getou suguru

Satoru takes another step forwards, arms spreading wide in excitement, “Yūji-kun! You’re here!” “Oh my God,” the child repeats breathlessly, sounding far older than any child his age should sound, unable to tear his eyes away from Satoru. The boy shakes faintly, shock maybe, words a shaky exhale, “it’s really- you’re- you look- this is— oh my God!” Annnnd there’s really no doubting it now. Clearly those vivid dreams of war, imprisonment and eleven years of growing up is not the dream Satoru had thought it to be since waking up in the infirmary as a seventeen-year-old student, way back before the source of all his problems defected from Jujutsu society. What the hell is going on?

Yuuji isn't really sure why Yaga-sensei asks him to teach the Special Grade students but he's determined to do his best. Nothing could have prepared him for the whirlwind that is Gojo Satoru. Satoru's sensei is hot like burning and also his soulmate. They're meant to be - no matter what Shoko and Suguru have to say about it.

A collection of oneshots following a random timeline of the Getou-Gojo Family Stories.

Geto Suguru was an omega. He was hormonal and horny all the time. It was a natural bodily function that he couldn't help. He did not choose to be born an omega. He did not enjoy being horny all the time.He liked to have sex. He had itches to scratch. He couldn't help it. He invited Gojo Satoru to be his friends with benefits. Originally, he only sought sex. He did not plan to fall in love or a whole package of romance.Things were great until it became ugly. Why was it wrong for him to like sex but not for the alphas?

A series of one-shots dedicated to Kinktober 2023. Tags, relationships, etc. will be specified at the top of each one shot.

Yuuji has been in the omegan marketplace for as long as he can remember. With the looming fear of being shipped off to a brothel hanging over him he presents as beautifully as he can to passing alphas. He has little hope with how masculine and unappealing he is but...then one takes an interest in him! A handsome high class alpha Gojo Satoru takes interest in him! The catch? Gojo is already bonded and happily in love.

Gojo Satoru is the most popular guy on your college campus. He's tall, funny, hot, not to mention he's the most talented soccer forward the school has seen in years. But he's also a frat dude, which puts him in a world very different from your own, as he spends most of his nights partying & drinking while you spend most of yours working on your annoying film major assignments. But when he reaches out to you for a favor, you realize that helping him out might have something in it for you too. basically popular soccer boy gojo x focused film major reader.

Megumi pushed forward through Sukuna’s arm and the alpha let him go. After climbing the steps to the next landing, he paused and looked down. Sukuna was still there, watching him with those hypnotic eyes. “It was nice to see you, Sukuna,” he said flatly, trying to revert to being coldly polite, then continued running up the stairs. “Oh it was nice to see you as well, Megumi.” He heard the voice echo beneath his feet, but set his lips together and continued on. Megumi didn’t present on time, and he was fine with that. It was MUCH easier to be a beta anyway. Now he could just sit back, relax, and breeze through his senior year of high school. However, despite his attempts to remain invisible, he soon catches the eye of his best friend's older brother, Sukuna. Going to be updating tags as I go!

“Suguruuu why is your door locked…” Satoru just fucking teleports into his room. And honestly it takes both of them a second to process it, Satoru just stares at him, he stares at Satoru. Satoru’s mouth is agape. Suguru feels paralyzed. “Oh.” *** In which Satoru has the worst possible timing for a visit and Suguru gets caught in a compromising position.

The door to Suguru’s dorm room slammed open, with Satoru immediately taking up the empty space, a wide grin on his face. It’s the first time Satoru’s been on campus today, his morning spent on a mission near Kyoto if Yaga is to believe, and Suguru was elated to see him. Satoru seems to think the same, for he immediately shuts the door and jumps on the bed, aiming for directly in between Suguru and Shoko and inadvertently crushing Shoko’s medical textbook in his wakeーnot that she cared. The boy grabbed both of them by their shoulders, dragging them in against his sides, and it’s then that Suguru smelled it. The same rain and wet fur scent, but this time, stronger. Far stronger. “He finally scented me!” Suguru’s mind blanked out at that, his nose betraying him as it took a few deep breaths, the scent that was undoubtedly from another alpha filling his nose completely, and Suguru hated it. Satoru should only smell like Suguru, he’s his, isn’t he? He’s Suguru’s omega. Or at least, he thought he was. Or: Satoru's reeked of another alpha for months now, and Suguru goes a bit crazy because of it (the alpha responsible is someone he never would've suspected)

Satoru laughed, ginning at the gesture, ever grateful for the Yuji’s thoughtfulness. “Sounds good to me. Let me re-tie your guys’ shoes and we’ll head out of here.”As he was finishing up Yuji’s laces, the new arrivals started to make their way into the park. When Satoru looked up, he was met with the most striking set of lavender eyes; eyes that happened to be looking back into his own.-Satoru was still learning how to be a proper parent to Megumi after gaining custody of him when the child’s father and Satoru’s former college roommate, Toji, was sentenced to several years in prison.Romance wasn’t on the forefront of his mind, yet one day when at the local park with Megumi and his friend Yuji, Satoru became entranced by a striking set of lavender eyes. Another father, one with two little girls around the boys’ age, became a point of interest for Satoru.While his first priority was making sure Megumi was comfortable due to the child’s troubled past with social anxiety, he couldn’t help but feel drawn to the stranger with kind eyes.When fate had it that they kept running into each other, Satoru’s mind swirled with possibilities and feelings, ones he couldn’t help but indulge in.

Sukuna's had every intention to stay away from you, ever since he met you. Naturally, it would be very wrong for him to date his little brother's best friend. But picking you up from the bar one night, after finding you in a puddle of your own tears, snaps the very thin reasoning he had into shreds - and he finds himself unable to stay away from you.

“Are you insinuating that I’m not entertaining?” “I’m insinuating that you’re lazy.” A couple of small donations come in at once, tearing Suguru’s eyes away from the drawing to read the names. His view count has shot up by almost a hundred; he always gets more engagement when Satoru is on call with him. Not that that sort of thing really matters to him, but it is a little funny, and he can’t help but smile ironically and shake his head to himself. Suguru is a part-time tattoo artist (per his own wishes) and part-time streamer (per Satoru's). Satoru's choice of career is anything but surprising, being a full time content creator, broadcasting himself to tens of thousands of people almost every day. They live together, work together, and know almost everything about each other.Almost.

Sukuna is the strongest. He has always been the strongest. He will always be the strongest. He begins to realize that he might have to share that title when he wakes up after over a thousand years in the darkness. Itadori Yuuji... Sukuna thought to himself, an intrigued grin stretching to his face. A face that he couldn't feel in the darkness. My unintentional prison. "Your personal feelings?" Satoru confirmed. "Yes. Please do something about this." Megumi really was so adorable as he sat there, begging Satoru to give him a boon. It sent a thrill of delight down his spine. A reminder of the fact that yes, Satoru Gojo was fucked up - He was a God. He could once again force those close-minded council members into doing what he wanted. It would make Megumi-chan happy. Besides it always gave him great joy to remind those old men that the only reason they had power was because he, Gojo Satoru, allowed it. "I can't turn down pleading from my favourite adorable student, now can I~?" Satoru sang out Note: Chapters are all around manga chapter length. Major Canon Divergence starting Ch.10

In which Suguru Getou doesn't declare war against Jujutsu society and decides to abandon his genocidal path after faking his death. Somehow this ends with the strongest sorcerer alive being trapped by a curse months later.

“Get on the bed, sensei, it’s time for me to fuck you now,” Satoru hums. “I won’t tell my dad, you’ll get to keep your job, and all will be forgiven.” Suguru hesitantly asks, “You won’t do this to me again?” “Haahaa,” shrewd laughter escapes from Satoru in reply. He runs a hand up his hair, flashing him a cocky smile that knows his dick is just as big as his ego. “Sure.” Or, rich entitled brat Gojo Satoru is pissed he got a zero on his essay. So he threatens to have his home tutor Geto Suguru fired, unless he lets Satoru fuck him.

"How about this then, Getou." Suguru's intuition tells him to run while he can. His butt stays planted. "You can come to my practices to give me some friendly advice about my routine, and in exchange, I'll forget about pressing charges for your assault." He beams. "Good deal, right?" Suguru wants to slap him across the face. "What? You're the one who put your lips on my neck." "After you punched my arm like a truck. Come on, dude. Do you really want to ruin your hockey career right now? I don't think the sports teams in jail are very good." "You're a piece of shit," Suguru seethes. Crystal blue eyes crinkle. "And you've got seven different sticks up your ass, but who's counting?" Suguru is just a guy trying to recover from unhealed wounds of his past. Satoru is the star of their university figure skating team, embodying everything Suguru wishes he had. So when an unexpected injury brings the hockey team's captain to this supernova of a man, everything he thought he knew about his principles goes ass up. Alternatively, bratty figure skater Gojo fucks around and finds out ft. college angst and sex in places that aren’t very sanitary.

Suguru stares up at the man that's looming over him, tall and unsmiling. He's - He's Satoru, it's definitely Satoru, but he's not at the same time. Gojo Satoru looks like he's a decade older, his frame larger, taking up more space than what Suguru's used to. And the way he surveys Suguru - it makes him feel tingly all over, strangely warm in the low point of his belly. "Hello lovely," Gojo Satoru says, and even his voice has lost the grating edge of his teenage self. "What brings you here?" Or, High school Suguru meets adult Gojo. Things happen.

He just wanted to be home now. He hated these after-work gatherings, and hated that there was a social expectation set upon him to have them, even if he liked to drink. He didn’t realize he had closed his eyes until a nudge from Takahashi startled him from his hardly-conscious trance. He blinked at his coworker, who waved at the waitress, who bowed apologetically and hastily explained that someone had offered to pay for his tab. Or, Gojo and Geto reach out to Nanami a few years after he retires from sorcery and decides to work as a salaryman. They have no ulterior expectations other than checking up on him, or so they claim.

His teammates duck and dive across the ice, but the captain’s eyes never leave Satoru’s. There’s an expression in them he can’t quite read, something like sizing him up, but Satoru doesn’t feel like prey. He feels like he’s standing on the starting line. ∼ Inspired by some truly beautiful fanart of Geto as a hockey player, featured and credited in the notes of the first chapter!

Iori utahime,a sensible and respected teacher at kyoto Tech. teaches literature and music to the junior high schoolers.She is equally loved by her students and honored by her colleagues. Keeping her darkest secrets within herself,she is trying to live happily with her four years old baby boy who has brought the light to her depressed life. The torments she has endured once gets concealed in her warm smile just like she hides the scars of her body beneath the layers of her traditional miko clothes. She thought she had succeeded to break free from the shackles of his obsession,his madness.But did she really? She doesn't even want to imagine the consequences even though a certain pairs of vibrant blue eyes has been always haunting her.The monster she was attempting to hide from was just trailing her behind and she knew if he captures her this time, she would've no ways to escape.

Yuuji wakes up in a smaller body a day after a simple mission and Gojo helps him out.

Satoru Gojo had everything he wanted in life. His father is the CEO of a multi-million dollar company. His face is nothing short of perfection. He's popular and charismatic. Everyone wants a piece of him, whether or not its for his looks and money. He's the perfect man in every sense possible. So why is it that the only light of his life, his precious boyfriend and his one and only lover, decided to dump him without warning and leave him at his best? Out of misery, Gojo decides to agree when his dear friend Shoko suggests they go to a street takeover. What he doesn't expect is to find unexpected joy in the commotion of it all. And within that commotion emerges Ryomen Sukuna, a racecar drifter who might just turn his entire life around. You know what they say: When one door closes, another opens. ____ OR: Gojo falls head over heels for street car racer Sukuna after getting dumped in front of his local KFC.

Suguru has this 'thing' about frat alphas. Specifically, one frat alpha in particular. Sadly for him, that alpha still wants back in his pants, even after all these years. (Or, where one fundraiser leads to an already complicated and messy relationship becoming even more complicated and messy.)

“You’re being cruel to him,” Shoko said as they both watched Satoru leave in a fumbling haste. She side-eyed Suguru and caught his vicious smile and amethyst eyes darkened in shades. Her eyes and nose scrunched in distaste. She sucked her tapioca pearls from the milk tea. The only noise at the table was her slurping sounds during the silence.“So what if I am?” Suguru gave a casual shrug, eyes traveling to Shoko’s face. “Are you going to tell him?” He challenged her with a raised eyebrow and condescending tone.“...No,” Shoko sighed, putting down her finished drink. She studied her friend’s face looking for remorse or guilt, but there was none to be found in his eyes. A full body shiver ran through her body. “You’re one scary motherfucker, Suguru.” or the one where Suguru dates someone to upset Satoru

Gojo Satoru’s plan to reform jujutsu society via the younger generation was on the move. Zen’in Maki, Kinji Hakari, and Fushiguro Megumi were all promising students and got stronger every day. If he was patient, he’d have someone new to call an equal. Gojo just had to wait. Or maybe not. He’d shouldn’t have been surprised; this was all part of the plan after all. He just didn’t expect them to take the form of a trans-dimensional, all-powerful, psychic six-year-old with a bowl cut. Gojo wasn’t sure how he felt about this, especially since the kid would need careful supervision to prevent any property damage or bodily harm via emotional psychic outbursts. Ultimately, it didn’t matter how he felt: Kageyama Shigeo needed a teacher and Gojo Satoru needed powerful students. That's all there is to it. Or maybe not.

Suguru's made some new friends on the internet. They're much older than him, and they're so much cooler than any of his peers. They've got such interesting hobbies, too. One of them tells him he's an underwear connoisseur - thongs, jockstraps, frilly panties - you name it, he's got it. He's even mailed some of the ones that don't fit him to Suguru, so that they don't go to waste. Suguru's excited. He's never had such a close friend before, generous in sharing his thoughts and hobbies with him.

Suguru finds a highly recommended massage parlour on the online forums. It sounds seedy, from the description. He goes anyway.

Satoru emerges from the water, now on the other side of the onsen and directly in front of Suguru. His white hair flattened with dripping locks hanging around his face as he looks up at Suguru from the water. He floats forward, moves to sit to Suguru’s left, so much closer than Suguru was mentally prepared for. Suguru cannot think about anything other than the fact that they are both naked, silently both thanking and cursing the haze of the water which obscures anything that could otherwise be seen. Satoru’s hand begins to trail up Suguru’s left arm that is perched on the backrest he sits against. Suguru stares at the hand as it glides up, up, up, cups his bicep then rubs circles around his shoulder. “What are you doing,” Suguru whispers, can’t stop himself. Satoru isn’t deterred, stares intently at where his hand meets Suguru’s skin. “You’re so tense, Suguru,” Satoru whispers back, leaning into Suguru as his hand starts to massage his trapezius muscle, “relax for me."