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some wounds and a few more...

# you got hurt during the shibuya incident and they find out (yes suguru never deflected idc abt any guy with stitches on his forehead the shibuya arc still happened somehow!! oh and toji's there too)

## incl: gojo, geto, nanami, choso, toji, sukuna, shoko, yuji, megumi, yuta, toge and ino

was a rollercoaster of emotions,, i cried w nanami and yuji and then laughed with toge and ino 😭

HELLOOOO INDIGO HOW HAVE U BEEN!!!

THIS FUCKINF GIF I PISSING MY OANTS?!?! where do u even FIND TJIS im not kidding im crying real tears

Espresso

GETO X READER! Sure, work had been a constant reminder of the painful hours that were to come, but when a rather cute black-haired man starts becoming a familiar face, work doesn’t sound as bad. _________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ ♫ espresso - sabrina carpenter ❝ɴᴏᴡ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴ' 'ʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ɴɪɢʜᴛ, ᴏʜ ɪꜱ ɪᴛ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ? ɪ ɢᴜᴇꜱꜱ ꜱᴏ❞

It's one of those lazy, rain-splattered afternoons where the world seems to move in slow motion, water makes constant noise hitting onto the roof and platting on the windows.

The little coffee shop where you work part-time is unusually quiet. Not like you’re complaining, a quiet workplace is something you’ll take over rush hour any day. The soft murmur of jazz mingling with the rhythmic tap of rain against the window adds onto the atmosphere of the shop.

It’s mismatched chairs and book-lined walls, becomes a haven for anyone seeking refuge from the drizzle and the chill outside. You, wrapped up in your favorite oversized sweater, find solace behind the counter, the hum of the espresso machine your steady companion.

Within a minute of admiring the place, you grow bored. A groan fills the room as you yourself walking away from the counter; mind begging to occupy yourself until the end of your shift.

As you wipe down the already spotless table, the bell above the door chimes its cheerful greeting. Heavy footsteps already gives you an idea who it might be. Scratch it, who you want it to be. Glancingly up, your lips automatically curve into a smile.

It's him again-Suguru Geto; the regular who somehow always manages to brighten your day a bit more than you would ever bring yourself to admit.

"Afternoon," you call out, the familiarity of his presence bringing warmth to your greeting.

"Good afternoon," Suguru replies, his voice smooth. His eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiles at you, that charming, effortless smile that had caught your eye from his very first visit.

He's dressed in a simple black sweater and baggy denim jeans today, but somehow he makes the casual outfit look deliberate, almost elegant. You can't stop your eyes from checking him out. "The usual day for the usual, I suppose?"

"Of course," you laugh, reaching for the oh-so familiar cup that's become his favorite. "Espresso, right?"

"That's right," he nods, his dark eyes following your movements as you prepare his drink. He's always been a keen observer, you've noticed. Not in a creepyway, but in the kind of way someone genuinely interested in the little details that others might overlook. You can’t help but hide the redness creeping up your neck every time it occurs.

As a small silence fills the air, he overtakes it without a beat. “How’s your day going?” he asks, his tone casual but curious.

“Pretty quiet, with the weather and all,” you reply, pouring the steamed milk into the freshly brewed espresso with practiced ease. “But it’s nice, makes the shop feel even cozier.”

He nods, letting out a hum as his gaze remains on you. “It’s nice to find places like this, you know? Somewhere you can just relax and feel at ease, especially with someone nice to talk to.”

Your cheeks warm at the subtle compliment, hidden thankfully by the steam from the espresso machine. “I’m glad you think so. It’s always nice to have regulars like you. Makes working here even better.”

As you press down the filter, separating the grounds from the dark, aromatic liquid, Suguru props his elbows up on the counter, raising a brow. "You know, l've always wondered," he begins, moving his left hand to rest aside his cheek, "what brings someone like you to a place like this?"

You pause, a smile playing at your lips. "Someone like me?"

"Yeah," he chuckles, the sound warm and inviting. "You always seem like you're dreaming of something beyond this place. Not that it isn't a nice spot, but you have a look that seems meant for larger things."

Flushing slightly, you pour his coffee into a clean mug, the steam curling up like tiny wraiths in the cool air of the shop. "I guess I'm just figuring things out. Books, writing, maybe travel. . .But for now, this is good. It's cozy, it's comfortable."

Suguru accepts the mug, his fingers brushing lightly against yours, sending an unintended shiver up your spine. "It suits you," he admits, taking a sip of his coffee before his eyes meet yours again. "The coziness, I mean. You make the place seem welcoming."

Ditch the idea of even attempting to hide the obvious blush that covers your face. With one last desperate attempt, you glance at what seems to be anything but him; the idea of looking up and locking eyes with Suguru makes you feel hotter than ever.

All your ears pick up is his small chuckle that seems to block out anything and everything. It’s like your body wants hear more, feel more. Your mind seems to have more dignity.

All the gods above must’ve been on your side, as everything comes back with the sound of the door chime ringing. You lift your chin, giving him a small smile before rushing yourself behind the counter once more. Within the corner of your eye, you see him respond with a nod; trailing to a seat in the corner that he's acquired for himself.

The quiet shop now becomes one busy, replacing the atmosphere with a sense of rush. As more customers trickle in seeking refuge from the rain, you busily fill orders. But your mind stays tethered to Suguru, to the gentle cadence of his voice, to the intriguing look he gives you that you crave to explore.

Finally, as the rush dies down and the last customer leaves, dabbing raindrops from their coat, Suguru is still there sitting politely without complaint, nursing his half-finished coffee. You hate to admit, but his presence leaves a tone in the air. As much as your mind tried to keep busy, you couldn’t ignore his attendance and stare.

Trying to appear normal and not that desperate, you clean up a bit, wiping down tables and cleaning stained dishes before making your way back to him.

"Not rushing off today?" you ask, settling onto the chair next to him.

"No," he smirks. "I thought I might stay a bit. If that's alright with you?"

"Of course," you say, your heart thumping a little harder (and hopefully not any louder) in your chest.

"I’ve been thinking," Suguru starts, his eyes locked on yours, "about asking you if you'd like to go out sometime. Outside of this coffee shop, I mean. Maybe see what's beyond these cozy walls together?"

Your breath catches slightly at the sincerity that reaches his eyes, at the hopeful note in his voice. "I’d like that," you manage to say, your voice soft but clear. You give yourself points for staying composed.

"Great," he grins, breathing out a sigh as his smile lights up his whole face. "It's a date then."

As he stands to leave, he reaches out, his hand lingering over yours for a moment longer than necessary. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow." you confirm, trying to keep your face as straight as possible, the huge urge to smile is getting harder to maintain.

The urge is replaced with a frown as he places his hand back into his pocket. You realize how bad you want the warmth of his hand as soon as it’s taken.

With a final nod, Suguru steps out into the rain, the bell chiming after him, you squeal. Letting out a little giggle, you leap over to your phone, not missing any time to update your friends on what occurred.

Your boss later questioned why you looked so happy while you were closing.

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@siythn all rights reserved!

conversations on love

--- (slowburn, friends to lovers) ; in every instance of love, gojo finds you.

*this is not a strict series so i'll be adding works to this whenever i feel like something exists in this universe!

you might also enjoy: do you know what love is like?, a mini-series of almost's within col where you and gojo nearly get together, but don't.

status: open-ended

upcoming: check this list for the wips.

contains: shibuya onwards spoilers, reader as a sorcerer/colleague (friends since high school)

recommended: to be read in the order below! each fic can kind of stand alone but for more context and overall impact (because there are a lot of callbacks) i think it’s better to read in order!

01. do you believe in love? ; you're both 23 when you first ask gojo about love. 02. tell me about love (show me how) ; you teach gojo how to love. 2.5. and my body keeps saying (it's yours) ; gojo thinks this is different, new, the first time for everything. +02. look my way, you're what i crave ; you and gojo made a promise to yuuji (extra) 03. so this is what it means to be in love ; gojo finds out what it really means to be in love. 03. too good to be mine ; you’re too good for gojo, in every sense of the word. (extended scene from 'so this is what it means to be in love'). 3.5a. this feeling inside of me— ; you make gojo realize that this twisty-pop!-y feeling in his stomach might just be jealousy.  3.5b. —will i ever bring you peace? ; gojo can’t give you a quiet life. no matter what.  +04a. take my time (i'll spend it all on you) ; gojo sees you in lingerie for the first time (extra that takes place along 'these traces of love, they outline you'). +04b. if you're ready (let me) ; you find the other thing to surprise gojo with on his birthday. 04. these traces of love, they outline you ; the 5 times gojo’s sure you’ve changed his life + the 1 time he hopes to change yours. 

tag ; #dykwlil (posted works), #col (posted works), #col tag (asks, extra hc's, discussions)

ao3

Currently inside your organs fighting off the sickness for you!

Toge would be the one to sit by our side day and night if reader was sick (because he’s such a gooooood friend haha wym???) despite the first and second years teasing him for it 🖤

u r the sweetest thank u 😭i am still not feeling great </3

toge inumaki is a lot of things.

quiet, attentive, the sweetest friend you could ever ask for.

it goes without saying he notices pretty quickly when you don't feel well.

you're quieter than usual, barely responding to the taunts itadori sends your way like you normally do. during sparring training, you get easily taken down by megumi (which is a surprise in itself, considering you're far better in hand-to-hand combat that your junior), and you brush off the idea of lunch with your head resting against the table — a nap seeming more suitable than eating.

to say he's worried is an understatement, which is what leads him to where the two of you are now: shoko's infirmary with a thermometer hanging from your lips.

"'m fine, toge." you sigh out, pausing only when shoko sends you a look and resets the thermometer and instructs you to not speak until it beeps.

toge's own brows furrow for a completely different reason, since you're clearly out of it despite insisting you're fine, mumbling a small, "mustard leaf."

and you, to your own surprise, have a fever. it's low-grade, you defend, but shoko sends you to your room on bedrest until you're back to a normal temp. you whine the whole way toge guides you there, excuses on your tongue despite the way you melt into your sheets as he tucks you under the covers.

you'd tease toge for the way he dotes on you if you weren't so dazed, in and out of sleep with a fever that only seems to worsen.

but it's okay, because itadori and yuuta don't spare him of any punches.

"whatcha makin'?" itadori, like the little roach he is peers over toge's shoulder at the smell of food cooking, yuuta not far behind him with his nose in the air.

"smells good."

"fish flakes." toge swats away itadori's prying fingers as they move to try the soup toge's just finished.

"is this for our dear sick (y/n)?" yuuta teases, dodging the spoon toge throws his way.

"cavier." bite me, toge wants to grind out, but he clicks his tongue instead, carefully pouring the soup into a thermal and very maturely poking his tongue out at the two as he leaves the kitchen, ignoring their knowing smiles and taunts.

the teasing is worth it, he thinks, when you sit up in bed with a small smile as he helps you eat the soup. you don't even protest when he blows on it for you, or when he brings the spoon to your mouth gently.

"thank you, inu." you mumble out after you've finished what you could, back to curling in on yourself with him still at your side. he can't help the flush it brings to his cheeks, the way you say his nickname so casually, and he thinks surely you're further gone than even he realized.

you're asleep before he can even stutter out a comment on it.

roommate!Suguru x f!reader

cw: voyeurism, smut

(m.list)

I’m always thinking about roommate!Suguru, and the fact that he would be so obsessed with you.

At first, when you just moved in, he wouldn’t spare you of even a glance and he only spent time with his friends, Shoko and Satoru. However, as time went on, Suguru started to warm to you and you two got to hang out more together. That’s how he became interested in you.

And for suguru being interested meant he was obsessed with you.

Not that you would realise of course, he made sure of never raise your suspicions, but he stopped bringing people at home and only wanted to be with you. he would want to know what you always did, who you hung out with, and where you went.

You noticed something was different with Suguru, when he started to get more touchy. Every moment was an occasion for him to touch you.

You were passing in front of him? Smack on your ass.

You were trying to reach something on a higher shelf? He pressed his body against yours from behind and took it for you, a grin on his face.

You were going out and needed to put a necklace on? He was ready to do that, and he made sure to caress the nape of your neck and hair when he was done.

You didn’t really understand what he wanted from you, until a special event happened.

Suguru caught you touching yourself while talking to another person. It was not his fault he caught you, okay??? You left the door slightly ajar, as if you were inviting him to watch you.

And so he did. He observed you from the little crack of the door, while you panted sitting on top of your sheets, unaware of his presence. Your legs were spread open and he could clearly see your little fingers rubbing your pretty pussy.

He cussed under his breath and reached down to rub his cock over of his pants. But it wasn’t enough. He wanted to taste your pussy himself. He listened patiently to your conversation at the phone, while you bit your lower lip, trying to reach that orgasm that the other person was trying to guide you to.

However, it never happened. And Suguru noticed how you faked your orgasm in order to make the call end.

So, the moment you put down the phone, your roommate stepped into your room. Your eyes widened and you close your legs to hide your wet pussy and swollen clit when you saw him, your face burning. “Suguru! Get out!,” you screamed flustered but it only made Suguru chuckle as he approached your bed.

“Who were you talking to?,” He asked teasingly as he sat at the end of the bed. You were still blushing and looked at him with a little pout. “No one,” you murmured, looking away and missing how his cock throbbed in his pants at your indifference and pretty pout.

“They sure were no one if they didn’t make you come… Now let me take care of you, mh?,” He insisted as he slid closer to you on the bed, still not touching you. When you looked back at him, you sighed… why not? You felt restless and disappointed from the person you were talking to, and the man you had in front of you was far much better than them.

Skip forward, that’s how you found yourself laying under your roommate in mating press, your ankles almost reaching your face, and him pounding inside you so hard that you could feel his fat cock inside your stomach. You pleaded him, after so many orgasm, but Suguru wasn’t buying any of that. He wanted your pussy to form around his cock, so that you would never forget that you belonged to him.

He looked down at you with that annoying sexy smirk, sweat dripping down his forehead, and his hair all around him. “Who owns this pussy, baby?,” He asked breathless, observing how your teary eyes were looking up at him, and a fucked out expression on your face.

“S-Sugu… my p-pussy is yours, please… I can’t,” you cried out, sinking your nails in his shoulders. He hissed at the delicious pain, pistoning his cock inside of you faster, almost reaching your cervix. “Fuck, yeah… all mine, princess,” he panted against your face, laughing.

And that’s how he got you full with his cum, your belly swelled from how much he came inside you. He couldn’t stop looking at his cum coming out of your abused hole, and your spent up body over your sheets. “You’re fucking mine, doll… I will stuff you full with my cum to remind you every day~” he smirked, leaning down to bite your inner thigh before getting up to get a cloth to clean you.

Anybody else up jujutsuing their kaisen???? season 1 finale sketch page :D

₊˚⊹｡ make this drive last ‘til the end of this song | fushiguro megumi

wc: 1.2k

summary: you wish this traffic jam would last a bit longer. 

contains: f!reader in mind, college!megumi, pre-relationship stuff! mostly centered around having a crush!, yuuji and nobara are here!

a/n: i think megumi loves to listen to music!! stargazing by the neighbourhood reminds me of him, and the song that inspired this is pretty by col3trane & mahalia! (reminds me so much of him too)!! may or not be inspired by very personal feelings/thoughts!!; for mi luv @soumies

you are here -> part 2

It’s always just you and Megumi on the drive back home. 

For the last stretch of it, at least.

You like to think you’re friends, being in the same friend circle for the good part of the year. And if there’s anything you’ve learned from your crazy group of four, it’s that Megumi always ends up being the designated driver for everything—road trips, lunch breaks, late night food runs, and parties. Especially parties. 

Someone has to stay sober when Yuuji’s always too eager to drink anything that’s handed to him. 

You also live nearest to Megumi (coincidentally), just a few streets down from the building that houses his unit. This means you’re always picked up first and dropped off last, consequently making his passenger seat yours (indefinitely). 

The seat is practically adjusted to you by now, backrest pulled back a bit and the seat itself brought forward slightly. Because you get cold easily, the air vents on your side are always pushed up, allowing only a small slip of air to flow through. 

You notice that it never changes—all these adjustments, so it’s either people don’t mind or maybe no one else has been sitting there after all. 

(You don’t know how to feel when a part of you, maybe just a teensy, tiny bit, hopes it’s the latter). 

As tough as it is to get through the impossibly high and extremely fortified walls one (1) Fushiguro Megumi has set around himself, you think you’ve found your way in, slipping yourself into the space between his passenger door and sitting right beside him on the extremely well-kept leather of his carseat. 

(He’s particular when it comes to cleaning). 

It was awkward at first. Of course, it was. When two introverts are alone in a car for a 30-minute drive back from a college party, they aren’t bound to become immediate best friends. But you try to talk a little, ask a harmless question or two, comment on the music he plays—the safe things to say.

And you get closer that way. 

Megumi doesn’t clear his throat anymore when it gets too quiet, already used to the comfortable silence between you. You give each other small updates on what you both did earlier that day, and what you plan to do the next, for the weekend, and the following week, even. And you try hard not to think about it too much, but when he throws a little laugh your way when you talk about the haircut you did yourself in seventh grade, you think you feel an extra thump against your ribcage. 

Another thing you learn is that Megumi loves music; there’s always some obscure, low-beat song that he’s tapping to when you get in. You discover more of his taste through the playlists he plays, and you like it—

(—maybe him a little bit more than the music, though). 

.

The traffic is unmoving today, endless red dots flashing along every lane for the past 40-minutes you’ve been on this road—there’s a steady patter of rain on the windshield, wipers automatically going back and forth as he gives you full control of the music. 

You’d just dropped off Yuuji when you took a detour to avoid some flooded area, and now you’re stuck in a terrible traffic jam this late at night, with cars barely moving inch-by-inch a few minutes at a time. Megumi doesn’t give any indication that he’s bothered except for the slight sigh he makes when he leans back on his seat after pulling up the handbrake.

And you think, with your music playing over the comfortable silence you’ve built, being in his passenger seat one too many times—this feels nice. 

Any other day and you’d hate traffic as much as the next person, but not right now. 

There’s movement far ahead and Megumi prepares to shift gears, accelerating the car only to stop again after a few minutes of getting far. You look over to find him tapping on the steering wheel, one hand on his thigh, relaxed as red glows on his face from the stoplight. 

You feel calm, content even, if you’re really thinking. Now you know why some people have a thing for night drives in the rain. 

Megumi’s eyelashes are long, pretty, stretching on for miles—and you wonder if this drive with him can extend to the length of them, if you can stay in this traffic jam a little longer just to be in this moment with him. 

“Sorry, are you cold?” Megumi asks, interrupting your stare.

He probably thinks that’s the reason you’re staring, if his fingers hovering over the aircondition controls says anything. Heat rises to your cheeks. 

You shake your head, “No, it’s okay. Just spaced out, sorry.” 

“I have a sweater at the back, if you need.” he motions, arm already out reaching for it. 

It’s summer right now, that’s why you insisted on keeping the AC on full blast; you don’t want him to suffer from the heat just because you’re cold. So you’re a bit curious, because really, Megumi has no reason to keep a sweater in his car for this weather, heck, he didn’t even wear one to the party tonight.

You don’t want to assume anything but—

“Brought it for when you get cold,” 

He says it plainly, so casually as if he doesn’t know that it echoes in the pitter-patter of your heartbeat. If you’re being completely rational, it probably doesn’t mean anything, but he hands you the gray sweater over the console so simply as if to say: of course, this is for you, who else would I bring it for? 

As if you shouldn’t even wonder anymore. 

The gesture endears you so much you can’t help but take it. 

“Thanks,” you smile sheepishly, and he nods, the corners of his lips curling slightly as he looks back to the road. 

You unbuckle your seatbelt to put the sweater on, and think, this is a very bad idea because all you smell now is his detergent, that fresh, clean scent that he walks around with condensed into oversized cotton—oversized cotton that is now engulfing you completely. 

You sigh, buckling your seatbelt again as the car moves forward. 

The traffic is clearing up now, Megumi making fewer stops as he drives along the main road. You give it maybe 8? 7? minutes until you arrive home. You’re proud of yourself tonight, flutter-feelings aside, because you think you picked the perfect music for the drive. 

Megumi can never hide his distate for anything—songs included; when he doesn’t like something, he squints his right eye just a little bit, an involuntary reaction you think. You’ve caught it a few times before (usually when it’s Yuuji’s music playing), but his face has been relaxed this entire night, fingers tapping to whatever tune you put on. 

When you arrive in front of your apartment building, your playlist shuffles to your favorite song. Megumi knows because you never shut up about it, asking for it to be played every single time on the drive back home. And when he turns to you, you look almost sad, fixing your things as you prepare to get off. There’s that cute, small pout that he notices you always try to hide when you want to say something but don’t. 

So as you’re about to unbuckle your seatbelt, Megumi shifts the gear to drive and says—

“Maybe after this song.”

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high sex w geto pls like it’s a must. him just talking you thru it with low ass eyes

suguru was a different person when he was under the influence; he was more calm, but the way he fucked you made you think you did something wrong to him. a shared blunt had him in the clouds that he couldn't let go of, his eyes hanging low with nothing but lust and love in them. all he wanted was you; you were something that quenched his thirst, and he was going to drink you up. 

"lay down for me. there you go." pushing your legs back and wasting no time before pushing his face into your dripping core, licking everything up, and sucking your clit. having your taste slide down his throat had his eyes rolling to the back of his head; this was better than being sober. suguru didn't get the munchies; he got the urge to taste and fuck you. it was an itch he couldn't stretch whenever he got high, and he didn't even know why. once his eyes landed on you, all bets were off because you were going to get fucked.

"just keep holding your legs; don't let go.: while sliding his sweatpants down and briefs and sliding his dick inside of you immediately, sucking in him while he pushes inside of you, a relieved sight sliding past his lips. high sex for him was like getting a massage while already sleepy; that's how it felt to fuck you while he was high, his mouth salivating every time he looked at you, only wanting more than what he was given. 

he would get greedy and agitated, wanting to eat you out but still wanting to be inside of you. having your taste lingering on his tongue wasn't enough; he wanted more slipping down his throat but still wanted his dick to be pushed deep inside of you while you softly moaned in his ear. your back arching every time he stretched you out the deeper he went, your arms wrapped around his neck, taking in his sweet scent that had your eyes fluttering.

"you got it, baby. keep going." switching it around so that you were now on top of him, slowly bouncing on him while your hands were on his chest and his hands were on your hips, guiding you and helping you so that you were at the perfect speed. looking at you with those dark, sexy eyes of his, occasionally bucking his hips a little to get a rise out of you, feeling himself push against your sweet spot, having you fold and hunch over him, your moans slipping into his ears, making him even harder than he already was. 

even if he was telling himself to stop and just relax, he couldn't. whenever he got high, the first person he thought about was you and that pussy of yours. he needed you in his mouth immediately; he wasn't thinking about anything else. his self-consciousness wasn't any help either; there wasn't a good side; everything in his mind was just telling him to fuck you and fuck you until he was physically tired and couldn't do it anymore. once his eyes were on you, there was nothing else he was thinking about; he just wanted you under him and taking him.

"please, just one more time, and i promise i'll stop." whispering in your ear while still thrusting into you, giving you no time to respond, still letting him keep going and get whatever was still in his system out. the truth was, he was so pretty when he was high and overstimulated, clinging onto you and wanting you to just sit on his dick and not even do anything. pouting and asking you to run your fingers through his hair while cuddling against you while he was coming down. 

wanting you and no one else.