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aftermath
Getou Suguru shows up on your doorstep. It’s not the first time, but when you look at him, at the blood spattered across his clothing, you think it might be the last.
There will be consequences when the dust settles, you know.
You let him in anyway.
notes: i think a lot about 18 year old suguru and the immediate/direct aftermath of his final mission for jujutsu tech, particularly in regards to him suddenly having two traumatized little girls to take care of. i don’t think he has any remorse about his actions at all, but there’s still a lot for him to process.
word count: 1.8k
as always, minors & ageless blogs dni.
gn!reader, major jjk spoilers (gojo’s past arc), child abuse, implications/references to institutionalization and mass murder, vulnerable suguru/he’s kinda in shock, non-sexual nudity/intimacy, bathing/washing, angst, some hurt/comfort (maybe?), lapslock bc again i shouldn’t be allowed to write in my drafts.
“Hey.”
Sometimes you wish you were capable of shutting the door in Getou Suguru’s face, but you know you never will be. Not even when you should.
He’s serene on your doorstep, his shoulders loose, but that smile of his—polite in name only, a sweet tilt of his lips with a kiss of smugness tucked into the corner of his mouth, flickering into something more and more real the longer you know him—is missing.
The air tastes sharp, like the first bite of an ozone-thick summer storm. You think of the slowing spin of a top, of the final bobbles of it, the promise of a fall.
Because Suguru wears the future on his face. It’s in the brutal calm of the set of his mouth. It’s in the keen edge of his vulpine eyes, gone wine-dark. And while he’s scrubbed away the worst of it, there’s a thick streak of blood going tacky on his temple, already fading into a rusty brown.
Something behind your ribs starts to crack open.
(Sometimes you think all sorcerers begin to grieve before they even know what they’ve lost.)
He is holding hands with two little girls.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE LOML!1!1! 🥺😻😻
ଘ. warnings ⸝⸝ twitter p*rn links. consensual somnophilia. cunnilingus. car/public sex. cock warming. creampie. greedy ‘n needy getō >:| only cause it's his birfday. (17+).
birthday boy!getō.. he's selfish. so, so, so fucking selfish.
birthday boy!getō who wakes up bright and early with a cheesy smile and a hard-on in chastity; fat cock already throbbing with anticipation–already leaking with greed–and ready to make the pitiful excuse to fuck you as just an ‘early birthday gift’ for him; stuffing you full with the fat of his cock as you continue to try and sleep before prepping for his big day today.. link! + link!
birthday boy!getō who can't even keep his selfish and eager hands off of you while you try to cook his favorite breakfast for him.. his greedy hands snake around the soft curve of your hips, the tips of his fingers wisping across your fevered skin and nipping gentle kisses at the curvature of your neck, teasing you, reeling you into giving him the breakfast he actually wants this morning.. link! + link!
birthday boy!getō who whines to you selfishly for more of your special little gifts you promised him, even when you try taking him out for a cute little picnic birthday lunch, having to hear him whine and make the selfish excuses on how it's his birthday and deserves to fuck you on the way there and even at the picnic spot.. link! + link!
birthday boy!getō who makes you sit on his aching cock while he opens his gifts soon as you two arrive back home. he makes you warm up his cock with your pretty little pussy as he smiles and appreciates every gift you've given him; he's so thankful for you and everything you've done for him today, and he sits there with a giddy smile as you tease his sensitive cock till he finally pops a hot and heavy load deep into your soft cunt.. link! + link!
ᥫ᭡ ─ tags! ⸝⸝ @svgarslut , @gabzlovesu , @umiexe </3 , @earlesskitten , @misss-chrisss , @tojiswhoreeee , @ghoejo >.<
no need to be brutal
|| getou suguru x reader || T || hurt/comfort || wc: 4.6k || ao3 ||
There’s no need to be cruel to yourself. Suguru reminds you of this.
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a/n: hurt/comfort with suguru!! AU where everyone lives/nobody dies. no spoilers! just some happy, jujutsu tech moments. student is a student, prolly a third year but its unspecified.
warnings: unhealthy coping with drugs and alcohol, reader’s body size is referenced (wearing getou’s clothes, being picked up, etc)
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better to reign in hell, than to serve in heaven - Suguru Geto x Reader
Warnings: explicit smut, dub/noncon, mega manipulative Suguru, minor spoilers for the Premature Death arc (this takes place between that and 0)
Word Count: 14,332
eeeyah writing based on manga is harder than on anime or games! Hopefully I did him justice, I really love Suguru. Like. A lot. A looot. Also I have a voice kink for his Japanese va so… there’s that. This is a generic plot I KNOW however, this is my sleepover so I get to choose the cliché!!!
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Living alone suited you. Well, having your own bathroom you didn’t have to share with anyone else suited you. You were of the strong opinion that a nice, hot shower could fix anything. It washed the blood, sweat, and grime from your skin, eased the tension in your shoulders. It helped you breathe easier. For as long as you could remember, that was your go to. Bad day? Shower. Lost a fight? Shower. Feeling sad? Shower. Regretting everything you’ve ever done? Shower. The mindless pitter-patter of water on the floor, against your shoulders, spinning in a bubbly whirlpool before draining away. Sometimes, you imagined it was a torrential downpour that would wash the world away in a flood. Sometimes you turned your face upward and imagined drowning in it, your lungs filled with water and body bloated and blue. Sometimes you closed your eyes and pressed your cheek to the cold tile and just breathed. In and out, slow and steady. You didn’t need to listen to the parade of thoughts in your head, you could just lose yourself in the deluge.
You blinked, a shiver running down your spine. At some point, the water had begun to run cold. The pipes squeaked when you turned off the stream, its steady thrum replaced with a rhythmic drip, drip, drip and the soft whoosh of the plumbing behind the walls.
It hadn’t been a bad day, not really. None of them were bad days. This was what you wanted. Peace and mediocrity. A normal life. The shaggy rug was soft on your feet, squishing between your toes. Mechanically, you dried off and slathered yourself in lotion, the movements holding an air of ritual. This was what you wanted. Again and again, until the meaning of the words was lost. Even then, you clung to the syllables themselves, hiding behind them as protection from your thoughts.
You pulled on your pajamas and brushed the tangles from your hair, wiping the steam from the mirror to see your face reflected in those blurry streaks. It was you, the same old you. Tired and worn, despite your best efforts. But still you. The mirror fogged back over. You turned away.
Opening the door let a cloud of floral-scented steam into the main room of your apartment, the cooler air brushing your damp, flushed skin and making you shiver. You flicked off the bathroom light and balanced against the doorway so you could put on socks, struggling to do so one-handed.
The truth was that, right then, you didn’t feel any sort of paranoia. You didn’t get the tingling sense that something was amiss. You were distracted by your own internal turmoil. You had grown complacent. You put too much trust in the safety of your apartment complex, the additional locks you’d fitted onto the door, and your subscription to a third party security system. No, it was only when you noticed movement out of the corner of your eye that you thought to cast a cursory glance over your apartment. Your dark kitchen, the living room with furniture you were still paying off, the mess of paperwork scattered across the coffee table, and the person on your sofa.
Comprehension struck with an inharmonic resonance of bronze and steel right in the pit of your stomach, metallic fear zipping through you. There was somebody in your apartment. You didn’t scream, you were above that, but your audible intake of breath and the thump of your foot hitting the floor was dangerously loud in the hollow absence of the bathroom fan’s hum.
Fight was, of course, your first instinct, cursed energy sparking to life in your gut. A normal person was nothing to a semi-Grade One jujutsu sorcerer, even one who was retired and weaponless.
But that was stupid, wasn’t it? If it were a normal person, it was unlikely they’d be able to get through the security measures. If it were a normal person, blind and unconscious fear wouldn’t have frozen you solid right in the doorway between your humid dark bathroom and the dimly lit den. Because although it was dark and although you were panicked, recognition struck you with the same near-instant jolt as the fear did. You knew, on a deep and base level. And you knew that he wasn’t normal.
Suguru Geto had draped himself across your couch on his side like he had every right to be there, one of his legs bent up and the other stretched out across the edge of the sofa. He lounged comfortably, his head lolling into one hand while the other held a phone. The blue light of the screen illuminated his face—that achingly familiar sculpted nose and jaw, those thin brows, the strands of dark hair flipped over his forehead. He didn’t even look up, too engrossed in whatever he was looking at.
This couldn’t be real.
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Baby Blue - Satoru Gojo x Reader x Suguru Geto
Warnings: Explicit smut, noncon/rape, threesome/double penetration, unhealthy relationships/manipulation
Word Count: 16,216
Ah, there’s nothing like traveling and family to kill inspiration. Regardless, here it is, as promised
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Sweat trickled down the middle of your spine, curving with the arch of your perfectly upright posture. Your hands, neatly folded in your lap, weren’t shaking, but the stark white of your knuckles was telling enough of the anxiety keeping your body almost exhaustingly stiff.
This was why you didn’t put yourself out there. This was why you were careful, measuring the risk and reward of your actions before acting impulsively. This was the consequence and nothing you felt—fear, discomfort, uncertainty, betrayal—was as potent as the regret. You had a feeling when you showed up at Satoru Gojo’s door with lingerie under your dress and butterflies going wild in your stomach that something was wrong but you told yourself it was just nerves. After all, firsts were important and you’d been putting off your first with your boyfriend for longer than you thought he’d have the patience for. You weren’t trying to be rude, or to intrude. You were trying to surprise him because you knew Satoru liked surprises. But the door was open, that wasn’t your fault. The intentions you had going in weren’t morally good, but they certainly weren’t insidious, you weren’t trying to spy on Satoru or anything. It was by complete accident and horrible happenstance that you caught a glimpse of the guest he had over.
And after that, intentions didn’t matter. You had officially seen too much.
In a way, you might have rathered he was just cheating on you. That would hurt, but it wouldn’t be entirely out of character. You would cry and burn the various stupid souvenir trinkets he brought back for you and complain to your friends over a bottle of wine or five, but that would be it. Instead, Satoru greeted your intrusion with only a second of displeasure before it melted into knowing delight, enthusing about the wonderful surprise and ushering you to come in with his normal energy. Now you were stuck between two of the strongest sorcerers in the world. Well, Suguru Geto was no longer a jujutsu sorcerer, even if that was how you remembered him. Now he was a criminal, a curse user, a genuine villain, and, most importantly, Satoru Gojo’s arch enemy.
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JJK/ How they fuck you + visuals
Characters: Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento, Toji Fushiguro, Choso, Sukuna Ryomen, Mahito
Warning: NSFW content, p#rn links.
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Tagging: @chosos-angel @skunaryomen @kittyymew @sunascumdoll
Sukuna: LINK / LINK
Sukuna loves you; more like, he loves your body. There’s no hiding that he uses you as his sex toy, but you don’t mind that at all, since he makes you feel so very good. The way he wraps his arms around you and bites your shoulder while pounding hard into you, leaving marks so you won’t forget who you belong to. Or the way he fucks your throat as if he’s fucking your pussy. It doesn’t matter how much you whine. There’s no escaping from him.
Toji: LINK / LINK
He’s a big guy, so it is really easy for him to lift you up and just fuck you anywhere. He’ll always have the control though. Even when you ride him (oh how he loves that), he’ll guide your moves, making sure he hits you sweet spot with every single thrust. Big guy? Big cock. He’s huge so if you’re fucking him, you definitely have a size kink. This big boy always makes sure you feel just as good as he does. He thrusts fast and deep into you, making you moan into his mouth and struggle kissing him back.
Geto: LINK / LINK
He can both be super sweet, or go rough. It all depends on what you want and how he feels. There are times when he fucks you and besides moans and groans, he doesn’t say a word, but there are also times when he won’t stop praising you, letting you know how well you are doing. He might not look like it, but he’s got a huge damn schlong. And every single time you’re making love, he takes your hand and presses it against your belly, so you can feel him deep inside you.
Nanami: LINK / LINK
This man is so stressed most of the time, and, that’s right, you’re his main stress relief source. Always there when he needs you, doing exactly what he tells you to like the good girl you are. How could he not love you? Well, he won’t admit it easily, but when he’s deep inside you, having you all tied up and at his mercy? He will say it, and not only once, he will keep repeating it, while praising you and making sure that you’re as satisfied as he is.
Choso: LINK / LINK
Huge breeding kink and a cuddle fucker. Depending on how he feels, he might either stuff you with his cum, or just fuck you slow while hugging you lovingly from the back, arms around you as he lazily pounds into you. He is quite often getting aroused by the idea of getting you pregnant, so he doesn’t even know what a condom looks like. Also a big fan of cockwarming, especially after cuddlefucking.
Gojo: LINK / LINK
He’s a manwhore✨ So he’s reeeally good at what he’s doing. He never disappoints, every single time having you reach multiple orgasms in the same session. He’s a master at fingering, eating you out, and abusing your hole. Gojo’s the man that can charm you with his words alone, so he’s always seductively whispering things in your ear. He loves it when you let him know that you need him by sending him nudes while he’s away or entering the room he’s in completely naked. You also got used to him interrupting you from cooking, or doing your makeup and fucking you over the table, sink, or pretty much wherever.
Mahito: LINK
You didn’t actually think he’d get some pussy, did you?
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