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satoru gojo x f!reader 

satoru’s suddenly more appreciative of scars 

content warning: MANGA SPOILERS, canon divergence bc im not gege and they all deserve to be happy, reader described as pregnant, giving birth/c-section, hospitals, pain (kinda), big brother megumi + tsumiki, lil corny family, 

an: happy fathers day to our fav dad :DDD reader is described as having dark hair in comparison to satoru but tbh every hair color is dark compared to white unless you have white hair them im sorry

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nicotine dream || s. geto

❦ suguru geto x sorcerer reader

❦ oneshot

follow up to cigarettes in the theater. can be read separately but makes the most sense to read that first.

❝ suguru geto, wanted criminal. you, his accomplice. it's not a life you ever wished for, nor a life you ever dreamed of and night after night you find yourself numb. to the world, to your lover's actions. you're not sure you recognize yourself anymore, but your lover longs to find you and bring you back, no matter what that means for him. ❞

❦ warnings ; no pronouns used. angst. hurt/comfort. pet names (angel, sweetheart, darling, love). use of cigarettes. graphic descriptions of death and injury. mentions of being unable to eat. heavy subject matter discussed.

❦ words ; 3.5k.

masterlist || cigarettes in the theater

The cool night air does little to soothe the storm taking place in your mind. Though the doubts come less often, you can’t shake the constant ‘what ifs’ that seem to plague your mind.

Night after night, your mind is a constant turmoil that’s leaving you with dark circles under your eyes that your boyfriend is not oblivious to. Of course he asks whether you’re okay, but you can’t even answer that question for yourself, how are you meant to answer him?

Like a cycle, you wonder if you’re broken.

You wonder if maybe, just maybe, in another life, in another world, in another timeline, maybe you could have prevented this whole ordeal. Maybe you could have taken less missions and been the rock he needed. Maybe you could have reached out to Satoru to get his help in supporting Suguru.

With a sigh, you lean over the railing of the balcony outside your bedroom just a few halls down from the cult, rubbing your hands over your face in exasperation.

You know there’s no use in looking back on what could have been.

You’re happy now, after all. You’re happy, right?

You have two daughters now and you still have Suguru, your entire world revolves around those three.

Yet even now after a few months with them, you never found a sense of normalcy. You feel as though you wander the halls avoiding the reality of Suguru’s new occupation, shutting yourself out of the happenings around you.

Leaning further over the railing, you stare down at the grass below you, damp from the prior day’s rain. It glistens beneath the moonlight, each drop of dew sparkling in the same way Suguru’s eyes do when he spots you.

The dark circles beneath his eyes slowly faded, all the while yours darkened. Suguru is a smart man, he’s no fool to the way his lifestyle is slowly breaking you just as your old lifestyle had broken him.

You aren’t meant for one another, it’s the cold and harsh reality of the world around you. There’s no world where life is perfect and you and Satoru were there when he needed you most, calming the tempest raging around him. There’s no world where you left Jujutsu Tech to pursue normal careers and live happily ever after.

The cruel reality of life is that there is only one world, and it’s a world where you can’t be happy with those you love most.

It’s that same cruel reality that plagues you with images of blood dripping down old theater seats, pained screams surrounding you, all while you’re rooted in place, numb.

“Nana and Mimi said I might find you out here,” your boyfriend hums, coming up behind you. You don’t move, your gaze steady as it stays tied to the flora below you. “I didn’t mean for you to get tied up in my work, angel.”

You swallow hard, letting out a shaky breath. You can’t say for sure how long you’ve been out here but given how high the moon has risen, it must be hours at this point. Time doesn’t pass all the same when your thoughts rage within your mind.

You wonder how many hours it’s been since Suguru didn’t think twice about killing a follower. She had no longer been of use to him, her pockets emptied, her begging all for naught as a curse with little more power than a flyhead latched to her and began to tear at her skin.

Your knuckles go white as you grip at the railing, the thought too fresh in your mind, the sight too horrific. Your stomach churns and you close your eyes, swallowing down bile in your throat as you fail to keep the feeling of wretching from rising in your throat.

Nanako and Mimiko, the two young girls rescued by Suguru who you’ve come to see as your own daughters, had ushered you away from the sight upon seeing your horrified figure. How they were able to withstand the sight so easily while it was enough to claw the very contents of your stomach straight from your organs, you don’t know.

Suguru takes another step towards you, patient as ever, as his hand finds your back. He moves his palm up and down your spine soothingly and the action calms your raging stomach finally as you loosen your grip on the railing and rub your hands roughly over your face again.

When you still don’t say anything, Suguru speaks up again.

“I’m breaking you, aren’t I?”

Slowly, you find the courage to meet his gaze.

His expression is solemn. His hair is worn up in a half bun and navy robes drape over his body. It suits him in a way his position as the head of a cult does not. Suguru was the kindest of you all. He lacked Satoru’s narcissism, Shoko’s nonchalance, and your self-doubt.

So why, all these months later, is it him you’re staring at, unbeknownst to the blood that stains his white collar?

You don’t know what to say. Any words, any explanation you could possibly have of what you’re feeling died several months ago.

September of 2007, to be exact.

Your lip trembles, your eyes burn, but your tears won’t fall. You have nothing left to give.

Suguru mutters a curse under his breath, taking your hands so carefully, so tenderly, in his own that it almost brings you back to the day when he first asked to take you out for a coffee.

It all seems like a lifetime away now, but his touch eases your doubt for the briefest of moments as you’re transported back to a moment so dear to you.

Should you still hold it so close to your heart given where you are now?

Maybe it’s all a pathetic attempt at holding onto the fragments of what once was.

The room is silent as Suguru leads you to the bed, gently urging you to sit at its edge as he follows suit, examining your eyes. They’re distant, just as your mind is, lost in a sea of thoughts that’s grown so familiar you can traverse it without a map, without so much as even a north star. Yet that same sea doesn’t seem to have an end. There is no beach to wash up on in the mornings when the thoughts subside, there is no lighthouse to guide you out.

You’re lost.

“Sweetheart,” Suguru urges quietly, moving a hand so softly, so quietly, up to your cheek that you aren’t certain this is all real. It almost feels like a dream.

A nightmare in which you can’t wake up.

“You weren’t meant to see that,” Suguru sighs, his eyes flickering shut as he leans his forehead against yours. He knows you’re listening, this is far from the first time he’s found you in such a state, and far from the last, too.

This is the worst it’s been in a long while, though.

He knows you keep yourself occupied with homeschooling the girls and taking care of them when he cannot, but he sees now that it isn’t enough to stave off the thoughts that scare you the most.

Little do you know, it’s those thoughts that terrify him to his very core.

He knows this isn’t a world for you. He knows you stay for him, for Nanako and Mimiko.

He also knows you stay out of fear. Fear of losing him again, fear of seeing him spiral.

Fear that someday, if you were to return to Jujutsu Tech, you may have to kill him.

Suguru wouldn’t dare in a million years to bring you harm, there’s no world where he wouldn’t allow you to end him, however he wouldn’t wish that upon you. Not now, not ever. Not even if you grew to resent him, because if there’s one thing he knows and believes to his very soul, it’s that your love for him never waned.

As news broke of the events in the village, your words differed from those of others who tried to contact him.

As Satoru asked if it was true, as Shoko wondered what was in the water at the village, you only asked him to come home. You told him you were worried. You told him you loved him. You told him that together you could fix things.

His eyes flicker open as he admires your features, his breath fanning your face as he holds you like you’re all he knows.

“I need you to know something.” His voice is barely a whisper, loud enough for only you to hear. “I love you. More than anything, angel.”

Your hands finally move forward, clinging to his robe-covered thighs.

“But I can’t let myself be the one that breaks you. I can’t stand by and watch as you fall apart for me.” His voice is low, calm, but doesn’t carry his usual confidence. He sighs, his strikingly gorgeous eyes trailing down to your hands gripping to him for purchase.

He can’t stand it. Can’t stand the way his lifestyle has turned you into someone you struggle to recognize in a mirror.

You’re still as stunning and gorgeous as the day he met you and he still loves you more than life itself, but the bright look in your eyes is gone. It’s been gone for months now and he’s been fighting to admit it to himself.

Because to admit that you aren’t yourself anymore is to admit that Suguru has broken you, and neither of you are prepared to face that reality, even right now as it stares you in the face.

Why is this cruel reality so beautiful? With long, flowing raven hair and kind eyes that reflect an unspoken adoration that no words can truly do justice to.

“I love you, Suguru,” you barely manage to whisper the words, your voice broken and laid bare before him just as your soul is.

“I love you too, angel, and that’s why I think I need to let you go.” His voice doesn’t just lack confidence this time around, it wavers as he struggles to keep his emotions in check to be strong for your sake.

Your lip trembles, your jaw tensing as your muscles clench from the effort to keep your sobs at bay. “Where am I meant to go, Sugu?”

He kisses your forehead softly. “You never did anything wrong, darling. Go find Satoru. He’ll help you.”

You stare down at your hands, shaking as you cling to him. “I can’t. I’m your accomplice. I’ll be killed.”

Suguru hadn’t seen the news that you were sentenced to death by the higher-ups, too preoccupied with his cult. He’s no stranger to his actions having consequences, but he had been too caught up in his love for you to realize that he had done the one thing he vowed to never do.

He’d hurt you.

Hell, he’d trapped you. Trapped you here, with him, with nowhere left to go.

Still, you don’t resent him or hate him as you should, you show him and the girls only kindness and endless love.

He hates himself for it.

He leans back, staring out at the balcony as he reaches a hand beneath his robes and pulls out a box of cigarettes. A habit he never managed to kick.

As he lights it and slips the box over to you, watching as you take the nicotine and allow him to light it with practiced fingers, he realizes this whole situation is painfully familiar. Like clockwork, you’re reliving the night from the theater.

As a puff of smoke rises into the air before him, his chest rises and falls, pulling his robes taut as he takes a deep breath. He allows the nicotine to calm him, to silence his mind for even a moment.

As you follow suit, you feel yourself coming back down to earth. It’s a fleeting moment, one that will soon be masked by numbness, but you’re grateful nonetheless when you finally meet Suguru’s gaze. He doesn’t feel like a distant memory that you long for, he’s here before you and he serves as your reminder of why you chose him in the first place.

You love Suguru Geto. Through and through, no matter what it means. No matter what it makes you.

Even if you don’t like the person it’s made you.

Even if you don’t recognize the person it’s made you.

“I’m where I want to be, Sugu,” you whisper in your clarity, staring down at the singed paper balanced delicately between your fingers.

His eyes examine you, taking in your shaking figure, the way your eyes seem to sink into your skull. He’s no stranger to the fact that you struggle to eat at times as well.

“If that’s the truth,” he begins, “then you need to tell me how to be better.”

Sadness washes over your expression. “You’re perfect for me,” you tell him with a wry smile.

“Then tell me why you're looking at me like that.”

You bring a hand up to meet his face, the faintest trace of stubble scratching your palm. “I think in another world I would have liked to work with you at a little shop.”

His expression falls as he averts his gaze.

All through his own carelessness, he’s created a world where your desires are impossible. You won’t ever know the peace you crave, simply because at your core, at the end of it all, you long for him more than you long to be at Jujutsu Tech, more than you long to have a simple office job.

His love for you will be your undoing, and he made no effort to prevent it.

He’s too late to save you.

“I would have liked that, my love,” he assures you softly, making an effort to keep his voice even as he struggles with his own inner turmoil.

“I think we would have had a beautiful little plant store.”

His heart sinks further as you describe the peaceful ideal world you’ve created in your head. Of course you would choose something as beautiful as your heart.

He wonders if the reason you always seem distant is because you’re there, at that plant shop, in your own little world in your mind.

He wonders if your favorite flowers line the walls and vines grow across the ceiling. He wonders if the sun shines through the large open window and glimmers in your eyes, a smile spread across your lips. He wonders if you have a little apartment directly above the shop decorated with plants you’ve propagated yourself that prosper from your love and care just as he does.

“Plants, hm? That suits us.”

The faintest of smiles pulls at the corner of your lips. Suguru could be imagining it, for all he knows.

“Would plants make you happier?”

Your eyes fall again to the cigarette slowly emitting smoke in your fingers. The smoke curls and billows as it rises in the air.

“I’m happy with you,” you mumble.

He sighs. “If it were another day, I might believe you.” He shakes his head as you mask your pain. “How long were you out on the balcony?”

Your mouth opens and closes once, twice, three times. Like a goldfish staring out of a tank at a world it doesn’t know.

Suguru hums. “The… incident,” he begins, choosing his words carefully, “was four hours ago, my love.”

You let out a shaky breath as you process his words. As if to spite the nicotine calming your nerves, the ocean of turmoil that had subsided begins to encroach on you again as you feel your chest tighten and your throat close.

“Look at me,” Suguru tells you, taking your chin between his fingers as he gently points your attention back to him. “Look at me and tell me what you need from me,” he whispers.

As if written in the stars, it clicks suddenly. The sea that rages and storms within you may not have the respite you so desired in the form of a beach, but rather in the form of an island, something you had never considered. It’s not a traditional island and the lighthouse that stands tall on top of it isn’t a traditional one either.

Suguru is your island and lighthouse. While the world he longs to change, the world he’s pulled you into with him doesn’t allow for the ideal you desire, he can still keep you afloat and guide you through the dark.

“This… this world isn’t for me,” you begin, unable to tear your gaze from the beauty that is your boyfriend. “But neither was Jujutsu Tech,” you try to assure him. You can’t bear the thought that someday Gojo, Shoko, and Nanami could all be the lifeless corpses you’re forced to stare at just as Haibara once was.

You just need a sense of calm. A sense that the life you live isn’t one filled with regret and shame. One where you have a husband, kids, maybe even a pet. “Can we get a house?”

“A house?” Suguru asks, eyes widened with moderate surprise, but his expression softens as the realization that you just want things to be normal would beg for a house. Of course, he knows you were shaken after you’d seen him kill a member of the cult earlier, so the separation between work and home would surely be good for you, for him, for your relationship. “I think we can make that happen, angel.”

It’s fleeting, gone as fast as it came, but your eyes glimmer with hope. “Yeah?”

Suguru nods, his head tilting briefly as he smiles. “We’ll fill it with plants, how does that sound?”

“I think I’d like that.”

He still hates that he’s trapped you, but he’ll move mountains to make you happy, and if a house will make you happy, he’ll buy you a house.

There’s a bittersweet taste in his mouth at the idea that you’ll stay with him for something so simple when he’s ruined your world. It’s a taste so foul it rivals even that of the curses he eats.

For you, though, the taste is bearable.

Standing in your new place mere weeks later, Suguru’s attention turns to you, sitting in one of the very few chairs you had managed to unpack as sun filters through the windows. You look ethereal as ever and relief courses through him as he’s able to get a good look at you.

The dark circles adorning your eyes are beginning to fade, despite the exhaustion that courses through both of your bones. That exhaustion comes with the idea of moving, he supposes, but as you turn your attention from the two girls running circles around your chair to land on Suguru, he feels like maybe he can still salvage your happiness.

His smile is mirrored on your own features as your lighthouse pulls you further from the ocean that once threatened to drown you.

You can’t ignore his actions, but it also can’t be ignored that you have never once moved to stop him. At the end of it all, you will always be an accomplice to Suguru Geto.

As the girls run from room to room, allowing you a moment with him, Suguru slides down on the chair beside you, encircling his arms around your waist. He kisses your forehead, your nose, lingering on each for a moment, before dipping his head down to meet your lips. He moves a hand from your waist to tilt your chin up to him.

It’s soft, genuine, full of his undying love for you. You return it with fervor, the most he’s seen from you in a long while, and it brings him a sense of ease.

He pulls back quietly, staring deeply into your eyes. Within his own striking irises swirls care, kindness, happiness, and a hint of guilt.

“I love you, darling. Always.”

“I love you too, Suguru.”

Your voice doesn’t hold that familiar hollowness anymore and while you can only hope the glow of happiness you feel now isn’t fleeting, reality will always come knocking at your door. There will always be another storm to rock the waves of your boat, to pull you back under.

Right now though, you’re okay.

You may truly never stop wondering if you’re broken. It’s the reality of the world you live in now, one where you choose to ignore a big part of your life in a desperate attempt at seeking the fleeting flame of happiness with your lover.

Maybe it’s foolish to do such a thing, to push aside reality in hopes that you might find peace with Suguru, but the truth of your world is that there’s no options left for someone like you.

The reality of the world is that you’ll be forced to fight battles within your mind for the rest of your life.

It’s not the reality you wanted, but it’s your life with Suguru and the girls. As your daughters come bounding down the stairs and throw themselves right into your and Suguru’s laps, excited giggles echoing along the walls, your heart swells.

It may be fleeting, but at this moment, you don’t regret your decisions.

masterlist || cigarettes in the theater

❦ a/n ; wanted to give a shoutout to @lostfracturess for inspiring me to continue with this, please go check out nici's content. ♡ i do have an idea for one last part as well if there's interest.

as always, likes, reblogs and comments are very appreciated ♡

toji and choso

[ SMAU ] 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐓 ! in which you spot the jujutsu kaisen men with a boner in public .

↝ incl . satoru gojo , suguru geto , kento nanami , toji fushiguro , choso kamo

↝ cw . profanity , smut

↝ an . i know i did a smau similar to this one alr but i got this req and it made me chuckle. giggle, perhaps

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matsukawa issei. dark green (watermelon)

miya atsumu. cosmopolitan (bartender!au) // hit different

miya osamu. dorky valentine's day date

oikawa tooru. blue

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ran2024. updated 9/9/24

YUUJI IN THE BAG AWWW

NSFW

Sitting on Toji's lap, watching TV together as he knocks back a couple beers. He keeps the bottle nestled between your legs when he's not sipping on it, his arm resting on your upper thigh area while his other hand mindlessly rubs and grabs at your tummy over your shirt. Every once in a while he leans in close to press a kiss to your temple and checks in on you. You can smell the alcohol on his breath, but he's pretty well behaved for being intoxicated, you think.

You don't know if he's occasionally rubbing the bottle against your crotch on purpose or if it's something he's unknowingly doing. Maybe he's fidgeting with it to give his hand something to do. You scoot back, away from the bottle, just incase he isn't doing it on purpose.

He stills the movement of his hand when you shift in his lap, moving away from where he keeps his bottle. "Am I making you uncomfortable?" He asks, his warm breath fanning against your ear. His free hand moves down to squeeze your inner thigh, the joint of his thumb grazing your pelvis.

"No, you're okay," you respond, putting your hand on his, turning briefly to smile at him before facing the TV again.

Toji progressively moved the bottle so that it ended up back between your thighs, the body of it rubbing up against you again, causing you to jolt at the sensation.

"What's wrong, pretty?" he murmurs, into your ear, his lips curled into a devilish smirk.

"The bottle..." you mumble, coy about addressing what's had your firm attention for a while now.

He peeks down at the evidence, his chin resting on your shoulder as he looks at the way the bottle is pushed snug up against your cunt.

"You're dirty, mama," he teases, a deep chuckle rumbling through his chest. "You're liking it, aren't you?"

"What? You're the one trying to get me off with your-"

"Shh..." once again you're met with a whiff of the alcohol lingering on his breath. You can taste remnants of it through the sloppy, wet kisses he steals from you. "You're liking it, aren't you?" He repeats, grinning at your flustered expression. "Look at her, look at her," he says, which only makes your cheeks burn even more, when he laughs, mockingly. "You are."

You sigh. He may be drunk, but he's not wrong.

"Say it, baby," he purrs, into your neck. "Say it and i'll make you cum sooo hard." He teases you with a rub of the bottle against your clothed clit.

"Fucking hell," you mutter under your breath, feeling pathetic for giving in to his game. "Fine. I liked it. It felt good. Is that what you wanna hear?"

"Fuck yeah. Wanna make my pretty girl cum in her shorts," he says, immediately rubbing the body of the bottle against your crotch.

"I-If i'm dirty..." you release a sharp breath. "Then you're a pervert."

"Mhm. All for you, sweetheart." He palms at your chest over your tank top, squeezing while moving his hand in circles. He can feel your stiffened nipples through the thin material. He takes turns rolling the clothed buds between fingers to make sure that they stay stiff, but also because he knows how turned on you get when he plays with your breasts. "Such a dirty girl," he says, sultrily, into your ear. "Letting me get you off with a beer bottle. Little freak." You arch off his chest, in his lap, a short barrage of whimpers reaching his ears. He pulls you back into him, his arm firm over your chest. "Doesn't take away from how pretty you are." His voice is so deep, you can feel it in your guts.

"Toji-"

"No, it fuckin' doesn't," he growls, into your ear. "'S why i've always got my hands on you, tryna fuck like some filthy dog. Mmm... baby, just can't help myself around you. I'm not gonna stop. Can't do it."

You whimper, writhing against him as he continues to grind the bottle against your cunt. His rambling shouldn't be as hot as it is, but god, you don't want him to shut up. It's fueling how close you are to cumming because of how he maneuvers the stupid bottle.

"You wet for me? Soaked?"

"Fuck- Yes, Toji," you moan, hands gripping at his thighs.

He hums, content with your response. "Yeah? Gonna cum?" His hand goes beneath your shirt to feel your bare skin on it. He drives his palm up your torso, towards your chest, his fingertips meeting your left nipple, rubbing until it's stiffened like before.

"Mhm," you nod. "Please... Please!"

"Such a loud, needy little thing. I can feel your heat making its way up the bottle." He laughs, again, like he's making fun of you for being so turned on for his perverse actions. Like he wasn't the one who started this. Scarred lips attach to the nape of your neck, kissing gently like he's apologizing for being mean. "Cum for me, baby," he says, speeding up the movement of the bottle against your clit. He rolls your nipple between his fingers, and your body instantly reacts.

"Oh fuck, T-Toji, fuck, oh my god," you cry out, falling into the void of pleasure produced by this unorthodox object. You trap the bottle between your thighs and grind against it, greedily taking control of your pleasure. Toji holds the bottle still and just watches you, his tired eyes absorbing every one of your movements and expressions as you shamelessly ride out your entire orgasm.

"Fuck..." you whimper, eyes shut as your hips stutter to a halt.

He pulls his hand out of your shirt, entirely speechless for a few seconds. You didn't even notice, too far into your post orgasm bliss.

Toji sighs, feeling as tired as you because of the alcohol. He turns the TV off and takes the bottle out from between your thighs, setting it down on the ground before putting your dazed self into a more comfortable position to sleep in—curled up against his chest. "You're so hot, baby... Too bad I can't fuck you like this," he mumbles, tiredly.

"Mhm," you hum, already dozing off. Toji lays his head back on the couch cushion and shuts his eyes. In less than a minute, he falls asleep, too.