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happy birthday to my god suguru geto!!!!!!
THEY ANIMATED THE KFC IM GOING TO KMS
Jjk s2 ep 4 spoilers
THE WORM ACTUALLY CALLED SUGURU "MOTHER" I AM SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW
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Internet key! Gojo Headcanons
!!!- alternative history, not at all canon (of course), color coded for people who read fast or can't read at all.
(based on the latest artwork by @saterise, the one with a bleeding Geto holding up the phone to his face with Gojo's eye on the screen.)
He has been trapped since his creation in the 90's and keeps getting updated for use in undercover internet society today.
Was nearly taken down by an internet cult society that wanted to disrupt the social order of the undercover internet policing society- the Jujutsu Sorcerers of Online Peace (JSOP)
JSOP is a small unknown government organization that was created and based in Japan, but is extended thinly worldwide. It clears out or rather, "exorsizes" bugs, malware and worms from popular online sites, forums and the like.
Internet Key! Gojo is actually called the Six Eyes Eliminator Program. The programe, called Gojo for some odd reason, was made alongside other programs like itself- yet excelled in all aspects of online protection.
The second best program was called the Malware Manipulation and Demolisher Project, also coined the 'Geto Program'. The Geto Program was created to buffer the Eliminator Program should it go haywire- which it did do in it's earlier renditions.
The most impactful JSOP program to boot was the Dissector and Dismantling System. In the early days of the internet, hackers, online scammers and the like ran rampant on the internet. The DDS ran like water on a smooth hill from its first rendition. That was until sometime later, the creator of the system found a bug in it, the entire programme collapsed and became corrupted in under a day. Nearly $10B were lost in the week after, and what they started reporting in the following month was horrifying.
An identical copy of the system (or was it the corrupted DDS itself?) was being run through the dark web, snatching up more than portfolios, bank details, and until then, well kept secrets from a certain local internet police group. Hell it was even being used by hackers and malware subscribers to corrupt other people's devices and services.
Within 3.5 months, the corrupted DDS was vanquished- nicknamed the 'Worst Program in Existence'. It was repossessed by the JSOP and broken apart across the internet of Japan. (It didn't get broken apart worldwide because it would harm the integrity of the organization).
10 years after the termination of the DDS, the Gojo System, The Six Eyes Eliminator Program was created. There were some good bug destroying projects during that decade for sure, but the Gojo System was something else. Investors and government officials with insider information flocked to see what it could do; salivating at the idea of getting something to hide their discrepancies and horrible search histories.
The Internet Key! Gojo is used nonstop today, able to see and protect all types of networks and devices around the world. Currently- it trains and advises new types of technologies each year.
Lmao Sukuna is a baseball ⚾ and also plane ✈️lover headcanons
1. Every time he bets on a team, they miraculously always win. Even if he gets on an objectively bad team, somehow the renowned better doing opposers keep losing. Somehow
2. Will occasionally go on rants to anyone and also no one about how this wholly American sport should have been invented by Japanese people (I also hc that he is pretty nationalistic) in his day
3. Absolutely %100 a keyboard warrior who is occasionally active on Twitter (not really a surprise) to argue with people about why baseball is better than most (no- contact) sports.
4. He does like Hockey (the sheer brutality and also punching people parts) and Football (no explanation needed)
5. Loves going on autistic rants about why planes are so cool and awesome and amazing and also has many (many) ideas and blueprints to make them more accommodating for people of larger sizes (this is for his Heian Era form)
6. He, in deed, really likes fighter jets and has watched many playthroughs of games centered around flying and just tearing shit up
6.5 (coughs in he absolutely has watched too many CoD streams and may have acquired a new barrage of vocabulary)
7. Headcanon that he liked ⚾ enough to go to a few (at least 25) games and engage in The Usual Riffraff™:
7a. Go headfirst in autistic debates about the sport with other fanatics.
7b. Gets way too much themed things but also a few VERY rare and signed pieces from some legends themselves. Somehow he acquired a ball signed by (Insert Famous ⚾Player Here).
8. He sits in the airport too much just looking at planes taking off, landing and getting fuel.
9. He'd probably actually do some grunt work and do surprise surveys about planes on passengers.
10. Most likely almost got lost when he got enraptured by one of his favorite models (___) and strayed too close to it entrance.
10.5 he should've gotten on that plane, it was going to The Bahamas.
11. Sukuna is to ✈️ and ⚾ like Gojo is too annoying people. Can't help it; won't stop it.
12. Modern Sorcerer! Sukuna absolutely barges into Geto one day while the latter is flying on his pelican (don't ask why Sukuna was in the air) and Sukuna went on a tangent about how Helicopters and their pelican siblings need to be planes instead.
I made this meme like a month or 2 ago. It fits so well here
Don’t mind the blue writing but here’s another drawing of slender man months prior to the other one:3 and don’t mind my hand writing either I have really shit writing😖😖
SatoSugu but it T4Tppppa
Fluffy/No Lemon!, GAY, trans Gojo, Trans Geto, technically Canon Compliant, doomed!yaoi because if I can't be happy then neither can you, T4T, fanfiction
Paring- Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto
WARNINGS- [Name/Pronoun] - when a character is called by their dead name or they are misgendered. I won't call them or make up a deadname for them, this is just to show you when its happening.
Red is for [Geto]
Blue is for [Gojo]
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Part 1
- it was so odd coming to Jujutsu High in Tokyo- such a big empty school, away from civilization in a way. it was nestled aways in the mountains. and at some point- you'd have to stop taking a car so you could walk the winding stairs on foot.
- 'this should be fun', was thought by a certain new sorcerer to the school.
- '[he] calls [himself] [Suguru Geto], and [he] has just transferred here from a different school in the city', spoke Yaga, one of the few teachers at the highschool. he said this to two of his pupils, Satoru Gojo and Ieiri Shoko.
- he had known both of them since they came to the school.
- Gojo hailed from the most prestigious jujutsu clan, the Gojo Clan, and was heralded as 'The Strongest' since his birth. he was the only sorcerer on earth who wielded the Six Eyes and Limitless techniques. as of now, noone was able to match him, for he was a greatly apt and skilled fighter. monumentally great and perfect at all things he set out to do. but even if those were the luxuries afforded to him by his title and skill- he was not free of the weight of the chains that shackled him to his duty as a jujutsu sorcerer.
- being the strongest, as one could only describe Satoru Gojo, meant keeping and holding and uplifting extreme expectations in the jujutsu world - at least, that's what Gojo was taught since birth.
- Ieiri Shoko was one of Gojo's closest friends. She was a sorcerer who was gifted with a great grasp of RCT, Reverse Curse Technique, and was on her way to becoming one of the greatest jujutsu technical doctors today. She was more aloof, as one could put it, than Nanami and Yaga combined. even so- she always found a way to put up with Gojo's attitude.
- Gojo didn't seem very interested in the new transfer student, so he didn't hear when Yaga had told him that he'd be the one to show [him] around the school. after Shoko left for something else, and after having repeated himself for a 3rd time when Gojo was listening- Yaga sighed, stood up and walked towards the window where he began to muse-
- 'Gojo', started the teacher, 'make sure you're nice to the new kid. make 'em feel welcome. i heard that [he] was kicked out of his old school for not only the misuse of [his] cursed technique, but also for something that seemed more... personal. hopefully you'll both get along. i'd hate to see someone feel as cast out as you did before.'
- the mention of the first days when Gojo came to jjh made him cringe. he tried to keep himself neutral to all things, but remembering the things he had endured before coming here was something he couldn't stand the think about.
- Gojo stood and bowed silently before leaving the room to find the new student. face stoney and uncharacteristic, he made his way through the almost bare balls of JJH. passing a few students that whispered and gawked at him in envy, intimidation and judgement. unfortunately for him, as much as he'd like to not admit it, almost everyone knew who he was before coming here. yet not a single soul even dared to confront him about it.
@arcielee @katkot333 @humanransome-note @sillyariii @numelfanclub
End of Part 1
If you want to I will create a tag list for you
IF I HAVE TO READ THE WORD TITULAR ON WIKIFANDOM AGAIN IM GOING TO PULL A GETO SUGURU AND N O N E OF US WILL BE HAPPY ABOUT THAT
Im writing an expanded essay from my post about Love, Vulnerability and Blindfolds in jjk.
I need help answering these questions
Love
What is love?
How is love seen in (mainstream) society?
How is love thought of by allo people (people who're not a-spec)?
How is love thought of by a-spec people?
How is love represented in jjk?
What do the characters of jjk think of love?
What do they say about it?
Blindfolds
What is a blindfold?
What does it do?
How is it used?
Who wears them?
Why are they important?
Who do the characters of jjk associate blindfolds with?
Why is it/that character important?
Vulnerability
What does it mean to be vulnerable?
How does mainstream society see vulnerability?
Who seems to be (the most) vulnerable in society/jjk?
What does the protag/mento Gojo Satoru think of vulnerability?
What does Ryomen Sukuna think if vulnerability?
What does he do when faced with vulnerability?
Has he ever been vulnerable before?
Answer any and all questions youd like. I'm just gonna write an extended essay on the topic
- On the Themes of Love, Vulnerability and Blindfolds in Jujutsu Kaisen -
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TAGS/WARNINGS- Implied/Slight spoilers for the Jjk Anime and Manga.
THESE ARE THOUGHTS THAT I WAS HAVING THAT I STRUNG TOGETHER- please don't come at me about the working I already know it's horrible.
((if you want to add one your own takes or pick apart mine, please do so cuz I eat this shit up like food on thanksgiving (and tag me I wanna see what you come up with))
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Love
Vulnerability
Blind love
Love is blind
Justice is blind
Love is not Justice and v.v.
(Justice and Love are two sides of the same coin but this is a conversation for another day)
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Justice is impartial
"Lady Justice wears a blindfold to represent impartial justice and everyday people close their eyes to shield themselves from reality"
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Gojo is not Justice
Gojo is Jusitce
Gojo is not impartial- he uses a blindfold to create a physical barrier between himself and others.
Gojo wears a blindfold to keep his memory of Geto in
Gojo wears a blindfold like a mask; a personally built facade to keep others out
Gojo harbours immense and infinite cursed energy
Gojo harbors immense and infinite love
Gojo's birth caused a boom in cursed energy/spirits to appear
Geto was born to mitigate (swallow) all of it
Geto was born to cancel out the effects of Gojo's birth
Geton was born to accept Gojo's love
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Gojo's immense and infinite love/cursed energy was meant for someone who is no longer with us;
He uses it sparringly
Basically never•
Few and far between•
Taking off the blindfold means to be vulnerable
Gojo has his blindfold off when he runs into Kenjaku (in his pov, it was Geto)
Gojo is vulnerable around Geto.
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Vulnerability is a weakness
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'Curses that work together in groups are weak'
Groups are weak
To Sukuna, Yuji making friends practically wherever he goes is a sign of weakness
But Yuji is strong
He subdues Sukuna for the greater part of the entire story
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Yuji and his friends are strong together
There is strength in numbers
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It's lonely at the top
It's lonely being the strongest
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Love means to be vulnerable and compromise strength in lieu of compassion and connection
Sukuna tries to 'connect' but is pushed away when his methods don't work
Sukuna uses extreme violence to play with and 'connect' to others
Most individuals don't want to connect that way
Sukuna doesn't use Yuji's methids of connection because that goes against everything he stands for
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Love is the worst curse of them all
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Who will teach Sukuna love?
Sukuna does not need to be taught love;
He has no use for it
___ will teach ___ (Sukuna) love
Sukuna is the strongest sorcerer in history
Sukuna is the King if Curses
Sukuna is the King of Love
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Sacrifices
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In order to make one, you need to sacrifice something
How much has Sukuna sacrificed to become the strongest?
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Binding Vows
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Love means to make sacrifieces
Love means to make sacrifices
Love means to be vulnerable
Gojo sacrificed Geto (and his love) for the greater good (and for other obvious reason)
Gojo loved Geto
Gojo cannot stand out when paired with Geto
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Hidden Inventory Arc (anime) - Gojo's eyes seem duller and less illustrious than usual,
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Gojo stands out when Geto is not around
Gojo is The Strongest
The Strongest isn't vulnerable
Gojo is vulnerable with Geto
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Sukuna believes vulnerablility is weak
Yuji wears his heart on his sleeve
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Gojo closed his heart.away after Geto died
Gojo never puts down infinity again (with minor exceptions)
Gojo wears a blindfold to keep others out
Taking off the blindfold means to be vulnerable
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Vulnerability is a weakness
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*The suffix -utl, "Something and nothing at once, polar opposites existing simultaneously."*
Love-utl
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Sukuna does not love
Sukuna hates Yuji
Gojo can love, chooses not to
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Love is sacrifice
Sukuna doesn't love anyone but himself
Sukuna rejected and sacrificed his previous (human) identity for his cursed one
Sukuna loves himself
Gojo loves loved Geto
Goji is immensely fond of others (his students/close friends)
Yuji loves (pretty much) everyone
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Gojo/Sukuna/Yuji is the strongest
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1. Love is sacrifice
- Gojo sacrificed Geto; his love
- Sukuna sacrificed everything else; his humanity
- Yuji sacrificed his previous peaceful life so he could save more people in his sorcerer life
2. Love is vulnerability
- Gojo swore to never be vulnerable again; his love came back to bite him again in his adult years and he payed the price for it; love is weakness
- Sukuna is not vulnerable; it is a weakness; the weak should die
- Yuji is vulnerable with his friends and is always ready to use his compassion for the best outcome; Yuji is open with his companions
3. Love is the worst curse of them all
- Love took the only person that could accept him; Gojo rarely uses love anymore
- Sukuna is the King of Curses, therefore the King of Love by proxy; Sukuna hates love; doesn't need to be taught it; Sukuna hates Yuji
- Yuji harbors the King of Curses
- Yuji defeated the King of Love
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Love is the worst curse of them all
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Love is not a curse
Love is strength
There is strength in numbers
Groups- together, connection, vulnerability, sacrifice- are strength
Yuji is/has all of these
Yuji is strong
Yuji defeated the King of Curses
Yuji harbors immense love
Sukuna hates love
Sukuna hates Yuji
Love is the worst curse of them all
Yuji is the worst curse of them all
Yuji is strong
Love is strength
Love is vulnerable
Yuji is both,
Love-utl,
Yuji is love
Yuji is The Strongest
--- Notes ---
*Please see (Tess of the Road, Rachel Hartman)
•"Basically never - few and far between":
I was making a reference to Gojo's infinity, how no one could ever get close to him. Fitting, no?
Hehehe I'm so glad I saw this when I diddd >:]]]]
Ty for replying to my ask, such deliciousness I had the biggest grin on my face lmao <<<3
Anyways, to add off of your transmasc geto hc's I want to give you mine. They're (not at all) loosely based off Hamilton, the musical, and I got idea to write about them when I did hc's for aroace transmasc Sukuna*.
They're a little less personally in-depth than yours but I feel like the vibe is the same. (I link it below for you <3)
*this one was based off the character analysis' by @thepersonperson
i saw that you posted (or reblogged tf if I remember) Geto w/ top surgery scars and now I want to hear you infodump to me about it because I'm all for this hc/au/crack crazy idea now
(I need to be asleep rn but idg2f's)
Youdont understand how insane I am about geto being trans. It makes sm sense 2 me with him constantly questioning his morality and allat is so me coded. As a trans person, u always gotta question why everything is, everything needs an answer. It's mostly 2 confirm and validate urself and the world around u. Another thing, didn't bro kill his parents? Js sayin....kinda a mood for trans characters.... even tho ik he ain't canonically trans I still think about it alot. I have alot of hc and ideas but for the most part I wanna keep em locked up for a fic I'm gonna write. Geto as a character is rply important 2 me, so I'll give him the highest honor I can bestow upon him
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FAG SHIT.
Alr tho but on a real note, hcs i have relating 2 geto being trans is....
Geto had 2 work his ass of in his 1st year 2 rid of his dead name and being assigned 2 lady dorms and uniforms. The first person he told about being trans was yaga, and yaga being as based as he is helped him get reassigned 2 male and all things associated with it.
He's allowed 2 use male changing rooms and bathrooms no problem, but he still avoids using em at all costs. He changes in the men's room and not in the lockers, and he doesn't use the bathroom unless ABSOLUTELY NESSESARY.
He worked out alot alot 2 get the body he wanted, but I like 2 think that he's insecure about his waist being so snatched, so that's why he wears baggy pants. Best way 2 cover curves is baggy clothes and hard work.
Another thing
Gojo don't know he's trans. He's completely clueless. And yeah six eyes does alot and all that, but he can only see the flow of CE around the area and others. It's not like he has x ray vision and can see that geto don't have a dick. So, for the most part, geto is in the clear. Geto goes great lengths 2 avoid anything relating being shirtless or talking about his body when it comes 2 gojo. The 1st ine for obvious reasons and the second one in fear he'll say something that might give him away. He's clear since gojo doesn't have a lot of interest in working out or perving on people in the first place. It's not like gojo wants 2 see him naked or anything so yk.
Ofc at some point during 2nd year he told shoko about being trans only bc he forgot his pad and all the sudden it was THAT TIME OF THE MONTH. randomly in class it started but geto had totally forgot 2 prep and that he got periods in the first place. Shook didntcare and that didn't really suprised him, but he was still scared bc he thought "a pretty girl like shoko might be stuck up, and she's not one 2 soften up her opinion just because she's talking to a friend." (Objectively pretty girl = probably the most rude lady he'll ever face, and gojo also has this fear with women but times 10000)
I like 2 think that the higher ups are kinda bitches about the whole trans thing so they try and stop people from being able 2 have a smooth transition unless they have parental support. (Which for geto was awful but he alr had done all the shit before they started enforcing that rule. It didn't end up applying 2 him but it stressed him out a shit ton.)
He also prefers 2 deal with his injuries alone since it's easier for him 2 get undressed and deal with it himself without prying eyes. Gojo hates this since I like 2 think he wants 2 help geto with everything (in an annoying insufferable way).
Ok yap over lemme know if u wanna hear more hc. This is extremely unstructured yapping so none of this is in order dawg 🙏💀
Choice - Jack Stauber
Part 4 (end)
Nice to meet ya?
Who could you be?
I am injury
No, you aren't
You make the choice to be
But I am!
(No)
I AM
(NO)
Dopamine
Choice - Jack Stauber
Part 3
Love
Brain
Heart
WAKE UP
SMACK
Part 4 link:
Choice - Jack Stauber
Part 2
Caffinate
You get me going
...
Brain
Heart
Control
Caffinate
Melatonin
Part 3 link:
*_-:•°Jjk Gacha's°•:-_*
What do you think? (I couldn't find the green/yellow peice of Geto's -Gojo Kesa-,,, (ToT))
I want to add more, thoughts?
Wait For It - Leslie Odom Jr., the Hamilton Musical
Geto Suguru is to Aaron Burr as Gojo Satoru is to Alexander Hamilton.
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Hamilton faces an endless uphill climb
He has something to prove he has nothing to lose
Hamilton's pace is relentless he wastes no time
What is it like in his shoes?
Hamilton doesn't hesitate
He exhibits no restraint
He takes
and he takes
and he takes
And he keeps winning anyway,
changes the game
He plays and he raises the stakes
And if there's a reason he seems to thrive
when so few survived
Then goddamit I'm willing to wait for it
wait for it
Wait for it
Wait for it
On the HC of Transmasc Geto Suguru
Always the Aaron Burr to Gojo's Hamilton.
I am, in fact, basing this on Hamilton the Musical (2016, Lin Manuel). Leave me alone
Aaron Burr was always a step or two behind Hamilton.
He was always given the short stick in life and made to follow in Hamilton's shadow until he killed him in a duel.
I say Geto is to Burr as Gojo is to Hamilton because, being the greatest at what they did, Hamilton/Gojo was always the mountain in the middle of the while Burr/Geto were trying to make their way to success.
Even if he was just a tool to the higher ups and not the human he wanted to be seen as, Gojo was always the strongest.
Always more of a man than Suguru.
He would never compare to someone like Gojo and it was shoved down his throat as shame, just like the way he needed to swallow curses in order to balance the world.
While Gojo was put on a pedestal he was put down for being number two (#2).
Was always made to feel less than a man by the conservative higher ups.
The higher ups hand out execution orders like candy, Geto probably would have been executed if he was never enrolled into Jujutsu High.
That being said, it's like singing to the choir when stating the fact that the higher ups of Jujutsu Society are conservative assholes who will always find way to break and use tools to their advantage; all in the name of protecting humanity and killing curses.
These feelings, added onto his predicament of balancing out the world because of Gojo's birth* (his technique being able to swallow curses) made him hate non-sorcerers even more.
*iirc, it was said that Gojo's birth, him being the pinnacle of (modern) jujutsu power and society, his birth created something like a boom in the number of curses tat existed. So Geto was born the mitigate the effect, swallowing them whole.
The negative energy from the cursee mixed with all of the other negative feelings Geto had already been dealing with.
So after letting them sit and fester, these feelings exploded into ideas that would be the turning point of Geto's character. They were absolutely multiplied after the death of Riki Amani, the Star Plasma Vessel.
Did I cook or is the food rancid?
Beat me over the head with you take and I'll kiss you
Please give me your thoughts
aroace transmasc Sukuna
transfem Maki
transmasc Geto
transfem Maki
aroace transmasc Sukuna
somebody match my freak I might be cooking
mdni!!! (≧∀≦)
UMMMMM UHHHHHHH BLAME THIS ON THIS POST AND VALE I DIDNT DO ANYTHING!!!!!!!!!
cw’s!!: light(?) petplay (sugu calls u puppy + clicker trains u hehe), very very light dacryphilia, gn! reader (no specific parts mentioned other than the fact that ur bottoming!!), husband sugu…. the loml……..
wc: 792 :3
it started off as something silly! “for positive reinforcement.” suguru had explained simply when you narrowed your eyes at his initial mention of the idea. even after that (very poor) explanation, you still weren’t completely convinced.
“i’m just worried about you, my love. we’ve exhausted every option, haven’t we? why not try something unconventional?” and you would’ve refused once again, but ohhh, the way he wrapped his arms around your waist as he spoke… he was only worried for your wellbeing, after all…
he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head after your reluctant agreement.
and honestly? it wasn’t that bad at first! you had honestly thought that he forgot about the whole thing after a week of radio silence on the topic.
it wasn’t until he got home from a full day of errands that it was brought up again.
“did you eat, pretty?” he asked softly after pressing a peck to your lips in greeting. as soon as you let out a small hum of affirmation, there was a distinct sound coming from your husbands pocket that made your eyes narrow in suspicion.
two distinct clicks.
it took you a second to realize what it was, but an annoyed huff left you when you saw the smug look on his face. fucking bastard…
“good job, puppy.” you could only push him away as he laughed and heat rose to your cheeks.
it became almost routine after that. yes, you did huff and pout a couple of times after that initial instance, but you were used to the clicker after the first week. it was the same routine every time — you did something to take care of yourself, you got two clicks and a small praise from him.
and maybe… after a while… you found yourself purposefully taking care of yourself just so he could praise you… (you weren’t very good at hiding it, he saw the way your perked up expectantly whenever you told him about something good that you did.)
the thing is: if this whole arrangement started off as an experiment, why was the small, plastic device resting in his palm while you were struggling to sink onto his cock?
“c’mon pup, you got it...” his free hand is squeezing at your hip, the pads of his fingers digging into the soft skin there (it’d probably bruise later, but that’s the last thing on your mind at the moment).
“stop-… stop callin’ me that…” your voice comes out much whinier than you would’ve liked, but who could blame you? it was always so hard to take him in this position.
your bottom lip is in a small pout and wobbling slightly in frustration, your watery eyes fixed on where you and suguru meet. he stays quiet, running his hands over your skin in a comforting gesture to ease some of the tension in your muscles (it works, of course. his touch always brought you an unexplainable sort of comfort.)
you finally take all of him a few minutes later with a small, whimpered curse, the building tears in your eyes finally rolling down your cheeks when you feel the tip of his cock nudge right against that spot inside of you.
click click!
“thaaat’s it, puppy… fuck-“ a winded sort of chuckle leaves him. “— squeezed so tight when i used the clicker… you like it that much?” his hips twitch up into you involuntarily, making a strangled little whimper leave you against your will as you shake your head adamantly in denial.
“no? i must’ve been imagining things, then.” he breathes, finally starting the slow rock of his hips (of course he’d never let you do any of the work on your own!)
even so, your hips move to meet his motions while small, punched out moans escape your lips.
“there you go, puppy…” he groans softly. “takin’ me so well, so good f’me.” he’s practically babbling out praises at this point and as much as you wanted to deny it, the annoying little nickname he gave you was getting you close embarrassingly fast.
and fuck, the final thing that does you in are the godforsaken two clicks! that your brain had seemed to be specifically searching for.
his eyes are wide as he watches you unravel on top of him, the small whimpers leaving you only further confirming your puppy-like nature to your husband.
“did you just-” “shut up.” your voice is weak with embarrassment and your orgasm, but he’s quick to listen despite that.
he silently hopes he could train you to do that every time he used the clicker. how fun would that be?
eres mia by romeo santos w suguru. yeah.
i think the scariest part of just like. the baseline, fundamental parts of asylum therapist! suguru is the origins of his obsession if that makes sense??
(referring to the au i established in this and this oneshot :]])
like this man truly, truly believes that you’re an angel just because you were able to see through his charm. you saw the darkness in his eyes — in his smile — that he always tried so hard to hide… but you. you saw it from the first time you ever met him. even when you’re sedated and your judgement is clouded, you know the sort of evil in his heart.
you knew him better than anyone within the first half hour of knowing him and you weren’t scared. you threatened him. for someone as damaged — as delusional — as suguru geto, that’s the biggest sign of divinity that you could’ve given him. why wouldn’t he want to keep his angel safe?
and even if you are an angel, he knows you were given to him as a punishment. too much of a good thing is bad for you and suguru is convinced that you are that good thing, that his indulgence in you will surely lead to his fall. knowing that, who could blame him for stalling his inevitable demise? if he was to die by your hands at least let let him hold those hands for the time being. even death row prisoners get a final meal, right?
now to you, suguru geto is the devil incarnate. you don’t believe he was some “divine punishment” (hell, you barely believed you deserved the worldly punishment given to you), but he was… something.
to have a man fully take away your power, make you weak… he had to die, that was your only option. even if you tried to escape you know he’d only use that as an excuse to restrain you even more when he caught you again (when. not if.)
you were smart, you had a plan. you just had to wait it out.
now playing…
bring me to life by evanescence
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yandere asylum therapist! suguru x reader
the official prequel to this oneshot!!! while it is in the same au, this one (and the other one) can def be read as standalones!!!! ^.^
cw’s!!: descriptions of violence (bashing someone’s skull in, knocking someone’s teeth out), gn! reader, no use of y/n, delusional sugu!!! (the best sugu imo :3), and i think that’s it!!!! ^^
wc: 1.2k :))
one more meeting. one more meeting and you’d finally be done with all of the infuriating hours spent in and out of various psychiatrists offices. one more meeting and then you could go back to your cell and fuck off like you knew the nurses wanted you to (you weren’t stupid, you saw the way the nurses glanced at you through their peripherals. it’s not like it wasn’t for good reason). one more meeting and then you could just choose whichever therapist you vaguely remembered the name of (probably the irritatingly serene one. she was more than willing to talk about herself when you refused to answer any of her questions and she seemed tougher than the others, like she wouldn’t crumble under a few threats from you.)
there were four security guards surrounding you while you walked. it was like a big, blaring alarm. “do not come close.” (as if the loud metal clanking of your restraints and the vibrant red of your jumpsuit wasn’t enough to signify that already).
three of the guards fell back when you made it to the door. the last office was in a strange spot, past all of the cells and a long hallway, all the way in the back of the institution. there was a plaque outside of this door, as if someone important was sitting inside waiting for you (you almost laughed at the thought. flesh can be cut and bones can be broken, can’t they? your status can’t save you from violence).
you barely got to skim over the name on the plaque before the door was open and you were unceremoniously shoved through it, your lips immediately parting to shoot a half-formed threat towards the guard behind you (probably something about bashing his skull in, you didn’t really premeditate your threats before dishing them out)… until you were interrupted.
“now now, is that any way to treat my patient?” the voice that cut in was deep. smooth and warm but not pleasantly so (not like a fireplace or a summers day, but like heated metal running along your skin. so hot that you don’t even register the pain until you’re already burned). there’s a hand on your shoulder before you even realize, the deep voice closer than before. you resist the urge to shudder at the touch.
“why don’t you go sit, hm? i can’t imagine those heavy restraints are comfortable to hold up like that.” you only respond by shouldering his hand off of you and sending the security guard a sharp glare, the metal of your restraints loud when you settle yourself in the chair in front of a large oak desk. you felt like you were at a business meeting rather than a preliminary therapy session.
“i’ll handle it from here.” is all the man says before the last security guard leaves the room. you don’t bother to look at him as he settles himself in the chair across from you.
it’s quiet for a long moment, the only sounds in the room being the soft shuffle of the papers he’s looking through and the ticking of the clock on the wall (god how you wished you could knock it off the wall. it seemed to be getting louder with every incessant tick). you were starting to wonder if he was planning on talking at all (you could only hope. you’d much prefer to sit in silence rather than watch yet another doctor desperately try to get you to answer their questions). your hopes were dashed as soon as they appeared.
“i apologize for the delay, that was rude of me. it’s just been quite a while since i last took a patient, i’m rusty with the procedures.” his voice finally cuts through the silence. you don’t say anything, you don’t even glance up at him. interesting.
“i’m sure you saw my name outside, but it feels rude not to introduce myself anyway. i’m dr. geto, the leading psychiatrist of this institution.” that catches your attention. your eyes are already narrowed in annoyance when you look at him, your brows only furrowing more when you took in his appearance. he was pretty. irritatingly so. you don’t doubt he had every nurse wrapped around his finger just because of that fact.
“you’re the leading psychiatrist? so what, is this some sort of last ditch effort to fix me?” you question, your sharp gaze continuing to watch him through your lashes. you hated how smug his expression was, how those purple eyes seemed to dissect you the moment they had a chance, how he smiled at your cynicism.
“if that’s how you want to think about it, then yes. though i would say that’s quite a pessimistic line of thinking, no?” you don’t say anything, so he continues. “i was the one who requested to see you. i stopped taking patients when i got promoted to this position, but you…” he pauses, considering his words. “your case interested me.” you scoff.
you can tell he’s waiting for you to say something, watching you with that same unsettling smile. you’re caught in a strange sort of staring contest with him, but it only lasts until he says your name.
and that. that’s what makes you snap.
it was nothing more than a soft utterance, something to call your attention back to him… but the way he said it, the way the syllables dripped from his lips like something so nauseatingly sweet while he held that agitating fucking smile on his face… you were convinced he was lucifer himself.
“if you keep smiling at me like that i will knock all of your fucking teeth out, do you understand me?” you lean forward in your seat when he doesn’t respond immediately, your restraints clanking with the movement.
“do you understand me?” you repeat. you’re not loud with your words, not at all. you’re deadly quiet, eyes wide and staring right at him. he manages to school his expression quickly, but you’re perceptive. you catch the flicker of surprise on his face.
he swallows before he speaks, his adam’s apple bobbing slightly with the action (you briefly wonder what it would feel like to cut through it). “… i understand.” his volume matches yours but he can’t hide the slight breathiness in his voice.
his heart is pounding so loudly in his ears he’s almost sure that you can hear it just as clearly as he can (he wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case, at least. he wouldn’t be surprised if you could read his thoughts with the way you were looking at him).
he briefly wondered if you were something divine, something sent down to punish him by seeing right through his facade. something that could see that he deserved to be in those restraints just as much as you did. the thought sends a shiver through him and he averts his gaze (which is only confirmation to him. why else would he be so distraught if not for some sort of divine intervention?)
you both make your own decisions when you’re escorted out of his office a few minutes later.
anyone but him is what you decide.
and he decides that he’s yours.
oh no omg i tripped!! i tripped and i fell and this fell out of my pocket!!!!! oh no how convenient and conspicuous oh no!!!!!!!!!! ><
i so badly wanna write the preliminary meeting that i mentioned in the yandere suguru thing…………. i just think it’ll be funnnn teehee ^^
now playing…
angel by massive attack
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yandere asylum therapist! suguru x reader
my first ever dark content/yandere oneshot aaaaaa!!! plsss thoroughly go through the cw’s before reading ^^;
read the prequel here!!! :)
cw’s!!: non-consensual drugging, mentions of needles/syringes, medical malpractice, descriptions of violence (gutting, beating someone to death, etc.), mentions/romanticization of cannibalism, blood eating, medical abuse (???), gn! reader, no use of y/n, uhhhh freaky suguru. like he’s actually crazy (but so are u) and uhhh i think that’s it?? ^^;
wc: 1.3k (what.)
“how have you been feeling?” your therapists voice is soft, just barely loud enough for you to hear. it’s like he’s trying to grasp at any sense of normalcy, as if any of this was normal. your head feels like it’s filled with cotton when you move to look at him, a deadly look in your dazed, slow-blinking eyes.
he completely disregards your glare with nothing but a growing smirk, shifting to adjust your position on his lap. “i see you’ve taken well to the sedatives.” his cold hand grazes your bare arm as he speaks and you have to resist the urge to use all of the strength you have left to throw yourself onto the floor just to get away from him. you decided against it. you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing you like that.
suguru’s a charming man. every nurse, therapist, and criminal in this hellhole of an institution knew that. maybe that’s why he clung to you like this. you saw through him, had threatened to knock his teeth out just because you found his smile unsettling in the preliminary meeting (“a convenient way to find your perfect fit!” is what one of the brochures had read).
a few weeks later he was your primary therapist. the only one allowed to see you for sessions and the only one able to prescribe what medicine you took.
this time it was a strong sedative administered by needle, only given to you the one day a week you saw him for your “sessions”. he seemed to enjoy this one, considering how he hadn’t switched the prescription in almost a month (though you were sure he was upping the dose every week, there was no other explanation for the way the syringe seemed to get more and more full every time you saw the nurses holding it).
it’s only now that he seemed to notice the narrow-eyed expression you were giving him. “aw, don’t look at me like that… it’s for my safety, angel. i can’t have you lashing out and hurting me, can i?” his palm rests on your cheek and as much as you will the muscles in your neck to jerk away from his touch, it still doesn’t work. only a small grunt leaves you and that sound only heightens the amusement in his eyes.
“m’gonna fuckin’ kill you…” you manage to strain out. you despise how weak your voice sounds. you despise the way his eyebrow quirks up in interest in response to your threat. you despise how his voice comes out a low, patronizing purr when he asks “oh, are you?” because he knows you will. he knows that if he lowers your dose you won’t hesitate to hunt him down. he’s seen your files, he knows.
you let out a shaky breath at his words, that deadly glare in your eyes never faltering as your head nods in response to his question (though he’d barely constitute it as a nod, more like a subtle twitch of your muscles). “m’gonna gut you… cut you alllll the way from your bellybutton to your fuckin’ throat…” you can feel the delirium from your medication settling in when you’re halfway through speaking, but that doesn’t stop you.
“how gruesome.” is all he hums, a deep, twisted glint of admiration in his gaze. “you’ve certainly grown more creative.” the pad of his thumb presses into your bottom lip as he speaks. he seems almost satisfied with your violent description, like you’d just given him the greatest gift he could possibly ask for (to him, it was).
he couldn’t help but feel touched by your words, how you planned something particularly torturous just to bring him as much pain as possible. the way you hurt people — at least before you were admitted — was concise and unmeditated. someone made you lose your temper so you hurt them, plain and simple as that. you were only able to plead insanity because of the way you “blacked out”, only noticing the soreness in your arms (and the brain matter in your hair) after you had beat a man to death.
so for you — a patient with uncontrollable violent outbursts — to plan something specific just for him? oh, he could feel the pleasant chill rolling down his spine. how would you do it, suguru wondered. would you steal a scalpel from the nurses or a knife from the kitchen? would the way you cut him open be clean — planned, even — or would you just hack at his skin until you were satisfied? he could almost imagine the way you’d pin him down (not like you had to, he’d let you see his insides if you asked politely enough) and run the cool metal over his abdomen before he felt the sharp contrast of the warmth of his blood trickling down his skin. he could only hope he would be alive long enough to see the crimson tainting the pretty skin of your hands, getting under your nails and sinking into the grooves of your palms, absorbing every drop of him.
suguru was so lost in his fantasies that he didn’t notice the way you had squinted at his far away expression, a muscle in your jaw giving a small twitch. maybe if you…
suguru also didn’t notice the way you had managed to slowly pry your jaw open, the tip of his thumb now resting against the ridges of your bottom row of teeth. at least, he didn’t notice until you miraculously willed your jaw to snap shut, the metallic taste on your tongue bringing you a primal sense of satisfaction (you would’ve preferred to bite the the tip of his thumb clean off to teach him a lesson, but this would do).
and oh, you would’ve laughed in his face if you could when you heard that strangled little gasp leave his lips. you relished in the way he watched you with a dumbfounded look, his usually piercing eyes opened wide in surprise.
your victory was disturbingly short lived, though. his shock quickly turned into something almost giddy with the way his eyes seemed to light up like a child who was just handed their favorite toy. he forced his thumb deeper into your mouth, his head cocking to the side almost observantly. “how do i taste, angel? hm?” there’s a crazed look in his eyes. you feel like you’re getting dissected. “maybe you should eat me after you cut me open, yeah? i’d let you, you have my permission.” he’s all too eager to give you more ideas, more ways to torture him even after death.
his arm snakes around your middle so he can press a palm to your stomach. “i’d be with you forever… wouldn’t you like that, angel?” he murmurs lowly by your ear. you don’t have the strength to answer anymore, your eyes blinking slower… and slower…
he holds you tight as you slump against him, (the sedatives make you intensely drowsy… it doesn’t help that he had prescribed you double the recommended amount) making a mental note to up your dosage once again. he can’t risk you building up some sort of immunity, can he? if the force of your bite was any indication, he’d have to find a new medicine for you within the next month or two (not like it was any hassle on his end. if anything, he was excited to see your adorably pathetic attempts to brute force your way through the daze of a new drug).
he just had to keep you here with him… you’d learn to love it.
to love him.
thinking abt suguru taking care of u while ur sick………
he’s so caring and doting by nature, so he’s so quick to get you the medication and food you need to make a speedy recovery!! he’s supplying you with so many tissues and blankets and is texting you literally every second of the day if he absolutely has to leave you to take care of something… overall a 10/10 nurse, would get sick again!!!
but, your sickness does not curb his clinginess. at all. if anything, he gets even more clingy despite the risk of him catching the bug that you have.
he’s cuddling close to “warm you up”, seating you on his lap while spoon feeding you whatever he made you, he’s even pressing kisses to your lips after you take your medicine to “get that nasty taste out of your mouth” (and don’t even try to protest because “he’ll get sick”, it’ll only cause him to slip his tongue into your mouth with that stupid smirk on his face while you’re speaking. nasty nasty man.)
he even offers to help you sweat out your fever after you gain a bit of strength!! how sweet!!!! ^^;
my current wip teehee i hope yall like medical malpractice!!!! ^^ (and delusional yandere suguru!!!!!)
my bsf sent me this tweet and said “🫵 WRITING PROMPT” so i said suguru fucking a non sorcerer obviously
cw’s: dubcon, slightttt coercion (he fucks u as payment :]), and degradation (obvsss)
mdni obvs!! ^^
he’d be so pissed, fucking you like you’re less than human — because to him, that’s exactly what you are.
we all know how suguru sees non-sorcerers, so when he feels this almost nasty pang of desire towards you he feels like he’s going insane. you had come to him just like every other piece of scum, close to tears and begging for his help with some “invisible force” that was tormenting you.
you had a pretty nasty curse attached to you, so when he exorcised it you felt the weight being lifted off of your shoulders and you almost sobbed at the relief you felt. you were pretty, that was hard for even suguru to deny. his body didn’t deny it either and suddenly he was extremely grateful for the thick fabric of his robes.
it was purely coincidence that you had to come back a couple weeks later, right?
you were so apologetic the second time around, insisting on donating to his organization for the inconvenience. he only refused your offer, claiming that next time he would take your payment. you only tilted your head in confusion.
“‘next time’?” your voice was pretty without even trying. airy and soft and so oblivious as to what was currently happening to you.
“ah, well these things tend to be quite… stubborn. you understand, don’t you?” how were you supposed to refute his logic?
you accepted his words without argument, simply nodding in response. you thanked him one last time before leaving. he attached one last curse to you. weaker than the first but stronger than the second. the usual routine.
despite his forewarning, you were even more apologetic this time around. it’s fine though! now was the time for you to finally pay him back.
“you’re not special, you understand me? you—” he pushed your head down so you were in a mean arch, a small sob leaving you at the new angle. his mushroomed tip was mercilessly tapping against the spongey spot inside of you, every thrust forcibly taking the breath out of your lungs.
“— you’re scum. just a stain on this earth and a burden to every sorcerer you come across.” he growled by your ear. you honestly had no idea what he was talking about, but how were you supposed to dwell on that when he was pounding into you like that?
he gazed down at you, at your teary eyes and swollen lips. he hadn’t even kissed you, refusing to share such an intimate act with someone so much lower than him.
he didn’t feel nearly as disgusted as he was expressing. if anything, he felt a nauseating coil of fondness settle in his stomach. you were just so pretty. he would’ve thought you were an angel if it weren’t for the differences in status.
his hand gripped at the back of your hair, wrenching your top half upwards so his lips were by your ear when he leaned forward. “i could kill you on a whim, i should kill you. you’d be better off dead.” he gritted by your ear. you believed him.
“why don’t you thank me for keeping you alive, hm? for letting you live to see another day.” his voice took on that sweet tone he used to use with you, the same one that pushed for you to come back whenever you needed assistance. the same one that refused your money out of kindness. that gentle, flirtatious facade that hid his distaste for your kind so easily.
your nose crinkled in a small grimace as you tried to obey his demand, stammered ‘thank you’s leaving your lips like a prayer. the warmth in his stomach only grew at your compliance, which only seemed to piss him off more. why was he feeling such adoration for a non-sorcerer? it was scary sickening.
his thrusts slowly started losing their rhythm, his touches becoming more desperate than mean. “fuck— why can’t you just die? it’d make everything—” his voice broke before he took in a deep breath in an attempt to steady it. “— it’d make everything so much easier.”
“please just die. please.” his words broke off into a whimper as he filled you up, his pelvis pressed flush to your ass as if he was trying to keep himself as deep as possible.
he glanced down at his softening cock, his breaths ragged as he spread your lips apart to get a better look at how your pussy greedily took him in.
he couldn’t kill you if you had the chance of getting pregnant with his child, could he? he’d just have to keep you around now, what a pity. oh well.