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@suguruftw
baby gojo pouting after his shower because he got scolded for playing with water
suguru geto x reader ft. date night!
suguru stared—respectfully, of course. he couldn't help but drink in the way the dress settled over your body, complementing your skin so prettily and swooping out with the softest skirt he'd ever seen. the pins in your hair caught on fragments of light every time you turned your head. he memorised the way your lashes curled when you blinked up at him, painted lips arching in a shy smile.
"is it okay?" the words were nervous.
suguru swallowed thickly, a hand already reaching out for your waist to drag you towards him. "gorgeous," he whispered, fingers running up your arms. "you're so perfect."
he let his hands wander, from the dip of your waist to the length of your legs, fingers leaving behind warmth like a trail of kisses. suguru was mesmerised, chest fluttering with all the soft emotions akin to when he first fell in love with you.
"we could stay back," he offered absently, his lips pressing butterfly kisses up your throat.
you giggled, swatting away his head as his hair tickled your jaw. "it took you weeks to confirm this dinner reservation, sugu. it would be a waste to miss it."
"yeah, you're right," he sighed into your neck. "when we get back, you're all mine for the night."
"i'm all yours for any night," you said, and he kissed your lips like it was a promise that needed to be sealed.
𝜗𝜚 love protocol — suguru geto
synopsis: you've hated suguru geto most of your life but a research project together causes old feelings to resurface.
au: academic enemies to lovers !
suguru geto was the bane of your existence.
sure, he was pretty and smart and utterly captivating—but nobody knew of the evil in his heart. they didn't know he printed all his papers right before midterms so there wouldn't be any ink left for you. that he used up all your sephora points on his expensive haircare. how he swiped the last grape-flavoured juice back in first grade. drank it right in front of you. left you thirsty and in tears as you trudged back home with no juice in hand.
you hated him since.
but fate worked in strange ways, so you both ended up applying for the same uni after high school. same major. same acceptance letter. so here you were.
"yo, number two!"
𝜗𝜚 love protocol — suguru geto
synopsis: you've hated suguru geto most of your life but a research project together causes old feelings to resurface.
au: academic enemies to lovers !
suguru geto was the bane of your existence.
sure, he was pretty and smart and utterly captivating—but nobody knew of the evil in his heart. they didn't know he printed all his papers right before midterms so there wouldn't be any ink left for you. that he used up all your sephora points on his expensive haircare. how he swiped the last grape-flavoured juice back in first grade. drank it right in front of you. left you thirsty and in tears as you trudged back home with no juice in hand.
you hated him since.
but fate worked in strange ways, so you both ended up applying for the same uni after high school. same major. same acceptance letter. so here you were.
"yo, number two!"
𝜗𝜚 love protocol — suguru geto
synopsis: you've hated suguru geto most of your life but a research project together causes old feelings to resurface.
au: academic enemies to lovers !
suguru geto was the bane of your existence.
sure, he was pretty and smart and utterly captivating—but nobody knew of the evil in his heart. they didn't know he printed all his papers right before midterms so there wouldn't be any ink left for you. that he used up all your sephora points on his expensive haircare. how he swiped the last grape-flavoured juice back in first grade. drank it right in front of you. left you thirsty and in tears as you trudged back home with no juice in hand.
you hated him since.
but fate worked in strange ways, so you both ended up applying for the same uni after high school. same major. same acceptance letter. so here you were.
"yo, number two!"
hey i loved your recent "we hug now" <3 will you consider a part 2? i'd be gladly seeing this (no pressure ofc!) <3
tysmm!!<3 im considering one but idk which direction to take w it yet so maybee not any time soon 🥲
𝜗𝜚 love protocol — suguru geto
synopsis: you've hated suguru geto most of your life but a research project together causes old feelings to resurface.
au: academic enemies to lovers !
suguru geto was the bane of your existence.
sure, he was pretty and smart and utterly captivating—but nobody knew of the evil in his heart. they didn't know he printed all his papers right before midterms so there wouldn't be any ink left for you. that he used up all your sephora points on his expensive haircare. how he swiped the last grape-flavoured juice back in first grade. drank it right in front of you. left you thirsty and in tears as you trudged back home with no juice in hand.
you hated him since.
but fate worked in strange ways, so you both ended up applying for the same uni after high school. same major. same acceptance letter. so here you were.
"yo, number two!"
𝜗𝜚 we hug now — suguru geto
childhood friends to strangers to meeting frat!geto all over again.
you were ten, all scraped knees and pink princess plasters, when you met suguru geto for the first time.
his family had just moved in next door, and your mum took you along to greet the new neighbours. "be nice," she whispered just before the door opened. "hi, we're from next door! we wanted to welcome you into the neighbourhood!"
"that's so lovely, thank you so much!" a nice lady was smiling at you. "is this your daughter?"
you were staring at the boy behind the nice lady. at his curious eyes, dark hair—and long. you never saw a boy with long hair before. more importantly, you were taller than him. as all friendly neighbourhood tales go, you both soon became friends and grew up together.
twelve, with hands sticky from eating popsicles all summer and new pink plasters on geto's knees.
fourteen, where he was now taller than you and his hair had grown out, tied up into a bun that only you were allowed to mess up.
sixteen, lying on your backs on his rooftop, fingertips not quite touching as he pointed out the constellations to you.
𝜗𝜚 we hug now — suguru geto
childhood friends to strangers to meeting frat!geto all over again.
you were ten, all scraped knees and pink princess plasters, when you met suguru geto for the first time.
his family had just moved in next door, and your mum took you along to greet the new neighbours. "be nice," she whispered just before the door opened. "hi, we're from next door! we wanted to welcome you into the neighbourhood!"
"that's so lovely, thank you so much!" a nice lady was smiling at you. "is this your daughter?"
you were staring at the boy behind the nice lady. at his curious eyes, dark hair—and long. you never saw a boy with long hair before. more importantly, you were taller than him. as all friendly neighbourhood tales go, you both soon became friends and grew up together.
twelve, with hands sticky from eating popsicles all summer and new pink plasters on geto's knees.
fourteen, where he was now taller than you and his hair had grown out, tied up into a bun that only you were allowed to mess up.
sixteen, lying on your backs on his rooftop, fingertips not quite touching as he pointed out the constellations to you.
𝜗𝜚 we hug now — suguru geto
childhood friends to strangers to meeting frat!geto all over again.
you were ten, all scraped knees and pink princess plasters, when you met suguru geto for the first time.
his family had just moved in next door, and your mum took you along to greet the new neighbours. "be nice," she whispered just before the door opened. "hi, we're from next door! we wanted to welcome you into the neighbourhood!"
"that's so lovely, thank you so much!" a nice lady was smiling at you. "is this your daughter?"
you were staring at the boy behind the nice lady. at his curious eyes, dark hair—and long. you never saw a boy with long hair before. more importantly, you were taller than him. as all friendly neighbourhood tales go, you both soon became friends and grew up together.
twelve, with hands sticky from eating popsicles all summer and new pink plasters on geto's knees.
fourteen, where he was now taller than you and his hair had grown out, tied up into a bun that only you were allowed to mess up.
sixteen, lying on your backs on his rooftop, fingertips not quite touching as he pointed out the constellations to you.
the last dandelion — suguru geto
part 1! (current chapter) – part 2
synopsis: you notice your classmate spiralling after riko's death. he needs a friend—and even a freshman such as yourself would suffice. right?
tw: mentions of depression
**𐙚***𐙚***𐙚***𐙚***𐙚***𐙚***𐙚***𐙚***𐙚***𐙚***𐙚**
freshman year
suguru geto.
you only knew of his name first, and then the boy himself as he took his first steps into jujutsu high. quiet, reserved, and a bit mean at times but you'd come to learn he was just as kind. it didn't take long for you to fall trap to his magnetic charm. the low purr of his voice and low-lidded eyes, silky locks he tied back from his face.
geto barely knew you. sure, he remembered your name but only out of respect, to know who his juniors were. you certainly weren't as close with him as gojo or shoko were.
you didn't mind. you would take what you could, the little glimpses of his smile or small brush of his hand against yours. anything to exist within the same axis, even if you were nothing more than a distant side character in his bright, bright life.
until fushiguro toji happened. that's when everything began to fall apart.
the last dandelion — suguru geto
part 1 – part 2! (current chapter)
synopsis: you notice your classmate spiralling after riko's death. he needs a friend—and even a freshman such as yourself would suffice. right?
sometimes you found yourself in suguru's room. it was left unlocked, but you weren't surprised. at one point during your strange camaraderie he had always kept his door unlocked for you.
the room was a snapshot in time. his clothes still hung by the door, and his books were still opened in mid-study. magazines scattered on the table. water bottle half-empty. he had taken nothing when he left, they said, but your dandelions were missing.
you left his room for the last time.
the last dandelion — suguru geto
part 1 – part 2! (current chapter)
synopsis: you notice your classmate spiralling after riko's death. he needs a friend—and even a freshman such as yourself would suffice. right?
sometimes you found yourself in suguru's room. it was left unlocked, but you weren't surprised. at one point during your strange camaraderie he had always kept his door unlocked for you.
the room was a snapshot in time. his clothes still hung by the door, and his books were still opened in mid-study. magazines scattered on the table. water bottle half-empty. he had taken nothing when he left, they said, but your dandelions were missing.
you left his room for the last time.
biker!suguru who loves late night drives and cruising between cars so of course the first thing he ever learned to ride was a motorbike.
biker!suguru who's always getting furtive glances and napkins covered in lipstick and phone numbers everywhere he goes. it's the motorbike effect, he'll say, but really, it's him.
biker!suguru who's in a rush the day he suddenly swerves to avoid hitting a pedestrian. he ends up hurting his arm and his bike's scratched but more importantly, you're the first by-stander to rush over to him.
biker!suguru who blinks when you whip out a phone to dial 911. "sir, are you okay? does it hurt any where?" he doesn't immediately reply because he's mesmerised. "think i have a concussion," he finally whispers, fuelling your panic.
biker!suguru who uses every bit of your concern to get your details "to thank you properly" before you have to leave his side when the medics arrive.
biker!suguru who's in front of your apartment the next day, tall frame leaning against his motorbike. black leather jacket and helmet tucked under an arm. long hair loosely tied up, a few strands in his pretty face. uninjured.
biker!suguru who shrugs when you accuse him of lying about a concussion but his lips are fighting a smirk. "i really did think i was hallucinating an angel. just wanted to reconfirm."
biker!suguru who sounds like a bad idea but it doesn't hurt to try, right?
biker!suguru who loves late night drives and cruising between cars so of course the first thing he ever learned to ride was a motorbike.
biker!suguru who's always getting furtive glances and napkins covered in lipstick and phone numbers everywhere he goes. it's the motorbike effect, he'll say, but really, it's him.
biker!suguru who's in a rush the day he suddenly swerves to avoid hitting a pedestrian. he ends up hurting his arm and his bike's scratched but more importantly, you're the first by-stander to rush over to him.
biker!suguru who blinks when you whip out a phone to dial 911. "sir, are you okay? does it hurt any where?" he doesn't immediately reply because he's mesmerised. "think i have a concussion," he finally whispers, fuelling your panic.
biker!suguru who uses every bit of your concern to get your details "to thank you properly" before you have to leave his side when the medics arrive.
biker!suguru who's in front of your apartment the next day, tall frame leaning against his motorbike. black leather jacket and helmet tucked under an arm. long hair loosely tied up, a few strands in his pretty face. uninjured.
biker!suguru who shrugs when you accuse him of lying about a concussion but his lips are fighting a smirk. "i really did think i was hallucinating an angel. just wanted to reconfirm."
biker!suguru who sounds like a bad idea but it doesn't hurt to try, right?
suguru geto x reader ft. his hair!
bf!suguru who allows you to play with his hair after he's taken a shower, letting you boss him into a tiny stool across your vanity and instructing him to stay still.
bf!suguru who lets you clip his freshly-washed hair back with rhinestone pins, coy eyes following yours as you decide which hairstyle you want to try.
bf!suguru who takes his role as your personal model very seriously as you gather supplies to work magic into his pretty hair, never once complaining about your antics.
bf!suguru who doesn't mind when you tuck yourself into his lap at one point, your legs tired of holding yourself up once an hour has passed by.
bf!suguru who only frowns when you don't let him kiss you, because you're sure it'll mess up the front bangs you've carefully styled.
bf!suguru who steals a kiss from your lips anyway, a self-satisfied smile on his face as you glare at him for ruining your hard work.
bf!suguru who just pulls you closer to his chest and purrs, "go on, angel. i'll behave this time."
sick!reader x various jjk! men
> suguru geto
"made you soup," was suguru's greeting as he entered the bedroom. dark curtains had been tightly drawn shut over windows, the only source of light spilling from the hall behind suguru as he left the door open. a bowl was placed on the nightstand besides you as suguru approached the lump on the bed. a finger prodded at your cheek, eliciting a muffled groan.
"i know, angel, but you have to eat," suguru replied reasonably. his fingers found your neck, rubbing little circles into your skin. "think you can handle a few bites for me?"
your eyes finally cracked open to glare up at him. "i'm sick," you sniffled, trying to push his hand away but your body was so sore, too tired to obey your commands. "get out, sugu. you're gonna catch a cold too."
a small laugh escaped his throat. "i don't mind." his lips pressed against your forehead, a cool relief to the feverish warmth of your body. "you'll take care of me, yeah?"