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They tampered your birth pills

Synonsis - they tampered your birth pills and you wanted to focus on your career.

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Geto suguru

Choso kamo

Toji fushiguro

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[ponderingmoonlight]

And yet, you're here

Pairing: Geto x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,8k

Synopsis: Years after Suguru left, you're still not able to get him off your mind. When he reappears years after his betrayal, the past collides with the present. Unexpected, in a way you didn't even dare to dream about.

Warnings: this isn't proofread 100%, the emotional rollercoaster you deserve, hurt to comfort big time, this is for all my geto girlies who deserve their happy ending

please please please make this go viral thank you

„He’s a threat for the whole population!”

“We need to kill that brat before he kills all non-sorcerers.”

“I can’t believe someone like him was able to do something like…that.”

“So much wasted potential. Why does a special grade sorcerer act this way?”

“I thought he’s a nice boy.”

“So, you’re not one of those nice guys I guess.”

The sun already hung so low in the sky that you were barely able to see his soft features, let alone the surprised look that crept over his face while hearing those words coming from your mouth.

“Are you talking about me or Satoru?”

You let out one of those cute chuckles he adored so much, the kind he heard in his head on repeat even when you were long gone. Gosh, he couldn’t get enough of this. Those lonely nights with only you and a cigarette by his side, the countless hours he spent trying to understand you while it was his mind that slowly but surely fell apart.

“Nope, I’m always talking about you, Suguru.”

“What am I if not a nice guy, then?”

Sure, Satoru Gojo was his one and only best friend, but you were something else entirely: An unspoken bond that lived in the spaces between words, in glances that lingered just a moment too long. You weren’t a lover, not in the conventional sense, but you weren’t just a friend either. You were a mirror to his soul, the keeper of truths he couldn't bear to speak aloud, and the only person who could hold the weight of his silence without it breaking you both.

“You’re... complicated,” you finally replied, the word laced with warmth rather than judgment.

“You’re the kind of person who feels too much but hides it too well. The kind who would burn the world down if it meant saving the people you love. Not everyone understands that, but I do. Or at least I’m convinced I do.”

Suguru’s lips twitched into a faint smile, more melancholic than amused.

“Complicated, huh? That’s one way to put it.”

“And dangerous,” you added lightly, the hint of a smile in your voice.

“But not in the way they think. Not to me.”

His expression softened, the darkness in his eyes easing for just a moment as he stared at you.

“Not to you,” he echoed, as though testing the words on his tongue, letting them sink into the cracks of his fraying soul.

Till this day, that one last conversation both of you had on that lonely bench still haunts him. The way you looked at him back then, as if you’d already knew that you might never see him again, as if you just counted the hours until he goes berserk.

What are you thinking about him now?

Is he still on your mind?

Are you hating him the way Satoru does?

“You’re thinking about her again, don’t you?”

Fuck. He thought about you.

Again.

Suguru lets out a sharp exhale, the sound halfway between a sigh and a laugh, bitter enough to sting his own ears. How pathetic he has to look to the people surrounding him. When he walked down this path, he knew that he’ll have to do it without you, that he won’t be able to see you again. And yet…

Losing you seems to hurt more than anything else.

 “Of course I am,” he admits to his assistant, his voice low and rough like gravel underfoot.

“Not like I can help it. She’s everywhere, even when she’s not. It’s ridiculous.”

There it is again, your face ghosting through his mind. Other than Satoru and Shoko, you never really tried to find him. If you wanted to, you would, right? Maybe you’re too mad at him for all the things he’s done. Or maybe you already forgot about him.

 “But it doesn’t matter, does it? She’s gone. Just like everything else.”

For a moment, he closes his eyes, trying to drown out the memories, the sound of your laugh, the way your voice softened when you said his name, the weight of your eyes on him as if you could see through all the lies he told himself. He’d burn every memory if he could, let them smolder in the same fire that consumed the rest of his life.

“Besides. She’d hate me now, just like everyone else. Maybe she was just waiting for me to turn into the monster she saw coming.”

“Stop stewing in these thoughts, that doesn’t matter anymore. We’re expecting another bunch of monkeys in half an hour.”

But even as she said it, the words tasted wrong. It shouldn’t matter that he can still feel the warmth of your gaze, your unwavering belief in him, and yet it cuts deeper than any accusation ever could. Suguru shakes his head while straightening his shoulders, eyes locked onto Manami in front of him in order to force you off his mind.

“Doesn’t matter,” he repeats, his voice barely above a whisper, as though trying to convince himself.

“It’s too late for that now. So, where’s the monkeys?”

“Why did I know I’d find you here?”

His voice startles you, making you jump slightly. You turn to see none other than Satoru Gojo standing there, hands in his pockets, his white hair catching the fading sunlight. The sunglasses perched on his nose don’t quite hide the sharp edge in his expression he usually wears around you.

“Because I’m always here, I guess,” you reply softly, your tone as tired as the circles under your eyes appear.

“And I told you to stop a long time ago,” Satoru bites back, his voice bitter, cutting.

“The Suguru you knew… he’s gone.”

The weight of his words lands hard, though they’re not new. He’s said them before, with the same venom in his voice, every time you bring up Suguru or the past.

“I know. I’ve always known.”

“Then why do you keep punishing yourself? Dropping out of Jujutsu High when everyone needed you didn’t bring him back. Hiding out here doesn’t change anything, y’know?”

“It wasn’t about bringing him back, Satoru,” you snap, your voice sharper than you intend.

“It was about… letting him go. You wouldn’t understand.”

“Try me,” he challenges, stepping closer.

“I’ve spent years watching people destroy themselves over things they can’t fix. I know the look in your eyes - you miss him. You always have. But you didn’t even try to stop him when he turned his back on us.”

You flinch, his words hitting a nerve.

“Because it wasn’t my place. I wasn’t like you, Gojo. I wasn’t his best friend. I wasn’t strong enough to drag him back kicking and screaming or to stand in his way. All I could do was… let him live the way he decided to. I thought… maybe if I stayed behind, if I didn’t follow him, he’d understand that I believed in him, that I trust him and his actions, the path he chooses. That I’d be here if he ever wanted to come back.”

Satoru’s shoulders tense, his jaw tightening. He never understood. Until this day, he never wrapped his head around the fact that you didn’t try to stop his best friend back then. You, who had more power over Suguru than himself.

God, how much he hates that disgusting truth until now.

“And look where that got you,” he mutters.

You look away, your hands gripping the edge of the bench for support.

“I never expected to see him again, Satoru. I didn’t think I’d matter enough to him for that.”

The silence between you stretches thin, brittle as glass.

“Do you think he hates me?” you ask, your voice barely audible.

“For staying behind? For not going after him?”

Gojo doesn’t answer, which is answer enough. You know he blames you, at least a little, for what happened. For not doing more. For leaving everything to him. For allowing Suguru to turn his back on Jujutsu High.

“Suguru hating you? Never. I bet he still thinks about you every damn day”, Satoru mutters under his breath before turning on his heels and leaving you standing in the rain.

Suguru, still thinking about you? You shake your head vehemently, not allowing that absurd thought into your brain. If he would miss you, he’d visit you, right? In all those years, he never lifted a finger in order to find you.

You were right there. In your small apartment, at jujutsu high.

Maybe he forgot about you after all.

“Me? Forgetting you? I’d never be able to do that, (y/n).”

Maybe some promises are meant to be broken.

-a few evenings later-

You’ve drank too much.

You always do when Shoko isn’t with you, when no one’s around to watch you. But even though you emptied a whole bottle of liqueur on your own, you still aren’t able to forget him. Fuck, his face is glued onto your mind like a second skin, never leaves you even though you drink enough to forget your own name.

Will it always feel like this? Will that ache ever go away?

“What are you thinking about, handsome?”

“Something I’ve lost some while ago”, you mumble, absently swirling your glittery cocktail around.

“That’s a bummer.”

You don’t even gift the random stranger next to you a look, the guy who smells like cheap cigarettes so vehemently that you feel like throwing up.

Maybe it’s time to call it a day.

“Yeah. Whatever.”

You spring back onto your feet, the alcohol vibrating through your veins. You were never much of a drinker back then, only shared a cigarette with Suguru from time to time. But this became your only way to numb the pain. At least for a few hours, at least for some time.

The cold air of the night hits your face like a wall. Even though it’s far past midnight, the city buzzes in street light, laughter and cries. And yet, all you’re able to think about is him again. His laugh, his voice, the way he used to look at you when he thought no one else was watching. Is it wrong to long for him? Is it disgusting that you couldn’t care less about the things he’s done those past years, about what he’d become?

You shake your head, trying to dispel the thoughts, but they cling to you, stubborn and relentless. Why can’t you just stop? Stop longing for something that will never happen, stop running after a person who is long gone? Suguru won’t come back, you won’t just meet him on a random street-

The click of footsteps catches your attention. Heavy, yet elegant footsteps across the still busy street.

At first, you think it’s just another stranger wandering through the city’s darkened streets. But something about the rhythm - steady, purposeful - sets your nerves on edge. Something about this feels familiar.

You glance up, your heart skipping a beat as your gaze meets a pair of familiar dark brown eyes.

Suguru Geto.

The world around you blurs, the sounds of the city fading into silence. It’s him, unmistakably him. His hair is longer than you remember, strands sticking to his face from what looks like rain, or maybe it’s sweat. Blood splatters ruin his clothes and the sharp line of his jaw, painting a stark, gruesome picture paired with those cold orbs. His expression is unreadable, but his eyes… they’re searching, watching your every move.

You should run, or scream, or yell at him – at least something that shows him what he put you through.

Anything.

He’s the same man who left you, who walked away from everything, from you. He, who didn’t even tell you about his true feelings, who didn’t care about the consequences of his actions, who didn’t even ask you to join. All those miserable nights you imagined him sitting next to you on that bench, the bottles of alcohol you’ve drank just to forget his name. He needs to pay for it, needs to know what he did to you by leaving you behind.

But instead, your feet move of their own accord, closing the distance between you in an instant.

Before he can react, you throw your arms around him so, pulling him into a tight embrace.

Suguru freezes, his body stiff against yours. He doesn’t move, doesn’t speak, as if the sheer force of your presence has left him powerless. You bury your face against his chest, not caring about the blood, the grime, or the hurricane of questions swirling in your mind. All you care about is the fact that he’s here, alive, and solid beneath your touch. You can feel him – not only in your dreams, but for real.

Suguru is here.

He’s alive.

He’s right between your arms.

The scent of him - familiar, though tinged with something darker - fills your senses, dragging you back into a world you thought you’d never touch again. Tears sting your eyes, but you bite them back, unwilling to let them fall.

“Suguru,” you whisper, your voice trembling.

Finally, he moves. His arms lift hesitantly, then wrap around you with a force that knocks the air out of your lungs. He holds you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear any given minute, his grip firm and desperate. His head dips slightly, and for a moment, you think you feel him trembling too.

“What are you doing?”

His voice is rough, low, almost broken.

“I don’t know,” you admit, your voice muffled against his chest.

“I just… I missed you.”

He pulls back just enough to look at you, his dark eyes scanning your face as if trying to memorize every detail.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he mutters, his tone a mixture of regret and warning.

“Neither should you,” you counter, your gaze unwavering.

Suguru’s lips twitch, almost forming a smile, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. He lifts a hand, his fingers brushing against your cheek as though testing if you’re real.

“You should hate me.”

“Maybe I should,” you reply, your voice steady despite the storm raging inside you.

God, you’re so furious at him. Mad because he ran away, mad because he left you standing in the rain.

Mad because this is actually the first time Suguru Geto hugged you.

“But I don’t. I guess I could never hate you.”

His expression falters, the mask he’s worn for so long cracking just enough to reveal the man beneath. The one you knew, the one you loved in a way you never fully understood. And for the first time since leaving everything behind, he feels that small ray of sunshine taking in his heart again.

“You don’t know what I’ve done, what I’ve become. I was so sure you’ll hate me like everyone else.”

“I know enough. And I don’t care. You’re still Suguru Geto, aren’t you?”

He exhales sharply, the sound almost like a laugh, though there’s no humor in it. You, not caring about the fact that he ended countless lives out of his own fulfilment? You, a jujutsu sorcerer who always protected those monkeys?

“You’re too good for this,” he bites back, shaking his head.

“Too good for me.”

“Don’t decide that for me,” you snap, surprising even yourself with your suddenly so sharp tone.

“You don’t get to make that choice. You already did when you left without saying goodbye”

The silence between you stretches, heavy with unspoken words. You’re right and he knows it. But… Was it really a possibility to take you with him back then? Was there a tiny chance that you…would have joined him?

Slowly, he leans his forehead against yours, his eyes closing as though seeking comfort in your presence. No, he doesn’t want to think this through. Not right now. Not when he feels your heart pound against his body, not when you’re this close to him for the very first time.

“I thought I’d never see you again,” he admits, his voice barely a whisper.

“I told myself it was better that way.”

“And yet you’re here,” you point out softly.

“And yet I’m here,” he echoes, his lips curving into a faint, bitter smile.

For a moment, it’s just the two of you. No blood, no curses, no jujutsu, no past or future. Just the weight of the present, fragile and fleeting. And for now, that’s enough.

For now, simply holding the man you thought you’ve lost forever on a random street is more than enough to make you feel whole again.

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Do you write fics surrounding ED? If you do, can I request JJK men when they realise y/n hasn't been eating. TIA

A/n: heyy anon, honestly this gave me an idea to do a smau. and ive never done a smau before bear wit me

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Suguru Geto x Reader pt. 8

finally another chapter

thinking about the plot you can leave me some ideas bellow. 

art: @sso_s__    on tt

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After hours of wandering through countless shops, Tori and I collapsed into a cozy café, our shopping bags huddled around our feet like loyal companions. She was mid-rant about some store not having her size—of what, I'd lost track. Meanwhile, I cradled my cappuccino in both hands, staring into the foam as my thoughts drifted to Suguru.

"Hey, back to earth?" Tori's voice cut through the fog, her eyebrows raised.

"Sorry, I keep zoning out," I muttered, shrugging.

"You're thinking about him, aren't you?" she asked bluntly.

"Hmm," I nodded, not looking up.

"Well," she began, leaning forward, "maybe he's right. I mean, you always try to figure out everything on your own." Her words stung, but I stayed silent, my expression unreadable, waiting for her to continue.

"It's hard to talk to you sometimes," she said gently. "You get all caught up in your head and don't say what's going on. I bet he wants to help, but how can anyone help if you keep pushing people away? No offense, but have you ever thought about it like that?"

I blinked, surprised by her unexpected honesty. She was right—completely right. Suguru, Shoko, even Tori—they'd all been so kind to me, and I'd been keeping them at arm's length. Not because I didn't trust them, but because I didn't want to burden them. Was my refusal to be vulnerable actually harming these relationships?

"None taken," I said quietly, shaking my head.

"Tori, you're probably right," I admitted after a pause.

"Of course, I am!" She beamed, sitting back. "You should talk to him when we get back to school." She checked her phone and stood, signaling for the check. "Speaking of, we should probably get going."

The café was bustling, filled with the hum of lively chatter and the comforting aroma of cinnamon rolls mingling with coffee. For a moment, it felt like a refuge from the pressures of school. But as much as I enjoyed the change of scenery, her words lingered. Maybe it was time to face my fears and have that conversation with Suguru.

—

The hallway to the dorms felt quieter than usual as Tori and I reached the point where our paths split.

"Today was awesome. Now, go and talk to him, understood?" Tori wrapped me in a quick hug, waving as she turned down her hallway.

"Sure. See you tomorrow," I replied, waving back.

As she disappeared around the corner, I slowed my pace, fumbling for my keys. There was no way I was going to talk to Suguru tonight. Not like this. I needed time to think—time to plan what to say and how to say it. Tomorrow, in between classes, I'd text him. That was the plan. Satisfied with my decision, I dropped my bags unceremoniously onto the table, not even bothering to unpack them. After changing into my pajamas, I collapsed onto my bed, throwing on a random movie to distract myself from the impending "talk." Eventually, I drifted off to sleep.

Monday arrived far too quickly, heralded by the relentless blare of my alarm. By the third snooze, I forced myself out of bed, dragging my feet to the bathroom. The warm water of the shower was a fleeting comfort, relaxing me for only a moment before—

Knock. Knock.

What? I wasn't that late—yet. Wrapping a bathrobe hastily around myself, I stumbled to the door, my wet hair sticking to my face.

"Yes?" I cracked the door open cautiously.

Standing there was Ijichi, the assistant manager, his professional demeanor as rigid as ever.

"Miss Y/N, you've been chosen for a mission alongside your upperclassman, Geto," he said, holding a crisp paper in his hands.

My heart sank. Behind him, leaning casually against the wall with his arms crossed, was Suguru. His expression was unreadable, but his presence alone set my nerves alight.

"Can we meet at the parking lot in 30 minutes, or do you need more time?" Ichiji added, his gaze sweeping over my disheveled appearance.

"Thirty minutes is fine," I stammered, shutting the door before sprinting back to the bathroom.

This was not how I wanted to face Suguru—not in the middle of a mission, and definitely not when I'd just rolled out of bed.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I muttered, yanking the hairdryer off the counter. In record time, I dried my hair, threw on my uniform, and grabbed my nunchaku. A quick spritz of perfume, a hurried gulp of water, and I was out the door, still struggling to get my shoes on as I rushed to the meeting point.

The parking lot was bathed in the soft light of the early morning, but the atmosphere between us was anything but serene. Suguru stood next to Ijichi, his hair neatly tied back, his uniform immaculate. He looked good—too good. Meanwhile, I was painfully aware of the fact that I was a mess, both inside and out.

We exchanged stiff greetings before climbing into the car. The tension inside was suffocating. Suguru sat beside me, his face turned toward the window, silent. It was like a physical wall between us, and every second of it made my chest ache.

I kept my hands folded in my lap, stealing glances at him, hoping for a sign—a word, a gesture, anything to break the ice. But there was nothing. His silence cut deeper than I expected, and I found myself gripping the edge of my seat, willing the awkwardness to end.

I wanted to say something. I needed to say something. But the cramped space, the watchful eyes of Ijichi, and my own lack of preparation left me paralyzed. Instead, I stared at my knees, my head hanging low, feeling like a scolded child.

I didn't even know the details of the mission—I'd been too flustered to ask. All I knew was that today was going to be a long, painful day.

As we arrived, the quiet suburb unfolded into an elementary school, its small playground eerily still. The tension in the air matched the somber atmosphere. Suguru and I stood beside the car as Ijichi laid out the mission.

"There's been cursed energy detected here, but the priority is retrieving two children who haven't returned home. We believe they're alive, but stay prepared for anything. Good luck." He gave me a reassuring pat on the shoulder before retreating to let us proceed.

Suguru took the lead as we approached the school, his movements steady and composed. My heart pounded as I trailed a few steps behind, rehearsing what I might say to him.

But then he broke the silence first.

"Hey, whatever's going on between us... can we handle this together?" His tone was calm, professional, yet his words carried a weight that made my chest tighten.

I blinked, caught off guard. Was this a truce? A promise to talk later? Or just a way to keep things functional for the mission? My mind raced with questions, spiraling deeper into uncertainty.

Focus. Now isn't the time to overthink.

I quickened my pace, stepping up beside him. "Of course. No problem," I said, nodding firmly, hoping my voice didn't betray the turmoil in my head.

We walked in sync toward the entrance, the looming mission ahead forcing me to push personal thoughts aside—for now.

—

The abandoned elementary school felt suffocating, each step echoing ominously. A faint, fearful whimper guided us to a classroom.

"They're in here," I said, quickening my pace and pushing the door open.

Inside, two children cowered beneath a desk, their small frames trembling. The sight hit me like a wave—I'd been there before, frightened and alone. I approached slowly, crouching to meet their wide eyes.

"Hey, it's okay now," I said gently, offering my hand. "We're here to help."

Channeling my cursed technique, I let soothing energy ripple outward, washing over them. Their breaths steadied, and they nodded hesitantly, clutching each other tightly.

Suguru, standing by the doorway, glanced back. "You stay here with them. I'll handle the curse."

"No," I said firmly, rising to my feet. "We're a team. I'm coming with you."

We found it soon—a hideous amalgamation of sharp teeth and writhing tendrils lurking in the shadows. Without hesitation, Suguru summoned his curses, sending them forward in an elegant, deadly dance. I gripped my nunchakus, ready to dive in.

"Stay back, Y/N!" he barked, his voice sharp. "I need room to move!"

"I'll get in close!" I shouted, darting toward the curse.

"Damn it!" Suguru snapped, yanking his curse back. "Use your technique instead!"

"I can't!" I shouted, frustration burning in my chest as I swung at the curse, my nunchakus connecting with a solid crack.

"What do you mean you can't?" Suguru's eyes flicked to me, his irritation palpable.

"I don't know how!" My voice broke, the admission spilling out as the curse retaliated, its tendrils slicing the air. I leapt back but wasn't quick enough—a glancing hit sent me stumbling.

Suguru seized the opportunity, his curse constricting the curse as his other summons tore into it. A final surge of energy and the curse dissolved, condensing into a black sphere. Without hesitation, Suguru approached it, plucked it from the air, and consumed it, his expression unreadable.

"You're reckless," he muttered, still not meeting my eyes.

My chest tightened, but I shot back, "And you're impossible." I clutched my arm, the sting of both the curse and his words biting deep.

When we returned to the children, their fear had resurfaced, their small bodies trembling once more. Kneeling beside them, I let my cursed energy flow again, softening the sharp edges of their terror. Their cries quieted as they clung to my hands, their grip grounding me as much as I calmed them.

Suguru watched silently, his features softening. "At least that worked," he said, his voice no longer cutting.

"It's all I can do right now," I admitted, my voice quiet.

He nodded, his tone gentler. "We'll figure out the rest later. For now, let's get them home."

As we stepped out of the school and made our way toward Ijichi's car, the two children held hands tightly. One clung to my side, their small grip a comforting reminder of why we were here. I glanced at Suguru walking a few paces ahead, his expression unreadable. The silence between us was heavy, and I couldn't bear it any longer.

"Suguru," I began, my voice tentative. "I need to tell you something. Please, just... let me finish before you say anything."

He glanced back at me, a faint, almost teasing smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Go ahead," he said simply, his tone soft but guarded.

I swallowed hard, gathering my thoughts. "The shock... or whatever this is... it started a few days before all of this. I don't know how to explain it, but it's like I'm pulled into something. I find myself in the memories and emotions of curses or people." My voice wavered, but I pressed on. "It's overwhelming. And when it happened a second time, I was terrified."

"I thought if I could figure it out, maybe I could control it—maybe it could even be useful. I didn't want to bother you or anyone else. Honestly, it sounds so ridiculous even as I'm saying it out loud." I let out a shaky breath. "I found a few things in books, but I don't understand them. I think I need help."

The weight in my chest lifted slightly, but I kept my eyes on the ground, unsure of his reaction.

Suguru's footsteps slowed, and he reached out, gently placing a hand on my shoulder, his other lightly gripping the arm of the child holding me. It almost made us look like a strange little family in this moment.

"Y/N," he said, his voice low but steady, his gaze piercing. "You should know by now that you're never a burden to me. Whatever this is, you don't have to figure it out alone. You're strong, but even the strongest of us can't carry everything on their own."

There was a brief pause before he continued, his tone softening. "I'm sorry I was so hard on you. I thought it would push you to open up, but I see now that I should have just been patient. I hate seeing you shut me out."

His words struck something deep inside me. "I'm sorry too," I whispered.

His lips curved into a small smile. "You're stubborn as hell, you know that?"

I chuckled softly, wiping at my face. "Yeah, well, you're not exactly easy to deal with either."

His hand gave my shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "Good. It keeps things interesting."

For the first time in days, the tension between us felt like it was melting away. And for the first time in what felt like forever, I felt like I wasn't carrying this alone.

As we approached the entrance of the school, the sight of two worried parents waiting near Ijichi's car immediately caught my attention. Their faces lit up with relief when they spotted the children clinging to us. The little ones released our hands and ran to their parents, who dropped to their knees, arms wide open.

"Thank you so much!" the mother exclaimed, her voice trembling as she hugged both kids tightly. The father bowed deeply, gratitude written all over his face. "We owe you everything."

"It's our duty," Suguru replied, his tone calm but kind. His formal manner reminded me of how seriously he took his role as a sorcerer, even amidst chaos.

Ijichi approached, clipboard in hand. "Great work as always," he said, giving us both a nod. "Is everyone unharmed?"

"Yeah, the kids are safe," I replied, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "We handled the curse."

Ijichi glanced at the parents and children, ensuring everything was in order, then turned to us. "If you're ready, let's head back."

I looked at Suguru, and he gave me a slight nod. As we walked toward the car, the weight of the mission—and the conversation we'd had—started to settle. We'd saved lives today, but more than that, I felt like I'd taken the first step toward mending what had been fractured between us.

As I climbed into the car, Suguru sat beside me, the tension from earlier almost entirely gone. His hand briefly brushed mine as he settled in, a silent reassurance that, despite everything, we were still a team.

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GOJO SATURO X READER

-Story Summary :

╰┈➤ In the mysterious backdrop of ancient Kyoto, Y/N, the only daughter of the Hirano clan, prepares for her marriage to Gojo Satoru, the most powerful magician, a union designed to secure the future of their clan.

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-Current year : 2012

-Current reader age: 16

-Gojo Satoru's current age: 22

-Started : July, 8th, 2024

-Ended : Not Finished

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Important notes:

-age gap (six years), gojo is a bit violent, the reader is 16 years old in current events.-

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-In the heart of Kyoto, where ancient traditions intertwined with modern sorcery, the Hirano clan's estate stood as a silent sentinel to its illustrious lineage. Within its quiet corridors and manicured gardens, the air was thick with the weight of duty, a burden that the young heiress, the reader "y/n".

-Her chambers, adorned with silks of deep crimson and gold, reflected the opulence and austerity expected of one destined for greatness. y/n, with her bright green eyes and sun-kissed hair, adorned with light orange freckles, a picture of quiet obedience, She sat on her bed, which was draped in luxurious silk sheets and pillows embroidered with intricate patterns. In her hands, she held a well-worn book about a princess, its pages soft from being read many times. This story was her favorite, as the princess's life mirrored her own in many ways, filled with duty, tradition, and a yearning for something more.

-As she lost herself in the familiar tale, the door to her chamber opened with a soft creak. Her mother, Lady Hirano, entered the room with an air of authority that commanded attention. Tall and imposing, she wore a kimono that exuded elegance, paired with very dark lipstick that contrasted sharply with her golden-yellow hair, a shade identical to her daughter's. With a graceful but firm gesture, Lady Hirano took the book from Y/N's hands and set it aside.

-She said in a firm tone :                                 

-"You must understand, daughter, that your marriage to Gojo Satoru is more than a personal union, It is a pact that binds our clans, securing our future."-

-y/n inclined her head respectfully, her fingers tracing the intricate patterns of her kimono. The fabric whispered tales of craftsmanship passed down through generations, each stitch a testament to the artistry that adorned the Hirano lineage. From childhood, she had been immersed in the teachings of duty — to marry, to bear children, to uphold the honor of her ancestors. Her desires and dreams had long been surrendered to the sanctity of tradition, woven into the fabric of her existence like the threads of her ceremonial attire.

-From a young age, she had been groomed for this role — to marry, bear children, and uphold the honor of the Hirano name. Her desires had long been sacrificed on the altar of duty, her dreams mere whispers in the wind.

-Since her early years, Y/N's mother had treated her with a cold formality, constantly reminding her that she was special and not like other children. Play was forbidden, replaced by a strict regimen of meals and classes that focused on education and moral discipline. Under her mother's stern guidance, she transformed into an obedient doll, a woman molded to wait for marriage and childbirth without any personal goals. Like the women before her, she was expected to perform her duty, give birth to heirs, and then pass away in peace.

-"You possess the blood of warriors and sorcerers," -

-Lady Hirano continued, her gaze unwavering as it assessed her daughter. Pride mingled with expectation in her eyes, a reflection of the legacy that y/n was destined to inherit.

-"Your union with Gojo will ensure the prosperity of our clan,"-

-She affirmed with conviction.

-"This is your destiny, y/n."-

-A tumult of emotions stirred within y/n's heart — apprehension, resignation, and beneath it all, a quiet rebellion that dared to question the path laid out before her. She had been raised to honor tradition, to embrace her role without question, yet a flicker of curiosity burned within her. Beyond the rigid confines of duty, she yearned for a glimpse of a world where freely, untethered by the expectations of clan alliances.

-Lady Hirano turned to leave she will not allow her to answer, because Y/N's answer simply does not matter, as it will not change anything. She also expects absolute obedience. Any objection will result in punishment and many lectures. Her silhouette framed by the soft glow of lanterns.

-Y/N, now sixteen years old, prepares to take on the role of gojo Satoru's wife, in the eyes of her clan, this is an appropriate age for marriage.

-Y/N gaze lingered on the moonlit garden beyond her window. Cherry blossoms swayed in the evening breeze, In that quiet moment, amidst the weight of tradition and the legacy of her bloodline, y/n pondered the path that lay ahead.

-Tomorrow was the beginning of a new life, the day she had been preparing for all her years...

-Your wedding day, you had simple encounters with Gojo Satoru, specifically at clan gatherings, you don't know much about him, but what you concluded after your encounters was that he didn't care much about you, for the most part, he hates her, but you don't care, you already heard many rumors throughout their engagement that he's a womanizer.

-A sigh escaped Y/N's lips, as she cleared her mind of conflicting thoughts. She murmured in a low tone,

-"No need to be nervous, I will do what I learned,"-

Before she got up, closed the window, and went to sleep.

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-Gojo's Point of View-

-The year doesn't change (in 2012)

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-In contrast, Gojo Satoru, the man who is twenty two years old, prowled the corridors of the clan headquarters, his best friend and confidant, Suguru Geto, by his side. Gojo was grumbling incessantly, and Suguru, with his soothing voice, tried to calm him.

-"You know, Satoru," -

-Suguru began cautiously, his voice a calming presence amidst the brewing storm.

-"she didn't choose this any more than you did. Remember that."-

-Gojo's response was a derisive scoff, his expressions hidden behind the dark blindfold that marked him as a prodigy among sorcerers.

-"I know what this is, Suguru,"-

-He replied sharply.

-"A marriage to a minor who isn't even eighteen yet, to strengthen alliances. Don't expect me to play the doting husband."

-Suguru sighed, fixing his gaze on his friend's impassive face.

-"She's not just a piece in this game, Gojo,"-

-He insisted gently, knowing how much his friend despised the traditions that dictated their lives.

-"She's a person with dreams and hopes. You could at least try to see that."-

-Gojo turned away, his clenched jaw revealing the turmoil within.

-"Dreams and hopes,"-

-He repeated mockingly.

-"What does she know about such things? She's been groomed since birth to obey, to serve the clan's ambitions, just a stupid doll. Our marriage changes nothing."-

-Suguru's brow furrowed in concern, aware of his friend's stubbornness.

-"Maybe not,"-

-He conceded quietly,

-"but she deserves more than your indifference."-

-With a frustrated grunt, Gojo fell silent, his footsteps echoing through the polished corridors of the headquarters. Geto watched him, letting out a quiet sigh as he broke the silence in his gentle tone.

-"Remember, Satoru, she's a girl, barely sixteen, thrown into a harsh reality of premature adulthood."-

-Gojo looked at him, recalling their few encounters, her hesitant smiles, the nervous glances she cast around the room, her attempts to mimic the grace and poise expected of her. She was a child, really, though their world didn't afford her the luxury to remain one.

-"You know she's only sixteen,"-

-Suguru added, his voice softer, almost pleading.

-"She's not just young, she's practically still a child."-

-Gojo clenched his fist, his knuckles turning white. He knew what was expected of him — to marry her, strengthen the alliance, and get her pregnant as soon as possible. The weight of the elders' expectations was suffocating.

-"They want me to marry a minor and have children with her as quickly as possible. It's absurd,"-

-Gojo muttered, his tone filled with bitterness.

-"Do you think I don't know that? Do you think I don't understand the pressure? But I won't be forced into this without a fight."-

-Suguru stepped closer, his gaze imploring.

-"I'm not asking you to accept this without a fight, Satoru."-

-He placed a gentle hand on his friend's shoulder.

-"But at least consider what she must feel. She's trapped just like you, if not more. Show her some kindness. She deserves that."-

-Gojo turned to face his friend fully, the agitation in his eyes clear even through the blindfold.

-"And what if I can't, Suguru? What if I'm too consumed by my own anger and resentment to see beyond my suffering?"-

-Suguru smiled sympathetically, a small, sad smile touching his lips.

-"Then you'll both suffer needlessly. Especially her. You already have some freedom and a bit of authority over the elders, but she doesn't."-

-He sighed, lowering his hand from Gojo's shoulder.

-"But if you can find it in yourself to show her a little compassion, maybe — just maybe — you'll both find a way to bear this together."-

-Gojo's shoulders relaxed slightly, the internal battle momentarily subdued.

-"I'll try"-

-he whispered, almost to himself.

-"But only for myself. I'll try."-

-He said arrogantly,

-"Don't expect me to be the devoted husband. I'll just try not to treat her too harshly. I really don't see her as my wife."-

-Suguru nodded, his temper rising slightly at his friend's arrogance.

-"That's all anyone can expect from you, Satoru."-

-The moonlight bathed the Gojo headquarters in a serene glow as they continued walking, discussing other topics.-

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-Flashback:The First Encounter-

2003 (nine years ago)

-gojo : thirteen years old

-y/n : seven years old

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-Years ago, on a balmy summer evening, the Hirano and Satoru clans convened for a rare gathering at the sprawling Satoru estate. Lanterns cast a warm glow over the meticulously manicured gardens, where the scent of cherry blossoms mingled with ceremony.

-y/n Hirano, then a timid seven-year-old adorned in a kimono of soft pastels, stood amidst the opulence of the estate's grand reception hall. Her heart fluttered with a mix of curiosity and trepidation as she awaited the introduction to Gojo Satoru, the thirteen boy, heir to the formidable Satoru lineage and already a prodigy among sorcerers at sixteen, she will be engaged today, with him.

-The dinner between the clans had been a tense affair, filled with polite exchanges that barely masked the undercurrents of political maneuvering and ancient rivalries. Gojo, seated at the head of the table, occasionally glanced towards Makoto with an unreadable expression, his gaze piercing through the formalities with unsettling intensity.

-After the formalities, y/n found herself alone with Gojo in a quiet corner of the garden, away from the prying eyes and murmured conversations of their elders. Gojo leaned against a stone pillar, his posture relaxed yet his presence commanding.

-"You're the Hirano girl,"-

-Gojo remarked coolly, his voice carrying an edge of disdain as he glanced down at y/n with barely concealed disinterest.

-y/n, trained from birth in the art of etiquette and obedience, lowered her gaze respectfully.

-"Yes, Lord Gojo,"-

-She replied softly, her voice tinged with a hint of nervousness.

-"It is an honor to meet you."-

-"Honor?"-

-Gojo scoffed, approached her and held her wrist tightly, but not to the point that it would hurt her, he pressed her small figure and looked at her with complete annoyance, his tone biting as he circled her with a predatory grace.

-"This arrangement is nothing more than a shackle forced upon us by tradition. Don't mistake it for anything else."-

-y/n felt the weight of his words like a physical blow, her youthful innocence colliding with the harsh reality of their predetermined futures, She bit her lip, tried not to tremble, struggling to maintain composure in the face of Gojo's blunt dismissal.-

-"You're right, Lord Gojo,"-

-She murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.-

-"I understand."-

-Gojo's gaze softened imperceptibly for a fleeting moment, a hint of something unreadable flickering in his eyes before he turned away dismissively.

-"Good,"-

-He muttered, striding off after he left her arm and the sound of his steps filled the corridors.

-Alone once more in the vastness of the Satoru estate, y/n clutched at the folds of her kimono, her young heart heavy with the weight of their brief exchange. She had been taught from a tender age the importance of compliance, of burying one's desires deep within the recesses of the soul in service to the clan's aspirations.

-As she wandered the labyrinthine halls, the echoes of Gojo's words lingered in her mind, In that moment, amidst the opulence and the traditions that bound their clans together, She started thinking about her life — a life intertwined with the enigmatic figure who had already left an indelible mark upon her heart.

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JJK HALLOWEEN!! getoxreader

sum it up ❥ suguru is cursed to turn into a cat by nightfall, and you are a lonely witch who takes advantage of his human parts during the day.

CONTENT: shapeshifter!geto, modernau, swan lake adaptation, fluffy, soft, praise kink, virgin!reader, unprotected, creampie, overstim, nudity unrelated to sex

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song inspo 💿: west savannah ft. sza

A/N:

to conclude my beloved Halloween jjk series, i am giving our bby geto the soft love story he deserves. everything about this fic is gentle from the conversations to the smut and so, it may be boring and out of some of your interest range, so i apologize. this is just something i wanted to do. ofc it’s still a little *nasty* just not rough.

The moon kisses your skin as you sink into the small pond in your front yard.

With no neighbors for miles, you're able to do so without clothes, letting your body recharge in moon water, drenching your hair and skin.

Your practices may appear silly, but that is why you live like a recluse, your only friends being the wildlife and the riverbed. No one around to judge you as you splash your bare shoulders in the cool water.

You lean back in the pond, arms balanced on the wet earth around you. You stare up at the stars. Your eyes begin to flutter closed, until you hear rustling.

Not uncommon. Of course there's wild animals all around you, and you usually welcome them. With it being dark though, you have to be a bit more cautious.

You open your eyes and turn, scoping the scenery. At first, you don’t spot anything until you hear rustling again. Your eyes follow the noise, then you see that walking along the bushes near your porch is a fuzzy, black ball. You cannot quite make out what it is until you squint and see bright purple, slitted eyes staring at you.

It's a cat.

You gasp in excitement and pull yourself out of the water. The cat scurries around the corner of your porch and you frown, but you know how you can get it to come back.

In all your bare skin, you bolt inside the house, dripping water, and begin to scour your fridge for the tuna you had very recently made.

The real reason you live so far from society is because you are not quite an ordinary human. You see, any food that you cook heals the person who eats it. You first discovered this when your brother had busted open his head as a child, and you'd made him a sandwich out of sympathy. Hours later there was not so much as a scar in the place he'd been bleeding out of.

And ever since, when your parents weren't looking, you and your brother would beat yourselves up just to test your powers. He remains the only person who knows about them.

With this ability, you figure the stray cat could use a bit of healing. You fix the tuna into a small bowl, a soft shimmer coming from the fish.

You walk back outside, still stark naked. You don't see the cat anymore but you can hear it in the bushes. You squat down and place the bowl on the grass, just under the awning of your wooden porch, and then you back away.

“Here, kitty kitty,” you coo.

Moments later, the skinny cat emerges, glancing up at you to see if you intend harm. You back away farther and soon, it dips its head and begins eating the food.

Within minutes, the patchy fur around its ears begins to fill in, the mats disappear, and the crust around its purple eyes dissolves.

You smile to yourself. You've only had to use your healing technique on yourself in the past years, so you weren’t entirely sure how powerful they still were. This confirms you’re still fully capable.

The cat would go on to disappear, but for the next couple of months, you’d search for it outside, both day and night. It only ever appeared at night, though, and only about twice a week. Sometimes less.

“Why hello, kitty,” you’d say when seeing the cat, and it would regard you with a mew, but it would never quite come close enough to touch.

A week passed, for the first time in months, and there was pure silence. No sign of the cat. You found yourself rocking on a chair on your porch, waiting, and it didn’t come for an entire seven days.

Until a full moon-bathing night.

The cat returns, completely different in appearance and nearly a brand new animal. It's belly is thick with nutrition, ears sharp and full, tail furry and active.

And to your complete surprise, the cat approaches you in the pond.

You jump with surprise, and turn around to face the cat, putting your hand out of the water. It sits down next to the water and watches you intensely.

You don't move for a moment, afraid to scare it off. But after several beats, it nudges your wet hand and you rub your palm across its back.

You jolt with the realization that you have earned its trust.

"Welcome back," you say softly, moving your hand to scritch its chin. "I wish I knew what you were. A boy or girl. So I can name you. Right now, your name is 'here, kitty kitty.'"

The cat's ears twitch as it rolls onto its side and licks its paw.

"Oh well," you shrug. "Kitty will have to do for now. Anyway," you shake your head, realizing you are trying to hold a conversation with a cat. "Where have you been, naughty cat? I was worried about you.”

The issue with you holding a conversation with the cat is that it seems to be listening. It looks up at you with a slow blink and mews.

You smile. “It’s okay. Just missed you, is all.” You take a deep breath. “It’s chilly tonight, kitty. You sure you don’t want to stay with me? I have a warm bed.” You rub your hand along its side and it begins to purr.

Perhaps that is a yes.

It leaves your hand and skips to the porch where it then sprints towards the front door, turning to face you expectantly.

You huff and then pull yourself up out of the water, your body soaked and dripping as you reach for your dry cloth and begin to wrap it around yourself as you walk towards the feline, who is staring at you.

When you make it onto your wooden porch, you smile down at the feline and pull open your storm door, stepping inside as the cat follows.

It glances around, nose twitching, taking in this new and intimidating space.

“I would have made you your own space if I’d known you were coming,” you say, continuing to talk to the cat like it would really respond.

It was much to hope for, but you hadn’t had a conversation with anyone in years.

You lead it off to your bedroom and push open the door.

"I don't mind if you sleep with me," you say kindly, but now it appears that the cat is back to not understanding you, as it goes into the bathroom and looks around - then back to the living room, before ultimately nestling in on your couch.

You sigh as you follow it around with a smile.

"Fine, make yourself at home.” You walk over to scratch the cat on its head. “If you see any mice, feel free to take care of it for me. I will see you in the morning.”

Okay, so maybe you have lost it. A lonely, weird witch who's speaking to animals that cannot understand you. But at least you have a companion now, something to help you be a little less lonely.

Maybe.

You go into your room and change into warm pajamas, then settle into bed that night with a smile on your face. You poor thing, having no idea what you'd gotten yourself into.

The sun peeks through the window the next morning, and gently pulls you out of your sleep.

The first thing on your mind is that you have to feed your new pet. Even though it looks well fed thanks to your magic, it has been a week since you'd seen it last, so you aren’t sure if it has eaten in that time.

You rub your eyes free of sleep and grab a comb in order to gently work the sleep-knots out of your hair. You emerge from your bedroom to head to the kitchen.

Halfway down the hall, you hear snoring and you freeze. Is the little cat really that loud of a sleeper?

You peer around the corner and, you don't see the feline anywhere. But then your eyes travel to the couch, where you’d seen it last.

Your eyes land on very human toes, then they slither up a very bare human calf, then over a bare muscular thigh, and up a bare human chest, until they land on a human face - surrounded by a wild pool of ebony hair.

Your shriek jerks the individual awake.

You take your comb and hold it out in defense, but you know realistically there is no violence in your body.

"Oh, shit," he shouts, scrambling to stand off of the couch and raising his hands. "I-I thought you would sleep a bit longer."

"Who the hell are you?" you shriek, your trembling hand keeping the comb up in defense.

"I'm..." he swallows and looks down, appearing to realize that he is stark naked, but makes no effort to hide himself. "You invited me in," he continues, voice accusing. "Here, kitty kitty. Remember?"

You blink in disbelief. Your eyes trail over his black hair, then his purple eyes, the slits in them now blown to full size. He's not lying. There is no denying the eyes.

"B-But how are you human?" you whisper.

He sighs sadly, dropping his hands. "I have a curse." He scratches his head and you wonder when is the last time he's taken a bath that wasn’t with his own tongue. "I apologize, as I never intended for you to find out."

You think back to your time with the cat. He’d seen you naked a couple of times, for long periods at that. And he’d secretly been a man the whole time. Even though he stood naked in front of you now, as well, you're more embarrassed than you are upset with him.

"It's okay," you say softly, lowering the comb.

He blinks at you in disbelief but his shoulders visibly relax.

"I considered telling you sooner but, I didn’t want to scare you.” He sighs and interlocks his fingers. "But I always wanted to thank you for healing me.”

You nod slowly. "It was my pleasure.” You pause for a moment. "What is your real name?”

"It is Geto," he says.

"Odd name for a cat," you say, teasing. "I'm Y/N."

Geto nods. “Lovely, well, I'm sorry for the intrusion. I'll go now." He turns to leave and your heart stops.

"What?" you blink at him. "N-No, you don't have to do that."

"Well, don't you think I'm some kind of freak?" he questions. "Aren't you upset I didn't reveal the truth sooner?"

"No, and yes," you say softly. "I wish you would have told me because…” because it is a dream come true that you’re a human, you want to say. “Because who am I to judge you?”

Geto clicks his tongue. “People judge all the time even if they have no right to.”

“I am a witch who lives by herself in the woods and talks to animals, for God’s sake,” you throw your hands up. “Clearly, I needed someone real to talk to.”

“I’m sorry,” Geto says, swiping a hand down his face.

You take a deep breath. “No, I’m sorry, that was uncalled for.” You lower your hands. “How long will you be human?"

"Only until dusk," Geto explains.

"And this happens, everyday, without fail?" you question, taking a step towards him, trying not to allow your eyes to wander.

"Yes," he says, raising an eyebrow, hands flying up in defense. "Forgive me, but I am naked. I don't think-"

"Do you know how long I've been without companionship, kitty?" you ask, putting your hands on your head. "I enjoyed taking care of you, feeling like I kind of had a pet, anticipating your return. I don’t want you to leave so soon.”

Geto bites his lip, "Really? I... I enjoyed coming to see you, too. Especially on nights you moonbathe."

You quirk your brow. "Is that so?" That much was obvious, as you think about the previous night when he had come and sat next to you while you were in the water.

Geto nods sheepishly, keeping his eyes averted. “So, this means I can... stay with you?"

You nod happily, "Of course. How long have you been out there like this? With no where to go?"

Geto shrugs his shoulders. "My life before getting cursed is pretty fuzzy. The days and nights have blended together.”

“And you are always naked?” you snicker.

Geto chokes a bit and uses his hands to hide that part of himself, which you’d been trying not to look at and failing miserably.

“Um, I wasn’t at first,” he admits, “but my clothes became ripped to shreds and I just accepted defeat. If I am wearing something before nightfall, by morning when I am human again, I will be in the same clothes.”

“Oh, fantastic,” you say with a smile.

Geto opens his mouth to respond, but with a snap of your finger, his body is covered in a black sweater, shorts and warm socks - as you are well aware of your cottage’s autumn chill.

"Clever witch," Geto nods in approval. "Thank you. I don't deserve this kindness."

But he does, you think. A man cursed to be something as small and vulnerable as a cat, forced to defend for himself all this time.

And to top it off, as a person he is gentle and kind. You feel your heart palpitate. You aren’t sure what that could mean.

“You’re welcome,” you say, and gesture towards the kitchen. “I was going to make breakfast. Now that you’re human, would you care for pancakes?”

"I have never had pancakes," Geto admits. "But anything you make is delicious, so I’d love to try some.”

And so, you both end up at your small wooden table - a perfect fit for just the two of you as the sun beams in through the arched windows. You've poured strawberry syrup all over Geto's stack of cakes, and he is devouring them with full cheeks and a bright smile.

"I love pancakes," he mutters out. "Your food gets better every time.”

You nod at him with a smile. "Just wait till I make dinner. I know you will be a cat again, but I think you will enjoy it.”

Geto's eyes roll in pleasure, "I already can't wait."

You know your food has physical healing abilities, but you've never known it to seep deep enough to affect your thoughts and emotions. So, this means the odd twinge in your heart whenever you look at Geto must not be from the food. You wonder if he is feeling the same effect.

"So, have you ever tried to break your curse?" you question, shoving another syrupy mouthful into your cheeks.

"No," Geto mumbles sadly. "I used to sit under the sun for many hours, and then when the sun began to go down I'd close my eyes and try to fight the change. But when I'd open my eyes again, there would always be paws looking back at me. I'm used to it now, I live my life around it.” He sighs before smiling softly at you. “And, well, my curse brought me to you, didn't it?"

You feel your face warm at his kind words. They weren’t helping the fuzziness in your ribcage.

"It did," you confirm with a smile. "Well, I was prepared to give you your own little cat room. The offer still stands, but I don’t think the room will be big enough for you in human form.” You tap your fingers nervously on the table. “So… um, you are welcome to share my bed with-with me.”

Geto gasps a bit and nearly chokes on his bite of pancake. "Hmm, I don’t mind, but are you going to wake me up every morning threatening to hit me with a comb?"

You grin, "No, especially since I think it will be nice to wake up to the warmth of another person every day."

"I think so too," Geto says softly, before attempting another bite only to realize he has cleared his plate. "My, my, little witch. You have spoiled me."

He elbows you playfully and you feel your stupid, lonely heart filling to the brim with some new emotion.

"I do think you could stand a bath before you get in my bed, though," you say with a playful smile.

"Oh, right," Geto nods, pink creeping up on his cheeks. "I will do so right after breakfast."

And he did. You had gone outside to tend to your garden while he washed, to see if your vegetables were ready to be harvested yet. They weren't.

Geto joins you in the same outfit as before but now, there are droplets of water falling off of his deep black hair. He walks under the porch awning to the side where you are waving your sparkling fingers over your crops.

"I feel much better," Geto stretches as if he were still feline and leans on the porch railing, looking down at you. "A good meal, a good shower, and a place to live all in one day."

You look up at him. "Well, after so long in the wilderness, I think you deserve it, kitty."

Geto bows his head in gratitude. "At least let me take care of your garden, to... repay you."

"Why do you need to repay me?" you question, astonished.

"Well, nothing in this life comes for free," Geto mutters somberly. "Otherwise, I wouldn't have this curse."

You shake your head, "Well, I already told you that I desire companionship. You are giving me that, so it isn’t technically free."

Geto swallows. "But what is companionship? Just my presence? Or is it engaging and fulfilling conversations and time spent together?"

"All of the above, it may be different depending on the day," you explain.

Geto ponders for a moment. "So, what is it you would like today?"

You smile at him, the sun beaming in your eyes, while Geto remains shadowed under the awning. "Your presence."

And when dusk fell, like clockwork, Geto was back on all fours; a small, vulnerable ball of fur.

You prepare a quick dinner, which Geto slurps up to the last bite, and then you are ready to go to bed - just because you know that the sooner you sleep, the sooner you can wake up to be with human Geto again.

You go into your room, preparing for bed, and he follows you this time. You step behind your closet door to change into a silk nightdress and then, you climb into bed, and Geto hops up next to you. You fluff your pillows and blankets to make a little spot for him, and he curls into it before nestling his head into your side.

Your hand mindlessly strokes his fluffy back until he's purring in his sleep, and not long after, you float away with him.

The next morning, something solid digging into your back awakes you from your peaceful dreams.

You blink open your eyes and see that it is grey outside, combined with the soft tip tap of raindrops on your roof. You smile, it's going to be a lazy day indoors.

When you attempt to roll over, you notice Geto's hand is splayed on your stomach. A moment later you realize: his entire arm is wrapped around you. But that's not exactly what's bothering you, it's whatever is digging into you from behind.

You carefully roll over in Geto's arm. When your face aligns with his, you see he's still sound asleep, messy hair covering his cheeks and forehead. His lips are parted as he snores.

The something is now digging into your stomach. You glance down and find the culprit: the large tent in his shorts. You gasp at the sight. Does Geto realize this is happening to him?

Of course you know what sex is, but being outcasted at such a young age, you'd never experienced it. You certainly don’t know how it affects boys. Over the years you'd experimented with your body, though, so you knew how to please yourself. But what would it be like with another person?

You wonder if the case is the same for Geto. There’s only one way to find out.

You shake him awake with a soft press on his shoulder.

His eyelids flutter open, and the first thing he does when he sees you is smile.

"Good morning, beautiful," he grumbles sleepily, hand flying up and off of your body to rub his gorgeous purple eyes.

You smile goofily, and feel the urge to cover your face.

"Hi," you whisper. "How did you sleep?"

Geto yawns, stretching. "I slept better than I have in years. You’re very warm and soft."

You smile harder, heat filling your cheeks. "I cannot say the same for you."

Geto raises a brow. "Am I a rough sleeper?"

"No, I just mean," you bite your lip and shyly point towards his groin.

Geto's eyes follow yours and then his face turns equally as red. "Oh, shit, I-"

"Don't apologize," you say quickly. "In fact, um, I was going to ask if... if you wanted help f-fixing it."

Geto's eyes widen in disbelief. "What do you... I mean, you want to...?”

"Yes." Your answer is quick and desperate.

"Well then," Geto scratches his head and then puts his soft palm on the side of your face. "I said I would be here to offer whatever type of companionship you desired day to day. Today, this is what you really want?"

"Mhmm," you whisper, leaning into his touch. "Do you want to?”

“Of course,” he smiles. “I mean, my body kind of already answered for me, hm?”

You giggle, “Kiss me, then.”

Geto nods politely before leaning his face in, softly planting his feathery lips on top of yours. Your eyebrows furrow at the foreign contact. It feels like sparks of electricity are zipping through your veins. Like stars forming together in a constellation. You wonder if this is what soulmates are supposed to feel like.

Geto's lips part your own and his tongue drags slowly across your bottom lip, leading the kiss, as you are clearly the lesser experienced of the two of you.

A small moan falls from your mouth and your eyes pop open in embarrassment.

"Oh, I'm sorry," you say, pulling away.

"For what?" Geto questions, rubbing your cheek slowly with his thumb.

"I didn't mean to make that noise," you whisper.

"No, it’s okay," Geto explains. "Those noises let me know what I'm doing is good, that you like it. Have you never done this before?"

You shake your head, biting your lip.

"That's okay, I'm here to guide you through it," he nods reassuringly, and then, drops his hand from your face.

He gently pushes on your shoulder and you are now laying flat on your back. He then props himself up on his elbow and slides part of his body between your legs.

"Just follow my lead, and tell me if you want me to stop at any time," he instructs, pushing a piece of your messy morning hair away from your face.

You nod trustingly, and he crashes his lips back onto yours.

This time, he's harsh and desperate. He cocks his head to the side so that your faces fit together and smacks his full lips against yours. Your hands fly up to hold him at his shoulder blades, and his body begins doing a winding motion against yours. You feel his hard length pressing into your stomach with every bit of movement.

You purr softly into his mouth and he responds with his own sultry noise, which alights a flame between your legs. You’ve read about this in books, but no amount of words compared to what it actually feels like, to have another person on top of you.

Geto's hand slides up the side of your left thigh, before stopping to hold your hip underneath the fabric of your nightdress.

His touch and kisses are so soft and pure. He is speaking to you without saying a word.

"Y/N," he mutters against your mouth before breaking away from you. "Is it okay if I take these off?"

His finger tugs the band of your panties and releases it against your skin with a soft pop.

"Yes," you breathe, digging your fingers into the material of his shirt, which earns a deep sigh from his throat.

Not a second more and he's lifting his hips up in order to rip the material down your legs. His eyes linger on them before he tosses them to the floor. You feel yourself become a bit shy, even though he's seen your naked body in full before. It's entirely different when his very human eyes are raking over your body, and his hands are hiking up the nightdress to get a better look at your bare hips and thighs.

"You are the most beautiful creature I've ever seen," Geto whispers, pushing your leg up and out, so that you feel the cold air hitting you at the meeting of your thighs.

You blush and slide your hands into his soft hair. “I’m sorry, I’m just shy.”

“Understandably so,” he says, planting a kiss to your jaw. “But remember, I’ve already seen everything. God, it’s so much different to actually touch you.”

You nod and gasp as his hand moves to hover over your cunt, that had been getting wetter by the second.

You can feel the presence of his hand without him even making physical contact, and you nearly buck your hips to break the gap.

“So touch me,” you hum, desperately ready to experience pleasure that wasn’t self-inflicted.

"Okay, eager angel," Geto smiles. "Ready?"

You bite your lip, "What are you going to do?”

He chuckles, "Just getting you warmed up for now, okay? You don’t have to do anything for this part.”

You nod up at him, trusting, and then in another silky breath his fingers come down on your clit - without even searching for it. Your body has no choice but to spasm against his, as his soft fingers begin to slide across your bud like a bow on a violin.

He circles the spot and you cry out instantly, lips still dangerously close to his, but not quite touching. His own lips are parted as he burns his eyes into your face, watching the different ways your pleasure manifests in your features.

"Hngh - Geto," you murmur, your fingers now curling into the roots of his hair.

"Mhmm," Geto sighs back, planting his lips on yours again, this time shoving his wet tongue into your mouth and using it to suck on yours.

You writhe against his touch, unsure how you'd survived this long without this kind of pleasure. It seems Geto had been waiting his entire life to do this, he's so good at it.

You start to roll your hips against his hand and his fingers pick up pace, circling faster, your moans getting louder.

"Pretty girl," Geto praises, after pulling his mouth away from yours. "That feel good?"

You can do nothing but nod desperately, wanting to tell him that the pace he's at right now is perfect, that you feel heat bubbling in your pelvis, but the words won't come.

His fingers are coated in your juice now, he slides them down your folds and back up to your clit, and you almost lose your mind.

Then, his fingers go back down and his long middle finger pushes into your entrance the same way you put your own before. Although, his hand is much larger, and thus his finger fills you so much better.

Your head falls back deeper into the pillows and Geto takes the opportunity to pepper sloppy kisses all over your neck and collar, holding his mouth at times just to make you squirm.

His finger pumps shamelessly in and out of you, going knuckle deep, curling into the squishy roof of your pussy. You feel your hips pulling back from him but he follows you with his wrist.

“Just relax,” he purrs. “Let me make you feel good, repay you for all you’ve done for me.”

You nod obediently and allow your wet inner muscles to relax around him, and he notices, giving you a warm “that’s it” in your ear.

“T-Thank you,” you rasp, pulling his head to your face by his hair.

Your noses touch as you share breath, his hips dry-grinding into yours as his finger harasses your cunt. His pace quickens then slows. He takes note of the way you get louder and nearly burst into tears when he pushes a second finger inside, and begins slamming both members in, his palm hitting your wet clit with each stroke.

“Oh, angel,” Geto coos, “can already tell you’re gonna gonna do so good for me. Huh? Aren’t you?”

“Y-yes,” you hiss. “I-I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Good to hear,” he rasps against your mouth before giving you a needy kiss.

He repeats his quick, deep pumping with his wrist until an unholy wave rumbles through your nerves and your body shakes against him - moaning wildly into his mouth. The rain on the roof begins to fall harder and nearly drowns out your noise.

“Ah - ah, shit,” you whimper as he fingers you through your orgasm.

“Yes, pretty girl, you got it,” he praises, catching your moans in his mouth as your thighs shake and your back twitches on and off of the mattress.

"Mmh - so wet," he adds, pulling out his fingers and tapping them together; revealing a clear, sticky string of secretion between them.

You blink in disbelief, had you done that?

What happens next nearly makes your soul shatter. Geto brings the two fingers to his lips and licks them clean, purple eyes watching you every second that he does so.

He releases his fingers from his mouth with a pop! and plants a kiss on your nose.

"Now, you're all ready," he says with a satisfactory nod. "It's been a really long time since I've done this; I'm glad that it's going to be with you."

You smile up at him, legs still twitching as your clit tries to come down from your high. “You’re so good at it,” you quiver. “‘M glad y’gonna be my first.”

“Maybe even your last,” he says, soft enough you fear that you may have imagined it.

You drop your hands from his hair and slide them down over his sweater collar and instead change the subject. "Aren’t people usually naked for this?"

Geto grins, "Yes, my bad. I'm used to already being naked."

You giggle as he parts his body from yours, only for a second, then he slides his shirt off his body and shakes his hair loose, before discarding the garment to a random corner of the room.

Your hands immediately find his bare, chiseled skin. Albeit soft, the muscles underneath are rigid, and he's covered in tiny white scars that paint a small piece of his entire portrait.

His eyes don't leave you as his hands move to pull your nightdress over your head. Now the two of you lay topless, skin to skin, the only thing separating you being his shorts.

His hand glides mindlessly down your side, resting on your hip. "Just breathtaking," he murmurs, planting a kiss to the crook between your shoulder and neck.

You shake your head. "That's all you. Whoever cursed you must have known that seeing your beauty all twenty-four hours a day would be too much for the world to handle."

Geto cracks a laugh, his eyes crinkling with genuine adoration and happiness.

He doesn’t say another word before he tugs down his shorts, and they join the growing pile of clothes on your bedroom floor. Now he’s back to laying gently between your legs, careful not to crush you with his weight.

Your eyes widen as his length pops out, smacking his abdomen before falling forward from how much it appears to weigh. You’d seen it the day before, of course, but it hadn’t been… erect. You are amazed at the sheer difference in size, and quite frankly intimidated.

“What’s wrong?” Geto wonders, lifting your chin to look at him.

“Th-that’s gonna fit inside of me?” you ask, blinking out of embarrassment.

Geto nods slightly, “Yes, believe me, angel. You can take it, it’s not as scary as it looks.”

You stretch your knees apart so they aren't digging into his sides, and you feel that hard part of him brush against your cunt.

A small gasp flies from your mouth, as your body shudders, and Geto calmly relaxes you with his soft hands massaging your sides, burying his face in your neck.

“A-Are you sure?” you ask.

"I’m gonna need you to kiss me, and focus on breathing, okay?" He speaks against the skin on your neck before planting a kiss to your jaw, then your cheek, then the corner of your mouth.

"Okay, I can do that," you nod nervously, wrapping your arms his neck.

He sits up a bit to stare at you, faces barely inches apart. The rain still patters against the roof mercilessly in the background, occasional thunder claps landing in the distance, mirroring the thump of your heart in your ribcage.

His hand that isn't being used to hold himself up is sliding between your legs, where he grips his cock, then begins sliding it on your slick, lathering himself up.

Your back comes a bit off of the mattress, stomach sliding against his torso.

“Hngh - oh," you mumble, and Geto cuts you off with a peck.

"Don't tense up, angel," he mutters against you. "Hold on to me, don't let go."

You nod against his lips, still shuddering. He taps the surprisingly heavy head on your clit, his wetness and yours creating a smack! noise.

“Tell me you’re ready,” he requests as he takes the tip of his cock and presses it at your entrance, not applying pressure yet.

“I’m ready, Geto,” you say desperately.

As much as you are scared, you’re also ready to feel him, to please him. To be as close as two humans can possibly be.

"Deep breath," he whispers, dipping his face.

You lift your chin to grab his mouth and bite down on his bottom lip as he pushes past your gummy threshold, feeling as your walls mold to the shape of his cock and swallow him up.

You try to keep your eyes open just to see the way his own roll to the back of his head as he pushes in, but the burning at your core makes your eyes squint shut as your nails dig into his back.

“Sh-shit,” he grumbles against your bite, as his hand jerks to find something to grip on, ultimately settling for the pillow next to your head.

“G-Geto, it-” hurts, feels good, burns, is exhilarating. All of these things are entering your mind as he enters you.

He gets about halfway deep and you feel yourself clenching around him, trying to relax, but it’s hard when it’s scary and a bit painful. It’s not the first time something has been inside of you, but this feeling is raw and unique, and he’s so much bigger than anything you’d ever put in there.

He pauses for a moment and you release his mouth from your teeth so that he can prop up on his elbow, and he looks down at you in amazement.

“Doing amazing so far, beautiful,” he praises, placing his palm on your cheek and stroking away the stray tear that is falling from your eye. “How do you feel?”

You nod your head, unsure for a moment if you can speak. “G-Good. J-Just trying to adjust.”

“It’s okay, take your time,” he plants a kiss to your earlobe before whispering, “let me know when you want me to keep going.”

You keep your hands on his back, then slide them down his arms, before dropping them behind your head.

Geto glances up, then takes his own hands up the side of your body and your arms before meeting his hands with yours and linking your fingers together.

You sigh against this touch. He’s no longer hovering over you and you are chest to chest, erect nipples brushing his chest. He buries his face in your neck and awaits your command.

“Go,” you whisper softly, and he does not hesitate to grind his hips further into yours.

Now, his cock is filling you from wall to wall, entrance to cervix. Your legs are shaking on either side of him as you stretch, ecstasy consuming you and making your brain turn to mush.

Geto’s wet mouth smacks sloppy kisses all over your neck as he pulls his hips back to begin his rhythmic stroking.

You arch against him and cry out.

“Mmh, feels so good,” is all you manage to mumble in his ear, and he responds by grazing your neck with his teeth.

The rain swooshes against the window in time with your cunt’s squelches, as you drip all over Geto’s length and down onto the mattress.

“Y’so p-perfect,” Geto whines against your neck, and for several moments he pumps silently and softly into your core, driving you to a feeling you’d never thought was possible.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

His hips roll with the howl of the rain, slowly but deep. Your wooden bed creaks in his wake, adding to the symphony of sex in the room.

“Faster,” you hear yourself moan in his ear, and his hips pick up momentum.

They clap against your skin softly as he works harder to slam his cock against your taut insides.

“So warm,” he mumbles, propping himself up to look down at you, and you grip onto his hands tighter. “Shouldn’t feel th-this good.”

You grunt out a pathetic cry as his new pace results in him hitting a new spot, one he continues to press into upon hearing your response to it.

“Oh, shit,” you whimper. “Oh shit, Geto, right there.”

“Right there?” he echoes in a silky tone, pinning your hands further into the pillows as he fucks harder into you, still maintaining his soft kisses along your jaw.

Now that the pain is disappearing, ecstasy consumes all of your thoughts, and it seems to come naturally to you what to do next.

You pull your legs up and wrap them around his back, linking your ankles just over his waistline, and it creates a new angle for Geto to pound you from.

“Hngh - oh,” Geto’s eyelids flutter. He’s hitting another new spot that makes you feel like your groin is going to explode. “Pretty girl, I don’t wanna finish so soon, but if you keep me like this…”

“Don’t care,” you shake your head, wanting to feel what it’s like to be filled with the aftermath of a man’s orgasm. “Wanna take it all.”

“Don’t say - mmh,” Geto cuts himself off and dips his head back into your sweaty neck. “God, I… I think I love you.”

You gasp at his sultry confession. Of course, you had been taking care of him for a while. Though you hadn’t known his human form for long, he’d known you. He was the first person you’d come across in a long time, but in all your life, absolutely the kindest. Was it really that insane to think the two of you could be… in love?

“I-I love you too,” you reply without much thought, using the leverage on your legs to grind yourself down onto him as he pumps.

Your wetness covers his groin which has the underside of your thighs soaked, nearly sticking the two of you together as his strokes become sloppier, wetter, his cock drenching your insides in precum.

You feel him squelching around inside of you, stretching your poor virgin walls to their peak, wringing immeasurable pleasure from deep in your guts.

“Hah - mm,” Geto whines, now mercilessly drilling as deep as he can go.

It hurts but you’re taking it so well, and it shows in the way Geto is mumbling praises in your ear.

Good girl, so good, so wet, mon amour, take it.

He lets out a deep groan and then, he’s grabbing your knees and unwrapping your legs from around him. In a flash, he has you flipped to your side, and he slides behind you, as if you were back in your cuddling position from this morning.

“Just needed to switch it up,” he mumbles in your ear, kissing your shoulder.

“Mm, what are you gonna do?” you question him, and he shows you when he slides his cock between your coated thighs and pulls a gasp from you.

His hand finds your hip and grips it. “Tell me if you don’t like it, we’ll go back to the other way, yeah?”

You nod, but there’s a twist in your stomach at this exciting new angle, as Geto lifts your leg up and holds the underside of your thigh in the air. You twist backwards to put your arm around his neck, and he kisses yours.

“‘Member what I said?” he reminds raspily in your ear, “just hold onto me. I’ve got you.”

“Please, just put it back already,” you whine needily, and Geto doesn’t hesitate to push himself back into your crying hole.

This new angle hits you deep in your belly. Geto’s hand flattens out over your lower stomach and presses down. Inside of your guts, Geto’s cock is jerking hungrily, needing to feel every inch of you sliding back onto him again.

Your eyes squeeze shut as your fingers entangle themselves in his hair.

He keeps his hold on your thigh, his chin on your shoulder, biting and licking and moaning into your ear.

“S-So good, angel,” he huffs out, and all you can do is whimper as he grinds his thin hips into your backside.

“Ngh - kitty,” you whine, “where’d y-you learn this?”

Geto responds by kissing your shoulder. He doesn’t say anything aloud, instead shuts you up by fastening his pace, thundering into you in competition with the lightning from the rainstorm.

His hand glides down the side of your body and takes a handful of your ass, digging his nails into it as if he is going to slip away.

“I… regrettably think I’m gonna c-cum,” Geto stammers.

Something overcomes you, and you spin around, still on his cock. His perfect lips form a shocked, ‘O’ shape, and you put your hand against his throat, softly, applying a slight amount of pressure to each side. You adjust your legs to be on either side of him.

“Cum for me,” you mutter, shocking yourself, and Geto’s response is a guttural, pathetic groan.

“Why’d you have to - hngh - nooo-“

And not a moment more passes before he’s hopelessly spilling into you, cock jerking against the top of your sticky walls, nails breaking open the skin on your hips as you round them over his cock to drag out every drop you can.

The warmth of his cum inside of you makes your body writhe, squeezing his length painfully as your own orgasm comes intensely - covering him in watery fluid.

“G-Geto, I’m-” you can’t get the word out, you are shocked but have no way of telling him due to how fucked out you currently are.

“Agh - so beautiful,” he mumbles, bringing his strokes to a conclusion. He remains inside of you for several unearthly moments, your cunt twitching around his shakey cock.

Then you use the leverage of your legs around his waist to push yourself up and down, up and down.

Geto’s eyes bulge and then roll backwards. “Oh, oh shit.”

Your hands grip onto his shoulders for more leadway.

“Does that feel good?” you question him, a little unsure why you’ve decided to do this, knowing he’s already cum inside of you.

“Y-Yes,” Geto grumbles, leaning forward to plant a sloppy, needy kiss against your mouth before he parts his lips and holds them there - so fucked and barely able to contain his moans. “D-Do y’even know what you’re doing?”

Your body is tingling with the leftover feeling of your orgasm as you slide down on Geto in this laying position, and having him still hard inside of you does feel weird but - you like it.

“No,” you answer honestly. “I-It just feels good.”

Geto nods desperately, “Don’t stop, please.”

You obey his wish by sliding faster, feeling your walls pulsate around his cock as you push both of you beyond your limits. Whoever said sex had to end with orgasms is a loser, you think.

“Geto, you filled me up so well,” you say, “s-so glad you were m-my first.”

Geto looks up and forces his eyes open. He smiles at you through gritted teeth, “I-I’m glad too, m-mon amour.”

Him stuttering like this is doing dangerous things to your cunt, causing you to gush and pool on him even more than before. Geto notices and grabs a handful of your hair.

“O-Okay,” he shudders, and begins to laugh. “Maybe - maybe we can stop now.”

“Hmm? You sure?” you tease, and he shakes his head.

“No, but don’t know if I can take it,” his smug laughter has faded back into pathetic whimpers, and your cunt hates the thought of not being able to hear these noises from him.

You sigh softly regardless, and smile at him, before halting your movements and laying there; his cock now covered in cream and cum, stagnant inside of you.

He takes the pause to catch his breath and there you stay, cock inside, arms intertwined.

He releases your hair and puts his palm on your cheek, pulling your face towards his to kiss him.

“Perfect,” he says. “I wish that I could spend all twenty-four hours as a human with you.”

You sigh softly, “I do too. But I am glad we even get to know each other in this lifetime, let alone spend the time together.”

A moment too soon, he begins to slide out of you with a smile and both of you moan at the gushy feeling. He sits up on his elbow and stares directly between your legs to watch his cum drip out of you.

Then he sits all the way up, on his knees; his hair sticking to the crown of his face by sweat.

You lay there, all kinds of fluids dripping slowly out of you still, breathing in his scent that he’d left behind on the pillow.

“Geto, did you mean what you said?” you ask suddenly, forcing yourself to sit up, your insides squishing around, a slight pain jarring up your tummy.

Geto glances down at you, eyes still dark with lust. “About what?”

“That you love me,” you question, cocking your head to the side. “We’ve only known each other a short time, I-I just…”

“I meant it,” he says softly, falling onto his bottom, before pulling you up on onto his lap, his fluids and yours dripping all over him. “I think that if you are capable of feeling such strong things so quickly, it must be real and true.”

Your eyelids flutter softly and you wrap your arms around his shoulders, running your fingers down his back.

“It’s just that I’ve never had anyone love me for me,” you say. “I literally live alone because no one else ever accepted me.”

“Well,” Geto nuzzles your neck and kisses your collarbone, “I am equally a delinquent as you are. We are one in the same, and I think you are perfect for me. You showed me kindness when you didn’t have to, so yes, I love you.”

You smile, in your happy little post-ecstasy bubble. The rain pours still, and the clouds remain grey, but as long as Geto is around, you know that will always be able to see the sun.

A/N

why…. why am i SOBBING

this is the life our little baby deserved (with gojo) goodbye!!

and that concludes JJK HALLOWEEN! let’s take a bow everyone, i couldn’t have done it without your support!!

jjkhalloween!! is gonna forever be remembered as the series that got me jump started on this platform and im gonna remember the absolute fun I had writing it for the rest of my days :’)

this community is so welcoming and sweet and i love all of you guys and your kind words and reblogs it means EVERYTHING to my poor little jjk heart even if i’m a boomer who doesn’t know how to reply!1!1!

mwah mwah, now onto new things!!! <3

~ pennjammin

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⋆ ˚｡⋆ lily’s whimsical summer event ⋆ ˚｡⋆

have you ever dreamt of the faraway milky stars and the salt of the deep ocean, my darlings? perhaps you could sit here with me for a while, and we could dream together…

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hello my darlings! i have decided to do a little collab event to celebrate reaching over 300 followers <3

what is the theme? well… the theme is all about travelling to that whimsical universe in your head that inspires you to create wonderful things.

my all-time goal has been to write pieces that transport readers to another place, even if it’s only for a little drop in time. some of my best work is born when i listen to music that fits the vibe of what i’m trying to write or when i see artwork that inspires me.

RULES & HOW TO ENTER

᭞𓇼 this space is 18+ only! so minors, absolutely do not interact!

᭞𓇼 please do not write about/draw any characters who are minors, and no aging up/time skips!

᭞𓇼 i don’t mind dark content, so long as it doesn’t contain any of the following: r*pe/non-con, explicit physical abuse, bestiality, pedophilia.

᭞𓇼 this event is open to any fandom, and not just jujutsu kaisen!

᭞𓇼 this event is open to writers, poets, artists, and any and all other creators. you can even create moodboards or playlists if you’d like! there is no limit to what you can create here <3

᭞𓇼 send me a dm or ask to take part, and tell me what song/artwork/poem (or whatever else) has inspired you to create a new piece.

᭞𓇼 please please please tag me in what you guys create, and use the tag #Lily’sWhimsySummer

᭞𓇼 the deadline for applying is the 30th of September!

᭞𓇼 i will always reblog and add everybody who takes part to this post, so come back here to check for new content!

᭞𓇼 it would be really great if everyone who sees this could reblog and boost this post so it can reach more people to inspire! i don’t mind you guys tagging people you think would be interested in this either.

MASTERLIST

my inspired whimsical darlings:

᭞𓇼 ‘abalone’ (tojixreader) by @bungalowbear / inspired by the painting ‘lighthouse hill’ by edward hopper.

᭞𓇼 ‘strawberries and spilt milk’ (tojixreader) by @muzansslxt / inspired by a playlist and bridgerton.

᭞𓇼 ‘sugar and seaglass’ (gojoxreader) by @madaqueue / inspired by the song ‘sweet/i thought you wanted to dance’ by tyler the creator.

᭞𓇼 ‘goblin market’ (sukunaxreader) by @ffsg0jo / inspired by the poem ‘the goblin market’ by christina rossetti - coming soon!

᭞𓇼 ‘the ballad of nevermore’ (gojo/toji/sukuna/getoxreader) by @ffsg0jo / inspired by the book ‘once upon a broken heart’ by stephanie garber - coming soon!

᭞𓇼 ‘in heavy mist, in glitter dusk’ (sukunaxreader) by @pinknipszz / inspired by the song ‘girlfriend’ by hemlocke springs - coming soon!

᭞𓇼 ‘now you’re a stranger, but i’m still july’ (kafkaxreader) by @neptuneblue / inspired by the song ‘august’ by flipturn – coming soon!

©storiesoflilies 2024, all rights reserved. please do not plagiarize, translate, or repost any of my work on other sites! i only post on ao3 and tumblr.

[unforgivenntired2]

Confessions - Getoxreader

The room was dimly lit, the only light source being the moonlight filtering through the sheer curtains. The air was thick with tension, a palpable mix of anticipation and unspoken words. You sat on the edge of the bed, heart racing as you waited for Geto to return.

He entered the room silently, his presence commanding and almost suffocating in the confined space. His dark eyes locked onto yours, and you felt a shiver run down your spine. There was something different about him tonight, something more intense and raw.

"You're still up," he remarked, his voice low and smooth, sending another shiver through you.

"I couldn't sleep," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Geto approached you slowly, his gaze never leaving yours. When he reached you, he knelt down, his hands resting on your thighs. The heat from his touch seeped through the fabric of your pajamas, igniting a fire deep within you.

"Why's that?" he asked, his breath ghosting over your skin.

You swallowed hard, trying to find the words. "I... I can't stop thinking about you."

A smirk played at the corner of his lips, and he leaned in closer, his face mere inches from yours. "Is that so?"

You nodded, feeling the intensity of his gaze burning into you. "Yes."

He brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his fingers lingering on your cheek. "What do you think about when you think of me?"

Your breath hitched, and you felt a blush creeping up your neck. "Everything... Your eyes, your voice, the way you make me feel..."

Geto's smirk widened, and he closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. You melted into him, your hands gripping his shoulders as he deepened the kiss. His hands roamed your body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

He pulled back slightly, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke. "I've been thinking about you too, you know."

"Really?" you asked, your voice trembling with desire.

"Yes," he murmured, his hands sliding under your shirt, caressing your skin. "Every night."

You gasped as he pulled your shirt over your head, his eyes darkening with lust as he took in your bare skin. "Geto..."

He silenced you with another kiss, his hands exploring every inch of your body. You felt your senses heighten, every touch, every kiss sending waves of pleasure through you. He was relentless, his passion consuming you entirely.

In that moment, nothing else mattered. It was just you and Geto, lost in a world of desire and longing. The night stretched on, filled with whispered confessions and heated embraces. By the time the first rays of dawn broke through the window, you were both exhausted but content, tangled in each other's arms.

You knew that this was only the beginning. With Geto, every moment was intense, every touch electrifying. And you wouldn't have it any other way.

[frostycakepopp]

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 - -🄲🅁🄰🅂🄷 🄾🅄🅃- (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1524641252-%F0%9F%84%B2%F0%9F%85%81%F0%9F%84%B0%F0%9F%85%82%F0%9F%84%B7-%F0%9F%84%BE%F0%9F%85%84%F0%9F%85%83?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=CakeFrosTBun In the formative years of Gojo and Geto, Y/N and her older twin sister, Riko, enter the picture. The duo has a mission: to recruit Riko as Tengen's vessel. Y/N, a popular girl in high school, expertly masks her true feelings, pretending to care while remaining emotionally detached. Few are aware of her hidden identity as the Sand Scale, a being of immense power that rivals Gojo himself. To maintain her secretive nature, she suppresses her emotions. Yet, through her interactions with Gojo and Geto, she starts to unravel the layers of her heart, learning the value of love and the beauty of being vulnerable.

[klapetka]

What are you saying about my Suguru Geto nails?

[quanxitii]

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★ Story Summary :

╰┈➤ Marrying the strongest shaman in the world had been an unexpected choice—she, an ordinary girl with no powers, and he, a man who stood at the pinnacle of strength, far beyond anyone’s reach… beyond her reach. Just an old acquaintance from a small café he used to frequent, yet fate had led them to an unforeseen life together. But in a world ruled by power, could a simple life like this truly last?

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★ Important notes:

JUJUTSUKAISEN ➶Akutame Gege

IN THE HAND OF THE STRONGEST ➶Quanxi

ART CREDIT ➶_3aem

๑ All Rights Reserved

I don't allow the story to be republished or translated I'm getting tired for this please understand the matter, and thank you

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-Started : March,11th, 2025

-Ended :   Not Finished

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-Soft rain pattered against the wide apartment windows, filling the silence of the evening with its gentle rhythm. Seated at the dining table, she wrapped her hands around a warm cup of tea, her eyes fixed on the clock. Twelve fifteen. He was late again. It wasn’t unusual—it had become a pattern in their lives ever since they married three years ago. 

-She rose from her chair and walked to the window, pulling the curtain aside just enough to glance at the quiet street below. Though she had grown accustomed to his absence, her heart still fluttered each time he was late. Was it worry? Or merely a habit ingrained over time? 

-Just as she decided to return to her room, the sound of a key turning in the lock reached her ears. She turned slowly, watching as Gojo Satoru stepped inside, shaking off his umbrella before setting it aside. His white hair was slightly disheveled, and his striking blue eyes carried a hint of exhaustion, despite the ever-present playful smile on his lips. 

"I'm home"

-he said casually, as if his long hours away were of no consequence. 

-She didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she moved toward the kitchen, retrieving a plate she had kept warm for him.

"Did you eat dinner?"

-she asked softly, setting the dish before him. 

"Didn’t have time"

-he replied, pulling out a chair and reaching for a piece of tempura. 

-She watched him in silence, feeling the monotony that had become a defining trait of their marriage. Their relationship was not built on love, yet she couldn’t deny that Gojo, in his own way, was a good man. He never burdened her with anything, never caused trouble. Still, she found it difficult to truly understand him. 

"Why are you staring at me?"

-he asked suddenly, one brow raised in amusement. 

-Her cheeks warmed slightly, and she averted her gaze.

"It’s nothing. Just thinking about something." 

"Hmm… Are you considering filing for divorce, perhaps?"

-he teased, clearly enjoying the idea of provoking her. 

-She responded calmly,

"If that’s what you want, I won’t stop you." 

-He paused mid-bite, then chuckled lightly.

"Ouch, that stings a little. Didn’t expect you to answer like that." 

-She said nothing, merely busying herself with tidying up the dishes, unaware of the thoughtful gaze he cast in her direction. Their marriage had never been one of passion, yet she had always been there—even before their lives became intertwined this way. 

-After a brief silence, Gojo spoke again, his tone more serious this time.

"Have you ever thought about… starting a family?" 

-Her hands stilled, breath hitching slightly as she turned to face him.

"What?" 

-He smiled, but for once, he wasn’t joking.

"I mean, a child. The elders have always pressured me to have an heir, but I never saw it that way. I want a child because I want one, not because it’s expected of me." 

-She stared at him, wide-eyed, uncertain of how to respond. She had never expected this conversation—not now, not ever. Gojo wasn’t the type to reveal his true desires easily, but she could tell that, this time, he meant it. 

"I'm not asking for anything right now,"

-he added, his voice quieter.

"I just wanted you to know." 

-Silence lingered between them before she slowly nodded.

"Alright..." 

-She didn’t say more, yet she couldn't shake the feeling that this moment would mark a turning point in their lives—even if she didn��t know how just yet.

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-Author's Note:

I know this chapter is short, but I really love this writing style and feel that it adds a special touch to the narration. This is the beginning of a new series I’m working on, and I hope you enjoy it and find it as exciting and engaging as I do. Stay tuned for more! well, I've babbled on enough, wishing you all a wonderful day!

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#anime #saturo #gojo #saturogojo #gojosaturo #suguru #geto #romance #jjk #jujutsukaisen #gojoxreader #gojosaturoxreader #saturoxreader #animeromance #arrangemarriage #animeworld #annoyingparents #clans #love #marriage #fanfiction #getoxreader #jujutsukaisenxreader #sugurugeto #getoxreader #suguruxreader #fantasy #jujutsu #kaisen #femaleoc #japan #domestic #characterxreader #jjkanime #jjkmanga #lovers #reader #ff #oc jjk #gojousaturoxreader #angst #jjk #ff #socerer #manga #fluff #xreader

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To be continued...

[dark-princess-haku]

[imarealnugget]

Hiiii nuggetss :>

What about a getoxreader fluff? Does it sound like a good ideaaaa? Idkk😭

[aqmethyst]

help

Guys i need help, mind you i never posted in my life that's how desperate i am, im searching for a fanfiction specially a getoxreader one, with fluff, angst,smut you know those we used to read on wattpad in 2020 THIS IS WHAT I NEED, im on my knees cuz i can't find one, there's only fucking smut on this app and I KNOW there's hidden gems somewhere but i can't find any, with good writing like for exemple parasite on wattpad (those who know hihihi) this was one of the best fanfic iv'e read and im begging for another one with long ass chapters and a badass Y/n even tho she can't be perfect everytime, i wan't to cry when i read, i want to squeeze my pillow when there's a sweet moment, i wanna rip my hair out ,ANYWAY i've seen only one on this app and its no. one party anthem by indiewritexoxo, THIS is the type of fanfic im searching for sooo if my message reaches anyone here could you pretty please give me recs im begging on my knees IVE EVEN SEARCHED FUCKING REDDIT and there is not one, btw it doesn't have to be on here it can be on wattpad or ao3 or anything, THANK YEWWWWW

[gojoscloset]

❀𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙₂₀₂₄

𝕲𝖔𝖏𝖔 𝕾𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖚 ❀

𝕲𝖊𝖙𝖔 𝕾𝖚𝖌𝖚𝖗𝖚 ❀

Situationship!GetoxReader ideology

Body Mod Artist!Suguru ideology (NSFW) pt. 2

𝕹𝖆𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖎 𝕶𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖔 ❀

𝕮𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖔 ❀

𝕸𝖚𝖑𝖙𝖎 ❀

Baby fever ideology (Gojo and Choso) slight nsfw

“You smell good” “thanks, I taste better” (Choso, Toji, Gojo) suggestive

Breaking up w JJK boys (too many to name)