suguru is very cautious when getting to know you. he’s a nice guy, of course. just has a few walls to break down.
he’s sweet from the get-go. smiling politely (it’s a smile that teeters between being friendly and actually genuine), sitting beside you when you’re alone, or even joining you when you get a little peckish and crave food that isn’t bland campus cuisine.
he holds himself at an arm’s length, feeling you out silently. every word you say is particularly engraved into the linings of his brain, and he holds his cards close to his chest, responding in only the most deliberate of ways.
and, he finds that there is never a moment where he is turned away.
he learns that you’re quite authentic. not to say he expected less — but it’s nice that you’re truly meaningful. suguru knows he’s a good-looking guy. heads tend to turn towards him out in public, and he’s accepted the natural feat like normality, now used to the attention. however, it’s attention that not always comes from the best places of interest. personality is where he really shines, he believes. he’s a bit more than a being of attraction.
you seem to understand that. a little too well, in fact. perhaps it’s as the poets would say — he is half of your soul.
“feel good?”
his eyes are closed, so pleasantly he’s sure he might fall asleep. the hairbrush is gentle in your hands, he feels each bristle nicely tingling across his scalp. and your voice is so soft, it’s like you want him to send him into a coma of delight.
suguru’s head leans back a bit further in his seat, and he nods a little sluggishly. he smiles when he hears your laugh.
“okay, sleeping beauty.”
maybe you’ve trailed far too close to his heart, but god, domesticity feels wonderful. like a world full of color, served to him on the finest gold platter.
so, yes. it means a lot when you unravel him just for him. no ill intent. when you take time to learn all about him, when you’re so attentive to his every silent need, and much, much, later (at least, when he finally notices), when your eyes don’t constantly carry the looks of seduction that he’s so accustomed to seeing from other people. just pure adoration. love. stars that keep shining, a pool of light. the sight is so foreign, and suguru thinks he’s never seen anything prettier. he’s possibly the biggest lover boy ever, head over heels for you.
cw: incest, cisfem!reader (she/her), use of ''nii-san'', slight dacryphilia, MDNI
suguru always asks you to brush his hair after he showers. doesn't bother to dress himself beyond the towel slung low around his hips because, well, you're family, after all. bound together by flesh and blood and skinned knees and the melted ice cream you used to share on hot summer days. nothing you haven't seen before.
"wasn't too long ago that we used to take baths together," he reminds you as you settle onto the bed behind him, legs splayed out in a v that parallels his hips. your chest brushes against his still damp back. part of him wants to scold you, you're getting your shirt wet, naughty girl, but he gives into desire and leans into their warmth.
you guide the brush along the curve of his neck with gentle hands. a familiar hunger stirs in his gut as you tuck a loose strand behind his ear. the wolf in his heart licks it's lips. always so soft for him. always so sweet.
(that's how he dreams you, too. all soft lips and sweet little moans as you squirm beneath him. delicate eyelashes wet with tears as his cock stretches your hole. he licks them from your cheeks with a greedy tongue, every whimper of his name "sugu-nii, sugu-nii!" urging him to thrust deeper, deeper, to take more and more and more of you until he's left with nothing but a plate to lick clean.)
"you say that like you miss it," you chuckle. suguru feels the hairs on the back of his neck raise at the heat of your breath. the wolf gnashes it's fangs.
he slides the pads of his fingers along your bare knee, delighting in the way you shiver beneath him. "what would you say," he asks, "if i told you that i did?"
you puff air from your nose. he can see it clearly in his minds eye, the rabbit-like twitch of your nose before it scrunches into a pout. it's terribly cute. oftentimes as a child he'd pull on your pig-tails just to see it. "that you're weird, nii-san."
he traces his thumb up the slope of your leg. he smirks at the gooseflesh that trails behind him. "am i now?"
"very," you agree easily. "that's nothing new, though."
his hand stills. "oh yeah?"
"yeah."
you set the brush aside. the bed creaks. your arms circle around his neck. he the floral scent of your shared shampoo overwhelms his nostrils. he can feel your breasts pressing into his naked back, protected only by the thin cotton of your borrowed shirt. the wolf in him drools. is that what it feels like to be devoured?
you drag your nails along his collarbone. he swallows. when you speak again, it is softly, sweetly, but unmistakably hungry.
Crying about Geto because he … he went through so much. Geto was compassionate and idealistic before he defected. After such intense, prolonged trauma caused by the darkness of humans, and after growing disillusioned towards the world due to how unhelpful jujutsu society was— Geto felt utterly confused, resentful, and abandoned. The very system that was supposed to represent goodness (Jujutsu Society) simply prolonged the cycle of pain and suffering. It failed everyone— it failed him. In his turmoil, Geto was overcome by disenchantment, losing his faith, his good nature replaced with bitterness and a developed, narrow perspective on the world. Geto believed people were unworthy of ruling, and the only way to save the world from its already unjust systems, was to overthrow everything and use power to rule.
Do I believe what Geto did was okay? Absolutely not. He had much too rigid a way of seeing humans— as all bad— and that was a fallacy. But he was only 17 when he faced such confusing, extreme, difficult circumstances. I can’t blame him. He WAS good. But being around constant darkness wore him down, thus he descended into a callous man devoid of empathy. His actions after defecting are deplorable and not okay, however, he truly deserves compassion too. Many in his situation would’ve ended up horribly warped like him.
Lourdes, I need more of your delicious Geto thoughts-
Do you think he would be secretive about your relationship or enjoy pda? Also how would he feel about others trying to flirt with you? What are some of the things he likes to do to let others know you’re his?
what it’s like dating geto suguru <3
tags: sfw, kissing, pda (slightly suggestive).
an: JAZZ YES LETS GO! this isn’t even all of it🤭
I think it’s subtle but not secretive at all, like when people look at you two for longer than a few seconds the love is so intense and unwavering it’s ridiculously obvious and hard to look away because of how in sync you two are. He’s smitten and I don’t think he hides it at all, it shows in his pda in fact! His pda to me is very much, hugs from behind with sweet kisses to your temple/cheekbone/cheek and or the corner of your mouth, he also does that thing where he loops your scarf around your neck and pulls you close with it so he can kiss your lips/forehead. You’re always coiled together somehow, like he loves where you sit with your back against his chest so he can put his chin on your head, hands resting on your thighs (his hair smells amazing🤭). He’s quite clingy really, his hair is always tickling you and falling around you in long silky curtains because he’s always wrapped around you, he’s so broad and his embrace feels so safe. He always smells so ridiculously good too, like vanilla and something a little oaky. But also like fresh soap ALL THE TIME.
As far as others, I think he gets playfully jealous because they’d never be any reason for you to look elsewhere😌. He knows this. But I think if people were flirting too obviously, he’d walk over, loop an arm around your waist and be like, “hey, beautiful, ready to go home?” all smirking, tucking his hair behind his ear before ducking to give you a sweet kiss. I do also think he’d be kind of outrageous sometimes if he’d had a few drinks; he’d walk over and hug you from behind, a hand sliding up to rest just under your breasts in the centre. You’re all like, “suguru! stop! ah, sorry this is my partner!” whilst giggling into his touch, your body is as much his as it is yours. Your cheeks heat as he maintains eye contact with the person flirting with you as he kisses along the curve of your neck until he reaches your ear to whisper a silky, “mm, let’s go home.”
Things he likes to do to let others know is definitely that you guys have subtle matching things, like scarves, earrings, necklaces especially! Like a simple silver necklace that matches and hangs from each of your necks, I think he likes to hold hands too, and carry all your bags. His phone background is either deffo one of you in a robe on one of your spa getaways together, glass in hand, his large hand smushing both of your cheeks whilst you laugh, or it’s you all dolled up sat opposite him in a restaurant, with your eyes half-lidded, looking at him with all the love in the world. People are always shocked when they see it, but he’s so quiet and gentle, that it’s not unexpected. He smiles proudly as he says, “that’s my fiancé/partner. I know, she’s absolutely beautiful.”
He also loves to pick you up from work, flustering everybody because he always whispers in your ear, and you always look so flustered, that or your attention is immediately captivated by him. (He brings flowers sometimes too, or food- your favourites). You can’t take your eyes of one another. Loving Suguru is intense, quietly intense. Sometimes you can barely be apart, because he feels like home too much, so calm, so soft. And his arms feel like home. Hugging you hello with his hand cupping your head as he whispers a soft, “Okaeri” (welcome home)
Geto overall as a partner. He dotes on you, rubbing your hands when it’s cold out, wrapping your scarf around you, holding your umbrella, always gazing at you with so much love. Always smiling when he asks, “I didn’t ask what you’d eaten, I asked if it was something you enjoyed?” When you tell him no, especially because you didn’t eat with him, he’s leaning over for a kiss. “Then let’s go to your favourite place for dinner.” This man knows everything and anything about you, and you to him. He loves long deep conversations about everything from your childhood, to your first friendships, your family, your deepest desires, fears, he commits every day in how he loves you, treasures you, continues to learn you. “Arguments” with him don’t even last more than an hour, he never raises his voice either, he’s an amazing communicator, always calm, always making you feel heard, they happen so rarely because you talk about everything and you know you’re in it for life. Being with Geto feels the most like being yourself because you can just be, and he can just be, you love each other unconditionally.
Hullo, do you take requests? If you do, can you please write a countryside garderner au! with yn and Suguru Geto, maybe throw in some slowburn and fluff (gotta represent the countryside lifestyle) thank you and have a nice day!
hi my love!!!
unfortunately i do not take any specific sorta requests, BUTTT i love to get little suggestions/ideas like these :) this is so cute !!!
like tell me you can’t imagine him getting up at dawn with his hair a little disheveled and cheeks a little sunburnt from spending so much time outside. and maybe something cliché happens, where your car breaks down in front of his proud, growing crops and flowers and sorts. and like the gentlemen he is, he invites you inside his home and gives you a tour of the prettiest garden you’ve ever seen. oh, and he knows how to do everything. so he fixes your car for you :P but you don’t really think your initial destination is that urgent to go to anymore.
or or or you’re the gardener, and suguru actually sees your garden before meeting you. it’s a rural area, so a lot of the fields are owned by pure mystery. anyway, you see him lurking a little (not in a creepy way, he’s admiring everything so intently that he doesn’t register you calling out to him at first.) you end up sitting on the field, talking for a long time, and you find out he’s on a mini roadtrip to go visit a few friends. (he describes one of them as having neon (?) blue eyes, and you make a face, slightly disturbed.) he laughs at you, because it’s the first time he’s ever received that reaction.
you guys exchange phone numbers :3 and to your surprise, you find him back at the fields a few days later. these ‘coincidental’ visits become undoubtedly more frequent.
he kinda makes you feel a bit weird. but you don’t tell him that, of course. he gets this annoyingly cute smirk on his face when you say something embarrassing.
and okay i’ve gotten somewhat carried away and lost the plot
big brother suguru how you haunt me...i just know he's a panty thief. and he gets away with it so brazenly!!! always offering to throw in a load of your clothes when he's doing his laundry. "you've got enough on your plate, sweet girl, let me handle this :)" and he's just so considerate, assuring you he'll fold everything as well, nice and neat, not one crease (he even cleans the lint trap! how thoughtful!)
but when you mention a pair or two of your panties is missing he's just like "oh really? how strange...maybe they got mixed in with your other clothes, have you checked your wardrobe? ...not there, huh? hmm. that really is odd... well, i'm sure they'll turn up eventually! :)"
despite his assurances a few days turn into a few weeks and you just can't find them; normally it wouldn't be that much of an issue but you really liked that pair, had actually bought them in preparation for a date you'd planned--not that it mattered now. the guy never even showed. you convey this through tears to suguru, who listens patiently like always, brushing the wet from your eyes with gentle hands. once you've calmed he tells you not to worry and that he'll buy you a whole new set to make up for it. any protest that it's too expensive or he didn't have to do that, it's your fault for losing them anyway are dismissed. "don't fret, sweet girl. just let you big brother do this for you, alright?"
(little do you know that missing garment has been tucked carefully into his back pocket, never to be seen by the light of day again.)
