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❀ this is a snz kink blog! dni if you're a minor or a nonkink blog!
❀ like most others on here, i’ve had this fetish since my first waking memories & have always known & been on the forum but this is my first time interacting with the community!! woo hoo
❀ my main fandom currently is jujutsu kaisen!! satosugu is my beloved<3 i’m a gojo/geto girly (depends on the day LOL) but love readings fics abt pretty much everyone 😆
❀ others shows i like: gachiakuta, inuyasha, soul eater, chainsaw man, hells paradise, solo leveling, death note, aot
❀ i will mostly be reblogging & rambling abt kink related thoughts but sometimes i actually do write!
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cute lil A/B cold snzario i'm currently fixated on:
A is a notorious lightweight when it comes to taking cold medication, and they've been stubbornly refusing to take it for days because they don't like how it makes them feel.
but... A is just so terribly sleep deprived and exhausted and miserable from days of an awful cold and B has finally managed to convince them they need to dull their symptoms in order to get some much-needed rest, so A reluctantly agrees take a dose, with B promising to stay close.
Within thirty minutes A is considerably loopy, relaxed, and their congestion has eased enough that they can finally snuggle into a comfortable position on the couch/bed for first time in days. They're a little more cuddly and giggly with the medication in them.
B strokes their hair and asks A how they're feeling. A smiles up at them sleepily, a little hazy, their eyes blinking slowly, clearly a little out of it, but not unhappily so. "M'good," A smiles. "M'very good."
B can see that A is bit floaty but at least they're clearly not as miserable as they were, and that's what's important.
A sneezes suddenly, and then with a dazed, earnest expression looks up at B and very sincerely says: "Bless you."
B has to bite the inside of their cheek to keep from laughing. Instead of correcting A (because what good would that do when they're in this state?) B smiles, thanks them, and goes back to stroking their hair until A finally, finally falls asleep.
A shitty short, somewhat canon-compliant JJK fic (taking place during Gojo Geto past arc when Geto is in his ~overthinking era~ right before he turned “evil”)
Summary: Gojo is sick before a mission, and Geto cares, even if he doesn’t want to.
(fyi this was written very haphazardly pre-season 2 , not properly edited. i figured i should just put it here cause why not, sorry if it sucks cause it def does lol)
(this is maybe v minor spoilers for upcoming s2 episodes? also i think theyre canonically supposed to be aged 18-20 around this time. if not then in this fic they are absolutely aged 18-20. or 21+ if it’s a third year in college au)
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The sky was gray and cloudy on the afternoon that Gojo asked Geto to take a casual stroll along one of the courtyards of Jujutsu High. Geto noted the weather because it was one of the only days that the sun hadn’t been shining its brightest recently, and also because he felt it was a pretty accurate representation of his own gloomy disposition as of late. Gojo had just finished explaining to him that he’d be taking over a mission that turned out to be too dangerous for the younger students to handle alone, and Geto couldn’t say that hearing that news helped his mood at all.
“Of course you’re taking over the case.” Geto grumbled. “If this organization cared at all for the safety of its sorcerers, they’d have just put you on it from the start.”
“Maybe, but it sounded like they expected there to be only one cursed spirit, but word is that there’s two more that showed up out of the blue.”
“No surprise there. I know you’ve noticed the sudden increase in the number of cursed spirits around this country recently.”
“Yeah,” Gojo said, then took a sudden, sharp breath. His upper body bent at the waist from the force as he angled himself to his other side, hands still in the pockets of his Jujutsu uniform trousers.
“huh’TSSCHh’ieww!”
Geto waited, knowing there was going to be another one.
“ah’TSCHh’iuh!”
“Bless you.”
Maybe it was just Geto’s hearing, but Gojo was sounding increasingly congested the more he spoke, and more so than when he’d seen him the night prior. Geto figured he might be sick, but tried not to pay much mind to it then, considering Gojo himself didn’t once address his symptoms, despite them progressively getting worse to the point of becoming obvious to anyone within earshot. Sounds like neither of them were really having a great week.
“Yeah,” Gojo repeated when he recovered, sniffling and finally retrieving a hand from his pocket only to rub at his nose. “Don’t worry, though. When I exorcise those things and still have an extra day or two to sightsee in Fukuoka, I’ll be sure to bring back some souvenirs and desserts. We can eat them together, it’ll be like old times.”
“Hmm.” If it were really like old times, Geto thought, they’d have been eating those snacks together in the foreign city itself. But this wasn’t like old times, and a part of Geto didn’t want it to be, not any longer.
“What’s that snack you like from there? Some kind of potato chips? I’ll bring them for sure.”
He doesn’t even like salty snacks. Why is he saying all this now?
“No need,” Geto withdrew further, albeit a bit reluctantly. “I’ll be busy training the first-years. Won’t have much time to lounge about.”
That wasn’t entirely true. He did have to do that, but it wasn’t something that was going to leave him without even ten minutes, or however long Gojo would bother him for if given the chance, to spare to enjoy what was after all his favorite snack, though he wouldn’t be admitting that particular factoid at the moment. In theory it would be a nice break from hanging out with the younger kids, but Geto just didn’t want to have to sit there with Gojo eating snacks and reminiscing over his days fighting alongside the man and thinking he was protecting the world by accepting his duties as a Jujutsu sorcerer. Because what his latest revelation told him was that fighting the way he had was actually nothing more than a poor excuse to get said Jujutsu sorcerers killed. They had all been watching the Jujutsu numbers dwindle, especially recently, while the number of curses rapidly increased. Sitting around and collecting souvenirs certainly wasn’t going to help that, though it was fun.
“Oh, I’m sure you can find eating with me to be a nice break from all that mentoring,” Gojo said. He can read minds now too? “We could…” he trailed off, and Geto turned, expecting to hear some other comment about ‘the old times’, but instead found Gojo’s eyes squeezed shut and his knuckles pressed under his nose.
“hh’nDSHhh’iw! hh’tSSHHhyu!”
He sniffled sharply after, a thick sound that didn’t seem like it helped his worsening congestion at all. He tried again, sniffling even harder a second time, also apparently to no avail. It sounded rough though, to say the least, and Geto momentarily forgot about whatever pointless discussion they were having over foreign snacks.
“When do you leave for this?” He asked, unable to bite his tongue any longer.
“What, the mission?”
“Yes, the mission.” He raised a brow. “You sound terrible, Satoru. Don’t tell me you’re going to go fight like that.”
“Like what? I’m fine. Just getting over a bug that's been going around some of the students lately.” He sniffled again. “I’m supposed to leave in a few hours.”
“They couldn’t get another Grade 1 to cover for you?”
“Pretty sure these are Special Grade curses we’re fighting here.”
“I mean, I–” Geto started, then immediately cut himself off and regretted opening his mouth. But it was too late to backtrack now or come up with something new to say so he gritted his teeth and continued. “I could go.”
Gojo snapped his head to face him, eyebrows shooting up in surprise behind his glasses. “Is that so?” He made a show of thinking by tapping his index finger on his bottom lip. “If you want to fight so bad, you know you can just come with me.”
“Forget it,” Geto muttered.
Gojo laughed softly, which quickly turned into a cough. He turned his face away as he coughed once harshly, then cleared his throat and turned back. “Why are you so worried anyway? It’s just a small case of the sniffles.”
Not that small, by the looks of it. Geto didn’t trust himself to speak any longer and opted to remain silent. Why was he worried? And what was it that made him apparently so worried that he couldn’t even hold back on offering to take his place in an especially dangerous mission? This was the infamous Satoru Gojo he was speaking to now. There was nothing that man couldn’t handle… right?
But it did, in fact, bother him. That much he couldn’t deny. Maybe a part of that had to do with the fact that Gojo was never one to take care of himself properly, what with the last time he tried to fight while sick ending in him overexerting himself and promptly passing out before they could even call a taxi to get out of the curse site. At least then Geto was there to look after him and make sure he got home alright. Will that man ever admit that he can’t always do it all by himself?
“hh’yISSCHHh’iue!”
Geto snapped out of his thoughts. That sneeze was probably the worst-sounding of them all so far, and Gojo seemed to have noticed that too because he apparently felt he had to explain himself.
“Okay, uh.” Gojo cleared his throat. “I’m good now, I swear.”
He sounded like he was trying to convince himself of that more than anyone else. And, well, since Geto wasn’t exactly willing to go on the mission with him, what else could he do besides hope that his friend will be alright?
Geto sighed. “Will you at least take something?”
“Like what?” Gojo sniffled.
“Uh, I don’t know. Medicine?”
“Like what?”
Geto gave him a look. “Pabron, tylenol, decongestants, maybe? They’d help.”
“It’s fine. Trust me, it’s fine.”
Geto didn’t have to hear it to know that’s exactly what he would’ve said. Maybe that was the problem– he just knew Gojo too well. That’s what was making him worried enough to consider going on the mission. Maybe if he were to cut ties with him and everyone else here at Jujutsu high, he’d feel much better about going off to work on accomplishing the thing he really wanted to deep down. To stop curse formations at the source. To put an end to all the negative emotions humans release without having a clue about how much damage they’re really causing to the world. Maybe all he had to do was leave.
Ah, he was getting ahead of himself again. One problem at a time, right?
Geto paused his stride abruptly, causing Gojo to also come to a stop, a confused expression on his face.
“Come with me to my rooms,” Geto said, turning to walk in the other direction.
“What? Why?”
“I have a cabinet of medicines and I think you should take some with you to Fukuoka.” Gojo opened his mouth, probably to argue again, but Geto cut him off before he could get a word in. “And don’t you dare try to fight me on this. I’m well aware that you’re going to be ‘fine’ and that you can exorcise those curses even on your worst day, but that doesn’t take away from the fact that you are still sick, and that taking something will make you less sick. Just listen to me, for once.”
Gojo remained silent, just staring at Geto as if he was trying to read him. What was there to read? Geto thought he’d made himself perfectly clear.
Finally, after what felt like way more than the several seconds that it was, Gojo slowly nodded.
“Okay.”
At least there was that.
As the two of them headed back to the dorms, the conversation managed to take itself elsewhere, landing on a story involving a raccoon and one of the first-year students. Geto might have even smiled a little.
pushing back the tip of a person's nose and holding a flower right against their nostrils making them deeply breath it in. You can watch their nostrils twitch quiver and flare in real time but you don't remove the flower. You want to make sure you get as much in them as possible and all that mess will keep the pollen trapped inside if you make them hold back
B and A tend to have a yapper/listener dynamic — it’s just always worked out that way. B has a neverending stream of thoughts and stories and A has the patience of a saint.
A always knows when to nod or hum their approval, occassionally chipping in or offering short contributions.
So when A has been silent for the past ten minutes, their gaze drifting away from B and their eyes falling into an unfocussed lul, B pauses their story and prompts, “Hello? Earth to [A]”
A’s attention snaps back to B for just a second before they bury their nose into the crook of their elbow, sneezing once, twice, three times before re-emerging. Whether they had been trying to hold back the sneeze or had been teased by the sensation, B isn’t entirely sure — either way, B had interupted their focus.
“Oh, bless you, bless you, bless you!”
A flushes pink, offers a soft, “Thank you, sorry. You were saying?” and lets the conversation continue.
Two people hugging or cuddling, but one of them needs to sneeze and instead of turning away they press their couple closer so they can sneeze in the air behind them. Bonus points if the other person is a fetishist and hearing the sneeze right next to their ear makes them go weak in the knees
Oh? You have "the sniffles"? You think you're "catching a cold"? You're "very sneezy" today? Those flowers are "tickling your nose"? You're "all stuffed up"? ..ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME
