#suguru geto z reader

[tojiphile]

you don't need other boys when you have him, your daddy’s best friend. he’s everything you’d ever need and more, better than all the boys—he’s a man. a good man. these are the words he croons into your ear every time he sneaks into your room late at night, slipping an arm around your waist and his cock in your eagerly waiting cunt.

it all started when you had a fight with your dad. even though your dad was hosting his own birthday party, you sulked all night. your dad didn’t try to hide his own snide comments, so why should you? you didn’t greet guests nor help out, instead choosing to use your phone, drink as much booze as you could and retire to your bedroom early.

as you lay in bed, you could still hear the reverberations of music and the boisterous laugh of middle aged men and women alike. you groaned and covered your head with a pillow, trying to drown out the noise. so when he knocked on your door, opened it when you didn’t answer, and walked in, you jumped when the weight shifted on your bed as he sat down.

“i didn’t mean to scare you,” he says kindly, lending you a smile, “you just seemed… off, today. i wanted to check in on you.”

you sit up. this man was your dad’s best friend of years. not having any kids of his own, he spoilt you rotten. he bought you all the toys and pretty dresses that your dad refused to, arguing that they were too expensive before throwing money at gambling or whatever new woman walked into his life. as you grew up, you couldn’t help but develop a soft spot for him. when you sat still and pretty during dinners and parties, nodding along like a good girl your father demanded you be, your eyes always fell on him. his charming disposition, the way he chided your father like no one else could, and the way he’d always put food on your plate first, giving you a wink as you said thank you wordlessly.

of course, when your friends would talk about dilfs, your mind would never go to your father, the deadbeat dad who provided nothing for you. instead, you would always think about him. his salt and pepper hair that he ran his calloused hands through, smile lines set on his face more defined than any wrinkles, his toned body that you would dream about, touch yourself to every night. you were suddenly conscious that you weren’t wearing a bra. nor shorts.

“i’m fine.” you pull your blanket up to cover your chest. maybe it was the six pack of beer or the cask strength whiskey, but your head was pounding, and your heart was racing. he put a large hand on your thigh. your blanket hid your bare skin from his, but his gentle touch already sent heat pooling in your lower body.

“i’m sorry about your dad,” he says, “he’s an idiot.” he rubs your thigh reassuringly, perhaps innocently unaware of what he’s doing to you, “he doesn’t know how to treat a woman. much less his perfect daughter.”

you flush. was he really saying this? he continues, “i’ve tried to tell him so many times, y’know? how amazing you are, so filial, better than so many other daughters this day and age. he keeps blaming it on your mum leaving but god, that shouldn’t be a fucking excuse.”

he’s working himself up, you can tell as his brow furrows, his arms tense. it feels good to be validated, especially when your father was so unmoving. you place a hand on his toned arm, “i’m fine, but thanks.”

“but you shouldn’t be fine!” he stands up, pacing. you internally bemoan the loss of contact, “if i was your dad, i’d never treat you this way,” he sits back down softly, brushing a stray hair behind your ear, “if you were mine, i’d take care of you.”

his flushed face is inches from yours, you can smell the whiskey on his breath and see the heat in his gaze, almost blazing. he cups your face gently, eyes studying your face before falling back to your eyes, “you’re perfect, so beautiful.” you hold his gaze, you don’t know where this is going but you don’t want this moment to end.

the moment ends when you both hear your father yell and a beer bottle break. he must have lost in a game of poker. before you can react, your father’s best friend shoots up, “i’m sorry,” he trudges towards your bedroom door, “i shouldn’t have come up.”

his hand is already on your door handle and your mouth acts before your brain can stop it, “no.” he turns to look at you.

your pull the blanket off, revealing your bare legs, nipples perky against your thin shirt, “stay.”

his breath hitches, and you can see his pants tightening. he can’t peel his eyes away from you but he manages to mutter, “it’s wrong.”

you turn your body to his, spreading your legs and placing your feet on the bed, exposing your core to him.

“please.”

whatever self control he had left seems to have evaporated at the pleading sound of your voice as he clicks your door lock into place and races over to your bed, forcing you to lie flat as he climbs on top of you, slotting himself between your spread legs, trapping you under him.

“you’re beautiful,” he whispers, leaning down to press featherlight kisses on your neck, “so beautiful.” you gasp as a hand grips your waist, running down the side of your figure.

“but this is wrong…” he tries to pull away but you stop him. “i don’t care.” you yank him by the front of his shirt, pulling all his weight on top of you as you press your lips together, running your hands down his broad back. he takes a second to react but follows your lead, he nips at your bottom lip and as you moan, he slips his tongue into your mouth.

he breaks away from the kiss, sitting up to pull off his shirt, revealing his defined abs. you let yourself feel him, reveling in the feeling. he leans back down, gaze never leaving yours but just as your lips are are about to meet, he stops. you can’t help but whine, though the sound is replaced by a gasp as a calloused hand cups you through your panties.

“you’re already soaked,” he laughs, “good girl.”

embarrassed but so unbelievably desperate, you let out a sigh, “only for you, daddy.”

he scoffs, “i know.” he pulls your panties aside, revealing your puffy pussy, “this isn’t the first time i’ve come up to your room.” he spreads you with his fingers, and you shut your eyes in anticipation, “i tried to find you last week to say goodbye but your walls are really thin. i heard you call out my name.”

the last time he was over, he must have come from the gym as his damp hair along with the tightest compression shirt you’d ever seen was enough for you to squeak out a tiny “excuse me”, before running to your room before you creamed yourself right there at the dinner table.

he slips two fingers into your greedy cunt, snapping you back to reality. he moves slowly, but his long, slender digits worked their magic, loosening you up while hitting at that spongy spot inside you. his thumb finds your clit and moves in small circles, causing your brain to short circuit. he hadn’t done much but the pleasure is insurmountable, the whole situation overwhelms you, and you find your core tightening, close. “cum for me,” he kisses down your neck, sucking near your collarbone. at his okay, you chase your release, writhing under him as his fingers continue working.

“so good for daddy,” he kisses you as you pant softly.

he slips his fingers out of your cunt and display them to you, slick and dripping. “messy girl.” you squirm as he spreads his fingers, showing off your viscous juices. he maintains eye contact with you as he takes his own digits in his mouth, sucking them clean, tasting you.

"sweet, just like you." he proclaims, booping your nose with the same finger that was just in his mouth seconds earlier. “can you take more?”

you nod. he grins, pressing a chaste kiss onto your lips. he sits up, one hand caressing your face and the other unbuckling his belt. he pulls it off in a swift motion, but before he can begin unbuttoning his pants, you move your hand to do so. "allow me," you smile up at him, puppy eyes glinting.

"someone's excited." he laughs, moving his hand to allow you to work on his buttons. his other hand, still on your face, makes its way down slowly, before his grip finally rests on your neck.

you unbutton his jeans and are faced with his grey underwear, straining from his bulge. “keep going,” he nudges you with his free hand. you pull at his waistband, allowing his cock to spring free. it’s thick, veiny, and big, bigger than any of the other boys’ you’d ever been with. tentatively, you wrap a hand around his length, causing him to hiss softly. your thumb doesn’t meet your fingers, so as you start pumping him slowly, up and down, you have to use two hands to grip him tight.

“god, you’re amazing,” he says with a sigh, giving your neck a gentle squeeze, gazing at you like you’re the most beautiful thing that’s ever crossed his sight. when you meet his eyes you can’t help but look away. still, you manage a whisper, “i- i want you.”

“say that again?” he asks, distracted by your hands working to unravel him. you flush.

“i want you…” you meet his eyes, “…in me.”

he barks out a laugh, spurred on by your boldness, “anything for you.”

he moves to stand up, shrugging off his bottoms. he moves to your bedside table and rummages around, looking for something. “any condoms?”

you shake your head. “i must have ran out. are you clean?”

he laughs. “considering you’re the first person i’ve fucked in a few years, i’d hope so.”

“good,” you hide a cheeky smile, before giving him your best puppy dog eyes, “because i really, really want daddy to give me his babies.”

with a raise of an eyebrow, he accepts the challenge. he always loves you best when you’re confident. makes him want to ruin you. he climbs back over you, spreading your thighs apart and aligning the tip of his cock with your dripping cunt.

he looks at you for your approval, and at your nod, he pushes his tip in. you gasp at the stretch, his thick cock opening you up like a present. you wanted him, no, needed him to fill you up, to make you feel so, so full.

you rut into him and he gets the hint, pushing himself deeper into you. it starts to feel painful, and you clench around him, trying to seek some relief. your fluttering walls make him feel so good, too good. he could feel himself coming close. “don’t do that!” he warns, but it comes out more as a moan.

you disobey, of course, and squeeze tighter. wrapping your legs around his waist, you pull him in deeper, causing you both to breathe in a sharp intakes of breath. any pain had evaporated into the pooling warmth in your stomach.

both of you stay in that position for a while, eyes locked. “fuck it,” he growls under his breath, grabbing onto your waist and pulling your body away from his, before snapping it back. he’s thrusting in, and pulling you off, all while his curved cock continues to hit that sweet, sweet spot that makes you see stars. you almost fall limp, but wanting to prove yourself, you start fucking yourself on his cock, lifting your hips and trying to move yourself to ease his load.

“such a good, a good girl. my good girl. my girl. my girl. mine.” he chants it like a mantra, each syllable a beat he moved along to as he fucked you silly. “who owns you?”

“you, daddy!”

he places a hand on your bare stomach and squeezes. following the curve of your body, he finds your breast. he takes your whole boob in his big hand, squeezing it so tightly it hurt. he moves to play with your nipples, rolling it around between calloused fingers, pebbling it. you moan and arch your back, allowing him to sink deeper into you.

“what a good girl you are, huh? fucking yourself on his cock. my pretty, pliant girl. ‘m gonna fill you up with my babies. wanna see your cute little stomach swell.” he lifts one of your legs, tucking it over his shoulder, allowing him to go even deeper than you thought he could. you’re squirming, trying to keep up with his relentless pounding but god it’s too much. his hand wanders your body, gripping at your tender flesh. he wants to feel you, every part of you.

just the thought makes the pooling heat in your stomach come to a boil, your toes curling, you cry out, “i’m gonna cum!” he continues fucking you, his stamina never letting up, “cum for me, my pretty girl, i’m close too.”

the pleasure is building to a climax and as he places a hand on your neck and squeezes, you feel your high washing over you, cunt convulsing over his cock. his grip doesn’t release, and black spots start to cover your vision, making you let out a shaky moan.

as he looks down at you, back arching and falling while he fucked you through your orgasm, the obscene sight of your precious body squirming under him is what takes him over the edge. he’s cumming into you, warm jets of white shooting straight into your cunt. his head empty other than his relentless thoughts, “mine, mine, mine, mine, mine.”

you both reach that peak together, gripping onto each other for dear life. when you’re all done, he presses a deep kiss on your lips and slips his softening cock out of you, rolling to lie by your side. still, greedily, he pushes his cum back into you, “take it all.”

he opens up and lets you roll into his arms. he places a gentle kiss on your forehead, and smooths out your tangled hair. you both lie there in comfortable silence, your eyes falling shut and his focused on you. soon, your breathing became even. when you fall asleep, he rolls himself out of your bed, looking down at your sleeping form, so peaceful and worry-free. he wants you to look like that always. slowly, he gets himself dressed to rejoin your dad’s party downstairs. tucking you in, he presses one final kiss on your head and whispers,

“good girl.”

GETO SUGURU, gojo satoru, zhongli, hajime iwaizumi, NANAMI KENTO, tetsuro kuroo, aki hayakawa

[luminiamore]

biker geto suguru x black hoochie mama reader

warnings: fingerfucking, soft dom sugu, he’s a tease, sugu has a big dick, but we knew this!

a/n: this man is so fine i need him neow.

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Life has always treated you so well, beyond well, in fact. You resided in one of Atlanta’s finest lofts, debt-free at 23 despite recently graduating from college. Even though you have your own income, your generous parents still send you a fat check every week or so. You had men constantly begging on their knees to fund your entire existence, and on the occasion, women, too. Everything you wanted simply came to you with no trouble. 

You wanted that cute brown skin man with the waves that you saw at the grocery store? He already has your number. You want that pretty ’90s hairstyle you saw in a vintage magazine? You were already on your way to go get it done. You want to change your dramatic nails, even though you just got them done two days ago, because you found another style you want more? Who can deny you? It’s your world. 

Was it manifestation? Who knows. The one thing you do know is that the world hands you everything on a pure gold platter.

Popularity followed you whenever you went, but who could blame you? You were the epitome of everything sexy. From the way your rose-colored wedges beautifully complement your flawless white toes against your dark skin to how your denim mini skirts hug your curves and accentuate your figure, and your tops, or mainly bikini tops, enhance your boobs so well that they could make a grown man cry. 

Had you been an adult woman in the 90s instead of being a high-maintenance child, you might have been a star, perhaps even one of the most iconic video vixens. However, that title belongs to your momma. The OG.

She was the sought-after beauty every top rapper wanted for their music videos. From Snoop Dogg to 50 Cent, Lil Wayne to Jay Z, Biggie - she lit up screens. She even brought fire to the feud between Tupac and Biggie when she appeared in the latter’s video. You’re almost sure that lady even told you about how Pac was nearly your father before she met your dad. And you, like the little minx you were, lived up to her status.

Now, you weren’t in those modern-day rap videos of the pretty big booty woman shaking their ass on camera. Your momma raised you to have more class than that. She taught you that your ass isn’t the biggest asset you have to offer, figuratively. Your face is, the way you make people feel is, the way you seduce people is. 

That resulted in you appearing in a few music videos where the artist expressed love for someone, as those typically featured the camera focused on one girl. And that girl was you. Those got you the recognition your momma had. Those got men practically lining up to pay all your bills, those got plentiful women dying to either be you or be with you.

Your reputation preceded you; you were exceptional, operating on a different level altogether. Your complexion was flawless, your lips rich and full, and your eyes possessed a captivating allure that could weaken anyone with just one glance. You were taught to always go after the best because you are the best. 

So, what the hell was your ass doing walking around in Oakland City? Wearing your ripped undercut booty shorts, which showed more booty than shorts, along with a vintage Dior top you borrowed stole from your momma, complete with a matching purse.

Your flower sandals from Dolce & Gabbana made such a powerful tapping sound, combined with the multiple pieces of gold adorning your wrists, ears, and neck, that everyone you passed couldn’t help but look to see just who it was, and they were definitely not disappointed.

You’re not stupid. You wouldn’t dream of entering one of the most dangerous areas of your hometown without protection. Your bedazzled gold pepper spray and your fully loaded Beretta Nano 9mm pistol in your purse, itching to be used if someone tries you.

They wouldn’t dare, though. Your momma wasn’t the only legendary figure in your family. Your dad ran one of the leading crime families in all of Atlanta, dealing with heavy drugs, counterfeiting, and smuggling illegal things across borders. He was feared just as equally as he was respected. 

Messing with you? Your pops would send their family a well-decorated package with their son on a shirt. The last man that cheated on you was a prime example. You couldn’t feel bad for him, though, you did warn him.

To answer your earlier inquiry, which has been nagging at you since you parked your Toyota GR Supra Coupe at a motel five blocks away from the neighborhood, you were there to buy drugs. Weed, more specifically. You could have asked your father, but you really weren’t up for hearing his opinion on how he believes you smoke too much. So you go to the next best thing, Satoru Gojo. 

Since your dad was focused on dealing with harder drugs, he didn’t bother with substances like shrooms or anything related to weed. He considered himself too old for that and delegated the task to his second in command and your friend since birth, Satoru. You quicken your pace, heels tapping rapidly as you approach one of his many houses. You’re almost there. 

He has some of the best shit in the A, but whenever you ask him how he does it,

“I just sell it, Sis. My best friend does all the hard stuff,” 

You would always roll your pretty eyes at this because this supposed best friend he always bragged about was never around. At first, you believed he fibbed about having a best friend out of embarrassment, suspecting that you were the only one who could tolerate his antics.

But you saw glimpses, small ones. A fine leather jacket hanging off his dining room chair that you know Satoru wouldn’t wear. A motorcycle helmet standing tall on the side of his kitchen counter. Your suspicions proved unfounded as your gaze shifted to a sleek, blacked-out MTT 420 Turbine Superbike as you approached Toru’s driveway. 

You know damn well that can’t belong to Satoru. Your movements stop once you knock harshly on the door. You catch the faint sound of a random trap song playing through it. You can’t help but smile, amused by how predictably cliché this white-haired man-child can be. Trap music at a trap house.

Your smile fades as you’re met with a cold glare from a short, thick, light-skinned girl wearing a blonde wig. Studying her features further, you can’t help but acknowledge her prettiness. But the minute she opened her mouth, you were annoyed.

“And, who the fuck you is?” She snaps loudly, the gum she’s chewing matching her obnoxiousness. She’s too pretty for this.

“Girl, bye.” You push past her, causing her to stumble slightly, as you march into the house. Maybe she was about to say something, but you didn’t stick around to find out. With your back turned to her, you catch Satoru muttering softly and glancing past you, “Don’t even try it.” 

She sucks her teeth in annoyance, slamming the door behind her as she heads back to the couch where Satoru, another man, and three other girls are seated. Wait- another man? 

You glance back at the couch again, only to steady your hands on the wall you were leaning on. Woah. This man was so fine that he almost made your legs give out on you. The fuck?

His face was so pretty. Sharp black eyes and the longest hair you’ve ever seen on a man. The wife beater he wore clung tightly to his perfect skin, so much so that you could make out that he had nipple piercings. Woah. The tattoos trailing up both of his muscular arms had you ready to remind yourself to just fucking breathe. He sported washed black Chrome Heart jeans, and the pretty cross peeking from his waistband gave it away. 

This man was looking at you, more like undressing you with his eyes. And you couldn’t look away.

“You can’t be knocking on my door like that Sis, I almost thought you were the feds.” Satoru hums, though he really wasn’t worried. He knew the feds couldn’t hold him for long; he had too much money for that. You quickly glance at him and roll your eyes. When you shift your gaze away from Toru, you turn back to the man who has yet to introduce himself to you.

As if he could read your mind, he rises from his seat, his towering height catching you off guard, and he saunters almost sensually towards where you’re standing in the kitchen. The minute he stands in front of you,

“Suguru Geto. You’re beautiful if you don’t mind me saying,” He brings a hand out to shake yours, his eyes never shifting from your brown ones. You glance down for a moment, and you swear you can feel your heartbeat in your pussy when you catch sight of his immaculately clean, clear polished nails, his fingers adorned with silver rings. Lord, help you.

You give him a smile when you register his compliment, “Y/n. You’re the infamous best friend I hear so much about but never see?” You raise a brow.

Suguru swears he’s died and went to heaven when he hears your honey voice. He thinks he’s met the prettiest girl he’s laid eyes on. The gold grill you have of what he remembers is the Scorpio sign confirms it. I mean, just look at you, your outfit, your jewelry, and your face. 

Suguru believes he knows himself. He knows he doesn’t like girls that do “too much,” but you make it look so good. He knows he doesn’t even have a fetish for feet. But if you told him to right now, he would drop down immediately and worship yours. He believed a goddess was walking among him when you walked through the door. 

“That’s me, the idiot doesn’t have anyone else,” He mutters. You let out the cutest laugh at his comment that makes his dick harden in his jeans. Lord, help him.

Satoru lets out a dramatic gasp behind the two of you, “Hey! I have Y/n!” You immediately retort at him, raising a finger at him. 

“Aht! No, you don’t,” You chuckle, snickering and rolling your eyes as you catch him placing a hand on his heart as if you’ve just shot him.

“Stop hogging my best friend and come get what you came for, Sis,” He waves a bag in the air, holding at least 20 grams of weed, ignoring the two girls tugging on both of his arms.

You squeal and sprint as fast as your heels allow towards where he’s seated. Suguru follows after you slowly, feeling ashamed at the way the other two girls cling to him the moment he sits down. He wants nothing to do with them, he feels almost disgusted by their presence now that you’re here. He didn’t even realize they were here when he arrived, he was only here for Satoru.

You snatch the bag from him, slip it into your purse, and then lunge toward him for a hug, knowing he’d never let you pay, of course.

“Thank you, Toru!” Naturally, he wastes no time pushing the two girls aside to embrace you. You’ve always been his top priority. Suguru finds it challenging to look away because as you hug his best friend, your curvaceous behind is directly in his line of sight. He wishes you would hug him like that.

When you straighten, “I gotta go. You guys seem busy anyway,” You quickly utter and glance at Suguru. He seemed like he was about to say something, but you interject before he can. 

“It was nice meeting you, Suguru.” You softly tell him. He might’ve just came in his pants with the way you said his name in that tone. He pauses for a moment, but before he can utter a word, you’ve already dashed out the front door.

He stills, and he turns to his lifelong best friend,

“Give me her number.”

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It’s been about two hours since you arrived at your loft. You prepared yourself a nice dinner, a well-made Alfredo, before making your way to your room. You sink into the comfort of your silk sheets, retrieving your ashtray and preparing to roll up. Soft Erykah Badu playing from your Alexa Speaker. You’re interrupted by an unknown number dinging on your phone. 

Who’s this?

You smile immediately, feeling a rush of nerves as you realize he asked Satoru for your number. You're accustomed to getting what you want, and right now, you want him. You eagerly await his text, noticing that he's typing.

You observe his directness. Suguru is texting you as if he knows exactly what he wants, and if there's one thing you admire in a man, it's when he's decisive and goes after what he wants.

You've already decided to smoke with him, swiftly swapping your shorts for a black Juicy Tracksuit as it got windy. You opt to play a little hard to get.

Your jaw drops at the amount he sent you for an Uber. Is he crazy? While you’ve had people send you rides to go somewhere, you can’t shake the feeling that he just wanted an excuse to send you money. You’re still reeling from the shock when he immediately sends you the address to his place afterward. You grab two rolled-up blunts and slide on a pair of kitten heels. Snatching your keys, you head out when your Uber driver arrives outside.

The drive to his place is surprisingly short, almost too short. Considering how spread out the area is, you’ve only been in the car for 15 minutes, yet you’re still in the same neighborhood. You brush it off and approach his door. As you knock, you notice Suguru’s driveway filled with three vehicles: the motorcycle you saw earlier, a Mercedes E-Class, and a sleek BMW M3. You can’t help but appreciate yet another reason you’re drawn to him.

He opens the door, and you swear you wish you could pounce on him. He’s still wearing the wife beater, and when you glance up at his face, you notice his eyes are low and red. With his hair tied up in a man bun, a few strands cascading over his face, the only thought running through your mind is... He’s so pretty.

“You started getting lit without me?” You feign surprise as he welcomes you inside. He kindly takes your keys and hangs them on the holder by his door. You could feel him staring at your ass as you move to stand beside him.

He chuckles, shaking his head at you. He reaches a hand out. “You know how Satoru is. My room?” You nod, and he shivers as your long, pretty nails brush against his hand. Was everything about you so alluring?

You follow behind him, noting how he never lets go of your hand. His room, much like his style, is entirely black. Black sheets adorn a king-sized bed, with a few rock band posters hanging above where his dressers are placed. He even has a private bathroom, the door wide open. Damn, this man even has lavender incense burning on the small desk next to his bed.

“Make yourself comfortable, sweetheart,”

Don’t mind if I do. You drop your body on his bed with a plop. You start to take off your right heel, intending to reach for the left one, only to find Suguru already kneeling down, doing it for you. When he’s done, he rubs your feet for about three long seconds before pulling away. You gasp softly, looking away from his intense gaze. Is he usually this forward?

“Uh- I rolled two. I get lip gloss on the blunt,” You sputter out, retrieving them from your purse as he stands up from his position on the floor and settles onto his pillow.

He makes a tsk sound, “Don’t play with me,” He grabs only one from your raised hand and pulls a skull lighter from his jeans pocket. As you place the other one in your purse, you watch him take the first hit. You realize he enjoys eye contact because, throughout all of his movements, his eyes never leave yours.

You’re nervous. For the first time in your life, a man has made you feel nervous. His energy makes you nervous, how he observes you with such intensity makes you nervous, and even how he feeds you the blunt after taking a few hits makes you nervous.

You’re mesmerized. The effects of the blunts hit you swiftly, altering your mind and intensifying your urge to fuck this man till he sees stars.

Suguru himself has never felt this way before. He’s had a few flings here and there and has even been in a relationship or two. But he’s never felt the need to be entirely consumed by someone. The minute he saw you, it felt like time had stopped for him; he could hear how fast his heart was beating. He wanted to impress you. He wanted to give you the universe because the world is far too small for someone like you.

“You have a boyfriend?” His husky voice asks this out of respect for you. Honestly, he couldn’t give a fuck less if you had a man. You’d be his either way.

“Why? You want me?” You giggle, though you knew he did, you just wanted to tease him. As you gaze up at him through the haze, your breath catches when you observe that his eyes have darkened noticeably. You recognize that expression all too well—it mirrors the one you give the camera when it’s focused on you.

He doesn’t respond or even break a smile at your inquiry. No, his eyes are fixated on your plump, glossed lips as you take another hit. You shift your thighs a little, you don’t know how long you can wait before he makes his move.

Suguru notices, and this time, his lips twitch up a bit, “And if I did?” His whisper keeps you quiet. What the hell were you supposed to say to that? Suguru doesn’t mind your silence. He needs you to savor your angelic tune anyway since you’ll scream his name in a few minutes. Rising from his position, he tilts your chin towards him, his eyes catching note of the smoke in your mouth. Drawing his lips dangerously close to yours, he exhales softly,

“Let it go.” You don’t hesitate to listen to his command. It’s as if your mind is his now, the way he doesn’t even do anything to get your attention. As soon as the smoke escapes your lips, he inhales it, pressing his soft lips firmly against yours.

You whimper out at the force and immediately kiss him back. Suguru swears he’s already in love when he feels your lips reciprocate his action, the stickiness of your strawberry gloss making him release a sound that had you squeezing your thighs. He’s relentless, nipping and forcing his tongue to merge with yours.

His fervor with just a kiss leaves you reeling. The combination of the weed and his lips makes you feel intoxicated, causing you to grasp onto the fabric of his jeans to steady yourself. When he pulls away from you, it only makes you crave more.

You’re both breathing heavily, and the sound of Brent Faiyez playing on his speaker is long tuned out. He stares at your eyes briefly before gently pulling you down to lay on your back. You lean up to pull him into another passionate kiss,

“More, please.” You whine out, a little too desperate for your taste. You couldn’t understand why you wanted him so bad, maybe it was the weed, or maybe it was the fact that your pussy was dripping the minute you saw him at Satoru’s place. You can tell he wants to take things slow, but you can’t find it in you to share the same feeling. You need him to do something to you, now.

He only whispers, “Patience, sweetheart.” And moves his lips down to your neck. Soft kisses fill your throat before he stops teasing and reaches for your zipper. He's not shocked to learn that you don't wear a bra; he could almost see your hard nipples through the velvet fabric of your hoodie.

Your sigh of satisfaction comes from the moment he wraps his lips around your dark areola and gently caresses the fat of your unattended boob. He starts slowly, listening to the sounds you make and observing how he can persuade you to moan louder. Your breath gets shaky when he gets more aggressive with his movement, pulling at your sensitive nipples. He decides that he wants more from you.

Suguru rasps out, “I know you want me to fuck you,” Your body feels on fire as his touch slithers down your stomach, grazing your belly ring. He lowers your tracksuit pants for you and throws them across his room, forbidding you to do anything that doesn’t include you receiving pleasure. Your body is anticipating as he continues, “But I need to prep you, or you won’t be able to take me,”

He toys with the slender strap of your thong, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on your face as he talks, “Be good and let me play with you for a bit, okay?”

Your fiery personality is well-known for not letting men dictate your actions. You’re quick to dismiss any nigga, and based on instinct, you’re almost prepared to snap: Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to? 

By now, you should realize that Suguru observes every single move you make, every slight gesture you make, when your breath catches, and even now, he detects that you intend to snap at him. He does nothing but give you a look, a dangerous look, which only implies I dare you. Suguru orchestrates a dominance so calm but prominent that you can’t help but whimper out a quiet “Yes,”

What is he doing to you?

He presses a kiss to the side of your mouth as a reward. He’s in a trance. Suguru can’t pull his gaze away from your panties. You’re so wet that it’s clinging onto the fabric as he slowly pulls it away from your lower lips. He finds himself plunging two fingers into your wet cunt before your thong even touches your knees. Fuck, you’re tight.

“Ah- shit! Sugu!” You mewl, walls immediately clenching on his thick fingers. He quickly begins to rub circles on your twitching clit, observing as you gasp and scramble under him. You’re so beautiful like this, he thinks. He doesn’t hesitate to tell you this, too.

“I know, sweetheart. You’re so beautiful, y’know that?” Your slick is dripping all over his palm as he finger fucks you. You try to keep your moans in, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing you lose your mind. But you can’t. You can’t do anything but scream out at the way his long fingers are effortlessly punishing your G-spot.

Suguru moves his fingers faster when you don’t answer him, “I asked you a question, baby.” 

Your loud whimpers can be heard over his music. How could you possibly answer? You’re already starting to blank, you’re not sure you even listened to what he said. “I- Oh fuck, Yes!” 

The sounds coming from your fat pussy is downright phonographic. The squishing, the squelching. Shit, it’s even dripping onto his bed, creating a wet stain. Fuck. Suguru doesn’t think he can take another minute without being inside you. He needs it, but he needs to make you cum first. 

He knows you’re about to, with the way your breathing is stuttering and the way there’s a white cream starting to stain his fingers as he pushes them in and out of you. You’re clenching so hard he’s not sure his dick will fit inside of you. He’ll make it fit, he’ll break your little pussy in if he has to.

Suguru leans against you, his desperate panting revealing his longing for you as he whispers in your ear, “I need you to cum for me, sweetheart. Can you do that for me?” He fucks his fingers inside of you harder, rubbing your pretty clit even faster.

You nod eagerly, mind already reeling as you wail, “Y-Yes. I’m gonna cum, Sugu! I- Shitt,” He gently kisses your lips, sliding his tongue into your mouth as if he’s encouraging you to accept it, to just cum all over him. And you do.

Your grip on the bottom of Suguru’s wifebeater hurts your fingers, and you arch your back off the bed while your tight walls clench once more around him. You see white spots in your blacked-out vision, and your squealing is so loud that you worry the neighbors will hear it. He doesn’t stop moving when you cum, wanting to prolong what he knows is the strongest orgasm you’ve ever had. 

When you finally stop twitching in aftershock, your breathing begins to slow down, and his movements follow suit. Your panties are long gone. He swiftly pulls out of you while you’re still in a daze, making you unaware that he’s sucking up your essence from his fingers and pulling his jeans down along with his Calvin Klein briefs.

You are, however, aware when he pushes your thick brown thighs flush against your chest. And you’re even more aware when he lines his fat pink tip to your sticky lower lips. Suguru doesn’t let you see just how big he is, he directs your focus to his lips on yours. But Lord, do you fucking feel it. You feel it when he rubs up and down on your wet slit. You feel it when he pushes only his tip inside of you before he pulls back out again.

Suguru doesn’t think he can keep on teasing you like this. He tries to keep it up for your sake, but the way you feel on his tip has his body shaking; it’s almost embarrassing. But he can’t find himself to feel ashamed when you look up at him at him like that, your eyes pleading for him to fuck you into the mattress.

“I’m gonna put it in now, baby. I’m gonna fuck you real good, okay?” You’re learning, you know he wants an answer from you, and you don’t bat an eye when your trembling, honeyed voice whispers, “Whatever y-you want, Sugu.”

Whatever he wants? You probably should’ve never said that, and he’ll show you why. He pushes inside of your cunt slowly, hissing at the same time you shriek when your walls try to push him out. “Breathe,” He rasps out. And you’re trying, you’re really trying to. But he’s just so fucking big, it’s like he’s breaking your pussy in half. 

“Y-You’re too big! I can’t-” He doesn’t let you finish, he proves that you can when he pushes in halfway through your slobbering pussy. 

“Of course you can, Y/n. You’re almost there, sweetheart. One more breath for me, yeah?” 

You listen wordlessly, sucking in another deep breath. It’s inevitable to cry when he plunges the rest of his 8 and a half inches in one go. Suguru lets out a groan in your ear, and the sound makes your insides churn. How is it that he immediately finds your spongy spot? You’re so used to being briefly grazed in that spot that this feeling is foreign to you.

Suguru gives you a few seconds before your pussy starts suffocating him, and he’s forced to start feeding you with slow, deep strokes. “Jesus, fuck!” You keen, mewling, and pressing on his firm abs; the pressure was just too much for you. Are you crazy?

“None of that Y/n.” He uses his left hand to hold both of your hands and place them above your head, gently grasping your throat with his right. All the while, his eyes never leave yours, and his big cock never stops stirring up your guts at that slow pace. He gets impatient. 

“You feel so good, so fucking tight. Pretty pussy is mine now, yeah? Tell me it is,” Gradual snapping of his hips against yours in a feverous tempo causes you to scramble under him, with your mind getting lost since you can’t find anything to keep you grounded. He has you altogether under his control, and you can’t find it in yourself to be upset.

You don’t respond, your brain too gone to form any thought that’s not Sugu. You’ve forgotten your manners, he’ll make sure to remind you. He snaps his hips harder, he swears the cries you make almost make him cum on the spot.

“Words, Y/n. Tell me this perfect pussy is mine,” The sound of your soaked pussy filling the air as he whispers against your lips, which are permanently shaped in a perfect O.

You weep out, “Fuck! Oh, Sugu- it’s yours, all yours! I- Ah!” His face adorns with a sly smile at your confession. His body is on fire, your pussy perfectly snug around the shape of his cock. He knows he’s about to cum, with the way his insides are twisting, and his heavy balls are twitching rapidly as they slap on the fat on your ass. Your pussy is so good that he swears you’re not even from this planet. But he needs to get you there first. That’s all he needs to dump his seed inside of you.

He slithers the hand gripping your throat down to your drooling clit, rubbing so fast you think you’re having whiplash. Your cries become louder, and before you even know what’s happening, you’re covering Suguru’s entire stomach and his soft sheets with your squirt.

Suguru follows swiftly after you, letting out a sinful moan, his body trembling as he fills your pussy with his cum. It’s so much, so fucking much, that you can feel it overflowing past your stretched-out pussy. The sluggishness of his thrusts inside you causes him to let out loud breaths and drop his face in the crook of your neck.

Your eyes are still stuck on the ceiling above you, shallow breaths emerging from your sore throat. Woah.

The long-haired man above you is still panting and giving you another command, making it difficult for you to process what just happened to you.

“On your stomach, sweetheart.”

This time, you remember your manners.

[j-u-u-z-o]

About💗 RULES ⚠️ Additonal⚡️

RECENT:

NEW: “You Wish That Was You, Huh.” Atsumu x F.Reader) NSFW‼️

“34+35” (Shuhei Hisagi x F. Reader) NSFW‼️

LATEST:

“Wherever you will go; I will go.” (Atsumu Miya x F. Reader NSFW‼️

“Can’t Get Enough of You” (Ginjo Kugo x F. Reader) NSFW‼️

“A Snoozing Experiment” (Kisuke Urahara x F. Reader) NSFW‼️

“Nature’s Calling” (Atsumu Miya x F. Reader) NSFW‼️

🌻APRIL WIPS/UPDATES🌻

Shuhei Hisagi x Reader (published 4/12/24)

Atsumu x Reader ( Published 4/25/24)

✨🍄MAY WIPS/UPDATES🍄✨

Ikkaku Madarame x Reader (editing!)

Grimmjow x Reader (drafting 💭)

Bonus❕Yuuji x Reader ( in progress ✍🏾)

FANDOMS:

Bleach , Jujutsu Kaisen, Haikyuu!!, & Chainsaw Man

⚡️MY WORKS⚡️

Kensei Murguruma x Reader

Kenpachi Zaraki x Reader

Shunsui Kyoraku x Reader

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x Reader

Isshin Kurosaki x Reader

Kisuke Urahara x Reader

Ikkaku Madarame x Reader

Aizen Sosuke x Reader

Renji x Reader

Ginjo Kugo x Reader (new)

Shuhei Hisagi x Reader (new)

Bazz x Reader (coming soon)

Gojo Satoru x Reader

Nanami Kento x Reader

Geto Suguru x Reader

Sukuna Ryomen x Reader (completed)

Yuuji Itadori x Reader

Atsumu Miya x Reader

Kishibe x Reader

2024 ; all works belong to @j-u-u-z-o . Do not repost my works on any other platform.

[salmonpoki]

Hi new souls, this is my rules list, please read before ask or request ^.^

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What I write:

Fluff

Angst

Comfort

Character x reader

Character x reader x character

Fanfic/Drabble/Headcanons

AU [ex. CollegeAU]

Characters I write about:

Yuji Itadori & Megumi Fushiguro

Maki Zenin, Yuta Okkotsu & Toge Inumaki

Satoru Gojo & Suguru Geto

Aoi Todo & Noritoshi Kamo

Kento Nanami & Takuma Ino

Sukuna [all of his form]

Uraume

Hajime Kashimo

Hiromi Higuruma

Fumihiko Takaba

Choso

Kinji Hakari & Hoshi Kirara

Toji Fushiguro

What I could write [not sure]:

Smut [yes, everything related with NSFW]

Character x character

Characters I could write about [not sure]:

Nobara Kugisaki

Atsuya Kusakabe

Shoko Ieiri

Kiyotaka Ijichi

Yu Haibara

Utahime Iori

Kokichi Muta, Mai Zenin & Kasumi Miwa

Momo Nishimiya

Yuki Tsukumo

Naoya Zenin

Hana Kurusu

Charles Bernard

Shiu Kong

What I don't write:

noncon [r*pe]

Inc*st

Anything p*do

Z*ophilia

Anything that could be related with p*ss, v*mit & sc*t

Minors (regarding smut)

Characters I don't write about:

Masamichi Yaga

Mei Mei

Yorozu

Riko Amanai

Mahito, Jogo, Hanami & Dagon

Haruta Shingemo

I hope I wrote all... Oh well, in case I will update it!

[ohnococo]

🤍: SFW 🖤: NSFW 💛: New [Up to date as of 02/02/2024]

Fics

Magpie | Toji Fushiguro x F!Reader || CHAPTER 2 || CHAPTER 3 || CHAPTER 4 - Leaving you high and dry, taking you at your worst, fucking you on your wedding day. Moments in your tumultuous relationship with Toji, and the person you become because of it. 🖤

Gunshow | Toji Fushiguro x F!Reader [Gunplay] - A mysterious and violent stranger at your local dive awakens a new kink in you. 🖤

Give and Take | Toji Fushiguro x Vampire!Reader - You need to feed as much as any other vampire. Lucky for you, you have donors like Toji, a man that offers more than most. 🖤

Gratitude | Kiyotaka Ijichi x F!Reader || CHAPTER 2 || CHAPTER 3 || CHAPTER 4 [Praise Kink] - Ijichi is sweet, considerate, cute… you just have to show your appreciation. 🖤

Fight Night | MMA Fighter!Ryomen Sukuna x F!Reader || CHAPTER 2 || CHAPTER 3 || CHAPTER 4 || CHAPTER 5 || CHAPTER 6 || CHAPTER 7 - You weren't familiar with Infamous MMA Fighter Ryomen 'The King' Sukuna when he entered the club, but he certainly wants to become familiar with you. 🖤💛

Between Water and Wind | Satoru Gojo x F!Reader - Sukuna isn't good for you, you know this, Gojo knows this. You can't leave him though, so instead you'll seek comfort in Gojo's arms in secret, even as he asks you to want better for yourself. 🖤💛

Eyes on You | MMA Fighter!Ryomen Sukuna x Scientist F!Reader - Sukuna takes a keen interest in you after a meeting discussing having him promote the protein powder you helped develop. 🖤💛

Right on Time | Takuma Ino x F!Reader - You get stuck in traffic with your boyfriend, Ino, on the way to his mentor's birthday dinner. It's not the right time or place, but you just can't keep your hands to yourselves. 🖤💛

Headcanons

Toji Fushiguro NSFW Headcanons 🖤

Toji Fushiguro x Pregnant!Reader Headcanons 🤍

Pining Toji Fushiguro HCs 🖤

Takuma Ino NSFW HCs 🖤

Kiyotaka Ijichi Relationship HCs 🖤💛

Having a Sweet, Girly, & Childish S/O Headcanons [Nanami & Gojo] 🖤

Nudes/Lewds Headcanons [Gojo, Nanami, Geto, Toji, Choso, Yaga, Ijichi] 🖤

MMA Fighter AU Headcanons [Toji, Geto, Gojo, Sukuna] 🤍

Pining Hiromi Higuruma HCs 🖤

Dating Co-Worker Hiromi Higuruma HCs 🖤

Restaurant AU - Dating JJK Co-Workers [Gojo, Geto, Choso, Toji, & Sukuna] 🖤

Service top Gojo 🖤

NSFW Alphabets

Takuma Ino | NSFW Alphabet [Complete] 🖤💛

Choso | NSFW Alphabet [Complete] 🖤

Kento Nanami | NSFW Alphabet [Complete] 🖤

Satoru Gojo | NSFW Alphabet [Complete] 🖤

Kiyotaka Ijichi | NSFW Alphabet [Complete] 🖤

Hiromi Higuruma | SFW & NSFW Alphabet [SFW: A, C, J, & K // NSFW: D, K, M, & O] 🖤

Suguru Geto | SFW Alphabet [N, R, & Z] 🤍

Suguru Geto | NSFW Alphabet [C, D, E, F, & K] 🖤💛

Scenarios/Drabbles

Car Sex with Ino 🖤

Choso x Femdom 🖤

Soft Vanilla Sex with Ijichi 🖤

Sub!Ijichi Getting Pegged 🖤

"Open your mouth for me, baby." | Kento Nanami x Reader [Quote Challenge] 🖤

"Are you holding back? Don't." | Satoru Gojo x Reader [Quote Challenge] 🖤

"Does it make you nervous when I stare?" | Choso x Reader [Quote Challenge] 🖤

"You know i'm holding back from fucking you over this kitchen counter, don't push your luck." | Toji x Reader [Quote Challenge] 🖤

JJK Thirst - Random thoughts, blurbs, rants, and interactions thirsting for characters. Things too short or casual to really call a drabble or headcanon post.

Old Masterlists - from fixations past

[nakunakunomi]

This is a masterlist for my AB(C)-Day event which ran from nov 1st-10th 2023. All readers are GN. Some of these works are NSFW. Warnings are tagged.

Bleach

Zaraki

Fluff Alphabet - J

Demon Slayer

Suma Uzui

Fluff Alphabet - B

Hero Academia

Keigo Takami

Fluff alphabet - R

Jujutsu kaisen

Choso

Fluff Alphabet - P Fluff Alphabet - X

Fushiguro Toji

Fluff Alphabet - V

Geto Suguru

Fluff Alphabet - O

Gojo Satoru

General Alphabet - L General Alphabet - M

Fluff alphabet - H

Smut alphabet - J

Inumaki Toge

Fluff Alphabet - P

Nanami Kento

Fluff Alphabet - L Fluff Alphabet - R

Smut Alphabet - E Smut Alphabet - F Smut alphabet - H Smut alphabet - S Smut alphabet - T

Okkotsu Yuta

Fluff alphabet - K

Sukuna

Smut Alphabet - F Smut Alphabet - W

Naruto

Might Guy

Fluff Alphabet - R

Obito Uchiha

Smut Alphabet - K

One Piece

Hina

Smut Alphabet - N

Kid

Smut Alphabet - E

Law

Fluff Alphabet - E Smut alphabet - Z

Robin

Smut Alphabet - N Smut Alphabet - P

Twisted Wonderland

Epel Felmier

Fluff Alphabet - D

Idia Shroud

Fluff Alphabet - F Fluff alphabet - K Fluff alphabet - N Fluff alphabet - V

Leona Kingscholar

Fluff alphabet - M Fluff alphabet - U

Vil Schoenheit

Fluff alphabet - V Fluff alphabet - W

[maddyshome]

i think yall gotta pipe down. if gojo somehow returns this manga will be incredibly dumb. like whats the point of showing the readers his version of afterlife? his end seems like an end. whats the point of going on and on and on all over again with gojo and sukuna? why? gege finished him off because his character arc was long over and he was basically disrupting. there is just no universe where gojo would not be taken out of the story. be it by killing or wounding him.

if he comes back its going to be hella cheap writing.

gege can idk try to make sukuna's lawsuit about the murder of gojo satoru or something.

like how can someone be so obsessed with a fictional character that they start throwing BS bcs they dont like what happened with that character.

you need to stop at one point. stop reading. stop scrolling just stop. find another thing to do.

i just dont get it. maybe im too old or something. but i truly cannot deal with yall hardcore fans...you are aware...that gojo..canon gojo is a pretty shitty person right? this is just the draco malfoy fandom but anime version. and gen z.

whats even crazier are geto suguru fans like.. dude is basically hitler wannabe. with the whole genocide, cult and weird ass racism thing thinking normal people are mindless animals like you cannot make this shit up.

if hitler were handsome would people like him because he was just a sad man with a painful past?

my god, what am i saying? there are people alive who empathize with fucking hitler. of course a fictional character would be loved.

how can you, as a person, reach the point where you are making excuses for genocide

world is a scary place i swear

[actuallysaiyan]

Masterlist III

Started on: 03/07/2022 Updated on: 02/03/2024 Completed on: 02/03/2024 Number of works: 92

How You Gonna See Me Now(Vegeta x Fem!Reader)

Magic Touch(Prince!Gohan x Fem!Reader)

Sweat(Prince!Vegeta x Fem!Saiyan!Reader)

The Prince(Jealous!Vegeta x Fem!Reader)

You Say It's Your Birthday(Son Gohan x Fem!Reader) Gift for a friend

You Can't Hurry Love(Android 17 x Fem!Reader) Gift for a friend

Sticky Situations(Multifandom)

Last Christmas(Vegeta x Fem!Reader)

Euphoria(Virgin!Vegeta x Fem!Saiyan!Reader)

Stand By Me(Soft!Vegeta x Fem!Reader)

Powerplay Vegeta imagine

Yuletide Cheer(Turles x Fem!Reader

Will You Love This Part of Me(Multifandom Femdom!)

Anger Issues Fem!Reader x Z Fighters

Dating Headcanons

Getting Caught Masturbating Headcanons

Don't Let It Bring You Down(Rock Lee x Fem!Reader x Might Guy)

Please Please(Uchiha breeding kink H/Cs part I)

Please Please(Uchiha breeding kink H/Cs part II)

All Through The Night(Team Guy sexy H/Cs)

My Girl(Sannin x Fem!Reader)

Sticky Situations(Multifandom)

I Just Want To Be The One You Love(Virgin!Naruto x Fem!Reader & Virgin!Sasuke x Fem!Reader)

It's All Over But The Crying(Neji Hyuga x Fem!Reader)

Jiraiya Returning To Konoha imagine

Will You Love This Part Of Me(Multifandom Femdom!)

Winter Uchiha Headcanons

Titty sucking H/Cs w/Sparda men

Forever(Dante x Fem!Reader)

Dream Lover(V x Fem!Reader)

The Letter(V/Vergil x Fem!Reader)

Bring It On Home(Dante x Fem!Reader)

Go With The Flow(Sparda men cum headcanons)

Everyone I Love Is Dead(Vergil x Fem!Reader)

I Just Wanna(Body hair headcanons with Sparda men)

Lose You Tonight(DMC3!Dante x Fem!Reader)

Crosses(DMC5!Dante x Fem!Reader)

Sticky Situations(Multifandom)

I Wanna Be Good To You(Vergil x Fem!Reader)

Once You Kiss Me Once, Baby(Muzzling DMC3!Dante x Fem!Reader)

Magic Feeling(Virgin!Vergil x Fem!Reader)

She Keeps It Pumping Straight To My Heart(Breeding!Vergil x Fem!Reader)

Yuletide Cheer with Dante!(Dante x Fem!Reader)

Will You Love This Part of Me(Multifandom Femdom!)

Dante x Fem!Reader smuttiness

Fluffy DMC3!Dante x Fem!Reader

Horny and Desperate Agedup!Denji headcanons

Let's Spend The Night Together(Size Kink headcanons)

I'll Do Anything(Virginity Loss headcanons)

Lose Yourself(Squirting/oral sex headcanons)

'Til You Cannot Speak(Ryomen Sukuna x Menstruating!Fem!Reader)

Lazy Sunday Kento imagine

Obsessive Yuji imagine

Pent Up Megumi imagine

High Sex Drive Suguru and Satoru imagine

Pervert Satoru imagine

Blowjob Kento imagine

Virgin!Choso Sex Toy imagine

Pretend That You Love Me(Satoru Gojo x Fem!Reader x Suguru Geto)

Choso Fucking Drabble

Yuta's First Blowjob Drabble

Taking Both Sukuna's Cocks Imagine

I Wanna Be Adored(Kento Nanami x Fem!Sorcerer!Reader/Shibuya!)

Nanami Comes Home After Shibuya(Nanami x Fem!Reader)

I Love You Forever(Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader)

Kiss You Once and Then Some More And Wish You a Merry Christmas(CEO!Nanami Kento x Fem!Secretary!Reader)

I Close My Eyes and I Slip Away(ANGSTY!!!! Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader)

Kuantan Beach Nanami Imagine

You Even Make Me Glow(Virgin!Choso Kamo x Fem!Reader)

Panty Thief Nanami Imagine

Christmas Nanami Imagine

Wherever I Go, You'll Always Be Next To Me(Suguru Geto x Fem!Reader x Satoru Gojo)

Heart To Heart(Emo!College!Nanami Kento x Fem!Bimbo!Reader)

Will You Love This Part of Me(Multifandom Femdom!)

Pussy obsessed Nanami Kento Imagine

Legendary Nanami Imagine

You Will Show Me, How The Earth Cries(Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader)

The Dark, Dark Night(Yuta Okkotsu x Fem!Reader)

I Belong With You and Only You(Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader)

Choso Kamo x Fem!Reader at a Party

I'm Right In Between(Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader x Takuma Ino)

Pent Up Husband Nanami Kento Imagine

Kento Sloppy Drunk x Fem!Reader Imagine

Smoking Sex Nanami Kento Imagine

The Sound Of Crackling Fire(Tengen Uzui x Fem!Reader x Kyojuro Rengoku)

Let's Get Together, Build Us A Fire(Size Kink headcanons)

I'm Full Of Sin(Kyojuro Rengoku x Fem!Reader)

He Said To Me, "Hey, come here closer"(Gyutaro Shabana x Fem!Reader)

Fiery Love(Kyojuro Rengoku x Fem!Reader)

He Said To Me, "Hey, come here closer"(Gyutaro Shabana x Fem!Reader) Part II

Will You Love This Part of Me(Multifandom Femdom!)

Tengen Uzui x Fem!Reader x Kyojuro Rengoku Jealousy Threesome

I Feel Fine, I Feel Good(Alex x Fem!Reader)

Adopting a Kitten with Sado/Chad Yasutora

There's A Beautiful Girl and A Handsome Guy(Kenpachi Zaraki x Fem!Reader)

[that-student-that-has-homework]

100 Follower Event!

Hello lovely duckies! (I really like ducks, and when I get the energy I wish for my blog to have a stronger duck theme)

Thanks to all of you, I've reached 100 followers! Thank you!

So let's try this event thing: pick a character (no more than 3 please) and a headcanon and I'll make some quick headcanons and post them under #that_student_100_event

Note:

these are gonna be x Reader

you may pick characters from different fandoms

When requesting hc’s you can chose one or two that are similar for one request, and I can combine them

I might cap this at 20 asks in case I get overwhelmed. Life has been very...life...

Alrighty: let's get cracking!

Characters:

One Piece:

Monkey D. Luffy Roronoa Zoro Black Leg Sanji Cyborg Franky Nico Robin (platonic only) Nami (platonic only) Portgas D. Ace Characters I'm not too confident about, but could do Silvers Rayleigh Akagami no / Red Haired Shanks Marco the Pheonix Trafalgar Law White Hunter Smoker Crocodile Buggy the Clown I've started Dressrosa, so any characters there are OUT, because I have yet to meet / properly understand them, this includes Doffy. If there's a character I haven't listed but you want to see, ask (but provide a backup in case I can't please)

Jujutsu Kaisen

Nanami Kento Gojo Satoru Geto Suguru Toji Fushiguro Megumi Fushiguro Itadori Yuji Inumaki Toge Okkotsu Yuta Maki Zennin (platonic only) Kugisaki Nobara (platonic only) If there's a character I haven't listed but you want to see, ask (but provide a backup in case I can't please)

Haikyuu!!

Call me basic, but I only feel like I can confidently write for the main entries of the following schools (else I gotta do research so it's not OOC - and I don't have the energy for that folks to be perfectly honest) I finished the manga so you can ask for others. Karasuno Aoba Johsai Nekoma Fukurodani Inarizaki

Genshin Impact

Tall Men Kaedahara Kazuha Gaming and the Fatui (minus Tartaglia) are not characters I will write for. (Haven't met Gaming)

Attack on Titan

Levi Erwin Hange (platonic only) Jean Connie Springer Zeke Jeager Reiner Braun Eren (it will be aimed at Mikasa tbh)

Prompts

These prompts were collected from @make-me-imagine from her Headcanon Prompts List

A-Z Relationship Headcanons

Crush > Confession > Dating

Crush: How would they act with a crush, do they pine?

Relationship: General Relationship Headcanons

First Date + First Kiss

Flirting: How they flirt, how they react to you flirting, etc.

Intimacy: How they show intimacy; physical and not.

Confession: When and how they admit their feelings for you

Hobbies: What hobbies, interest, etc would they share with you.

Holidays: How they celebrate the holidays

Comfort: How they would comfort you after a … (bad day, nightmare, your choice)

The moment(s) they realize they have feelings for you (pre-relationship)

The moment(s) they realize they are in love with you (established relationship)

Cuddling: Do they cuddle, how do they, when do they, etc

Kissing: Do they like kissing, how do they kiss, when, etc.

Love Languages: What is their receiving and giving love language (and how do they show it)

Jealousy: How they act when they are jealous, what would make them jealous, etc. (before and/or during the relationship)

Cooking/Food: Cooking for each other, food preferences, etc.

Taking care of them when they are sick

Them taking care of you when you are sick

Romance: Are they romantic, how do they show it, etc.

First Meeting + First Impression

Domestic Headcanons: What it’s like to live with them, how they show domesticity (Note: I don’t write for pregnancy/kids/children)

Protective: Are they protective? How they show it. Etc.

Taking care of them when they are hurt.

Them taking care of you when you are hurt.

Friends > Lovers

Love: Ways they say or show they love you.

Anniversaries: How do the two of you celebrate your anniversaries

Proposal + Wedding

Traveling: Where would you go, what would you do?

Platonic/Best Friends: What is your friendship like

Gifts: What kind of gifts would they give, how often, when, why, etc. And, what kind of gifts do they like?

Pet-names/Nicknames (for you and for them)

Regret/Guilt: How would they act, what would they do if they hurt you, or you had a fight (wont right for abusive styles of fighting, just general arguments and misunderstandings)

Aesthetics: What smell(s) are they, what flower are they, what season do I associate with them, do I think they have a favorite aesthetics, songs, etc.

Surprises: How would they surprise you, what with, why, etc.

Magic/Fantasy AU: If they were in a world of magic, what powers would they have, what would their role be?

Meet-Cute: If you were to have a meet-cute with them, what would happen during and after.

Secret Admirer: What would they do as a secret admirer

Enemies > Friends > Lovers

Dates: How often, and what kind of dates do you go on?

Royalty/Fantasy AU: In a world where there are such things and princes, princesses, dragons and knights, what would they’re role me, and how did it coincide with yours? ((42))

Thank you everyone!

[linkemon]

Suguru Geto x Reader

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sᴘᴏᴊʀᴢᴇɴɪᴇ ɴᴀ sᴘᴏsᴏ́ʙ ᴍʏśʟᴇɴɪᴀ sᴜɢᴜʀᴜ ᴡ ᴄɪᴀ̨ɢᴜ ʀᴏ́ᴢ̇ɴʏᴄʜ ᴇᴛᴀᴘᴏ́ᴡ ᴊᴇɢᴏ ᴘᴏʙʏᴛᴜ ᴡ ʟɪᴄᴇᴜᴍ ᴊᴜᴊᴜᴛsᴜ ᴏʀᴀᴢ ᴛᴏ ᴡ ᴊᴀᴋɪ sᴘᴏsᴏ́ʙ ᴢᴍɪᴇɴɪᴌ sɪᴇ̨ ᴊᴇɢᴏ śᴡɪᴀᴛᴏᴘᴏɢʟᴀ̨ᴅ ɪ ᴄᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴛᴇɢᴏ ᴅᴏᴘʀᴏᴡᴀᴅᴢɪᴌᴏ. ᴅᴏᴅᴀᴛᴋᴏᴡᴇ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴄᴊᴇ:

ᴏɴᴇsʜᴏᴛ ᴢᴀᴡɪᴇʀᴀ sᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀʏ ᴢ ᴅʀᴜɢɪᴇɢᴏ sᴇᴢᴏɴᴜ ɪ ᴛᴏᴍᴏ́ᴡ ᴍᴀɴɢɪ ᴏᴘᴏᴡɪᴀᴅᴀᴊᴀ̨ᴄʏᴄʜ ᴏ ᴍᴌᴏᴅᴏśᴄɪ ɢᴏᴊᴏ.

ɢᴇᴛᴀ ᴛᴏ ᴛʀᴀᴅʏᴄʏᴊɴᴇ, ᴅʀᴇᴡɴɪᴀɴᴇ ʙᴜᴛʏ ᴢᴀᴋᴌᴀᴅᴀɴᴇ ᴅᴏ ʏᴜᴋᴀᴛʏ. ᴏʙᴏɴ (ʟᴜʙ ᴏ-ʙᴏɴ) ᴛᴏ ᴊᴀᴘᴏɴ́sᴋɪ ᴏᴅᴘᴏᴡɪᴇᴅɴɪᴋ ɴᴀsᴢᴇɢᴏ śᴡɪᴇ̨ᴛᴀ ᴢᴍᴀʀᴌʏᴄʜ.

"Love is the most twisted curse of all." Gojō Satoru

— Wszystkiego najlepszego, [Reader].

Dziewczyna odwróciła się, przekrzywiając głowę w sposób, który dawał do zrozumienia, że jest zdziwiona jego życzeniami.  

Suguru rozejrzał się po otwartym korytarzu. Cisza, przerywana jedynie cykaniem świerszczy i okazjonalnym śpiewem nocnych ptaków. Ciemność, rozświetlana blaskiem nielicznych latarni zapalonych na stałe przy najważniejszych budynkach. Czerwień kolumn odbijała się na jej tle znajomym kolorem. O tej porze większość liceum Jujutsu pogrążała się we śnie. Choć, kto wie, być może Gojō byłby o tej porze na nogach. Z jego przyjacielem nigdy nie było wiadomo.  

Dziś Suguru był wyjątkiem wśród uśpionego towarzystwa. Nie było go cały tydzień, odkąd wyruszył na solową misję, by pozbyć się jednej z klątw. I tak miał szczęście, że zdążył na ostatni autobus o tej nieludzkiej godzinie. Wszystko po to, by zdążyć na czas. Na urodziny [Reader].  

— Dziękuję, Suguru. Miałam to w kalendarzu, ale… — Niedokończone zdanie zawisło w powietrzu.  

— Zapomniałaś? — dokończył.  

Nastolatka pokiwała głową.  

— Shōko i Satoru kupili mi tort i jakieś drobiazgi. Szczerze mówiąc, to mogłoby być cokolwiek. Nie żebym pamiętała, jaki prezent dał mi ktokolwiek ostatnim razem — westchnęła. — Mam jeszcze pół kawałka. — Podsunęła mu talerzyk.  

— Satoru nie zeżarł całego? — zakpił.  

— Udało mi się trochę uratować.  

Chłopak przyjął ciasto. Podsuwała mu słodycze w hurtowych ilościach, odkąd opowiedział jej o tym, jak jego zdaniem smakują klątwy. Jego technika polegała na zjadaniu zła. Ciężko było to opisać. To trochę tak, jakby zjadał szmatę, którą ktoś zgarnął wymiociny, albo jakby ktoś napchał mu szlamu do ust. Błoto zdawało się chcieć wypłynąć z niego za każdym razem. Zawsze jednak z uporem je przełykał. Nie mógł się do tego przyzwyczaić. Nieważne, ile razy tego nie robił, zawsze pozostawał posmak. Gorzki, zbierający na wymioty smród, którego nie czuł nikt poza nim. Nie sposób było się go pozbyć. Kawałek tortu, który teraz jadł, nie dałby rady go zabić. Nie chodziło jednak o jego przyziemnie słodki smak. Bardziej o to, od kogo pochodził. Sam fakt, że [Reader] wywalczyła jeszcze kawałek dla niego od żarłocznego Gojō, był miły. Sam ten akt łagodził niesmak po klątwach, które musiał dziś zjeść, bardziej niż słodycz.  

— Mam coś dla ciebie. — Wyciągnął zza pleców opakowany pamiętnik. — Widziałem, że kończy ci się miejsce w notatniku, więc kupiłem nowy.  

— Dziękuję. — Uśmiechnęła się, zrywając papier i kartkując prezent.  

To zawsze był dobry wybór. Ilość rzeczy, które spisywała, zwiększała się z dnia na dzień. Chciał, by przynajmniej mogła je umieścić w czymś, co ładnie wyglądało, skoro wszędzie biegała z notesem. Obkleił go naklejkami i poprosił, by znajomi się podpisali. Niech chociaż ten jeden będzie inny niż pozostałe. Trochę żywszy. Bardziej kolorowy. Z wesołymi stronami.  

— Nie cieszysz się — stwierdził.  

— Nie zrozum mnie źle, Suguru. To bardzo ładny prezent. Po prostu… czasem chciałabym, żeby w ogóle nie był mi potrzebny. — W głosie pobrzmiewała nuta melancholii.  

Ostatnio zapomniała wszystkich poprzednich urodzin razem z datą. Jej technika była potężna. Jednak z wysoką mocą szła w parze wysoka cena. Im ważniejszych rzeczy ze swojego życia zapominała, tym większą przeklętą energią mogła dysponować.  

Oczywiście dalej mogła świętować swoje urodziny. Miała ich datę pod ręką. Poprzednie wydarzenia zapisała już dawno temu, by nie zapomnieć. Jednak czytanie nawet swoich własnych przemyśleń i wspomnień było trochę jak słuchanie siebie w próbie przekonania, że ma się rację, choć uważa się inaczej. Kiedyś opisała to jak oglądanie siebie na filmie z dzieciństwa. Masz pojęcie, że ty to ty, ale wciąż czujesz, jakby to była inna osoba.  

— Wiem, że jest ci przykro, ale zrobiłaś to, co słuszne. Uratowałaś komuś życie. Jestem pewny, że gdyby ci ludzie wiedzieli, jak im pomogłaś, byliby ci bardzo wdzięczni. — Złapał ją za rękę.  

Dłoń była niezwykle ciepła. Szczególnie w chłodnym nocnym powietrzu.  

Ta rodzina pewnie nigdy nie dowie się, że byli o włos od jednej z najbardziej okrutnych śmierci. Zapewne zobaczyli coś zupełnie innego. Jak większość zwykłych ludzi, którzy rzadko potrafili ujrzeć prawdziwe natury klątw.  

Getō przeszło kiedyś przez myśl, że gdyby on był na jej miejscu, być może chciałby zrezygnować. Jednak dziewczyna gorąco zaprzeczyła. Czarowników jujutsu było tak niewielu. Każdy był na wagę złota. Wierzyła, że urodziła się z tym darem w jakimś celu. Szczególnie że nie pochodziła z żadnej z wielkich rodzin. Ktoś musiał pomóc ludziom, którzy sami nie potrafili się bronić.  

— Masz rację. Jeszcze raz dziękuję za prezent. Na pewno mi się przyda. Pora zrobić nową listę, bo już zbliżam się do końca poprzedniej. — Położyła głowę na jego ramieniu.  

[Reader] ziewnęła przeciągle i przymknęła oczy. Blask latarni tańczył w jej włosach. Słyszał jej miarowy oddech.  

— Wpisz mnie na nią — stwierdził chłopak.  

— Hę?! — Dziewczyna podniosła głowę w zaskoczeniu. — Przecież wiesz, że nigdy bym tego nie zrobiła, więc nie wiem, po co w ogóle o tym gadamy.  

— Gdyś kiedyś była w potrzebie — widział, że już była gotowa mu przerwać, więc delikatnie położył jej palec na ustach, uciszając ją — chcę być na tej liście.  

Był ważny w jej życiu. A przynajmniej chciał w to wierzyć. Na tyle, by poświęcenie wspomnień z nim mogło kiedyś pomóc jej w uzyskaniu ogromnej ilości kontrolowanej przeklętej energii.  

Lista była swego rodzajem przygotowaniem. Spisem tego, co w razie potrzeby mogła poświęcić licealistka, walcząc z klątwami. Stosy pokreślonych kartek w jej pokoju w akademiku były świadectwem tego, jak ewaluowała wszystko w swoim życiu. Musiała stale określać, jaka wiedza czy wspomnienia są dla niej ważne i czy może jej poświęcić. A po wszystkim skreślała je z listy, by wracać do nich jedynie w formie zapisków.  

— To może ci kiedyś uratować życie. A nawet jeśli mnie zapomnisz… zawsze będę obok, żeby ci o sobie przypomnieć. Tak łatwo się mnie nie pozbędziesz — zaśmiał się.  

— Nigdy nie będziesz na tej liście, Suguru. — Patrzyła mu głęboko w oczy. — Jest wiele rzeczy, które mogę oddać, ale nie ciebie.  

Nic nie odpowiedział. Z jednej strony nie była to deklaracja, którą chciał usłyszeć, z drugiej wywoływała miłe uczucie. Jedynie mocniej ścisnął jej rękę, zapatrzony przed siebie. Słodki smak tortu wciąż panował w jego umyśle, choć już dawno skończył jeść kawałek.  

Urodziny

***  

— To nie jest trening! — zaprotestowała [Reader]. — Yaga-sensei nas zamorduje.  

Leżała między nogami Getō. Bynajmniej nie wyglądała na niezadowoloną z ich obecnej sytuacji. Chłopak uznał, że tylko tak sobie narzeka. Musiała. Dla zasady.  

— Co robimy? — spytał przekornie Suguru.  

— Lecimy — odpowiedziała dziewczyna.  

— Na czym?  

— Na Tęczowym Smoku… — odparła, wciąż niepewna tego, dokąd zmierza ta wymiana zdań.  

— A więc lecimy na klątwie. Trenujemy — zakończył rozbawiony Getō.  

Miał już na dziś dosyć walki. Wymiana ciosów była męcząca. Szczególnie że nie mógł używać przeklętej energii. Inaczej przeciwniczka niewiele by z tego wyniosła poza pobytem w szpitalu. Musiała oszczędzać wspomnienia na misje. Tak więc na terenie liceum pozostawała jej jedynie nauka walki wręcz. Żadnej specjalnej techniki, co najwyżej najprostsze. Walkę z klątwami od dłuższego już czasu praktykowała jedynie w terenie.  

— Jeśli tak bardzo chcesz, to wrócimy, ale nie wyglądasz na nieszczęśliwą — stwierdził Suguru.  

Smok rzucił mu szybkie spojrzenie. Wyłupiaste oczy gapiły się w oczekiwaniu. Najpotężniejsza klątwa w jego arsenale nie była wybitnie inteligentna, ale tyle potrafiła zrozumieć. Chciała wiedzieć, czy powinna zawrócić. Jej wąsy powiewały w chłodnym powietrzu.  

— Nie chce mi się — oznajmiła [Reader]. — Może po prostu zwalę winę na ciebie, jak już będziemy na dole.  

Kąciki ust Getō poszybowały w górę. Pokiwał jedynie głową. Niech jej będzie. Zawsze wstawali na trening, gdy jeszcze panował mrok. Do wschodu słońca mieli jeszcze odrobinę czasu. Może Yaga-sensei nie przyjdzie sprawdzić, czy rzeczywiście ćwiczą. W końcu lasy otaczające liceum jujutsu wciąż otaczała ciemność. Odcienie granatu i szarości tańczyły dookoła, sprawiając, że nauczycielom nie chciało się wychodzić ze swoich wygodnych łóżek.  

— Trzymaj. To łapówka — oznajmiła, wręczając mu lizaka.  

Był to jeden z tych wielkich, tandetnie wyglądających. Ogromne, czerwone serce dawało mu znać, że musiała go kupić w rodzinnym miasteczku. Uwielbiali tam takie kramikowe rzeczy. Wśród czarowników panował zwyczaj przywożenia pamiątek i słodyczy z odległych miejsc, gdzie musieli spędzać często sporo czasu.  

Przyjął słodycz. Smak zdawał się rozpływać na języku. A może po prostu to sobie wmówił. W końcu czy to rzeczywiście było w stanie zmyć z jego języka wymiociny i zapach gówna? Dobrze wiedział, że nie, ale zawsze mógł udawać.  

Wyegzorcyzmować i wchłonąć. Wyegzorcyzmować i wchłonąć. Wyegzorcyzmować i wchłonąć… I tak w kółko. Robił to od tak dawna, że z czasem przestał pamiętać czasy, gdy tego nie czynił. Momenty, gdy nie było brudu.  

— Pokłóciłam się z dziadkami. — Głowa [Reader] przekręciła się nieznacznie na jego kolanach.  

To była niespodziewana zmiana tematu. Czuł jednak, że coś było nie tak od kilku dni. Kiedy wróciła po wolnym weekendzie, nie wyglądała na zadowoloną. Pojechała w rodzinne strony z powodu obon. Święto zmarłych zwykle stanowiło dość zapracowany czas dla czarowników jujutsu, ale uczniowie w miarę możliwości odwiedzali domy. O ile je mieli, a z tym też różnie bywało.  

— Myślałem, że dobrze się dogadujecie. O co poszło? — spytał Suguru.  

— Siedzieliśmy przy stole. Dziadkowie postawili rodzicom ołtarzyk. Wiesz, jak to jest na obon. Zrobili się sentymentalni i zaczęli wspominać stare dzieje. Nie spodziewałam się tego. Jakiś czas temu czytałam notatnik, ale nie aż tak dogłębnie. Wkurzyli się, że ich nie pamiętałam. Powiedzieli parę przykrych słów. Po kolacji wszystko wróciło do normy. Przynajmniej na zewnątrz… ale we mnie chyba wciąż to siedzi. Myślisz, że dobrze zrobiłam?  

Getō doskonale wiedział, jakie myślenie stało za [Reader] poświęcającą pamięć o swoich rodzicach. Oczywiście, że byli dla niej ważni, jednak trudno było znaleźć coś cennego, by móc to poświęcić w zamian za użycie techniki w bardzo silnej formie. Dziewczyna wyszła z założenia, że skoro od ich śmierci minęło już wiele czasu, nie będzie tych wspomnień aż tak potrzebować. Gdy do wyboru było zginąć z ręki klątwy albo przeżyć i zapomnieć, drugi wybór wydawał się lepszy.  

— To nie twoja wina. Oni po prostu nigdy nas nie zrozumieją. Jestem pewny, że gdyby wiedzieli, że dzięki temu ratujesz życia innych i swoje, nigdy by czegoś takiego nie powiedzieli. Oczywiście nie próbuję ich usprawiedliwiać, ale musimy też spróbować spojrzeć na to z innej perspektywy.  

Suguru nigdy wcześniej nie zastanawiał się nad tym, jak duża przepaść dzieliła ich świat i świat zwykłych ludzi. Mimowolnie pomyślał o swoich rodzicach. Odwiedzał ich bardzo rzadko. Oni również nie mieli zielonego pojęcia, kim był. Dla nich chodził jedynie do jednego z wielu liceów w Tokio. Czy gdyby spróbował im któregoś dnia wyjawić prawdę, to zrozumieliby? Oczywiście wiedział doskonale, że nigdy się tak nie stanie. Nikt na górze by na to nie pozwolił. Nie potrafili dojrzeć klątw. Jednak to hipotetyczne pytanie zaczęło go nurtować. Czy dziadkowie [Reader] by jej uwierzyli? Czy jego matka i ojciec uznaliby go za dziwaka? Czy byliby w stanie zrozumieć, jak ważną pracę wykonują? Czy usłyszeliby jakiekolwiek słowa podzięki? Nie potrafił znaleźć odpowiedzi.  

— Pewnie masz rację. Następnym razem więcej poczytam o rodzicach i nie będzie problemu…  

Getō mimowolnie zaczął gładzić jej włosy. Było w tym coś uspokajającego. Jej bliskość zdawała się odpędzać mętlik, który powstał w jego głowie. Po co właściwie zastanawiał się nad takimi rzeczami? Ten świat został tak urządzony dawno temu. Dalsze szukanie dziury w całym nie miało sensu.  

Rodzice

***  

Getō z początku nie był pewny, czy obchodzenie letniego festiwalu w połączeniu z misją było dobrym pomysłem. Do czasu aż nie zobaczył radości na twarzy [Reader]. Egzorcyzmowanie klątw nigdy nie było przyjemne, ale tym razem było szczególnie męczące. Te, które spotkali, powinny być o wiele niższego stopnia. Wstępny wywiad nie przewidział wszystkiego. Dlatego gdy wreszcie skończyli, byli wykończeni. Wizją odpoczynku według Suguru było raczej przespanie całego dnia, jednak Shōko i Satoru wspólnie wygrzebali informację o festiwalu i na tym stanęło.  

Tak więc stał teraz pod jedną z budek, patrząc, jak dziewczyna kupuje zapas nadzianych na patyczek dango. Głos zachwalającego słodycze sprzedawcy dochodził do niego jakby z daleka . Czy mógł zresztą siebie winić? Pomimo zmęczenia wyglądała prześlicznie. Ubrana w powłóczystą yukatę, którą Ieri pomogła jej założyć, bo jak przyznała, poświęciła tę rzadko przydatną wiedzę już jakiś czas temu. Getō miał szczerą nadzieję, że wystroiła się tak głównie z jego powodu. Może on sam nie pokusił się o aż tak formalne odzienie, ale specjalnie na tę okazję przywiózł ze sobą białą, wyprasowaną koszulę. Gdyby tylko pozostała dwójka znajomych przestała go znacząco szturchać z tego powodu, byłoby cudownie.  

— Trzymaj! — Wcisnęła mu do ręki trzy patyczki.  

— Reszta też chciała? — spytał, spoglądając na dango.  

Nie widział Satoru i Shōko już od jakiegoś czasu. Podejrzewał, że schowali się gdzieś, by dać im chwilę prywatności.  

— Nie. Kupiłam je dla ciebie. — Zawzięcie zabrała się za swoją porcję.  

Uśmiechnął się sam do siebie. No tak. To był jej sposób, by walczyć z jego gorzkim posmakiem klątw. Najwidoczniej uznała, że jeśli zwiększy ilość, to jakoś uda jej się zabić odór po dzisiejszym dniu. Wiedział już, że jak zawsze nie ma racji i nic to nie da, ale i tak spróbował.  

Zaoferował jej swoje ramię. Chodzenie w geta wymagało zachowania równowagi. Sądząc po ciężkim dniu, czuł, że dziewczyna i tak długo w nich nie wytrzyma. Wspólnie ruszyli w tłum ludzi w poszukiwaniu kolejnych budek i stoisk. Drogę oświetlały kolorowe latarnie, rzucające mdłe światło na twarze mijających ich gości.  

— Jeszcze jeden raz, Suguru. — Pociągnęła go za rękaw koszuli, gdy po raz trzeci próbowali złowić rybki papierowym kijkiem.  

No tak. Stare, dobre techniki sprzedawców wykorzystujące niechęć do przegrywania.  

— Może już wystarczy? Chcesz zbankrutować? — Potarł skroń.  

Rybki koi leniwie bulgotały pod powierzchnią małego baseniku. Jakby nabijając się z porażki.  

— Myślałam, że to ty płacisz — jęknęła [Reader], rezygnując ostatecznie z zabawy.  

Nie wyglądała jednak na przejętą. Nadchodził czas pokazu fajerwerków. Chcieli zająć dobre miejsca. Pagórek wydawał się jeszcze w miarę niezaludniony. Mieli z niego widok na piękne, czyste, nocne niebo. Powietrze pachniało latem.  

— Super mamy przyjaciół, nie ma co… To był ich pomysł i nas olali — poskarżyła się dziewczyna, siadając na trawie.  

Chłopak nie skomentował tego. Czuł, że [Reader] mimo wszystko wie, dlaczego to zrobili.  

— Jestem wykończona…  

— Mówiłem, żebyś włożyła normalne buty — westchnął Getō. — Nie będę cię niósł na barana całą drogę z powrotem.  

Zrobiłby to. Doskonale wiedział, że byłby gotowy nieść ją z powrotem do hotelu z jej śmiesznymi geta w zębach, gdyby trzeba było.  

— Nie… Jestem wykończona tym całym dzisiejszym bieganiem za klątwami — stwierdziła dziewczyna.  

— Zastanawiałaś się kiedyś, co by było, gdybyś nie musiała? — spytał nagle Suguru.  

— Co masz na myśli? — Zerknęła na niego z ukosa.  

— Gdybyś nie musiała nikogo ratować i używać swojej techniki.  

Od jakiegoś czasu chodziło mu to po głowie. Dokładnie od dnia, gdy zginęła Riko. Umarła po nic. Tōji pozbył się jej na jego oczach. Wystarczyła jedna kula wymierzona w głowę i było po sprawie. Dlaczego tak to do niego trafiło? Znał ją przecież zaledwie kilka dni. Poza tym ostatecznie bariera pozostała na miejscu. Kolejne naczynie było przygotowane już dawno temu, więc wszystko skończyło się szczęśliwie.  

Po co właściwie było im to wszystko? Co by było, gdyby ich problemy można było łatwo rozwiązać? Dlaczego ktoś z większą władzą miał podporządkowywać swoje życie tym, którzy żyli w beztroskiej ignorancji? Zdawało mu się, że każdy siedzi i udaje głupiego. Istniało tyle rozwiązań na pozbycie się problemu, którzy niejako sami stworzyli, chowając się. Zwykli ludzi w jego oczach zaczynali trochę przypominać małpki. Zamknięte w klatce niewiedzy. Głupiutkie. Nadające się tylko do niektórych czynności. Tych prymitywnych. Kiedy tak zmienił się jego światopogląd?  

— Kto ratowałby zwykłych ludzi, gdyby mnie nie było? — spytała [Reader].  

— A gdyby ich nie było? — kontynuował.  

— Masz na myśli sytuację, gdybyśmy wszyscy byli czarownikami jujutsu, czy nikt z nas nie potrafił władać przeklętą energią?  

Gdyby przeciętnych ludzi nie było na tej ziemi. Gdyby zostali na niej sami czarownicy jujutsu. To chciał powiedzieć. Jednak w jej oczach już dostrzegł brak zrozumienia. W tej kwestii jego rozterek nie podzielał nikt. Była jedyną, co do której łudził się, że mogłaby zrozumieć. Ze względu na swój dar. Teraz wiedział, że się mylił.  

— Nieważne. Chyba przemawia przeze mnie zmęczenie. — Machnął ręką lekceważąco.  

— Hmmm…  

— Lepiej powiedz mi, co dzisiaj zapomniałaś — zmienił temat, nie chcąc dłużej o tym myśleć.  

To były rozważania na inny czas. Nie na moment, gdy zaczynano przygotowywać fajerwerki do strzału i coraz więcej ludzi zbierało się dookoła.  

— Nie powieeem…  

— Przecież zawsze mówisz. Czemu zawdzięczam zmianę zdania? — Getō spojrzał na nią z zaciekawieniem.  

— Będziesz się śmieć — ucięła krótko.  

— Ranisz mnie. — Suguru teatralnie położył rękę na sercu. — Czy kiedykolwiek rzeczywiście się śmiałem?  

— Mam wyliczać? — [Reader] uniosła brew.  

Może istotnie zaśmiał się kilka razy. Nie było to jednak aż tak często. Chyba…  

— Obiecuję, że nie będę.  

— Poświęciłam swój pierwszy pocałunek…   

Nie dał jej dokończyć.  

— Chcesz mi powiedzieć, że tamta klątwa została pokonana siłą twojej młodzieńczej miłości? — Getō ledwo powstrzymał się od śmiechu.  

— Właśnie dlatego nie chciałam ci mówić! Wiedziałam, że będziesz się nabijać. — Uderzyła go drewnianym geta. — To był bardzo miły chłopak z podstawówki. W przeciwieństwie do ciebie!  

A przynajmniej tak głosiły zapiski w notatniku. Nie żeby była w stanie kiedykolwiek przypomnieć sobie w umyśle, jak dokładnie to wyglądało. Cały zestaw emocji z tym związanych został niejako pogrzebany, gdy uzyskała ogromną kulę przeklętej energii, by wyegzorcyzmować klatwę.  

— Dlaczego porównujesz mnie do niego? — Suguru przekrzywił głowę. — Przecież jeszcze się nie całowaliśmy.  

Te słowa wywołały dokładnie taką reakcję, jakiej oczekiwał. Może nawet odrobinę lepszą. Chwilowe zdziwienie. Ekscytację. Pożądanie. Migoczące iskierki, które, jak się okazało sekundy później, były odbiciem kolorowych fajerwerk, które wzniosły się w powietrze. Czy letnie powietrze zawsze było tak gorące? Czuł oddech [Reader] w chwili, gdy złapała go za kołnierz śnieżnobiałej koszuli, za którą w duchu sobie teraz dziękował. Przyciągnęła go do siebie. Ich nosy zderzyły się ze sobą, ale nie miało to już żadnego znaczenia. Głośny huk wystrzałów dochodził jakby z daleka. Liczyły się jedynie miękkie usta. Ujął jej twarz w dłonie i pogłębił pocałunek. Była słodka. Smakowała dango.  

Odsunęli się od siebie nieznacznie. Na tle ciemnego nieba właśnie rozbłyskiwały tysiące świateł. Złoto mieszało się z czerwienią i zielenią. Kolejne wybuchy były większe niż poprzednie.  

— Czy to znaczy, że jestem twoim nowym pierwszym pocałunkiem? — Uśmiechnął się, poprawiając koszulę.  

— Przeginasz, Suguru — stwierdziła [Reader].  

Jednak zaraz potem pocałowała go ponownie.  

Pierwszy pocałunek

***  

Suguru osunął się całkowicie po ścianie budynku. Resztką sił trzymał kikut prawej ręki. Nie żeby to miało znaczenie. Jeśli się nie wykrwawi, to Satoru z nim skończy. Sam nie wiedział, co było dla niego lepsze. Powiedział mu wszystko, co chciał. Nie było tego wiele. Oddał identyfikator jego ucznia. Tyle przynajmniej mógł zrobić. Jakby nie patrzeć, Okkotsu Yūta był dobrym czarownikiem jujutsu. Niezależnie od okoliczności, cieszyło go, że młodzież jest tak silna. Szkoda tylko, że nie uda mu się już przejąć Riki. Z tak wspaniałą klątwą po swojej stronie mógł naprawić społeczeństwo. Zmienić świat. Pozbyć się małp. Przykra konieczność, ale kto inny byłby w stanie tego dokonać poza nim? Mogli żyć w idealnej harmonii. Gdyby tylko mu się udało…  

Słońce zachodziło za horyzontem. Zdawało się wisieć nad nim resztką sił. W czerwonym kolorze. Takim, jak krew kapiąca bezradnie na jego szaty. Mrok nadchodzącego wieczoru zdawał się zamazywać wszystkie kształty dookoła. A może po prostu coraz gorzej widział? Nie był pewien. A jednak postać [Reader] była wyraźna. Stała nad nim. Chciał wreszcie oślepnąć. By nie widzieć tego wzroku. Pełnego smutku. Wypełnionego złością. A przede wszystkim zdradą.  

— Wtedy w wiosce… myślałam, że to pomyłka. Suguru nigdy by tego nie zrobił. Tak sobie powtarzałam… — zaczęła.  

Miała na myśli małpy. Te same, które zaatakowały Mimiko i Nanako. Tylko za to, że potrafiły więcej niż one. Za umiejętności przewyższające ich postrzeganie. Nie czuł żalu. Zrobił to, co należało zrobić. One dwie były warte więcej niż sto dwanaście głupich kreatur, które się nad nimi znęcały. Ważniejsze nawet od jego rodziców. Nieświadomych niczego jak cała reszta. Byli poświęceniem, na które był gotów. Nie mogło być wyjątków.  

— Kiedy Shōko i Satoru powiedzieli mi o waszym spotkaniu, też nie chciałam uwierzyć, że to ty…  

Widzieli się w Shinjuku. Wtedy, kiedy ujawnił im, co zamierza zrobić. Właściwie gdy teraz o tym myślał, nie wiedział, po co to wtedy uczynił. Nie przyniosło mu to korzyści. Po części zdradził swoje plany. Może to część jego manii wielkości. Czyżby po prostu chciał, by inni dookoła wiedzieli, że to akurat on zbawi czarowników jujutsu? Nie. Przecież robił to dla nich wszystkich. Był po prostu tym, który podjął się brudnej roboty.  

— Nawet wtedy, kiedy zobaczyliśmy się ostatnim razem, myślałam, że uda mi się zawrócić cię z tej drogi.  

Właściwie to wiedział, po co wyznał im swoje plany. Gdzieś głęboko miał nadzieję. [Reader] wydawało się, że go zmieni. A jemu, że ją przekona. Do swoich racji. Że przejrzy na oczy i zrozumie, że to on ma rację. Że nie warto poświęcać swojego życia i wspomnień na ratowanie niewdzięcznych małp. Nigdy jej nie podziękują, bo nie rozumieją, w jakim świecie żyją. Pewnego dnia zginie gdzieś w kałuży krwi, nie pamiętając nikogo i niczego. A zwykli ludzie wciąż będą produkować klątwy, z którymi czarownicy jujutsu będą walczyć. W bezsensownej krucjacie. Bez końca. Bo nie znalazł się nikt, kto położyłby temu kres.  

Nie udało mu się. Wszyscy byli tak strasznie uparci. Mieli prawdę przed sobą, ale nie chcieli jej zobaczyć.  

— Wtedy… wcześniej… naprawdę cię kochałam, Suguru. — Spojrzała na niego oczami pełnymi łez.  

— Ja ciebie też, [Reader]… — powiedział głosem o wiele cichszym niż chciał.  

Co by było, gdyby wszystko potoczyło się inaczej? Gdyby tamtego dnia nie zmarła Riko. Gdyby nie spotkał Tsukumo. Gdyby nie stracił Haibary. Nie uratował dziewczyn. Nie opuścił liceum. Nie spróbował zdobyć Riki… Jeśli mógłby cofnąć czas, zrobiłby to jeszcze raz. Nawet jeśli w inny sposób. Ale może gdzieś istniało życie, w którym stałby obok niej. W którym mógłby uniknąć tych łez. Zaciśniętych zębów. Posmaku tych wszystkich klątw na języku.  

Krwawiącą ręką wyciągnął z kieszeni płaszcza cukierek i włożył go do ust. Nie czuł słodkiego smaku. Gorzki muł przebijał się ponad niego. Nic zresztą dziwnego. Po tylu klątwach, które niedawno wchłonął i wypuścił, nie mogło być inaczej. Nie sądził, by cokolwiek było w stanie go zmienić. Jakże żałośnie trzymał się swoich starych przyzwyczajeń. To była jedna z tych rzeczy, która go zgubiła. I nawet teraz nie potrafił się tego wyzbyć.  

— Tamtego wieczora w liceum… powiedziałeś, że mogę cię wpisać na listę. Nie sądziłam, że ten dzień kiedykolwiek nadejdzie. — Uśmiechnęła się melancholijnie.  

Ileż by dał, by cofnąć swoje słowa. Nie był gotowy na to, by być zapomnianym. Nie przez nią. Niedługo już go tu nie będzie. Nie przypomni jej, kim jest. Zostanie zredukowany do zapisków. Do kilku, może kilkunastu kartek w starych notatnikach. Do jakichś zdjęć. Zakładając, że niczego nie zniszczyła. Że jego imię nie zostało przekreślone, a tusz na fotografiach nie rozmazał się od łez.  

— [Reader]… — jego oddech stawał się coraz płytszy — przeklnij mnie trochę. — Uśmiechnął się ostatkiem sił.  

Może choć tak mógłby tu zostać. Satoru powiedział mu kiedyś, że nie ma na tym świecie tak skrzywionej klątwy, jak miłość.  

Widział ten blask jej techniki w oczach. Po tylu latach nie mógłby go zapomnieć. Gdy je otworzyła, wciąż były pełne niewyschniętych jeszcze łez. Skierowała głowę dokładnie w jego stronę. Zaraz potem przeczytała coś na małej kartce, którą miała w dłoni. Pewnie potrzebowała dać sobie instrukcje odnośnie tego, co powinna z nim zrobić. Czyżby wymazała nawet ich obecną rozmowę z umysłu? Zdążył jeszcze zauważyć, że była to strona z notatnika, który kupił jej tyle lat temu na urodziny. Kolorowa. Pokreślona wielokrotnie. Jakże ironicznie.  

Mężczyzna westchnął po raz ostatni. W tych oczach była czysta obojętność. Stwierdził, że to bolało bardziej niż przeklęta energia, która przebiła jego ciało w tamtej sekundzie. Na języku wciąż czuł gorzki smak klątw. Dlaczego cukierek nie był słodki, gdy wykreślała go ze swojej listy?  

Getō Suguru

[loafgeto]

LOAFGETO’S JUJUTSU KAISEN

KINKMAS SPECIAL

welcome! for this special(z), i will be posting and sharing oneshots with jujutsu kaisen characters for kinkmas! each character will be paired with a certain kink/fetish i PERSONALLY think that suits them/like to see them in.

i didn’t get to write a kinktober/nnn special since that’s when i started this blog and i was a fairly new writer. but with my account growing, i’ve been receiving sm support and i’m so grateful for you all :)

ok so gojo and nanami fit in both of the categories i chose for them😭 it was so hard to choose which ones i’d write them for, hopefully i’ll do a vice versa for them one day

GETO SUGURU | ROLEPLAY !

description: you and your boyfriend, suguru, were bored and looking for something fun to do— and then, he suggests you two to roleplay as a mistress and butler. where could that possibly lead to?

pairing(s): geto suguru x fem!reader

date: december 2nd

GOJO SATORU | AGE GAP !

description: why do you always go to your dad’s workplace? well, to simply drop him off his lunch! but somehow you always end up in his boss’s office.

pairing(s): gojo satoru x fem!reader

date: december 5th

NANAMI KENTO | BONDAGE !

description: you can’t seem to take your hands off your husband while he’s working on an important project and taking calls. so, what better form of discipline is there than to tie you up and fuck you until he can’t anymore?

pairing(s): nanami kento x fem!reader

date: december 9th

FUSHIGURO TOJI | IMPACT PLAY !

description: you just love toji’s big hands, especially when they’re groping your thigh, ass, or tit. it so happens that you get an idea of him using his hands and other toys when you both become intimate.

pairing(s): fushiguro toji x fem!reader

date: december 13th

KAMO CHOSO | BREEDING KINK !

description: as a family oriented guy, choso always imagines a family with you— and fortunately for him, you also think the same! so, why not pop some babies into you?

pairing(s): kamo choso x fem!reader

date: december 18th

RYOMEN SUKUNA | DOUBLE PENETRATION !

description: the king of curses never takes any sort of requests to those he deems weaker than him (literally everybody)— but when it comes to you, he can never say no. after all, not when you request him to fuck you with his two dicks.

pairing(s): ryomen sukuna x fem!reader

date: december 21st

SUGURU & SATORU | VOYEURISM !

description: you, suguru, and satoru are all close friends. however, you and satoru are very, very close. and suguru just so happens to stumble upon his two bestest friends fucking in a bed.

pairing(s): gojo satoru x fem!reader x geto suguru

date: december 25th

TOJI & SUKUNA | EXHIBITIONISM !

description: you’re invited to perform a sexual act in front of a private group of certain individuals, not knowing that you’d be engaging with two heartless men that seek nothing but dominance over you.

pairing(s): fushiguro toji x fem!reader x ryomen sukuna

date: december 30th

‪©‬ LOAFGETO. all ideas/plots belong to me. please do not plagiarize/copy my work and publish it on any other social platform. DO NOT claim my ideas as yours. dividers belong to @/cafekitsune.

if there are any questions or concerns, please let me know.

[dejwrld]

Also sorry for the multiple messages, idk why it wasn’t letting me send a longer message 😭

i didn’t want to address each message one by one so i just screenshot it. but no need to apologize, just know you got me tearing up on this fine saturday afternoon. i get so emotional when people tell me that i have grown as a writer because at first i didn’t see it until i reread my older work and then my stuff now to what i’m writing for my novel. so thank you so much. all of my multi chaptered fics i hold close to my heart. from cam competition cause it was my first ever multi chaptered fic for an anime character and i didn’t expect it to be that big tbh because in mind and when i reread it—i tell myself i could have wrote so many scenes better. but i fuckin’ loved how i wrote geto suguru in it though. then muse because i adored writing the past and present chapters and i fuckin’ loved writing all the jjk characters as these rich characters with established careers…then the fic was just a messy fic as is lol.

fthen debt is another one, i literally deleted that fic so many times off wattpad and then rewrote it so many times. also fuck that man that groomed you, i’m honestly isn’t the biggest fan of huge age gaps in fics (and even books) tbh. so when i created debt, y/n is in her grown woman era lol. so it is assumed that she is in her late twenties. while toji is in his mid 30’s. z you guys should know i love creating oc’s to cause chaos in all my fics. from jules in cam competition to be the viewpoint for readers on how predatory and gross the sex work industry can be. to serena conniving her way between nanami and reader’s relationship in muse. but debt, reader had like 3 characters that wanted a piece of her lol. anyway i loved writing toji’s and y/n’s bond in this but i do wish i would have slow burned it out a lil bit more….but then again i feel like muse couple aka nanami & y/n is my slow burn couple in all my fics and i hate repeating tropes and plots in my multi chaptered fics. but yeah, I’m not sure if I’ll finish debt or muse.

but thank you so much for these kind words and so sorry for you to have to search for me for so long love.

[bara-sen]

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@dragon ball z fans Goku can't win in this department 🔵👄🔵🤞

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nanami

⁜ random jjk headcanons

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⁜ jjk men as jealous roommates

⁜ spicy jjk headcanons (🌶)

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toji

⁜ random jjk headcanons

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⁜ random, slightly specific jjk dating headcanons part 2

⁜ being roommates with the jjk men

⁜ being roommates with the jjk man part 2

⁜ jjk men as your childhood friend

⁜ how they fell in love with you

⁜ jjk men as jealous roommates

⁜ spicy jjk headcanons (🌶)

⁜ random jjk headcanons part 2

⁜ jjk characters with a clingy partner

⁜ thirsts

yuuji + megumi

⁜ random jjk headcanons

⁜ random jjk headcanons part 2

⁜ jjk characters with a clingy partner

sukuna

⁜ random jjk headcanons

⁜ random jjk headcanons part 2

⁜ jjk characters with a clingy partner

⁜ thirsts

⁜ dumb sukuna post i wrote on a whim on a rage jog

[0risha]

✗ khan requested the prompt :: "i’ve never been kissed before so you volunteer but i decline, we’re best friends and it would be weird, but a couple hours later i lay awake in my bed and i can’t stop thinking about what it would be like to kiss you and suddenly i regret what i said" + getou THE BRAINROT IS REAL RN 😭 [ also sending u kithes mwah mwah <333 ]

✗ pairing :: geto x gn!reader

✗ xetou's note :: khan if you're seeing this ily muah muah. I forgot your new @ 😭 I could've sworn you just followed me lmfao. but thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy it. sorry that it's a month late (─.─||）

"You've never kissed anyone before?" Geto cranes his head towards you, bewilderment written in his features.

"No." You shrug nonchalantly even though your body thrums with high harmonies of embarrassment. You bury your head further into your book but the words are a blur. To your dismay, only murky, undecipherable letters form.

"Why's that? You're not ugly or anything, far from it." His voice is gravelly, formally set. He truly didn't know the effect he had on you.

When you sigh and tense, the air grows stagnant, your best friend's gaze on you doesn't help. You refuse to meet it, you're convinced that if you were to meet his eyes, he'd probably let out a laugh.

Geto had probably kissed a surplus of people, he was more of a playboy then Gojo was — just more gentlemanly.

Before you can utter your words of reason, you sense him shuffle closer to you, the bed you're both laying on creaks in protest.

"Is it alright if I kiss you?" At his words, your breath hitches in your throat. You sneak a glance at his face to gauge his seriousness. Geto rarely ever did anything upon instinct — unlike Gojo — he was a logical thinker. Immature at times but never to the extent. (The extent being Gojo Satoru)

But when you note that he was indeed genuine, your mouth runs dry as you hiccup out an answer. "S-sure."

His eyebrows raise, almost as if your previous words weren't expected. With one last nod and a lick of lips, Geto inches closer to you. When he invades your space, you're suddenly thrown into a state of hyperawareness.

You nearly short circuit when you're reminded of how good he smells, it's a mix between being woody and cedar-like with peeks of citrus. Nonetheless, it's warm and familiar. Albeit, a symbol of friendship between you two.

A feeling of hesitance crawls within your chest as you slowly pull away. It'd been through a brand of cologne you'd gifted him for his birthday when he was still a first year, an entity to reference the bond between you two, a platonic one. Not this. Not a kiss. Kisses wouldn't mean anything to Geto but frankly, it made things awkward, you'd seen how things like these morphed in the movies.

Coincidentally, the ones you watched with him.

"Uh — Suguru?" His brown eyes flutter open and meet yours. He hums in confusion. "I-I don't think we should do this..." You'd treasure this friendship with delicacy, even if it meant furling your feelings into dust.

"Why? It's just a kiss." His head tilts once you turn away, a heavy sting piercing your chest as you curse internally.

Of course it was just another kiss to him.

Whilst you fiddle with your fingers, you're tempted to go through with it, to feel an inkling of what it meant to feel his lips on yours but you shake the thought away.

"Reasons." You purse your lips as an air of awkward silence settles over you two.

Sensing it as well, Geto rolls over and turns to leave but not before ruffling your hair. "I'll see ya later, I need to catch some Z's."

You wave back, a dull ache zapping through a specific area in your chest as you watch his retreating figure. "See ya."

When you hear the door click shut, you flop back onto your bed and cover your eyes with the palm of your hands. You will yourself not to cry then and there but your internal chants are useless. Your vision blurs as your eyelids tense, your chest pathetically heaving in. Small sobs stagger out from your lips as you stuff your face into your pillow.

Love was so damn annoying. For now you'd just focus on exorcising curses, that's all you were destined to do anyway.

It was harder said than done, you decide hours later as you peel your covers off of your body. The little hope Geto had planted into your mind had sprouted into something else entirely; snapping jaws from vines that seeked closure.

You'd maybe get a kiss in, pour out your feelings and call it a night. Crazily, you snicker into the dead of the night as you place your slippers on to your feet. Things like these wouldn’t end a friendship, right?

As you stand face to face with Geto’s door, you’re convinced that it most definitely could. If basking in the aftermath, you wouldn’t be able to avoid him, ever. The amount of students — or the lack thereof — wasn’t an aid to your growing anxiety.

“Y/N?” Your eyebrows shoot up in confusion. Did he somehow sense you at the door?

“I was just about to go to your dorm room.” He states, an almost shy look clouding his usual proud demeanor. 

Your tongue feels thick as you stare up at his figure. 

“Did you need anything?”

“Y-yeah. Uh–” You nod your head as you worry your lip between your teeth. “Just wanted to say that I kinda like you?” Your eyes nearly pop out of your sockets as you slap a palm over your mouth. Your eyes dart from his face to your feet.

“Oh yeah. Me too.” Skeptically, your gaze finally finds rest on his face.

"W-" you start.

"Y-"

You both laugh. His is hearty and causes your gut to tug. You had always liked his laugh. 

"You go first." You point at his chest.

Slightly, he shakes his head and nervously rubs at his neck. “I’m not good with these kinds of things.” A curtain of hair falls from his futilely tied bun to obscure most of his vision. By your sides, your hands twitch. A want to run your fingers through his medium-length locks encasing your senses. 

“Me neither.” You agree, shuffling side to side. 

“Is it okay if I kiss you?” Your head whips towards him in shock, he places his hands up in defense.  “I-I-If your okay with i–”

“Yeah, please kiss me.” Your words contrast with your actions as you're the first one to pull closer. His large hands find purchase on your waist whilst yours find it on his jaw. With closed eyes you brush his lips past your own.

They’re soft, just like you imagined. Deciding that it’s not enough, your hand inches higher to settle in his hair. You sigh as his lips finally slot over your own. The kiss is slow and endearing, almost dream-like. You wouldn’t put it past you, the dream-like feeling that is.

You take note of the soothing circles he plants on your back and his mint breath that mingles with yours. 

Before the kiss can go any further, he’s pulling away. Though he doesn't move that far, his breath still fanning your face.

“For this being your first kiss, you're not bad...” His hands are still on your waist, his eyes digging into your shy ones. You identify the adoring look in them, you're sure that if he looked closed enough he could probably see the same through your gaze.

“Thank you?” 

“You wanna touch lips some more?”

You snicker, his rare humor always shone through at the weirdest times. “Yeah, something like that.”  

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OTHER CHARACTER MASTERLISTS

🤍: SFW //🖤: NSFW

Fics

Ino

Right on Time | Takuma Ino x F!Reader - You get stuck in traffic with your boyfriend, Ino, on the way to his mentor's birthday dinner. It's not the right time or place, but you just can't keep your hands to yourselves. 🖤

Nuestro Planeta | Ino x F!Reader - Ino always offers to help when you're anxious. This time, you decide to take him up on his offer. 🖤

Higuruma

Good Boys Go To Heaven | Hiromi Higuruma x Co-Worker!Reader - After accidentally cumming inside of you, Higuruma tries to make it up to you at home. Unfortunately, he gets a little carried away with his own sudden desire to try anal, begging and pleading with you. 🖤

Sleep Tight | Higuruma x Reader - Higuruma’s job leaves him busy, which means the two of you spend far too long as two passing ships, unable to indulge your urges. He asks for one night to catch up on his sleep, then he’s all yours - but it turns out his body isn’t quite willing to let him make it through that night without being taken care of. 🖤

Nanami

Platform Prince | Nanami x Reader - You take an interest in a handsome stranger that takes the same train as you every morning. 🤍

Headcanons

Nanami

Having a Sweet, Girly, & Childish S/O Headcanons [Nanami & Gojo] 🖤

Nudes/Lewds Headcanons [Gojo, Nanami, Geto, Toji, Choso, Yaga, Ijichi] 🖤

Kento Nanami | NSFW Alphabet [Complete] 🖤

Parenthood HCs 🤍

JJK Men Planning a Perfect Date [Nanami, Ino, & Ijichi] 🤍

Geto

Nudes/Lewds Headcanons [Gojo, Nanami, Geto, Toji, Choso, Yaga, Ijichi] 🖤

MMA Fighter AU Headcanons [Toji, Geto, Gojo, Sukuna] 🤍

Restaurant AU - Dating JJK Co-Workers [Gojo, Geto, Choso, Toji, & Sukuna] 🖤

Suguru Geto | SFW Alphabet [N, R, & Z] 🤍

Suguru Geto | NSFW Alphabet [C, D, E, F, & K] 🖤

Suguru Geto | NSFW Alphabet Pt 2 [I, M, O, U, & X] 🖤

Suguru Geto | NSFW Alphabet Pt 3 [A, P, T, V,W, & Z] 🖤

Choso

Nudes/Lewds Headcanons [Gojo, Nanami, Geto, Toji, Choso, Yaga, Ijichi] 🖤

Restaurant AU - Dating JJK Co-Workers [Gojo, Geto, Choso, Toji, & Sukuna] 🖤

Choso | NSFW Alphabet[Complete] 🖤

JJK Men Finding a Pet with You [Toji, Gojo, & Choso] 🤍

Higuruma

Pining Hiromi Higuruma HCs 🖤

Dating Co-Worker Hiromi Higuruma HCs 🖤

Hiromi Higuruma | SFW & NSFW Alphabet[SFW: A, C, J, & K // NSFW: D, K, M, & O] 🖤

Ino

Takuma Ino NSFW HCs 🖤

Takuma Ino | NSFW Alphabet [Complete] 🖤

Boyfriend!Ino Headcanons 🖤

JJK Men Planning a Perfect Date [Nanami, Ino, & Ijichi] 🤍

Todo

Parenthood HCs 🤍

Naoya

Naoya NSFW Alphabet [A, E, I, K, & M] 🖤

Yaga

Yaga NSFW Alphabet [Complete]

Nudes/Lewds Headcanons [Gojo, Nanami, Geto, Toji, Choso, Yaga, Ijichi] 🖤

Scenarios/Drabbles

Nanami

"Open your mouth for me, baby." | Kento Nanami x Reader [Quote Challenge] 🖤

The Way To A Man's Heart | Nanami x GN!Reader - You have a surprise for Nanami: a specially packed bento. 🤍

Rainy Day in with JJK Men [Geto, Gojo, Nanami, & Choso] 🖤

Choso

Choso x Femdom 🖤

"Does it make you nervous when I stare?" | Choso x Reader [Quote Challenge] 🖤

Holding his dick while he pees 🖤

Reaction to you saying "I love you" during sex 🖤

Rainy Day in with JJK Men [Geto, Gojo, Nanami, & Choso] 🖤

Ino

Car Sex with Ino 🖤

Thigh Kisses From Ino 🖤

Geto

Rainy Day in with JJK Men [Geto, Gojo, Nanami, & Choso] 🖤