm. choked sobs and whines are the only sounds you can manage as he starts rubbing the vibrator over your clit, your thighs shaking and twitching at the unbearable yet delicious stimulation.

“yeah? pussy wants a fat cock ruining her and a vibrator, a lil greedy, don’t ya think?”

as he says that, his free comes to your stomach and traces the skin with his thumb, very gentle at first and your brain feels like mush at the contrast between his brutal fucking, the vibrator and his gentle touch. but you should’ve known that suguru is the type to softly lead you into his territory, only to jump you the moment he notices that you let your guards down.

the hand on your stomach presses down and you hear several clicks on the pink device, and when your body jolts up—you realize that he set the level higher.

the gasp that escapes your body sounds inhuman, and your body tries to run away from suguru despite being caged between his strong thighs. he is fucking you with a purpose, needing to prove something—he towers over you and presses his forehead against yours.

“look at me, come on baby look up—theere she is,” he grins at your fucked out expression, half lidded eyes glossed over with tears that had already fallen a couple of minutes ago. “feels good, huh? should’ve done this sooner,” he leans down and kisses your pulse and then travels back up to your cheek and finally your ear.

when he starts fucking you at a different angle, your hands fly down to his hips and your nails dig into his skin. you can’t talk, you don’t trust yourself with words now—but suguru always thought you were like an open book to him. especially when naked and vulnerable beneath him.

“oh here?”

“fuck! fuck fuck fuck—“ you choke out a sob. “suguru—oh baby, I’m close, I’m so so close,” you’re blabbering, barely breathing and suguru’s self control is slowly dissipating. up until this point, he’s been able to control himself and not explode inside you. your cunt was squeezing him deliciously, your cries, the way you said his name or how you held onto him—suguru needed to cum inside you.

“yeah you are,” he breathes out, any hint of playfulness overshadowed by the sudden lust washing over him. his orgasm crept up on him fast, and he needed to make sure you fell over the edge first. “come on, I know you can cum for me,” he says while rubbing the vibrator over your clit.

when you finally cum, the added pressure of his hand on your stomach makes something snap in your stomach and you feel wet. you don’t have time to register, everything is like white noise for a while before your brain leisurely takes control again. your breathing slows down, yet your hands hold onto suguru’s shoulders as he throws the vibrator somewhere in the corner of your bedroom to grab onto your hips properly.

his eyebrows are pinched, a sheen layer of sweat coating his forehead as his bangs stick to the skin. he looks magical, even more so when you start to fuck up into him, help him reach his own orgasm.

“fuck baby—“

“mmm sugu,” you whine at how his dick keeps abusing that one spot inside you. “cum baby, please,” your arms wrap around his neck to pull him down into a hug. “fill me up, I want all of it,”

when being the one talked dirty to, suguru malfunctions. his brain short circuits and his body seizes up as he drops his head on your shoulder. he empties himself inside you with a few more stuttered thrusts, thick and hot ropes of cum serving as the reward of his hard and incessant fucking.

running your fingers through his hair, both of you take the time to catch your breath, enjoy the intimacy and the nakedness of it all. moments like these are precious, suguru’s body nuzzles against yours like a cat trying to live in your skin— and you giggle when his nose nuzzles against your pulse.

“ya liked the vibrator?” he mumbles against your skin.

“oh fuck—“ the realization hits you that were all messy from squirting on him. “I…came messy,” the shyness that washes over you, preventing you from saying “squirt” makes suguru laugh into your neck.

“you mean you squirted?”

“not the point!”

note: another self indulgent piece. will i ever stop? no.

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teddybeartoji · 11 days

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imagine walking out of your room while trying to rid of the remaining sleep from your eyes when you see him.

roomie!suguru — in a baggy tank top and a pair of shorts, his hair in a low messy bun with sweat trickling from his temple. you're stopped in your tracks, lips parted at the glorious sight.

his eyes are closed, his breathing controlled as he sits in a deep stretch. you can see his biceps and his thigh muscles and his calves and... his ass. his hands are placed together in front of his chest and he looks so peaceful.

yoga.

he's doing yoga and you feel like you're about to faint.

you clear your throat and his purple eyes snap open; his lips tug into a sly smile, his canines flashing at you in the sunlight.

"morning."

his voice is syrupy, maybe way too so for the early hour. he moves his hands to his hips as he lowers himself deeper into the stretch, gaze glued onto you. he makes you nervous and you hate it – he's not even really doing anything! you feel small as he observes you, as he takes you apart. suguru thinks you look adorable; still sleepy with multiple pillow lines running over your cheek. you're fiddling with your own fingers, eyes flicking all over his body – from his exposed thigh to his hands to his face. you're not slick and he loves it.

"hi." suguru's smile stretches wider at your soft tone. "i'm gonna make coffee, do you– do you want some?"

he gives you a small nod, always amused by your desire to take care of others. he has seen it with others too; you always have extra sweets for whenever satoru comes by and you've started carrying around a small lighter just in case shoko ever forgets hers.

suguru takes in your faint little smile, your head cocking to the side as you mouth "ok" before disappearing into the kitchen. he switches his legs and sinks back into the stretch; he closes his eyes and focuses on his breathing again. he thinks about you in the kitchen, he thinks about you grabbing your mug and then his. he thinks about you placing them side by side. he hears your quiet steps and he hears you yawn. it's a perfect morning.

when he's finally done, he saunters into the kitchen while raising his shirt to wipe the sweat from his forehead. you have to do a double take, his dark happy trail making you choke on your own saliva. he chuckles at your reaction, but makes no comment, focusing on the freshly brewed coffee instead. his shoulder bumps into yours as he leans over you, the warmth of his body engulfing you. he still smells so good and you want to be mad.

you take a second to admire him and the flush on his cheeks but almost jump when his eyes suddenly meet yours. he's so close. sharp teeth and a sweet smile, he gives your hip a squeeze; his touch burns and you're about to melt, but he doesn't let you. he doesn't let go when he leans even closer, his breath fanning your face as he whispers.

"thank you, sweetheart. smells so good."

you give him a little high-pitched sound as a reply and he tongues the side of his cheek. you're so fucking cute. he grabs the mugs with a small grin and places them on the table behind you before taking a seat. he taps on the wood, telling you to come and join him.

the sun swallows him with ease, illuminating his beautiful sweaty, tanned skin; his piercings flicker at you and the thought of kissing them settles in the back of your mind. birds continue chirping lovesongs (for you, they're singing for you) while trees dance against the blue cloudy background, the smell of coffee fills the peaceful air around you and it's comfortable. this is your new routine - he makes your heart tremble and you make his grow in size.

suguru hasn't felt like this in a long, long time – your attention is addicting; he loves it more than he wants to admit. satoru would never let him live it down but he just cannot stop thinking about you. warm hugs and silly jokes, he's grateful for choosing you as his roommate.

#sorry suguru doing yoga just popped into my head and i just had to write smth abt it #he's insane!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#sugu #wtf mickey can write #geto #geto x reader #geto fluff #geto drabble #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru drabble #geto suguru fluff #jjk geto #jjk x reader #jjk drabble #roomie!suguru

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corollaservant · 2 months

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18+ mdni sugu drabble

Suguru loved picking you up from work on his motorcycle but he would never admit why. He drove an old Suzuki and all your colleagues (not just the girls!) would stare at him, he looked really pretty; waiting for you outside the office, with the helmet around his hands and a cigarette on his lips, killing time on the phone. Once he spotted you, he’d give you a wide smile and put his phone in his pockets. You gave him a peck on the lips and climbed on the back. Even though he did this for a year straight and he always drove very carefully, you had this habit of clinging onto him, enveloping his strong body with your hands and resting your face on his back, smelling his shampoo and leather jacket. You were squeezing him so tightly at times that your chest was pressing directly on his back making him hard while driving. He hated himself for being so desperate but just your body pressed on him drove him insane to the point of his knuckles turning white from his grip on the handles. You had never realized this though you’d notice that almost every time you got home, he’d throw your bag on the floor, push you against the wall and groan like a wounded animal against your neck, kissing you and fumbling with your clothes. His hands would caress your face while his mouth desperately searched yours, he was flushed and needy. ‘’Mhmm baby.. I haven’t even showered yet.. p-please’’ you’d mewl but he’d shut you up with an even hungrier kiss. ‘’I don’t mind princess, need you now.’’ he’d respond, pushing his achingly hard cock on your clothed entrance, rubbing up and down seductively, his tormented voice making you forget everything else (like the question why he was so hard already). He would lift you up against the wall, slide your soaked panties to the side, all that making out with him had you embarrassingly wet as he'd shove himself deep in your pussy, filling you up so good, you’d let a soft moan ‘’S..suguru p..please’’ you’d blurt, not even knowing what you were pleading for, trying to stabilize yourself in his embrace, you were slightly hitting against the wall with each needy thrust, gripping on his tousled hair for support, it turned him on so much ‘’fuck..baby ..don’t do that’’ he’d warn exhaling heavily, your hands on his hair made his cock twitch. You never listened anyway—not until he had your head banging against the wall and neighbors were knocking to ask if everything was alright afterwards.

#geto x reader #jjk smut #geto x you #geto drabble #geto smut #him on a bike drives me crazy agshfhdjs

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yuuuhiii · 3 months

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Geto teaching u how to give head

includes : 800 words , inexperienced!reader x geto suguru, smut, blowjob, explicit words,

Suguru knew you were inexperienced and he explained to you that it was okay and he’d be ready whenever you were. You always were thankful of how patient he was, he was fine with just satisfying your needs.

However one night you were feeling extra needy and wet. Suguru wasn’t helping either.

You know your boyfriend can’t help how extremely hot he is but the way his baggy shirt and sweats hugged his body was making your thighs clench.

Suguru knows you, probably even more than you do yourself. So of course he notices your squirming, setting a big hand on your thigh.

“You alright baby?” His deep voice resonates throughout the room only making your panties grow wetter.

You shake your head, your doe eyes peering up into his. He lazily smiles, rubbing your thigh, slowing inching to your heat.

“What’s wrong? You need me?” He lightly teases and you nod.

“Well you got me pretty.” He lets out an airily laugh yet you bite your lip.

Right before he’s about to sink to his knees to have a taste your words stop all of his movements.

“Sugu, can I suck you off?” He gulps, clearly caught off guard by your question, a small blush rising to his cheeks.

“A-Are you sure?” He almost whispers and you nod eagerly.

“If you’ll be patient with me.” You fiddle with your fingers.

“Of course I will baby, c’mere.” He pats his thigh, however instead of sitting on his lap like you usually do you sink to your knees in between his legs.

He’s already hard at just the sight of the position you’re in. He can’t believe that the day had finally come. He helps you pull off his sweats and you’re met with fully erect cock. You gape at his length, it lightly hitting your nose.

“Y-You’re already hard?” You whisper, your hot breath hitting his tip. He shudders, smiling dazedly.

“See what you do to me?”

You squeeze your thighs, finally wrapping your palm around him. He sighs, gaze already clouded with lust. You experimentally twist your wrist, tugging at his cock. He hisses, his lip tucked between his teeth.

“Fuck, good start.” He huffs out, throwing his head back.

The sight of him crumbing just from your touch spurs you on to make him feel even better.

“Alright, the tip is the most sensitive part, just like your clit ok?” He mumbles and you nod, staring directly at it.

The next moment your tongue lies flat along his slit, making him gasp.

“Oh fuck.” He moans, resisting the urge to buck his hips. It’s not like it was his first time getting head but god did you make him feel like a virgin.

“I-If you can’t fit me all in your mouth then just jerk the rest with your hands.” You nod, slowly leaning down to engulf him in your mouth.

The moment your mouth encased around his cock, taking him deeper and deeper he moans loud.

“Oh my god baby.” He says breathlessly, his hands making a makeshift ponytail with your hair.

You gaze up at him with your mouth stuffed full of his cock and he swears he can cum just from the sight.

“Alright baby, bob your head but make sure to watch your teeth yea?” You hum around him and he whines.

When you begin to move, you hollow your cheeks, growing faster by the second. He’s a moaning mess, chest heaving and slightly tugging at your hair.

“Ngh—good girl, sucking me so good.” He groans.

Before he can even ask you to your taking him deeper until his tip hits the back of your throat.

“S-Shit!” He jerks, his balls tightening. You gag around him and release his cock with a pop, slowly jerking his tip.

“M’not gonna last much longer.” He moans, he’s slumped into the couch, his thighs shaking a bit.

You wanted nothing more than your boyfriend to finish in your mouth so you pull out a trump card, something you read online.

Without warning you deep throat him once again and he whimpers. You keep his tip hugged against your throat and at the same time you swallow around him, one of your hand moving to massage his balls.

He gasps, his hips bucking against you. His legs twitch and against your hold you can feel his balls tighten.

“M’cumming!” He moans loudly, hunching over you.

His warm seed fills your mouth and you swallow everything you’re given. When you pull of of him he’s a mess.

“Fuck, baby I came a lot.” He lets out a raspy laugh. You place pecks along his softening cock and he jerks again.

“Hey don’t overdue it, you’re gonna make me hard again.” He holds your chin and you smile.

“Did you feel good?” You shyly ask and he smiles, pulling you next to him.

“Of course I did, you did such a good job for me pretty girl.” He whispers, kissing you needly.

His tongue enters your mouth, tasting himself on your tongue. You both moan in the kiss and his hands are gripping your thighs.

“Let me have a taste now yea?”

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seoups · 4 months

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suguru geto bf texts!

requests:

a/n: hopefully this isn't too ooc bc i dont know him all that well but i hope you guys like this!

requests are open!

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tojipie · 6 months

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nurse geto my sweet <3

content: fluff, established relationship, can be read as fem or gn reader, angst, hurt/comfort

nurse geto whose shoulders stretch out the starchy blue material of his scrubs. whose shaggy hair cascades out of the front of his bun and over his forehead after a long shift.

whose happy trail peeks over his waistband just the slightest bit whenever you catch him stretching. smiling for his patients even though his permanent eyebags that stretch back to medical school offset his cheery demeanor.

nurse geto who has cute little charms fastened in the holes of the crocs he wears to work, little logos of his favorite bands. a “g” for himself, right next to your matching initial.

who keeps his wedding ring off due to sanitation restrictions, but always on his person so he can wear it as soon as his shift is over. who spends each and every lunch break with you, shit-talking the doctors and their pompous attitudes.

suguru loves the little ones. the sweet babies coming in for their annual checkups, the newborns in need of warm sink baths, and the tiny cherubs scared to get their first-ever flu shot.

the kids love him just as much, running to wrap their little bodies around his leg when it’s time to go, babbling out a “bye-bye mister” as their moms lead them by the hand out of the exam room.

suguru so badly wants to be a father. wants to spend the rest of his life protecting the sweet souls that come into his care. you don’t quite understand until the day he comes to you after one of his sweet little patients calls him “papa,” locking the both of you in a spare linen closet and sobbing into your neck for a good hour.

suguru is a kind man, an even better healthcare worker. but he gets attached too easily.

you tell him it’s okay, that there’s nothing wrong with having love for the little ones during their time at the hospital. you’ve had your fair share of heartfelt moments with the babies too, longing for them to stay just a little bit longer after their last checkup for the year.

he can’t help how big his heart is or how deeply he wishes to share it with a family of his own, how happy he looks every time a freshly born angel wraps their wrinkly hand around his finger.

geto suguru was born to be an amazing father, and you can’t wait to give that to him someday.

#geto suguru #nurse geto #geto x reader #geto x reader fluff #nurse suguru #getou suguru x reader #geto x gn reader #jjk suguru #suguru geto #jjk geto #geto imagines #geto drabble #suguru fluff

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kizoken · 3 months

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❝𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈𝐌 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐀 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐊

𝐆. 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 ❞

✶ smut ; afab!reader , jealous ex suguru , rich girl!reader , oral , little angst , suguru jerks off with reader's panties , alcohol , make up sex , toxic relationship , biker!suguru .

✶ word count ; 1.4k

✶ m.list & request

✶ ❝took me fifteen centuries to get back on the grind but, whatever.❞

"he's staring at you...again." your friend yelled to you through the booming music. you frowned and stopped kissing the random cute guy that approached you. wiping your mouth, you asked her where he was.

"sitting by the bar." lo and behold, a daring and deathly stare was directed your way. but not to you precisely, to the random man that was taking advantage of your generosity. or that is what he thought. his gaze then set on yours and he smiled.

your face contorted at the sight of your ex-boyfriend's lurking eyes and shifted your attention to where you previously were. but the man you were making out was nowhere to be seen.

"suguru!" you cursed to yourself; it was clear this disappearance was orchestrated by him. "you called angel." his voice soft and tantalizing in your ear made you jolt back in disdain.

"you fucking asshole!" you looked at him, dead in the eye. "what did you do?!" he does this all the time, scaring your hook-ups away efficiently like a wonder pesticide. every move of his were foreign to your understanding, nevertheless, deep in the psyche of your mind you found this behavior cute.

"just watching out for the prettiest girl here...can't i?" he smiled and placed a hand at the side of your neck. the friend that announced you suguru geto was prowling around, swiftly began to intervene before you settled her down.

"love the thought! though worry about yourself and your people rather than you ex. it's not a good look on you." you give him a sour smile. "makes you look like a stalker."

"don't call me that angel!" he pouted, "i can't help that every day i spend without your company is misery; how could i not miss you?" you despised how he tugged at your heart strings the way that he did. his deep voice purring how much he wanted you back, needed you or missed you. shame on you if you were going to get fooled a second time, you were not going to let yourself be with a man that had any woman at his disposition at his back and call. even when he had you.

but lord, did he make you feel like the only girl his eyes have ever seen, whose touch he's ever felt, whose lips he's ever kissed. you had everything at your beck and call, nothing was out of your grasp, except suguru geto and his fickle heart.

even if your fiery feelings were creeping back, rationality has yet to abandon you. "suguru; i am so not falling for your dirty, empty words— go and mind torture some other girl than me. i've had enough of you."

suguru was completely taken aback by your words. the last thing he wanted was to make you too uncomfortable, just a little tease here and there. but his intentions of going back to you were in his capabilities, sincere. "oh-i, i apologize," he took a deep breath, "let me make it up to you, yeah?"

"...fine." you conceded, too mentally drained by him, and you might as well take him for his money's worth, even when you could pay our own drinks. the booming music from the club was making you sick at this point, and you really wanted to go home. "don't try a thing."

you would regret not fighting enough to keep those words as they were. it was a terrible idea to take him up on his proposal to take you back to your parent's place. the terrible decisions began to pile up as you clutched yourself around his toned torse in the bike you knew all too well. arriving to your parents' and offering him a drink at their bar. the alcohol mixed with undying feelings for your ex-boyfriend led you to seek the comfort of his lips once again.

suguru happily obliged to your necessities, he was obviously subduing his as well. "i missed you so much..." you say between desperate kisses, halting yourself and placing your hand onto his chin gaining his full attention, "i fucking hate it; i hate you."

"don't say that beautiful...let me make you love me again, hmm?" he pouted, his sneaky hands trailed to settle on your ass, squeezing lightly but as a sign of him wanting more and masking his disdain by your words with his cheekiness. geto's drunken lips placed themselves around the cervices of your neck, making you remember how good he made you feel, no matter what.

you fell headfirst to his charming touch and began to let those barriers you have set up so high up to crumble, and just let yourself go. geto held on to your body, gripping it like the most coveted prize he's been fighting for. you both stumble up through the stairs, never leaving each other's lips.

geto knew exactly where you were taking him, your old room. as he stepped in deeper, memories of sneaking in from the window in his youth flashed through his mind. he laughed reminiscing about it, sweeping off your feet to hold you in the air he said; "remember the countless times i ran out the window without pants?"

"how could i forget," you giggled, "you always looked ridiculous." geto grumbled in playful annoyance as he threw you into the queen-sized bed.

"was i?" you nod.

he could not contain his smile, "anything to make you smile princess, even if i'm a fucking joke."

and so, it was mere seconds before your ex-lover was making you scream his name in ecstasy. geto delighted himself by how your pussy sucked him in vigorously.

the wet, sloppy noises of your cunt and geto's thighs slapping against yours echoed through your former bedroom. "yes~ sugu~ ah! moreee~!"

you loved that about him, how filthy he was in his pounding. your mewls hit a higher pitch as he began to play with your left nipple and your clit with his fingers. his thrusting never ceased, hitting every sweet spot there is to his knowledge.

"sugu~ your mouth...i-i ah" geto let out a moan, knowing exactly what you desired from him, and clamped harder on your bud. "fuck me with your mouth!"

"i need it hgn~ please, please, love!" your ex melted at your words; it was something he's been missing to hear. and none other girl could say to make him oblige to every word the way that you did.

"is that so pretty girl, you want my tongue inside your cunt?" he teased, loving the way you panted and twitched in desperation.

"yes! suguru, my pussy, use it, it's hgn~ ah! all yours..." your fingernails and tips dug around the muscular flesh of his arms, "always been."

the electric feeling induced you to keep your eyes shut during your plead. however you would instantly jolt, and your eyes opened fully as you sensed geto's skillful tongue tease a swipe all around your pussy.

"oh, yes!" you squeal, taking in every inch of his wet muscle's feel. geto's hands held on tightly around your thighs, caressing the plump skin of your legs. but he wanted to further feel your body, eager to reminisce how it used to feel.

relishing in the ensuring pleasure, you were surprised to feel geto's sturdy hand reach out for your own as it laid clench on your chest. you loosen your grip once you feel his touch.

your moans never failed to vibrate in the spacious room, inciting your ex-lover to grant a generous relief to his shaft. though in his mind it was not enough, so he rummaged throughout the messy sheets into finding a thin, small fabric you own.

geto unfolded the scrunched underwear and placed it on his cock, he began to caress himself around with the help of your panties. he stuttered as he pumped his relief while using something only of your own usage, as well as being one of the most private things a person could possess. his oral performance rallied all over your pussy.

the soft fabric of your panties made your ex moan, whimper and lap at your pussy with his tongue like a starved man, it sent you to overdrive, cumming all over his face.

"sugu, fuck, so good...keep it up." and those heavenly squeals of yours mixed with alcohol and tiredness, shoot heavy strings of his cum into your underwear with no remorse. taking a few, heavy breaths in, he calmed himself down and began to trail kisses around your body until it fell on your lips.

"can i stay?" he said with a cheeky tone and a full grin as he placed himself beside you. geto trails his arms on your naked torso, embracing you while waiting for your answer.

still panting and exhausted, though enjoying his comfort, you say, "fine."

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chrollohearttags · 7 months

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your boyfriend, who was never allowed to dress up as a child or celebrate Halloween (sheltered kid/religious reasons, etc.) is a little apprehensive when you all but beg him to put on a costume and an attend a party with you. He’s not convinced that he’s missed out on anything special..that it’s just another overhyped holiday and that there’s no point. That is until he sees you dressed in a sexy Catwoman suit. Brandishing a whip, decked out in latex, knee high heels on and licking on his ear throughout the night. You look amazing but he still doesn’t see the appeal of the occasion…even with your thick ass stretched against the material. He’s not so sure about it until he makes good use of the crotch zipper on the outfit and winds up fingering you; rubbing digits throughout those juicy folds. His mind has all but changed when you’re bouncing on his dick in the backseat of his car..tits jiggling around and lips drooling from the mouthpiece of that mask as he pounds up into you. Thrashing you around on his cock until he can no longer hold back and he fills you full of his cum because that risqué little ensemble was just too much to resist. Yes, Halloween hadn’t meant much to him before but needless to say, it’s his favorite time of the year!

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armin, choso, geto, chrollo + anyone else you’d like to add

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niki-phoria · 16 days

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OMGGGG !!! I LOVED THE LATEST WORK SO MUCHHHH SO CUTE !!! would it be too much to ask a continuation of that but with different characters like gojo, toge, nanami and the rest ?? the exact same just different people where they fall asleep on the reader <333

⋆｡°✩ ANGEL / KNEW YOU WERE SPECIAL FROM THE MOMENT I SAW YOU

gojo satoru, geto suguru, inumaki toge, and okkotsu yuuta falling asleep on you

notes: gn reader (no pronouns used), not proofread, sorry if anyone is ooc !! not super happy with these tbh but i'm so glad you liked the last one !! i hope you enjoy this one too :)), header from pinterest, title from the weeknd - angel

curses make GETO SUGURU sick. they taste like a rag that’s been used to clean vomit. swallowing them is an indescribable feeling - one that cannot be forgotten, even with drugs or alcohol.

he sighs as he slips into your shared bedroom. moonlight illuminates your figure, sitting up wide awake on your side of the bed. “you’re home.”

suguru smiles. his hand slips into his hair, brushing a few stray strands away of his eyes. “you waited up for me?”

“of course i did.” his face flushes as you reach up, wrapping your arms around his neck. his hands linger around your waist as he pulls you into a tight hug. “how did it go?”

suguru closes his eyes, leaning into your touch. with each passing moment in your embrace, he can feel the weight of the world slipping off of his shoulders. swallowing his distaste for sorcery, he murmurs, “it was fine.”

you hum. pulling away slightly, you press a chaste kiss against his cheek. “come here.”

with flushed cheeks and a soft smile, suguru slips underneath the covers to lay beside you. his hair falls down his back in waves, finally released from the confines of the usual bun.

“i love you, suguru,” you whisper. “i’m glad you’re safe.”

“i love you too.” suguru sighs in response, hiding his face into the crook of your neck. curses make suguru sick. but when your arms wrap around his waist and your fingers tangle in his hair, maybe his life isn’t so bad after all.

GOJO SATORU flinches when shoko slams a cup of water down in front of him. “drink it,” she commands. “you’ve been sitting here wallowing for days. it’s not a good look on you.”

he remains silent, accepting the cup with a shaky sigh. shoko’s dark eyes study his features with a sharp glare. the usual playful glint in satoru’s ocean blue eyes is missing - replaced by a dullness she hasn’t seen in years. his shoulders slump from exhaustion; usually pristinely combed strands of his hair have become tangled from a lack of care.

shoko sighs. “y/n will be fine.” her words ring hollow through satoru’s mind. his gaze catches a glimpse of you once again - body laying limp in the hospital bed, covered in layers of bandages and bruises. his heart leaps into his throat.

it’s only when shoko places a hand on his shoulder that he realizes she’s expecting a response. satoru coughs, muttering a soft, “yeah.”

time blurs together. seconds turn into minutes into hours. it moves agonizingly slow and far too quickly all at once. he closes his eyes, cursing everyone he can think of. of all people - why did it have to be you?

satoru jumps when you cough; the quiet noise is enough to rip him out of his daydream. he digs his nails into his palms. this isn’t real, is it?

“y/n!” he scrambles to his feet; his face looms over you as he studies your face. “you’re awake! how are you feeling? are you okay?”

“i’m fine,” you chuckle. reaching up, you brush your thumb against his cheek. “you look worse than me.”

“i was just… worried.” satoru sighs, leaning into your touch. “don’t ever do that again.”

you softly smile, reaching up and gently carding your fingers through his hair. you guide him to join you in the overly cramped bed. “i love you, satoru.” closing his eyes, he presses his ear against your chest, letting the steady rhythm of your beating heart slowly lull him to sleep.

INUMAKI TOGE slumps into the seat beside you, not bothering to stifle his yawn. the hem of his uniform presses against the tip of his nose, effectively hiding the curse marks embedded into his skin behind the fabric. he leans against the wall as he studies the smooth plaster coating the ceiling.

“are you tired?” you murmur. toge startles slightly at the sound of your voice before he nods slightly. you smile. “me too. i wish they would stop sending us out so early.”

shivers run down toge’s spine when your shoulders casually brush against each other. he hadn’t noticed the limited space between your bodies until you were already touching. hesitantly, he leans over until his head settles against your shoulder. “mustard leaf?”

“yeah, it’s fine.” you smile, warming his cheeks once again. toge’s breath hitches in his throat when your lips casually brush against the crown of his head. his heart beats erratically in his chest and his face burns a deep red, thankfully hidden behind the fabric of his uniform. deep violet eyes stare into your own as you brush his bangs aside, softly smiling down at him. “get some rest. i’ll wake you up when ieiri-san gets back.”

toge doesn’t tell you that it’s nearly impossible to relax around you - butterflies swarm around in his stomach relentlessly and he can feel his face burn. he doesn’t tell you that shoko will likely just hand him another bottle of cough medicine and send him back to the dorms to sleep it off. he doesn’t mention that you probably need the sleep more than he does.

instead, he simply smiles, murmuring a soft, “salmon,” beneath his breath before he allows himself to relax, finding solace in the crook of your neck.

OKKOTSU YUUTA groans, nuzzling himself closer against your couch cushions. his throat scratches every time he swallows and the world spins each time he opens his eyes. his body aches with every movement he makes as he kicks his blankets off, letting the fabric fall into a heap at the corner of the couch.

you chuckle softly as you make your way into the living room, sliding into the seat beside him. “how are you feeling, yuu?”

“like death.” his worlds slur together in his sleepy state; syllables mush into one until you can barely comprehend the words escaping his lips. his skin is flushed, stained a light pink from his still-ongoing fever.

yuuta raises his head, tired, dark eyes finally meeting your gaze. “i can’t believe i got sick.”

“i’m sorry, honey,” you hum, reaching over to rub your hand against his back. yuuta shivers at the feeling, further relaxing against your touch. his eyes flutter shut; stray strands of ink black hair framing his sharp features. “just focus on getting some rest, okay? you’ll feel better in the morning.”

yuuta grumbles quietly, but relents nonetheless. your hands slip underneath the thin fabric of his shirt. your fingertips rub miscellaneous shapes against his skin, gently massaging the tension away from his shoulders. a soft smile lingers on yuuta’s lips as he sighs, finally falling back into sleep’s familiar embrace.

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chigirizzz · 3 months

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it was 5am when geto suguru woke up. the moon could still be seen through the window, its glow kissing the dark of the night, leaving a trail of dim light behind. it was peaceful and quiet.

he rubbed his tired eyes. something was wrong.

he turned around to face you, only to realize you weren’t in bed. the sheets on your side of the bed all messed up, your plush almost falling out of the bed, and your pillow was cold. suguru knew where you were: probably in the living room wasting time watching tv since you couldn’t fall asleep again. laying his head on your pillow, he let his hand feel the cold and soft fabric touching his fingers. your smell was there, intoxicating him with love hormones.

that was your routine now. go to sleep, wake up a few times during the night, and give up trying to fall asleep once more. suguru felt bad for you—he had to watch you get sleepy in the afternoon, resulting in you ruining your sleep schedule even more. he wanted you to be in his arms the entire night.

a sigh left his lips as he got out of the bed to see you, dragging his feet.

“again?” the male asked with a tired smile. worry and love could be read in his eyes.

“woke up three times tonight.” you didn’t face him, you were too tired to move yet you couldn’t sleep anymore; you refuse to sleep anyway. “i just want to sleep for the entire night.”

“i’ll make you some tea.”

“it’s fine.” your words were interrupted by a yawn. “go back to bed.”

the male sat next to you on the sofa. his arms invited you into his embrace, to which you accepted. he hugged you like he did before falling asleep, with you protected in his arms.

suguru wasn’t a fan of love or happy couples. yet, he found himself admiring you during dates. he found himself giving you a massage on your scalp every time you had a bad day. he found himself having his breath taken just by the sight of you. his name on your lips was a melody that could be heard by him and only him.

“feel sleepy yet?”

“i am sleepy. i’m tired.” you rubbed your eyes. “i just can’t fall asleep. i’ll wake up again anyway. so what’s the point?”

“the point, my dear.” suguru rubbed your back gently. his plan was trying to make you fall asleep so he could take you to your shared bedroom. “is that you’re losing hours of rest,” he said, his voice slowly getting lower. “and we don’t want that. right, sweetheart?”

another yawn. “no. but i’ll wake up again.”

“and i’ll make sure to help you fall asleep again. you’ll sleep entire nights in no time.” he smiled as you looked at him. your poor body was really begging for some proper rest. “i’ll make you some warm tea now, ok?” you nodded at his whisper.

“suguru. i love you.”

his smile widened, happy to hear your words. “i love you too."

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teddybeartoji · 24 days

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18+ mdni; gn!reader

thinking about roomie!suguru, who steps out of the bathroom with just a towel hanging loosely around his waist. it's dangerously low and his happy trail is... leading your eyes to a forbidden place. water droplets cascade down his temple and his neck, his scarred chest and his toned muscles.

he finishes drying his hair with another, smaller towel before slinging it over his shoulder. he gives you a warm smile. there's still a bit of sleep in his tired eyes but he looks fresh, he looks good.

(he looks more than good.)

the morning light shines in through the small window of your shared kitchen and he hums at the smell of coffee. you're an angel leaning on the counter, hands busy with preparing your drink as he steps inside.

he chuckles. he asked you a question but you didn't hear it. he smells so fucking good; the smell of his shampoo and his fancy conditioner wash over your senses and it's easy to forget where you are. his eyes flick behind you before walking over to you with a smug little grin.

he bores his sharp purple eyes into yours – he loves how you react to him. he doesn't shy away from it, he's cockier than he looks. he loves the attention, he loves to be in your spotlight. he wouldn't care so much if you were a stranger, if you were a random person on the street ogling away, ut you're neither of those things, are you? no, you're something else.

he exudes warmth as he towers over you, his head tilted down to keep his eyes on you. he wants to play with you a little – he loves the way you're staring up at him right now. eyes big and wide, lip tucked under between your teeth. he's good with people, he can read them like a book and you're no different. he sees you swallow a dry lump, he sees you grace him with a flustered smile as you try to brush by the fact that he caught you admiring him red handed. he sees the way you're taking deeper breaths than normal, surely just to keep your composure. he can't wait to break you.

his arm reaches behind you to turn off the coffee machine with a small click.

"wouldn't wanna make a mess this early in the morning, now would we?"

melting. crumbling. falling down to your knees. you hate how much he teases (you love it), you hate how patronizing he sounds (it's hot). he's the only one that can get away with it – a charming smile that hides his deepest desires of sinking his teeth into little lambs like you, soft eyes that hide the need to watch them unfold before him.

his gentle hands long to hold, long to keep and covet. he thinks about you a lot; your shared mornings and afternoons, your exhausted naps and bitter rants about your days. shy gazes and lingering touches, stupid jokes and the cute little hidden sounds he keeps hearing from your room in the late hours. he's being patient, he's warming you up.

he's just as infatuated with you as you are with him. he's just more subtle with it.

or is he?

because you've heard him, too.

you don't know whether he's doing it unknowingly or he's actually trying to make you go insane – whichever it is, you are ready to bend at his will. soft groans accompanied by a steady slick pump; you didn't mean to listen in. you just wanted to make sure he's okay!

ear against the wooden door, you listened to him think about you. your name was on the tip of his tongue, but it was too early for that. he wants to smear you with his honey, he wants to drag you in but he needs to wait for it. this is perfect.

he did know you're were there.

he heard the floor creak, he heard the cutest gasp that left your pretty lips. fuck, you're perfect. his head was lolled back as he stroked himself to the thought of your wide, doe-eyes. how flustered you'd be, how flustered you were in that very moment. he imagined your trembling hands and your stuttered words and his dick twitched in his palm.

he thought about inviting you in and just making him watch as a form of punishment, for being a little pervert. he shuddered out a laugh and watched a glob of pre-cum cover his own fingers before mixing with the saliva and spit that's covering him already. he thought about making you sit between his legs so he could jerk off right in front of your beautiful face, he thought about your wobbly lips, your teary eyes. the way your thighs would press together.

your fingers would itch and twitch and he'd make you place them on your legs. he wouldn't want you to touch. yet. maybe he'd make you apologize and maybe he'd make you kiss the tip. he thought about how good you'd smell, how good you'd taste. another raspy groan crawled up his throat and you were about to cum untouched behind his door. like a creep.

he loves it. he's proud of you, he wants to push you even further. he wants to see what else he can make you do. this is exciting and he can't wait to devour you whole as a reward after he's done bullying himself into your body and your mind. utterly loved and corrupted—

— you're meant for him.

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loko4koko · 5 months

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·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ Geto Suguru x f!reader ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

>fanart_credit: xxgojoxx (via_twitter)

MDNI 18+

>word_count: 1152

>contents: fingering (f!receiving), somnophilia (explicit and implied), explicit p in v, suguru calls you “good girl” and “baby” a few times, suguru calls you a “fucktoy” once, suguru has a big fat dick (but we all knew that)

“what are you doing?”

the hand slipping into the front of your baby blue cotton panties freezes, like a dog who’d been caught eating something they weren’t supposed to. did he think you wouldn’t notice? it’d be impossible not to; with a hand as big as his, it was like he was trying to sneak a fucking baseball mitt into your underwear.

“nothing. go to sleep.” suguru says, with the conviction of pinocchio telling someone the sky was purple. in other words, he is a goddamned dirty liar. his face is smushed into your neck, long hairs tickling the curve of your shoulder. he’s got you pressed against him like you’re planning to run away, back so flush against his chest that his heartbeat reverberates through to you.

you huff, trying to settle back into the sheets, into his hold on you. thankfully it isn’t hard, couldn’t be when he’s so broad, makes you feel so protected and cozy. you’re just getting back comfortable when that hand starts misbehaving again, creeping further into your panties. he doesn’t do anything, just lets his palm sit unmoving atop your pubic bone. it makes you squirm, his fingers are so close to where you’d normally be begging him to put them that you’re not sure how to take it.

“suguru.”

“what? i’m tryin’ to sleep here.”

“uh, no? no, you’re not.”

“am too. hands are cold. stop moving and go to sleep.”

he can’t see it, but he knows you’re scowling. you go to turn around in his arms but he uses that strong hand in your panties to grip your mound, long fingers splayed over your (slowly dampening) cunt. any words you want to say, any whines and complaints are stolen right from your throat by the man behind you. he uses that grip to yank your hips back from where you’d started to roll over, face leaving its spot on your neck to nudge his nose up against your ear.

“baby. i love you. go to fucking sleep.” his voice is riddled with a damningly arousing mix of exhaustion and authority; something that is entirely not helping when he’s already gotten so close to touching your clit that you could taste it. you don’t give him a response other than your silence, squeezing your eyes shut while you try to think about anything other than how deep his slender fingers reach inside of your- okaaay, that’s enough.

“s’my good girl. g’night,” he sighs, leaving a gentle kiss to the shell of your ear before his face is back to its residence on your nape. oh, what a cruel, cruel son of a bitch he is.

you couldn’t sleep for an hour and a half after that, wide awake and thinking about all of the other things you’d do to make suguru call you his good girl while he snores softly against you. occasionally, he’d shuffle a bit to adjust himself, and the hand in your panties follows suit, fingers brushing against your clit right as you’re about to fall asleep. safe to say, it was a rough night for your sleep schedule.

suguru is many things, and a tease is one of them. it’s 8:36am when you’re woken up, rousing from the dream state that only 5 hours of sleep had given you. it isn’t your own doing that wakes you, though. it’s the repetitive tap..tap..tap that you feel on your already sensitive clit. but then, it’s not just touching; it’s suguru’s husky voice in your ear, still colored with sleep and something dangerously lusty.

“-bet you’d like that, though. so fucking wet even in your sleep. i could just slip right inside you, baby..” the fingers touching your most sensitive parts slip lower, succeeding in their goal of spreading your pussy lips apart- not that it’d be hard to with how much slick is leaking out of you. his calloused middle finger finds its way inside of you, unhurriedly feeling around the hot, wet walls it burrowed in to. you have no response, eyes falling shut as your mouth does the opposite.

“you won’t be mad at me, right? if i put it in? give you my cock first thing in the morning? fuck, baby, you’re squeezin’…you awake?” his finger inside of you finds your g-spot in no time, massaging the spongy little spot with a very practiced ease. you can’t speak, only able to give the man behind you a nod. suguru tuts, smearing sloppy wet kisses across your shoulders and neck.

“good morning, my filthy girl. you like it when i touch your pussy while you sleep, huh? like the idea of me usin’ you as a fucktoy while you dream about me doing the same?” he pushes himself further against you at the same time that he adds another finger inside of you, grinding his cock against the swell of your ass. he’s at full staff, probably had been for a while—so fucking hard and so fucking hot that you can feel it through his boxers and shorts.

“cum for me and i’ll give it you, yeah? be a good girl ‘n cum all over my fingers, you can do it, baby, jus’ like that.” he’s thrusting those long fingers in and out of you now, much faster than your sleep-addled brain can even comprehend. your own hand wraps around his wrist, hips moving in time with him.

“‘m gonna cum, sugu, please don’t stop,” you whine, voice hoarse from being unused for so long. that knot in your stomach winds itself even tighter, whiny little gasps leaving you as he fucks his fingers deeper into you. it isn’t long before that knot is pulled too taut, before the dam breaks, and your nails are digging deep into his arm. the intensity of your orgasm has you fully awake now, no chance in hell that you’d go back to sleep after this. you were promised something, and you were gonna get it.

your breath is still coming out in sharp pants when he removes his fingers from your tight little hole, only moving them to find the waistband of your panties. he shoves them down unceremoniously, too worked up to keep wasting valuable time that he could spend making you cum all over his heavy cock. he gets his own boxer briefs down around his thighs and grips at the base of his dick, pre-cum staining the backs of your thighs as he finds his way to your cunt. you both gasp when he slips inside of you but he’s quick, leaning over to steal your lips in a kiss full of desire. when his mouth parts from yours, he moves it back to your ear, not even bothering to give you a moment to adjust to his much more than average size stretching you out.

“next time, i’m not waking you up first.”

>author’s_note: idk i’m just saying if i woke up to this every morning i’d get a lot more done in life 🧎suguru bae plsssss

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