#written for suguru.

[tenowls]

teacher getou au...... wauh

[gojosbf]

Start Here, Caitlyn Siehl // The Song of Achilles, Madeline Miller // The Song of Achilles, Madeline Miller // Unknown // The Song of Achilles, Madeline Miller // Passanger, Alexandra Bracken (a.k.a Heartbreaker) // I wrote this for you, Iain Thomas // These Violent Delights, Micah Nemerever // jjk the light novel translation // The Song of Achilles, Madeline Miller // The Song of Achilles, Madeline Miller // Elegy, Chen Chen// the playwrights will write your names in the darkness of the sky

[mitsies]

I know this is like so random but do you have any geto, gojo, nanami, or megumi ao3 recs because the only good fics I’ve read of jjk are ones you’ve written 😭

you have come to the right place :,) i post more recs than fics at this point haha most of these are copy pasted off previous rec lists but have been added onto! the ones with green + marks are NEW RECS

here's a post on how to use ao3 to find fics by yourself for those who dont know <3

gojo + ao3:

+ intrinsic warmth: my favourite fic of all time. like genuinely. insane writing, fucking amazing in every sense of the term. 2nd time recommending this! reader's character is so sick BUT updates real slow (which isnt a bad thing!! good things take time!!) so i wouldn't read if you aren't patient // 122k words, 15 chapters, incomplete

+ ripverse: not really a series, more like a compilation of fics! it's got a lot of angst and the one titled 'interlude' contains smut i think so beware, and it's also a lovetriangle/poly-but-geto-goes-crazy-so-not-poly moment // 55k words, 8 pieces

+ the witches' brew: super cute fluff! reader owns a cafe, gojo is a regular, it's all around adorable // 2 chapters, 11k words, completed

+ all that is solid melts into air: arranged marriage trope! i haven't read but @/aanobrain loves this one // 7k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ cake batter: established relationship w/ dad!gojo & megumi <33 not much to say, just short n sweet, i am such a sucker for dad gojo so its no surprise there's one of these on the list.. // 2k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ best of luck: initial concept is really unique!! confessions, slight angst, takes place at the beginning/middle-ish of s1 i think? so cute loved this &lt;;3 // 5k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ afternoon tea(se): gojo torturing megumi. classic !! so so cute love the banter // 1.7k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ my apologies, gordon ramsay: god i hate this man. jk. reader is a teacher and a functional human being; gojo is not. loved! // 8k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ a name known only to paper: platonic, angst- beautifully written, such a unique idea. reader is gojo's older sibling. // 3k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ heart beats: another collection! i looove gojo in this so so cute i also adore bff nanami in the last one haha // 11k words, 3 pieces

+ exposure therapy: this is 1/2 of a 2 piece collection. when i read this for the first time i was floored- i love the creative take, and the reader's character (it was a 'she's so me' moment). this author writes with such a subtle but unadulterated take on love and i adore it // 5k words

+ how to be a human being: 2/2 of the previous rec and the perfect continuation in every sense of the term. oh my gosh, is this masterful- from the relationships & writing of megumi and tsumiki to gojo (i almost forgot this was a rec for him) it's all around amazing // 20k words

+ the sanctity of a name: SO SENTIMENTAL !! what an adorable work that rly goes into the psychology and significance of his technique + upbringing. so real and raw and very him // 2k words, complete, 1 chapter

+ assumptions: omf jealous gojo...... he's so cute in this!! you guys are married and it's almost his birthday, but while you're planning his surprise party he suspects something else.. // 6k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ even with the lights off: RAHHHH another fic that has me floored and pushing the #saveijichi agenda at the same time // 8k words, 2 chapters, complete

nanami + ao3:

+ math help: dad!nanami w son!yuuji.... yeah that's all i really need to say i think! // 1 chapter, 2k words, complete

+ photo albums: nanami shares abt his childhood! // 1k wc, 1 chapter, complete

+ i don't really read for nanami but i would check out @aanobrain and maybe shoot them an ask bc she's a big fan :)

geto + ao3:

+ lessons in love: DAD!GETO.................. im such a sucker for a good family dynamic in fics and this is adorable !! no curse au if i remember right! // 4k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ forever is in your eyes: angsty but ends in fluff :,) touches on his mental state, riko's death, all that! so sweet, i adore how this author writes him <;3 // 2k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ ripverse: not really a series, more like a compilation of fics! it's got a lot of angst and the one titled 'interlude' contains smut i think so beware, and it's also a lovetriangle/poly w gojo-but-geto-goes-crazy-so-not-poly moment // 55k words, 8 pieces

+ dog days are over: a series!! by the same author who wrote ripverse which is how you know it's going to be brilliant !! marriage, parenthood, some nsfw moments // 30k words, 5 chapters, incomplete

+ curious cat: cat gojo and neighbor geto.. i love this one! it's so so cute and sweet, if you're looking for some light fluff this is definetely for you // 8k words, 5 chapters, complete

megumi + ao3:

+ complicit: college!au !! i remember reading this and loving it omg, the unique concept kept me hooked and interested, especially paired w the lovely writing! one of my fav series ive read. be warned, last chapter is nsfw // 18k words, 5 chapters, complete

+ a very special december 22nd: cute bday fic :,) forgive me for reccing all this author's megumi fics... theyre just too good !! i love the dynamics, all of it! // 5k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ kisses and cough syrup: THE BANTER!! THE FLUFF!!!!! i love this fic sm, so cute! // 1k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ nocturnal: establishING relationship fics are one of my fav genres and this hits the nail on the head.. he's so stupid silly in this and i know you'll love it like i do // 2k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ lover boy: 2nd year reader, annoying meddling gojo, placed at the beginning-ish where megumi gets beat tf up- what more could you ask for! // 2k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ difficult to not overthink: todo strikes again! you ponder megumi's type // 1k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ ten confessions: megumi: ten dif confessions in dif tropes each time, so they can all be read as stand-alone pieces! so so cute and beautifully written.. we all know i love a good confession // 19k words, 7 chapters, incomplete

+ therefore, i am: reader gets mixed up in the world of sorcery.. megumi's there, too! // 3k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ takes one to know one: flowershop au..... convulsing on the ground. my fav trope, ever, and so so cute oh my GOSH // 2k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ i really (x6) like you: fluff!! this is the one i linked in my og ask but it deserves a place here too &lt;3 // 4k words, 1 chapter, complete

[ryukatters]

9:18 PM — s. geto ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊

content: fluff, friends to lovers, sort of self-ship coded, reader dates (shitty) men

pairing: suguru geto x gn! reader

a/n: got suguru on da brain rn. my first work for him! hello geto nation how we doin?? also i had to fight my autocorrect bc it kept changing geto to ghetto 😔

“Surely, you must lack respect for yourself.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me," your best friend scoffs. 

It's not uncommon for you to end up at Suguru's doorstep, teary-eyed and sputtering after another failed attempt at romance. But he's hardly ever this mean. 

"What's so great about these guys? Tell me."

"They're...nice."

He sighs out your name in exasperation. He never uses that tone on you, ever. "You're literally miles out of their league. And they can't even afford to pay for both of your meals. How many times have you had to pick up the check for you and your date?”

You open your mouth to retort but wisely keep it shut. Suguru merely raises an eyebrow. 

"Exactly. How can someone be ugly and broke? Then still have the audacity to reject you? Pick a struggle."

"Well excuse me, mister 'I don't need dating apps because everyone just comes to me.' Not everyone is as fortunate as you are when it comes to romantic prospects." 

You're starting to question why you even came here in the first place. Indignation fills you as you slump down on Geto's couch, utterly defeated. 

He sits down next to you, placing a gentle hand on your knee with an even gentler look in his eyes. Your best friend's always been so kind, so thoughtful. That, paired with the fact that he's pretty easy on the eyes makes it easy to understand why he has suitors flocking from left and right. 

"Hey," he calls out, giving your knee a light squeeze. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."

"'s fine."

"No, it's not. It was insensitive of me.”

You know what else isn't fine? Geto wants to ask. The fact that you don't know what kind of guy you deserve. He wills himself to keep quiet, for both of your sakes. 

"Maybe the universe is trying to tell you something. That you have some karmic lessons you need to learn and all that. You say that all the time."

"I don't know. Maybe...maybe love just isn't in the cards for me, Suguru. I mean, what else could all of this mean?" 

You sniffle, and Suguru can feel his heart break into a million little pieces. He wants nothing more than to scoop up the shards and present them to you, in hopes that you can somehow press them back together to make it whole again. The same way you always come running back to him, the same way you trust him to mend your own heart time after time with gentle praise and reassurance. 

"Maybe every heartbreak is just bringing you closer to 'the one,’" he offers, the hand that was previously on your knee now rubbing comforting circles on your back.

"Do you honestly believe in that shit, Suguru?" He doesn't blame you for being so cynical. He would be too, he thinks. 

"I do," he professes without missing a single beat. 

"How?" Not why, but how? How could he possibly understand? How would he know if fate's thrown his so-called one and only his way?

"Because I've felt it," he hums. 

“You… have?” You’re not sure why you feel so disappointed all of a sudden. Why should you care if your best friend’s in love with someone?

“Why do you feel the need to look so far for love?” He counters.

“I…”

“Why don’t you try looking at what’s right in front of you for a change?”

That’s about as far as Suguru’s willing to lay it out for you— he hopes you can read in between the lines. Call it insurance— a way for him to spare his own feelings in case you decide he’s unworthy of your affection and toss him to the side of the road.

“Suguru, I’m not sure I understand what you’re trying to say…”

Yes, you do. Suguru wants to say. Just think a little harder. 

There’s a pregnant pause.

When he realizes that you’re unwilling to take another step forward, he figures he needs to just take the leap. Fuck the insurance. He needs to do as he says and prove to you that the trail of heartbreak behind you is all going to be worth it. Because you have him. Suguru can only hope that his love will be more than enough to heal you from a lifetime's worth of pain. 

“Give me a chance,” he whispers, his hands enveloping yours as he brings them up to his lips, pressing a sweet kiss to your knuckles. “Please. I’ll show you how you deserve to be treated, how you deserve to be loved.”

You gasp, unsure how to receive such a confession— especially one from Suguru, nonetheless. The two of you stay frozen for what seems like an eternity. You— afraid, inexperienced with being on the receiving end of anything remotely romantic. Suguru— tense, confession lying heavy in the room. It weighs down his soul with each passing moment he’s not yours. 

“Please,” he pleads, feeling the way your hands tremble in his. Or was it the other way around?

Fear begins to gnaw at Suguru’s insides, thoughts of losing you plaguing his mind as he wills himself to stay calm. He wants nothing more than to shrink into himself— until he hears you speak, tone light and teasing.

“Promise you won’t make me pay for our dinner on our first date?”

Suguru allows himself to let out a genuine chuckle, leaning forward to kiss your forehead.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

[beneathstarryskies]

Coming home to find you sleeping (feat. Nanami, Gojo, Geto)

Warnings: fem!reader, smut, slight somnophilia, toxic/yandere themes, fingering

Nanami is never one to work longer than he absolutely has to. Although, sometimes overtime simply can’t be avoided. 

He will always text you to let you know when he’s gonna be coming in late, and to his delight, you usually always motivate him to finish up quickly with a sexy picture or a flirtatious text. 

Sometimes, though, he runs just a little too late. When he comes in the door, the apartment is dark. He’s greeted in the bedroom by your sleeping form, but how is he going to get a good night’s sleep when he still has that adrenaline pumping in his veins? 

Nanami tried to ease his racing thoughts and trembling hands by taking a long, hot shower. He’s not usually one to jerk off, but he even rubbed one out just to see if he’d relax a little bit. However, as he steps out of the shower he’s still wide awake. The dark circles under his eyes would tell a different story, but that’s the effect of the adrenaline still running through him from battling a curse. He dries off before wrapping the towel around his waist and padding into the bedroom. 

The sound of the shower running had woken you up. You were trying to stay awake to greet him, but you’d fallen into a light sleep. When Nanami walks into the bedroom, he’s surprised to see you sitting up in the bed. You’re rubbing your sleepy eyes, but a sweet smile stretches over your mouth when you see him. 

“Nanami,” you coo softly. “I missed you.” 

“Hm, you saw me this morning, darling,” he teases softly before sitting on the edge of the bed. 

“Still missed you,” you whisper as you lean against him. Your arms wrap around his slim waist. It takes no time for goosebumps to rise on his skin when you start pressing soft kisses on his shoulder, moving in slowly for his neck. Your hand slowly moves along his abdomen. Then, your teeth scrape against that sensitive spot on his neck you know drives him fucking crazy. He shudders with delight and tightens his grip on you.

“Be careful, darling. You might not be able to handle this in your sleepy state,” there it is again, that soft teasing that’s only vaguely covering his guilt at waking you. 

“What? You mean this?” you punctate the question by cupping his cock through the towel, giving the shaft a gentle squeeze. He’s already half hard just from your affection, and he grunts as you keep teasing him through the towel. 

“Yes,” a pleasured sigh falls from his lips. “That’s exactly what I meant.” 

You pull the towel loose from around his waist so you can wrap your hand around his cock, relishing in the moan that falls from his lips when you start stroking him. His head rests on top of yours and his eyes flutter closed as he enjoys the sensation of your soft hand jerking him off. His breaths become heavy, ragged pants. 

“I waited for you all night, baby,” you whisper softly. 

He begins to remind you he hadn’t asked you to do that, but he doesn’t want to soil your sweet gesture. He wishes he’d made it home earlier. By now he’d have you fucked into a peaceful sleep instead of just getting started if he’d been home at his usual time. 

“Such a needy little thing,” he chuckles before pushing your hand away from his cock. You’re about to protest when he pushes you onto your back. His big hands drag against your thighs before spreading them to tease you through your panties. “I suppose we’ll have to make up for lost time, hm?”

Gojo comes and goes at all hours due to his status of being the strongest. Sometimes he even has to leave the country suddenly, and you’ll only find out through a hastily sent text. 

Despite this, his favorite part of the day is coming home to you. Even if you’re asleep by the time he comes home. 

Gojo does not make quiet entrances. It doesn’t matter how early in the morning or late at night it is by the time he gets home. He tends to run on very little sleep, and it doesn’t occur to him that you don’t function that way. 

“Honey, I’m home!” Gojo’s voice echoes through the apartment. Even though the sun is starting to rise and he’s just now walked through the door, there’s still a pang of disappointment when he gets nothing in response. He pouts to himself before walking to the bedroom. There you are, sleeping so peacefully. Only turning over when the morning sun peaks through the blinds into your eyes. He watches as you fall back to sleep so easily. 

“Lemme try again,” he says to himself. “HONEY! I AM HOME!” 

“Sleeping,” you answer with ample annoyance dripping out of that one word. 

“Oh? Are you?” he feigns innocence. 

You try to ignore the sound of him kicking off his shoes and hastily tugging his clothes off. You pull the covers over your head, willing yourself to fall back to sleep. You’ll make it up to him when you wake up later, you tell yourself. Then, you feel his weight shift the mattress as he knees settle on either side of your legs. A pitiful whine leaves your lips when he pries the blanket away from your head, then past your shoulders. You try to fight it, but he easily pulls them from your grasp. 

“Just a little long, ‘toru,” you plead. 

“No,” he says as he leans over you to kiss your shoulder. “Need you now.” 

His voice is suddenly deeper and raspier. You know that voice. He’s dead set on getting his way now. He gently rolls you onto your back, amused by the sleepiness of your eyes staring up at him and that cute little frown on your lips. He adores you more than he thought he’d ever adore anyone. Even in moments like this when you’re being a sleepy little brat, he can’t get enough. 

“Come on, baby. I missed you,” his fingers trail down from your chin to your chest. He teases your nipples through your shirt. “Didn’t you miss me?” 

“Of course I did, baby,” you whine. “I’m just so sleepy.” 

“Just relax,” he kisses you passionately before kissing down your neck. His hands cup your tits and he starts kneading them gently. “I’ll take care of everything.” 

You hum softly, growing weaker to his touch now. He caresses your sides then pushes your pajama shorts down. He has to adjust his position so he can spread your thighs. He’s amused to find your little panties damp despite your little protests. 

Geto had been very open with you about his hectic schedule. Often he’d have no idea when he’d be able to make it home. 

Once you moved in with him, he’d set a rule not to ever go to bed without him. It was a silly rule, in your mind. After all, you have to sleep sometime. 

You tried to abide by this rule though, and it wasn’t really difficult. Most times you couldn’t even fall asleep without him there with you. Despite his hectic life, he did try to maintain coming home around the same time anyway. However, sometimes you struggled to wait up for him. 

Geto opens the door to the apartment. Right away the silence strikes him. Usually, you’re always greeting him so sweetly as soon as he walks through the door. More often than not, you’d be throwing yourself in his arms and kissing him so sweetly. He decides perhaps you’ve not heard him, or maybe you’re waiting for him in the bedroom with a little surprise. His cock twitches just with the thought of that. However, there are no clues to such a fantasy as he moves through the apartment. 

“Sweetheart?” he calls out to no response. 

Finally, he pushes the bedroom door open. You’ve curled up on top of the covers, and you’re sleeping deeply. You’re illuminated by the light of the television, now with a prompt asking if you’re still watching that he can only guess has been pulled up for hours. The remote to the television has slipped out of your hand onto the mattress, but your fingers are still curled. 

“Sleeping, are we?” he mutters to himself. It wasn’t even very late, and that’s what makes him the most frustrated. He’d made it a point to be home early to spend time with you. 

You were wearing one of his black shirts, and as he sits on the bed beside you he pushes it up. He’s delighted to find you’re not wearing anything else. His hand soothes over your ass before going between your thighs. You stir softly as he rubs your folds. A sleepy moan falls from you when he teases your clit. He pulls his hand away to lick his fingers, and he uses the wetness to push one finger into your little hole. Your walls clench around the digit, but you still only stir a bit. He starts thrusting it in and out slowly, feeling you grow wet from the stimulation. 

“Naughty girl,” he growls. Then, he adds a second finger. 

“Suguru,” you whine in your sleep and wiggle your hips closer to the source of that sweet sensation filling your core. With his free hand, he pushes the shirt you’re wearing up even more to reveal your tits. He starts tugging on one of your nipples while he’s still fingering your pussy. You whine his name again, and finally he sees your eyes open. You try to move, but he’s quickly pinning you down. 

“Suguru! You’re home,” you squeal happily, but then you see the sternness in his eyes. 

“I certainly am,” he says. “And what were you doing, sweetheart?” 

Your eyes widen, and as soon as you open your mouth to answer he curls his fingers against your sweet spot. Your words fall out in a desperate whine. Your hips buck against his hand. 

“I was just-” 

“Sleeping, without me,” he answers for you. “Now, I think I’ll have to keep you up all night.”  

[prncessjaeger]

why it’s (not) okay to cheat on your boyfriend 🎀

prncessnote: another tiktok trend cause it’s all i can write for rn✊🏾

“hey guys, so today i’m gonna show you a cute makeup and hair idea while telling you reasons why it’s okay to cheat on your boyfriend.” you smiled at the camera, beginning your routine yet not saying anything but, your boyfriend, side eyed you real hard, “what?”

“hm?” you turned towards him, raising your brow in a “something wrong?” gesture, “what you say?”. instead of answering him, you shrugged your shoulders and looked back at your camera, continuing your makeup without a word, “so you’re just not gonna answer me?” 

you began to apply your lip liner, not paying him any attention which always irritated him, but for the sake the video (and you finding it funny), you continued to ignore him, “so-so you wanna cheat on me? and then go give out ideas and shit?” you grabbed your comb and began sectioning your hair, “hello??,” he waved his hand in your face, “i’m waiting?”

“for?” he rolled his eyes, “you been saying, “it’s okay to cheat on your boyfriend,” and i wanna know why?” he mocked your voice yet it was much whinier, “but i didn’t say anything…?” “bruh you just said it, i’m not stupid and you were giving out reasons,” he swore, walking closer to your small vanity set up, “and i didn’t do all that?” “you were practically giving out reasons-” “i didn’t!! i said “imma tell you reasons why it’s okay to cheat on your boyfriend-”

“exactly-” “but i didn’t say anything after that?!” your boyfriend opened his mouth, only to shut it back knowing you were right, “mhm now look at you, looking dumb-OUCH!” you were cut off by your big stuffed pink squishmallow aimed directly at your head, “mhm, bet you won’t try and cheat on me now, huh?” “boy oh boy, oh boy…”

[inmaki]

gojo fic dropping jan 3 (POSTED!) here is a sneak peek of whats to cum, if u wanna be tagged comment or send me an ask!!!!

back when satoru and you were just friends, he liked to make it very clear to your circle of peers that he wasn't just good at sex.

no — according to himself, he was some kind of sex god, to match his power level in sorcery, of course.

and obviously, who was anyone to think otherwise? the great gojo satoru; such a cocky and confident demeanour paired with luscious white hair, piercing blue eyes, and a tall sculpted body that other guys at the gym double-take at. him..? a virgin? hah! good one.

satoru believes that he's done a rather spectacular job at keeping his reputation sky-high.

the only problem was.. now he had a girlfriend with high expectations to please.

since the day you'd gotten together - going multiple months strong — satoru was starting to sweat more and more knowing that his rather crucial fabrication was bound to be brought up sooner or later. you had your needs just like him, and satoru wouldn't blame you if you were a bit worried about why he hasn't initiated anything; y'know, since he was supposedly eros in human form and all that.

little did you know, your boyfriend felt equally frustrated. for slightly different reasons.

"bro, it'd be hot if she was a virgin, but me?!" flopping back against the armrest, gojo lets out a theatrical groan while his best friend — the only other person to know of his dark secret — snickers against the cushions nearby.

"everything'd be fine if you didn't pretend to be some incubus that gets girls to cum with a snap of his finger," geto quips unhelpfully.

satoru lifts his head, sneering when he realizes that the raven-haired man was much too busy scrolling on his phone to notice how he's resting a pair of dirty shoes on his white couch. "that would be pretty cool..” when he only receives a disgusted glance, he huffs, suddenly feeling a bit vulnerable as his thoughts wander further. "how'm i even gonna tell her? what if she doesn't trust me anymore?"

at last, suguru looks up with a hint of sympathy in his eyes. "you know y/n isn't like that. just.. wait for her to initiate something and go with the flow," he advises, lips curling into a knowing smirk.

"you find a way to be good at everything, anyway, toru. she'll be begging for you in no time."

as usual, geto knows him too well judging by the way his last few words have gojo shooting up from the sofa with a grin. "ya think so?"

"hell yeah, man." the two idiots end the discussion by dapping each other up, a determined gleam in both of their eyes.

sorry this is short but i gotta leave the good stuff a surprise <\3 finally my kpop smut blog skills r coming in handy.. i may be rusty tho i apologize

[juthemagicalclown]

it's the fact that suguru was good, kind, empathetic, sensitive; to the point that witnessing riko's unnecessary murder, haibara's death, nanako and mimiko's torture became unbearable. it's the fact that he was right in rejecting the current system, because what's the point in saving some lives at the cost of others? it's the fact that he was the one originally thinking that in a just society the strong should protect the weak, only to later realise that such a society still wasn't just. it's the fact that he did it for the people he loved.

[archieimagines]

Imagine finding Niragi after the Beach.

first time writing aib! i haven't written in a while so i was definitely a little rusty, but i'll have more free time from now on so ideally the next ones will be better! warnings: niragi. a drastically unhealthy relationship (of course), niragi slander, burn injuries and gore, guns, problematic grief, mentions of massacre. if you have any triggers i doubt you'd want to even look at this man, apologies. requested by: @nonsocosamett3r3. can't tag, but i hope you see this! for now, aib requests are open! written by: archie support me on ko-fi!

The store was quiet, only tainted by the sound of lit gas heating your ramen and the quiet bubbling of the soup.

Your eyes fixed on the flame like it was magnetic. After the horrors of the Beach, something just drew you to it. That little flame…

Amazing.

Amazing how something so small could grow so big that it would engulf the whole resort. The whole community. Your whole future, and who you'd planned to spend it with.

You’d loved Suguru for so long, even before you’d arrived in this world. You’d vowed to love him as long as you were alive, but that was before he’d given into his brewing internal sickness.

It hurt too hard to think it. It utterly carved your heart to think that his only relief from himself might take fire and flames. The only way to be kind to him would be to let him die, and finally, it came. He was better off dead, and yet... you couldn’t help aching for him.

He was the one person you’d come into this with. The one person you knew you could trust. Even when he was at his worst. 

You shook your head. It wouldn’t do to dwell on how he’d protected you from the witch trial. How he’d given you a pistol and told you to hide on the roof. “Wait for me up there,” he’d said, a firm hand on your back to nudge you towards the stairs, his spare pistol pressed into your palms. “Anyone aims at you and they’re dead.”

Even at his worst, his most unhinged, he still took care of you. He was never all ba-

No. Thinking like this would only make it harder. You needed to focus on how he was a murderer, how he was manic, how he embodied all of humanity’s darkest traits. Perhaps then, you could function in this world without him.

A sigh. The cooker’s flame danced before you, and all you could see in your mind was Niragi. How the fire clung to him. How he screamed and thrashed—

You shut the gas off.

No, you couldn’t look at it. The flame.

The spices in the ramen no longer smelled good; they churned your stomach and the burn of suppressed tears sat in your sinuses. Your head dropped into your hands, the heels of your palms pressed to your eyes. You wouldn’t cry over him. He was a murderer. A sadistic, psychopathic, narcissistic—

A clatter behind you.

“Auh, phuck.”

Panic pushed you to your feet, your breath hitched. You’d perched in the homewares aisle with your campfire cooker, and wherever that distorted voice came from was barely two aisles back.

It was so dark, you were so tired, and so many people hated you. Not even through any fault of your own. You didn’t choose to love the most hated man at the Beach. You were an easy target and anyone who recognised you surely wouldn’t hesitate, so you grabbed for the pistol from your belt and readied yourself for an assault. You’d not die at the hands of an angry Beach resident tonight.

Slow footsteps took you through the store, startled every time you heard a grunt or a clash. Someone was rummaging through the shelves and audibly struggling.

The smash of a glass bottle on the floor, then a strained voice. “Phuckin ‘ell.”

You neared the corner of the aisle and peered around, pistol held out before you. You only hoped they couldn’t hear the trembling rattle of your hold on it.

What you saw was inconclusive. Someone with a flashlight held in their mouth, pointed at shelves full of medical wares. They struggled with gathering supplies, knocking them over instead and hissing in pain, but you couldn’t gather a single feature.

This was your chance to strike a new alliance. They were clearly wounded and in no fighting condition, so you could easily best them if you needed to, but… Would it really be worth it to make a connection with someone that may surely hold back your chances in a game?

You had half a mind to turn away, leave them to their own struggling devices-

But the choice was taken. A loud groan and the flashlight dropped from the person’s mouth, clattered to the floor, and rolled a few inches.

The stream of light pointed directly to your shoe and lit up the tip of your weapon.

You might’ve expected the person to be startled with the realisation that they weren’t alone, to stumble back or at least gasp. But instead, you were met with an audible sneer.

“Ah. Gonna kill me?”

The end of your pistol still pointed into the darkness, though you could just barely see the silhouette of your target. And oh, you quivered. Your aim was as fractured as your heart, and you’d never held anyone in place with your aim before. It was clear to see.

A familiar snort. “You couldn’t hit me if you tried.”

Your brows tugged together. Your voice had left you entirely, chest heaving with the growing panic at how this tall figure found no sense of danger in you. And yet, that voice was so…

“S-Suguru?”

“Oh?” A beat of silence, and then a soft, sore laugh. “I taught you better than to tremble, baby.”

You almost dropped the pistol. It couldn’t be. You’d seen him fall off the roof shrouded in flame, and it’d been long days. Death was the only escape for him, and he needed it. But here he was, and you couldn’t help but hope it was true.

You dove for that flashlight to check that your wants hadn’t deceived you and scooped it up to point directly at Niragi to take him in in all his… misery.

Your heart broke. The sound of it was a distraught gasp, instant tears pricking the corners of your eyes. “Suguru…”

His gorgeous skin was rippled with the fusion of the fire. His hair ragged and burnt, chest and arms crimson, raw and leaking with infectious fluids.

His face scrunched with immediate hatred, his voice a pained hiss as he turned away. “Don’t. Don’t you fucking pity me.”

“I’m not-“

“Don’t.”

Ah, this was your Suguru. Blunt and dismissive, hostile even to you, but you knew how to handle him. You didn’t let him see dizzying wave of relief that drowned you, you held back those tears. Even if he was the most hated man in this realm, he was yours. You weren’t alone in this world anymore.

You took a brief moment to breathe and let your head calm before stepping in close, light shining on his arms. The skin had melted, black patches of fabric stuck into his skin, all the way up to his bare torso. But he didn’t like you looking.

He snatched away the light and the next thing you knew, you were blinded. Your eyes squinted against it, blinking, brows tugged together as you tried to seek out his face once more against the light.

A delicate hand to your cheek, a soft sigh. That was the sound of lazy Sunday mornings with him, the sound he’d always made with his nose buried into your hair.

You let your eyes close, transporting back to simpler times with his touch. His thumb ran so gently across your cheekbone and for the briefest moment you could pretend things were normal, that he was just your boyfriend back in Tokyo. Your beautiful, troubled, bespectacled boyfriend.

If only he didn’t smell of ash and molten flesh, you could have convinced yourself that nothing had changed.

His touch dropped away, the light directed away and your eyelids fluttered open once more. His gaze was so soft on yours. How could this boy with beautiful doe eyes ever hurt another? Perhaps… Just perhaps, he’d learned his lesson. He didn’t deserve this life.

“Let me see,” you murmured, carefully taking the flashlight from his hold. He was like a lost child as he watched you inspect his chest, so gentle as you opened his shirt to see the scarring. You couldn’t help the grimace as you peeled some of the sticky fabric from yellowed, skinless flesh, but he didn’t even wince. He just watched you quietly, intimately.

You met that gaze, and the butterflies in your chest were dizzying. “I’ll dress it for you. Okay?”

A grunt of agreement.

[lunaslovelyrambles]

— • — • —

-> smitten!geto who doesn’t often talk about you, but man, once he starts going he can’t stop. there’s so many things he loves about you. gojo’s started calling him lovesick.

-> smitten!geto whose eyes light up when you enter the room. his gaze is fixated on you, the way you carry yourself, the way you smile. he can’t help but watch.

-> smitten!geto who wears your hair tie around his wrist. or, if his hair’s up, he’ll wear it in his hair. it’s a constant reminder of you.

-> smitten!geto who always holds your hand. always. his fingers interlace with yours perfectly, like they were made to be together. his thumb gently rubs your knuckles as he squeezes your hand ever so slightly.

-> smitten!geto who buys two of whatever he’s getting: one for him, one for you. sometimes he does it without thinking. sometimes he does it just to surprise you and see that wonderful smile of yours.

-> smitten!geto who protects you first. no matter what.

— • — • —

-> masterlist

[jtkys]

If gojo is canonically good at pretty much anything he tries do you guys think that means he writes fanfics about himself for shits n giggles

[posletsvet]

Was anyone going to point out to me that the reason why curses were swarming the streets and filling every empty nook and cranny in the summer of Geto's spiral was actually Gojo Satoru?

The narrative already bears witness to how Satoru's mere birth tips the balance of the world. As the first Gojo to be born with both the Limitless and the Six Eyes in what is almost a half-millenium, he holds unparalled power. Him simply existing is enough for curses to spring into action and start growing in strength as well.

When he suffers a crushing defeat by the hands of Toji and subsequently thrusts himself vigorously into perfecting his technique, this rapid increase in his strength puts into motion a similar process. He becomes stronger, and so cursed spirits follow suit. He breaks the fragile equilibrium, and cursed energy seeks means to restore it.

First time Satoru Gojo changes the world, he is named the strongest. Second time Satoru Gojo changes the world, he becomes the strongest.

Now, this might be a bit of a stretch on my part, but what if Geto's defection and everything in its aftermath is how the world responds to Gojo being the strongest? After all, you cannot balance the scales by putting too much weight on just one side.

Suguru's abilities as a sorcerer are inherently deeply tied to Satoru's, and intentionally so. The stronger he is, the more potent the curses are -- and therefore the more potential there is for Geto's technique. I have said it before and I'll say it again: they are a perfect counterbalance to each other. The equilibrium is broken by Gojo twice. Each time, Geto is there to restore it: first by being born with the ability to manipulate curses, then by creating the opposition to jujutsu society, which Gojo has become the centrepiece of.

Ever since Suguru Geto entered the narrative, he has been the one to keep Gojo's powers in check -- hence preserving the balance. That's why the narrative brings him back: in order to be well-balanced, it needs both of them to be present.

[multixsposts]

Roommates.

Context-> This is about roommate Gojo Satoru being a pervert! he’s overly obsessed with the reader, he invades the reader’s privacy and steals the readers clothing.

kinks mentioned-> bondage, over stimulation.

Fandom-> Jujutsu Kaisen.

Ship-> GojoSatoruxReader!

->please keep in mind that the readers gender is not specified through this short story.

a/n-> this is my first time ever writing something like this, go easy on me! 🤠

this story is for 18+ minors DNI

You were off running your usual errands of the day, getting hygiene products, groceries, Necessities that you need for the house and so on, but during this time while you were out in your own little world. You had no clue that your roommate, Satoru Gojo, was snooping through your room.

Invading your privacy.

Going through your drawers specifically the night stand next to your bed. His eyes widening as the shock never fails to leave him every time he opens this drawer his mind wondering off to what you do with all of this toys you have hidden away.

hidden from him.

yeah he knows his obsession with you is completely one sided, but who is to say he can’t enjoy himself when you go out?. He needs this time. He has to have it.

But lately his mind has been screaming at him to search through your laptop. He’s never gone that far before, never even dared to look through it.

He checked his phone just to see how much time he had left.

You’ve only been gone for about 25 minutes. 10 of it was him waiting in his own room just in case you came back because you left something and or wanted to double check that he didn’t want to come along with you, which happened a lot. and it made his heart swell with more love for you.

But to you?. You were just being friendly. You didn’t think anything of it. never have.

The other 15 minutes?. He’s been enjoying your room.

He walks over to your desk and takes a seat in your chair.

Carefully and slowly opening up your laptop, The excitement he was feeling diles down some when he gets hit in the face with a login credential.

Of fucking course you would have a passcode on this thing. Why didn’t he think of that?.

He huffs out a sigh as he carefully but quickly looks around and in the drawers of your desk just to see if you so happen to write it down anywhere and be so careless to leave out for him- anyone- to find.

He searches for a good 5 minutes finally finding a small piece of paper taped to the underside of your desk drawer. He smirks to himself.

You’re sneaky.

The thought alone made himself twitch in his pants, But he ignores it for now and eagerly types the password in a smile dancing its way onto his lips as it lets him in.

He moves the cursor towards your photo app almost instantly.

He freezes, his dick hardening underneath his sweats as he stares at the nude picture you took just a couple of days ago.

“fuck..” he says a small whine following after his vulgar words.

His hand reaches for his phone as he snaps a picture of it to keep for later while he cums into a pair of your underwear that he keeps underneath his pillow.

He continues to lurk through your photos, pictures of you and your friends, candid photos they took of you. Snapping quick pics of the ones he favored the most.

Something came to his mind.

What kind of porn do you watch?. Vanilla?. No..he believes you’re an absolute slut in bed. You just hide it underneath that do-gooder, personality you have making everyone think you’re as innocent as you look, but he knows you’re not and he’s about to prove his point.

He makes his way to your browser history heat rising to his cheeks when he didn’t even have to scroll down that far.

Holy shit..he looks over to your bed and then back at the laptop. You…couldn’t have done anything before you left right?. He would have heard you.

Like he’s done before. Listening through the other side of your door quietly as you come undone, the soft mewls and whines that leave your lips have him bust in his boxers without him even touching himself.

He groans loudly as he quickly remembers that he took a shower before you left, how could he miss something so important?!.

He curses himself as he clinks on one of the links and he smirks. This is the type of porn you watch?..

Bondage?. You like watching people being tied up?.. as he continues to watch the video his smirk grows even wider.

Over stimulation.

Satoru is 100% sure there’s a lot more than just this video, but just from watching this one ? he could tell right away that he was right. When has he ever been wrong?.

You were an absolute fucking slut in the bed. If only he could experience it in person, He wonders if you’ve actually tried doing this with someone before? He closes his eyes, imagining how you would look tied up to the bed a blindfold over your pretty eyes and his cum all over your-

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” You had come home to find satoru in your room, your private space. Your face was beat red with embarrassment and anger.

His eyes snap open and he stares at you, eyes wide, hands shaking, heart racing at the fact that he got caught. After all this time of sneaking around he finally got caught.

“y-y/n” he stammers out as he stands up from your chair and looks at you with apologetic eyes.

“it’s n-not what it looks like”

“really?! because it looks like you’re going through my laptop watching my…p-porn!” Fuck, the word porn leaving your mouth just made you want to die even more. This was something you kept private from everyone. and he invaded something so personal, you feel disgusted knowing that someone now knows of your guilty pleasures. That someone being your roommate that just so happens to be a really good looking guy, but that doesn’t matter right now! you are furious! and little hurt at the fact that he would do this to you.

“shit- y/n i’m sorry! i really am.” he defends himself and you scoff. Your eyes glancing down at the very obvious bulge in his pants, the shiver that went down your spine went ignored as you glare at him.

“out.” you tell him sharply.

“y/n-” he pleaded

“OUT” Your voice bounces off the walls as he quickly makes his way out of your room and into his locking the door behind him in the process.

He couldn’t lie though..the fact that he got caught by you made him so hard it hurt.

He knew he hurt you, embarrassed you. He hated being this way, a pervert, but he couldn’t help it. He knew it was wrong but if you’d just let him fuck you like he’s dreamed about every night he wouldn’t be this way.

His dick is pulsating at this point. Though he does something that he’s never done when it came to you. He decided to take a cold shower.

He didn’t deserve to cum to that picture of you, especially in your underwear.

Even though that was thing he wanted to do the most.

[beneathstarryskies]

Hi hi hiii you're the absolute best

Can I please request a smutty fic about Suguru feeling insecure and he needs reader to comfort him? Maybe slow sensual sex, lots of tongue kissing and playing with his hair 🫣🫣🫣

Word Count: 1,351

warnings: angst, smut, depression, creampies, oral {fem receiving}, fem!reader, sweet Suguru

He was doing it again. As soon as he’d gotten home from the mission, he had locked himself in the bathroom. You had heard him in there brushing his teeth and gargling mouthwash for what seemed like a borderline hazardous amount of time. Then, you heard the show turn on. It hadn’t turned off for at least an hour, and you know all too well the state he’ll be in when he finally comes out. Suguru’s skin will be all red and irritated from the scrubbing. He’ll have doused himself in so much cologne you’ll be able to smell him before he enters the room. When you get too close, he’ll flinch and carefully watch your face for signs of disgust. 

Anyone else might think he’s hiding some illicit affair, but you know better.

You know how much he fears smelling like curses. Even worse are the times when he hesitates to kiss you because he’s worried you’ll be able to taste the sulfuric rot of the disgusting creatures on his lips and tongue. He worries and worries because he can taste it. At some point he’s lost track of if the taste is real or if he’s subjected himself to consumption so many times the taste is interwoven into the fabric of his essence. The only time he doesn’t taste it is when he instead tastes you. 

You whose lips taste like strawberries and whose body tastes like the most decadent of desserts. The arousing nectar that flows from your hole is like honey crafted from the hands of the gods themselves. You were his delicacy…His salvation. 

He finally emerges from the bathroom. His gray sweatpants hang dangerously low on his hips as he dries his hair with the towel slung around his broad shoulders. You smile at him, whole-heartedly, yet you recieve a weak smile in response. 

“Hi baby,” you greet him as you crawl off the couch and skip over to him. 

“Hey, honey,” he whispers. You stand on your tippy toes to kiss him and he hesitates to bridge the gap. You pout at the rejection.

“Kiss me,” you whine and wrap your arms around his shoulders. 

“Not tonight,” he says quietly and shudders as he remembers the rotten milk taste of the curse he’d devoured before. 

“Babe,” you whine. “I missed you so bad. Please…” 

He gives in when you bounce like a spoiled kid on your tiptoes. He leans down to kiss you softly, and can’t help moaning when you push your tongue against his lips. As he lets your tongue rub against his, he braces for the rejection. His body even tenses in anticipation for the moment when you pull away while trying to mask a look of disgust. 

Instead you lean in closer, the soft swell of your breasts pushing against his chest. He grabs your hips and squeezes gently before pushing them down to your ass. Your tongues rub together in a sensual dance until you have to pull apart to breathe. 

Geto’s heart races when he looks down at your flushed cheeks, and your eyes have that glazed-over look. He smiles before kissing your forehead and rubbing your butt. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers. “Why…Me?” 

“First of all, have you seen yourself?” you giggle. 

He smiles softly, feeling a little shy at the insinuation of him being beautiful. Yet he can’t help wanting to hear more of your praise. He’s too shy to ask, so he just leans in for another kiss. This time he’s the one to nudge his tongue against yours; coaxing you into a steamy, open-mouthed kiss. Your hands tangle in his hair and you let out the most delicious little moan for him. He swallows it up with an innate eagerness. 

“Suguru, you’re so…Beautiful. I can’t even put it into words.” 

He whines, a low deep noise in the back of his throat. His grip on you tightens as he nuzzles his face against the curve of your neck. He holds you against his body as he presses kisses on your skin. You drag your hands down his chest slowly and then grab his hips. 

He hoists you into his arms and carries you into the bedroom. You giggle as he lays you down on the bed, and he tosses his towel off to the side. You watch his large, muscular form crawl over you. His eyes are heavy with lust. Geto wants to lose himself in you for a while, to take everything you can give him. He slips your clothes off with ease, and you can see the bulge of his erection pressing against the soft fabric of his sweatpants. 

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he kisses along your thighs and lowers his head to lick a stripe up your slit. 

“Mm, Suguru,” you moan. 

He groans as he lowers himself fully onto the mattress and spreads you legs even wider. Your hands tangle in his hair as he swirls his tongue over your clit slowly. He moans as the taste of your honey-sweet arousal coats his tongue, momentarily offering reprieve from cursed taste that haunts him. His eyes flutter closed, and he’s almost mindlessly lapping at your cunt. 

“Baby,” you whine and arch your back. He growls softly in response and dives in deeper. He’s nearly cutting off his own airflow as he presses his nose to your clit while pushing his tongue into your wet hole. 

He groans under his breath, words of praise that don’t reach your ears but you understand the meaning all the same. You cry out with pleasure as he licks from hole to clit over and over. Then, he settles on sucking your clit just the way you like. He’s learned after years of practice and near worship just how to please you. He knows when to speed up and when to slow down just from listening to the sound of your moaning. It’s one of the things he prides himself the most on. No matter what else happens he knows he’ll always be the one who can pleasure you like no other can. 

“I’m so close,” you whine softly, and he pulls away with a small smirk. 

“Good girl,” he whispers, praising you for telling him. 

He pushes his sweatpants down past his ass and takes out his cock. He drags the leaking tip up and down you’re soaking wet folds before teasing your entrance. 

“You’re so wet for me, baby,” he moans softly. Then, he slowly thrusts into you. 

“Oh god,” you whine. 

You wrap your legs around his waist and your hands are still tangled in his long hair, tugging in response to his big cock rubbing against your inner walls. 

He has you right where he wants you, so sensitive and needy from the climax that he deprived you of. He watches the way your face contorts with unbridled pleasure as he fucks you sensually. 

“You feel so good on my cock,” he grunts as he picks up the pace, making sure to angle his hips to hit your sweet spot with every thrust. 

He leans down to kiss you. Once more it’s all open mouthed and heated as your tongues rub together. Everything feels so good, so sensual. Geto is eager to let this last as long as he can, to escape the demons in his head. 

“Baby,” you moan as your head falls back against the pillows. You caress his cheek then his neck and shoulders. “I…I think I’m gonna cum.” 

“You think?” he chuckles. His hand goes between your slick bodies to rub your swollen clit. You cry out in pleasure as waves of heat crash over your body. 

“Oh fuck!” you cry out as the pleasure hits the highest wave. 

“Mm, that’s it,” he growls as he helps you ride it out. “Fuck, that’s perfect.” 

With a few more hard thrusts he’s crying out as spurts of cum paint your walls white. He’s panting for air as he snuggles against your chest. 

“Suguru, I love you so much,” you whisper. 

“I love you too, angel,” he says before kissing along your jawline. 

[justjams7787]

So ive been reading way too much-

Based on this amazing fanfic GOD:Curse and the Cursed (33282 words) by DizzyXoxo on ao3 *points gun to your head* read it.

[whalesforhands]

of domesticity and groceries (satosugu x reader)

warnings: spicyish, adult gojo, making out(?), day 5 of my promised gojo-centric writing streak

“Shh… Don’t deny me this right now.”

You’re pressed into the wall, a stocky arm caging you in as your hands pressed against his chest, the thin fabric of his compression shirt allowing you to feel the lines, creases of his corded muscle. You’re getting kissed hard, cornered and with nowhere to escape from your lover as he takes what he thinks he deserves.

Your feet are barely on the ground anymore, the sheer restlessness Satoru faced after coming back urging him to grab you and smother your entire being with his longing yearn for his significant others.

(You sure want to thank him for all those workouts he does. You still can’t believe how strong he is sometimes.)

He’s mouthing against your jaw, trying to get you to give him access to your pretty neck, still littered with fresh bites and kisses that overextended into vigorous activity from barely a few hours ago.

“Aren’t you— Tired?” Your voice is small, compressed into a small whisper that whimpered out from the confines of your throat that was trying to constrict your sounds, desperate to muffle your cries.

(You have a point. You only just witnessed him step through the front door, practically tearing off his jacket before he whined for your embrace.)

His hand is slowly making its way up your thigh, feeling your bare skin underneath the pads of his fingers as he steals a kiss from your sweet lips.

“Not when I’m with you.” The familiar heat burns from your middle at the sound of his deepened voice, the way you felt his hand ascend to your waist, greedily enjoying the touch, his lips self-indulgent as they felt the plushness of yours, the feel of you in his arms after a long mission.

This is perfect.

(Just what would he do without you around?)

“Suguru said-“ You’re pulling away before an impatient hand is placed at the back of your head to drag you back into the throes of passion. Tongues insatiably entangling, breaths stolen with every pant, every moment of lovely boldness from the strongest sorcerer.

“That—“ You take a moment to breathe when you finally manage to escape his compelling seduction. “He’s coming back with the kids in 15 minutes.”

“Sounds like plenty of time to me.” He’s scooping you up, arm beneath your knees and the other just under your shoulders as you’re picked up in a princess carry.

Eh? Wait. Wait!

“Satoru—?!” You’re sputtering as you feel him approach the familiar long corridors of the shared home, making a beeline towards the master bedroom.

“I-I said 15 minutes, not 50!”

He’s humming as he continues his trek up, a naughty hand coming over to slap your behind as you yelp.

“I heard you right the first time, sweetheart.” His cheeks are practically aglow with excitement, eyes behind the bandages already upturned into happy slits as he continues to enjoy the very presence of your cursed energy surrounding him.

“Now how about we take a nice, relaxing shower to celebrate my return?”

——

“Welcome back, my dearest husband and beautiful children!” His upper body is draped with an oversized tee, sweatpants on and sunglasses over his eyes as he leans over you, snuggling his cheek onto the top of your head as a cute grin is flashed towards his family at the genkan.

“Daddy! Mama!” There’s a crash of many items dropping onto the floor as three little girls run up to and cling to the lanky man. The little boy carefully places his bag upright, walking close and nodding up at the man in bashful acknowledgment as Gojo smiles down at him.

(You’re gushing over how cute they’re all being. Meanwhile, Megumi had already made his way over to you, letting you rub his head.)

“I’m so happy to see all my wittle cupcwakes again!!!” He’s letting the girls tug and rub at his fluffy white hair, pull at his cheeks, tug at his clothing.

(Megumi’s fighting an internal battle in his head to not let the utter look of disgust show on his face. So he hides away his annoyance by leaning his head against your navel.)

“Daddy, did you buy sweets?!”

“Did you beat up the bad guys real good???”

“Did you take any pretty photos!?”

“Girls, girls.” A smooth voice cuts through the home as Geto Suguru finally comes through the door with a wide array of reusable eco bags filled to the brim with different foods. “Don’t make Daddy overwhelmed now, he just got back afterall.”

“Hello, my darlings.” Suguru’s smiling face is brighter than ever as he sees the both of you awaiting him and the kids, a chaste kiss pressed to your forehead and a rub to Megumi’s hair when he gets close enough to you before his gaze focuses to the girls smothering his partner.

“Kids, remember to place the groceries in the kitchen and fold the eco bags. Tsumiki, the ice cream goes in first, okay?”

“Yes, Papa!” Tsumiki is immediately leading the way for the twin girls and Megumi, the young boy choosing to carry the heaviest of the bunch of groceries Geto had relinquished to them.

Two whole cartons of milk.

He’s grunting a little as he struggles forth, even shooing away an approaching, worried Mimiko with a wave of his hand and a grunt. Eyes determined and alight with the willpower to see his task through till the end.

“I’ve got this.”

(He’s excited to get praised for this when he sees the proud smile and excited giggling as you observe him.)

Suguru’s sighing when he feels a kiss on his cheek from Satoru, the slight flush of his face giving away his excitement to see his significant other again.

“You’re finally back, huh?”

masterlist

Notes:

Suguru is actually carrying the heaviest items out of all of them. The various cereal boxes, about 4 more cartons of milk, meat, fish, the eggs, more snacks, more sweets, a sack of rice and several others.

He has actually summoned a smaller, flying curse to help support Megumi as he held up the milo cartons. (What the little boy doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right?)

Suguru can very much see the fresh new bites on you. “Tsk, tsk.” His head is pressed onto your shoulder from behind. “Can’t believe he’s already so rough with you after just coming back. Gonna have to teach him a lesson later.”