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mikareo · 3 months

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“ ࣭⸰ ★ THE MOON SAYS HELLO. . . ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀呪術廻船; geto suguru x fem reader ⠀ ꒰ . . part one of three ꒱ . . . word count; 3.6k

⊹ ⠀⠀despite his insistence on never falling in love, suguru fails to stop himself from becoming smitten with his best friend’s beloved. you’ve become a flicker of hope in his darkness— though you’re someone who can never and will never be his to have and to hold.

series contains; if gojo didn’t kill geto n geto was given a chance to redeem himself, redemption arc!geto, human caretaker!reader, kind of e2l but also not really, love triangle, gojo x reader, fluff, major angst, heartbreak, wedding at the end, swearing probably, geto refers to humans as monkeys per usual author's note; rewritten fic, will be 3 parts in total (i'm half done pls be patient w me im a slow writer...)

YEAR ONE, DAY ONE

His face is sore. So sore. It’s red, swollen, and sore after he’s spent the last three hours screaming in frustration with his current predicament. This is absurd, Satoru should’ve just killed him when he had the chance. Geto’s lost count of how many times his palms have slapped his own face; over and over again with wishes that he can wake up from this hellish nightmare the higher ups call ‘rehabilitation’— though he can somewhat still recall the first slap that he’d given himself around the half-hour mark. He’s got a pretty good memory…that doesn’t stop him from hoping his veins aren’t too noticeable as they angrily protrude from his forehead in crimson currents.

He’d rather be dead than imprisoned like this…like an animal…like one of those damn useless monkeys.

The intensity of his wails continue to bounce off of the barren walls— barren aside from the dark mark he’d punched in earlier— and echo like a party of lost ghouls in the bottom of an empty well. Geto feels like a mad man.

He’s only just begun his isolation and he’s already growing mad with boredom.

A huff escapes his lips as he plops himself down onto the twin-sized bed that’s nestled in the corner of his so-called ‘suite’. With linen sheets and a dark maroon comforter, it’s almost a cozy living situation; in another life, Geto could imagine himself cuddling beneath the covers with his favorite book and a soft record playing in the background for some ambience. That world is far far away now. Even if he asked for a record player, he doubts the higher ups would grant him one. He’s their most valuable prisoner, and they’re sure to keep him as miserable as possible until he’s one-hundred-percent pure hearted once more. However, despite their reluctance to grant him the things he wants, these aren’t the worst living arrangements he’s ever encountered and he knows that Gojo did his best to give him the best commodities he could to…well…a highly dangerous criminal.

This is the only path to forgiveness, he reminds himself, constantly trying to be optimistic about the utter absurdity of it all.

Optimism hasn’t been his specialty in a long time; anyone with a working pair of eyes would be able to deduce that, and he despises it. He’s quite rusty with the characteristic and has looked on the darker side for a while now— but wishes that he could be as reckless as he once was as a teenager. He can vividly remember how loud his laughter was with Gojo and Shoko, laughing as they chased each other throughout the school yard and using each other's cursed energy to their advantage in games of tag— but that would be near impossible now. His two best friends can barely look him in the eyes after the treason he’s committed. Gojo views him as a ticking time bomb and Shoko’s healed too many people to count that he’s harmed.

If he stepped one foot out of this room, he believes he’d be smothered on sight.

The Jujutsu Society fears Geto Suguru..

…and Geto Suguru fears himself.

In all fairness, he deserves everything that’s come to him. What he did was awful; mass murdering humans…trying to murder even more humans…harming innocent students…starting a war during the holiday season…the whole gist. There are obviously bad actions from the past that continue to haunt Geto to this day and will continue haunting him so long as he breathes— but that’s all it is now…the past. He wants redemption. He needs redemption. If Gojo managed to reach clarity within Geto’s awful decisions, then maybe he can too.

Geto wants to get better, to be better…not only for Gojo…but for himself.

This is exactly why he and his best friend has devised a plan, one that will hopefully help lead Geto on a better path— a five-year path that will only be completed if he truly wants it to, and a half a decade seems like quite a bit of time to most; but for Geto, he doesn’t know if it will be enough.

For Satoru…do it for Satoru…

He wraps his arms around himself in an attempt to comfort his heart that beats with fear every second of every day. It’s been so long since he’s been hugged by another, and he doubts he’ll ever feel that love and comfort from someone in his life. It’s the first time in a long time that he’s been alone with his thoughts with no one else to turn to; and if he’s being honest, there’s nothing in the entire world that scares him more than his own mind.

“Geto Suguru?”

He doesn’t recognize that voice.

The soft sound comes from seemingly nowhere, startling Geto with a slight jump. Whomever it is sounds frail and weak, obviously intimidated by whom they’re going to be in the presence of in mere minutes; and Geto already finds nothing but annoyance at his new companion. Of course they’re going to have prior judgment. He bets you already hate him for the rumors and stories. He doesn’t really have a choice whether or not you come in, though. Gojo insisted on a caretaker— someone to talk to so he doesn’t go insane by himself— and Geto will do anything to make his best friend happy. So, he stands up and dusts his pants off, making sure to look more presentable, and stalks towards the entryway. His hand meets the knob, yanking it open, and ready to meet the stranger on the other side.

Standing before him is you, a woman around his age. You can’t possibly be older than twenty-six, but perhaps you’re a few years younger. In your hands are various sweets and snacks that Gojo knows Geto loves, balancing on a silver tray that shines more light in the room than he’d care for. The reflections dazzle straight into his eyes, blinding him briefly with a scowl on his face. Of course Gojo would know to send you in with his favorites. He’s so predictable. His best friend is less surprising than he thinks, causing Geto to roll his eyes to the top of his head; though he appreciates the kind gesture. It’s far past dinner, though. Gojo must’ve struggled to convince the others to allow him a proper meal.

“Don’t just stand there, monkey.” Geto commands whilst gesturing to the small dining table in the center of his confined space. “Come inside.”

The instant you stepped into his presence, it was horribly noticeable that you have no cursed energy. Zero. Not a lick of it…and he struggles to hide the disgust with his body language. He can’t help but be annoyed that a monkey such as yourself is going to be in his company for the next five years.

With his distaste for you clear as day, he pulls out a chair for himself and disregards the kind option of pulling out yours prior; expectantly looking towards you with the expectation that you’re going to serve him his meal like a servant.

“Well, monkey…” he trails off disinterested, “I’m waiting.”

You hustle towards him, quickly and efficiently placing the special grade sorcerer’s meal on the placemat before him and taking the empty seat opposite. There’s a small breath you’re holding in, Geto can see it in your throat— it’s suffocating you with fear for your life as your fingers lightly tap the dark wood in a nervous fit.

You’re completely pathetic. As if a monkey would ever have the courage to speak to him. This is ridiculous.

His hands slam against the table with a loud bang. “What are you doing?” he questions, heavily interrogating you as you cower in your seat like a meak mouse. “Does Satoru expect you to monitor my meals?”

He really is nothing but a prisoner, isn’t he?

“What damage could I possibly do with this slob that’s been served to me by the scum of the earth? Start a food fight in the halls? Overthrow the Jujutsu world with a biscuit?” (If that is the case, in your defense, the biscuits are quite hard. There must be a new kitchen hand in training who based them.) This is a horrible day.

As Geto impatiently awaits your answer, a deep breath escapes your lips— perhaps a way to soothe your heartbeat into something less than a record-breaking speed— and you attempt to focus your stress and fear into a fleeting moment of zen. Your large eyes shut for a total of three seconds; one, two, three…before opening again. This time, as his own eyes make contact with yours, they’re shining with slightly more confidence than before as you swallow hard and settle your gaze on Geto— the look in your eyes evolving from that of anxiety to empathy.

“Actually,” your lips rise into a thin smile, “Gojo Satoru didn’t send me here, the higher ups did.”

Your eyes search Geto’s for any signs of discomfort or inner rage that could be boiling beneath the surface of his poker face. It appears that he’s grown even stronger at hiding his true emotions towards humans; however, you can see through the veil. Yes, it’s thick and difficult to brush past, but there’s a slight opening in the center that you peek inside— and what you can see in his heart is a man who simply wants to finally do what’s right.

“The higher ups are aware that Gojo Satoru has a soft spot for you— hell, everyone who knows your name is aware that when it comes to you, he has no reason. He has no right of mind. I’m only here to monitor and report your progress in an honest manner. That’s it. That’s all. I promise I won’t intrude on your life more than necessary.”

Shit.

“I’m sorry, Geto Suguru…but you’re stuck with me.”

It’s as if his left and right sides are arguing between themselves. His good conscience says that he should give you a chance, perhaps you could be different than the monstrous humans that attempted to kill his beloved Mimiko and Nanako; while his bad conscience tells him to let out one of his cursed spirits to devour you where you stand. Listening to his right side would definitely get him his best case scenario…a chance to see his girls again…but the left side would be so much more enjoyable. Oh well. At least the higher ups sent someone somewhat his age and not an ancient and decaying corpse like themselves. That’s a disgusting thought. He’d rather be hugged by a hundred humans than be forced to befriend a higher up. A shiver runs through Geto’s spine as a newfound appreciation for you is birthed within him.

“Do you have a name?” Geto taunts as he begins to pick at his meal, slightly disgusted with the stale quality of some of the snacks but nevertheless thankful that he at least has something to subside his aching hunger. “Or should I just call you ‘monkey’ as I do with the rest of your kind?”

That sound?

You’re laughing?

Your giggles are surprisingly pleasant to Geto’s ears as they harmonize into a song that he can imagine himself listening to each morning. Why did you find that funny? He was quite literally insulting your entire existence. Geto is dumbfounded by the strange humor you seem to have, considering that he was being entirely serious with his question. Humans are so strange. He’s never really been able to understand how your peoples’ minds work, but perhaps he could begin to learn the basics. It’s not like he has anything better to do, and some entertainment would be nice.

He’ll keep you around…it wouldn’t hurt and you can be his companion kind of like a pet.

Pets are cute…

…your smile is cute too.

You smile once more, answering his question with a blush on your face. “Please,” your cheeks redden, “Call me by my name, Suguru.”

YEAR ONE, DAY NINETY-FOUR

“You’re late.” Geto crosses his arms over his chest, exhaling a large breath of air in a loud and annoyed huff as he attempts to seem seriously angered by his new friend’s awful timing.

It’s nearly twenty minutes past the time that you were supposed to be here; emphasis on supposed. He’s been waiting with his eyes staring at the clock, watching it tick and tick as the time passed by with no you knocking on his door. That’s twenty whole minutes of time in which he was forced to entertain himself rather than listen to your rambles and rants about whatever the latest scandal is in the outside world. You love that pop culture gossip stuff that social media and magazines rave about, and in a weird way, you somewhat remind him of his daughters— personality-wise…not attraction wise…that would be weird.

Over the past few months, Geto’s grown severely accustomed to the daily routine that you’ve developed, becoming so fond of you that he strangely pictures your smile and recalls your laughter when you aren’t even here. Friendship is a funny thing. He doesn’t think he’s ever had a friend like yourself; yes, Satoru will always be his closest confidant…but his relationship with you is different in a way that he can’t quite put his finger on. He’s never considered anyone else the highlight of his every day like he does you. Your company is the kind of presence that he overwhelmingly enjoys; with such a positive and warm nature exuding comfort to Geto’s loneliness, and your judgment-free outlook on life rivaling his pessimism in a perfect mixture of negativity and optimism. He wishes he’d met you sooner, perhaps when he was a child— and if he had, maybe he wouldn’t have turned out the way he did.

It’s too bad you would’ve only been an awful human to him back then…he would’ve called you his infamous nickname without batting an eye…a monkey…

…a mere monkey whom he never ever thought he’d develop unwanted feelings for.

For his entire life, Geto always told himself not to fall in love. That love isn’t real. It isn’t obtainable, not when there are people like Satoru in the world— people that you can’t help but love— and then people like him; people who you can’t help but hate. With that being said, he’s never necessarily been looking forward to any potential love matches in his future.

…no matter who he was involved with…

…until he met you.

“Sorry about that, Suguru!” you hustle through the doorway, your appearance a tangled mess with dusty dirt particles littered with gravel.

There’s a large scratch on your right cheek, not deep or in danger of infection in any way, but noticeable enough that he’s able to see it from a distance. Knowing you, it’s most likely accidentally self-inflicted in some sort of way; you being notorious for tripping or snagging your skin on the sharp end of a table. How do you always manage to be so uncoordinated? Geto can’t help but let out a short laugh, his eyes scrolling up and down your body and taking in your entire appearance, dirt and all. You even manage to make dirt look good. What the fuck? He hates this.

Your voice carries on as you approach him. “I was running on time, but then I saw this adorable shop downtown and I just had to make a stop.” The overexaggerated tone you hold is amusing as your hands wave through the air in a physical storytelling of your experience. The skin of your cheeks is flushed red from your sprint through the city, looking beautiful in resemblance to that of a blooming rose.

Geto can feel his own face heating up at the sight of you, choosing to shrug nonchalantly in an attempt to seem as if he doesn’t care at all about your dilemma…

…as if he doesn’t care about every second of your everyday…

…as if your overall excitement isn’t the only thing that truly keeps him going nowadays.

“You tell me these things as if what you do outside of this room matters to me.” He hopes his words mask his rising blush. (Spoiler alert: They don’t.)

Flawlessly, you brush off Geto’s phony disinterest without the slightest acknowledgement. It’s as if the phrase had never even left his lips, with no evidence and proof of insult. This isn’t an uncommon occurrence when the topic of what you do when you’re not with him comes up in conversation, as the prisoner typically tries to ignore his interest in your daily shenanigans— and you can’t deny that it hurts. Most of the time, it feels as if Geto never actually listens to anything you say, and you were able to quickly realize that in the early weeks of your arrangement when the pain began to torment your heart; ripping and shredding it to bits with every eye roll and mocking scoff. You don’t seem to matter in Geto’s point of view. He doesn’t care…at least that’s what you believe.

In contrast to Geto, you’re an emotional spirit— you crave love.Love is all you’ve ever wanted, needed, and desired. In your time with him, you’ve developed inklings of feelings as well. However, you’ve chosen to let your feelings grow and blossom out of the dirtied patch of grass they were planted in— ignoring the warnings every single person in your life has given you in advance. Despite that, Geto continues to stomp on your budding flowers. He takes a heavy watering can, filled to the brim with hose water, and drowns your garden in the tears that you shed in the privacy of your bedroom. Those tears that are a never ending waterfall due to the fact that you know it isn’t your job to fall in love with your client. Your duty to Jujutsu Society is to help Geto learn to love humans and sorcerers as one in the same and to gain the trust of his community once more— not to love you.

“Okay, before you judge me, at least give me a chance to explain myself.” Stumbling towards Geto, you accidentally trip over your own feet in embarrassment, and proceed to hold out a single flower not yet in bloom. “It’s freshly cut. I saw a bouquet in the window and it caught my eye, because it reminded me of you; but I knew you’d hate a flashy bunch of them so I just bought the one.”

It reminded you of him?

Taking the gift into his own hands, Geto studies it intensely. The rose is a dark shade of red, crimson, or scarlet depending on your vocabulary. The petals are a brighter color while the plushness near the stem turns dark, more sinister as it approaches the thorns lining the sides. Just by looking at the rose, he can understand why it made you think of him. It’s gorgeous, but practically untouchable figuratively and literally. There’s only one angle that he can hold the stem at that doesn’t prick his fingers. Ouch. And he just did the very thing he was being so careful of avoiding.

All his life, he’s never been the kind of person who longed for gifts or compliments, but when coming from the right person…perhaps he is.

Whilst he struggles to come up with a reply— a simple ‘thank you’ or ‘i appreciate this’— you mentally applaud yourself as you’ve finally found a way to make him speechless…

…but your praise for yourself is short-lived.

He can’t be weak. Not even for you.“I guess it’s not terrible.” Geto throws the flower to the ground and lightly kicks it away with his right foot. As one of the beautiful petals drifts away from the lonely flower, he turns away, not being able to endure the heartbroken look on your face and the offended rose on the floor. Why does he have to be like this? “I’m sure that garbage is all a monkey like you can afford anyways.” Why is he so cruel?

His eyes clench shut as he hears the door begin to close. You’re so gentle even when upset. He admires that about you— you’re the calm to his ever-raging storm, the sailor to his tsunami, and the lifeboat to his wreckage— you’re the most pure-hearted person he knows, and you don’t deserve this awful anger he holds within him.

Is he…crying?

As tears begin to drip down his cheeks, Geto collapses against the wall with his knees buckling beneath him and his weight crumbling down to a pile of patheticness. He’s just a shell of a man undeserving of someone like you. Soft sobs escape his lips and silent cries fill the hollow room, absent of your joy, crying out until he notices the faint outline of the young rose beside him. With the flick of his hand, he snatches the flower off the ground and lifts the thorny plant with careful hands— finally and truly understanding your meaning behind the gift. This is how you see him? He’s dreadful and hurtful to others on the outside, prickling kind people away with his thorns…but when encouraged and supported, he has the potential to become something beautiful.

Someone that could one day be compared to the beauty that is of a blooming rose.

With the budding rose in his grasp, Geto sits alone. He realizes that he’s only able to become that person with the help of you. You’re the only person that has even come close to seeing him for who he truly is; aside from Satoru you’re the only person who would think of giving such a gift to the number one enemy of the Jujutsu world. You’re the only person who he’s ever come to feel true and honest romantic love towards.

Geto has to become better. Not only for himself and Satoru…but now, for you.

⋆⋆⋆⠀ ⠀thank you for reading! reblogs are greatly appreciated! ⋆⋆⋆⠀ ⠀i promise i'll post the next 2 parts soon pls be patient :3

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animehideout · 4 months

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JJK Men Green And Red Flags Part 4

part 1 / part 2 / part 3

Geto Suguru

Green Flags:

Has a calming voice, even his presence alone brings you peace.

Bestfriend like in a relationship.

He's motivated and got big dreams ( killing monkeys).

Open to try new things sexual and nonsexual.

Treats you like a princess.

Makes you feel safe all the time.

Gives the best hugs ( I mean have you seen his arms?)

Comforts your anxieties/ nightmares.

Has a childish side ( child at heart ) even though he's calm most of the time.

Good at planning dates ( most of them trying new food).

Smells good.

Wants to get a matching tattoo with you.

Knows exactly what to do during intimate / sexual moments.

Red Flags:

Would put his work / goals before you.

Distance himself out of nowhere.

Hides his feelings ( if he's sad / depressed) wouldn't talk about it.

Has no respect for people who can't defend themselves ( he believes he's superior than them).

Very selective it could get toxic.

Gives excuses for his bad deeds.

Could be controlling.

Needs to know your whereabouts 24/7.

Convinced that he always makes the right choices / decisions.

Doesn't realize his mistakes.

Craves power over love.

Can be manipulative to get what he wants.

Nanami Kento

Green Flags:

MATURE AF.

Husband material.

Shares household chores.

Enjoys simple dates as long as you're together ( takes you to the beach ).

Gives you time to heal and helps you in the process of healing.

Supportive.

Wouldn't judge your past.

Spoils you.

Reads you his favorite books.

Respects your privacy and choices.

Admits his mistakes and tries to fix them.

You can rely on him in literally everything.

Dates to marry.

Very committed in relationships.

Asks for consent.

Trust you fully.

Loyal.

Red Flags:

Doesn't get your jokes and gets offended.

Very serious ( daddy chill ).

Gets angry if you prank him or do something stupid / weird.

Overworks himself ( he hates it tho ).

Could be unenthusiastic.

Overly strict in relationships.

Gets angry if you don't do your duties towards him.

Gets overly worried about you (wouldn't let you go out at night alone).

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loafgeto · 5 months

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BEWITCHING HOUR

gojo satoru x fem!reader x geto suguru

synopsis: while searching through the archives of your college’s library, you discover an ancient book with old rituals. out of curiosity, you try to summon an incubus but somehow, it didn’t work— only until you woke that same night, to encounter not only one, but two of them.

contents: fem!reader, explicit language, she/her pronouns, incubus satoru and suguru, NSFW, threesome, slight foreplay, cunninglus kinda, fingering, voyeurism(??), breastplay, markings/hickeys, overstimulation, unprotected sex, multiple creampies, squirting, orgasms, handjob, blowjob, slight rough sex(?!), pet names (use of slut once), suguru and satoru fighting over you, they both have big dicks<3, JUST SOOO MUCH EXPLICIT SHIT LMAOOO, not proofread !!

word count: 4.7k

notes: just so so sosoooo much content guys srry… i prob need to be locked up after this LOL i just cant stop myself from writing sm dirty shit like that 💔😢 (also plz dont read this if ur not comfortable)

most horror movies involved demons or ghosts, and they’re most likely summoned through rituals, or some sort of supernatural item or game that one shouldn’t dare to touch. people would ramble and scream at the user, complaining how stupid they were and how their curiosity killed everyone.

and you were one of those people.

but now you’re in your bedroom with an old thick book, dated back into the late 14th century. it was written in a language most wouldn’t necessarily understand, latin to be precise. but you were grateful for the classes you took in high school, and understood at least some of it.

the book was mainly about old rituals and performances or instructions to summon spirits. it was obviously a bad idea, a very bad idea. and you were just like those characters in those horror movies that you called stupid— but you had to admit, curiosity got the best of you, just like them.

besides, it was the night of halloween. all of your friends went out in their revealing costumes to late night parties while you stayed back in your dorm. well, you were going to attend, but this book was on your mind the entire day— so you opted out, reasoning that you were feeling under the weather.

now, how did this book even end up in your possession? well, it started earlier that day, after your third class of the day.

halloween landed on a friday, unfortunately— so there were classes. your professor assigned a major project in which required you to obtain an archive as one of your resources. it was irritating to say the least, since you’d have to search for an archive related to your topic without a computer. but thankfully, librarians were there to assist.

you went to your university’s library archives section on the very top floor, hoping to find something related to your topic so you’d get out of there quicker and start on the project. you decided your topic to be about ancient greek mythology, it was simple and you enjoy the idea. and it’d be quite easy to find an archive about it.

“excuse me, where am i able to find an archive about greek mythology or culture?” you questioned the librarian who mainly worked in the section.

she gives you a smile through her dull appearance before turning her head to the multiple tall shelves of archives behind her. “if you go to the fourth shelf on the left, then the third section, you may find the archives about ancient greek and everything related to it.”

after thanking the librarian, you quickly walk over to the section, somewhat excited to see what you could find. the entire section was stacked with archives about greek mythology, some were identical but in different colorings and covers, while some were smaller, thicker, older, or written in a different language.

all of the pages appeared worn, and were nearly close to rotting out of the book, and you wondered on who might’ve touched this centuries ago. it was weird to think about but you decided to move along, and keep searching for what you need.

your eyes scan through each row on the shelf, hoping to find something appealing and comprehendible to use as a resource for your assignment. something caught your eye at an instant, as if it was manifesting you, calling for you to grab it.

and for some odd reason, when you went to pull the book out of its spot, the book clearly didn’t belong in the section of greek mythology. you blinked several times, observing the old and thick book. the cover had a unique texture, with golden colored latin wordings in the front and a detailed drawing of a distorted demon. in hindsight, it was a ritual book.

you flipped through the first few pages, skimming through the paragraphs on how to summon a certain spirit or demon. everything was in latin, but you at least somewhat understood. there were pictures describing what the entities appeared as, or what forms they can take. it was frightening to say the least, but you were surprised something like this was here.

a page that certainly caught your interest mentioned an incubus.

and so, you read it thoroughly. an incubus, a male form of a demon that seeks to have sexual intercourse with sleeping women. they were the corresponding spirit of a succubus. you heard of the folklore several times, and this somewhat intrigued you even more. as you read further, it specifically mentioned that the incubus posed as a winsome japanese man, in order to attract women. you also noticed that there were two demons in the picture drawn on the page, one white and one black. could it be summoned in either form?

to say that you wanted to try summoning the incubus was definitely not an understatement. but who the fuck would want a demon to be fucking them while they sleep? the question didn't pop into your head at that moment, and you were quick to take the book without completing the search for the archive you actually needed.

and you cancelled all halloween plans just for this.

now, you felt as if you were in one of those horror movies. closed curtains, lights off, several candles lit around you as you sat in the middle of your room with the book opened to your designated page. the summoning was simple, you were to follow the ritual word by word and then take a long sip of red wine. and lucky you, there was some leftover red wine from a party weeks ago.

the glass of wine was next to the book, and you were contemplating whether or not to continue. you were quite surprised at how simple the summoning was, since most would require a slit of blood or your soul, or something extreme. but red wine? this incubus must have a preference.

you took a deep and long breath, before beginning to read the ritual word by word. and after you finished, you picked up the glass of red wine and gulped the entire liquid down your throat.

you expected something to appear, but nothing.

your eyes dart around the room, but you found it to be empty. did it not work? you’re oddly confused and repeated the ritual once more. but again, nothing happened.

when the second try didn’t work, you figured the third try wouldn’t either. you were certain that every word was said correctly and you missed out no words either. you scoffed, closing the book and turning on the lights to your room. you blow out the candles and concluded at how much bullshit this was.

“this shit is such a waste of time,” you mumble as you shove the ritual book into your backpack.

after putting everything else away, you decided to get ready for bed and pretend as if you did nothing. you would return the book tomorrow and never have to remember it again. it was worth a try after all, and you honestly thought it would work.

you switched into a pair of comfortable shorts and a loose top. you unclipped your bra and tossed it to the side, since you normally slept without one because it was more comfortable that way. you were still feeling quite upset that the ritual didn’t work, but at the same time, you were alright with nothing happening. it was just a hoax, like what everyone else would say.

falling asleep wasn’t so hard, and time ended up passing as you quietly slept on your bed. at some point, you could hear the faint sounds of teenagers screaming and enjoying their halloween events, and your neighbors’ kids exclaiming happily about how much candy they received.

and for some reason, the air in your room became more frigid and you were cuddling yourself close underneath your comforter you found warm. you didn’t allow it to bother you and fell asleep once more.

you remained asleep for several more hours, unbeknownst to anything occurring in your room. it was until you heard gentle shuffling noises in your room. at first, you didn’t allow it to bother you— until you felt someone’s gently caress your face.

“she’s cute, don’t ya think?” a male’s voice calls out beside of you.

your eyes immediately shoot open, and you’re making eye contact with an unfamiliar man— white hair and horns, striking bright blue eyes, shirtless with multiple scars, and white torn wings. your eyes widen and you scream, pushing the man’s hands away from you before shoving yourself in the deepest corner of your bed away from him.

“oh, did i scare you? i’m sorry, angel,” the man chuckles with a sly grin.

“w-who- the hell are you- and how did you get in my house?!” you shout, shielding yourself with one of your pillows.

the man sighs, rubbing the back of his nape as he remained silent for a moment. but before he could speak, another male appears behind of him— jet black hair and horns, black torn wings, shirtless with multiple scars, but he was broader and his hair was longer than the other one. “i told you to stop approaching girls like that. this is why they never like you,” he says, nudging the white haired man.

“ouch. hey, i didn’t think she would awake immediately,” he scoffs and they both return their gaze back to you. “sorry angel, i get carried away sometimes. never met such a pretty woman like ya. and you’re the one who summoned us.”

“summoned? what do you mean? i haven’t-“ you began to say due to your panic but you pause your words when the ritual from earlier returned to your mind. you remain quiet for a moment, and the two incubus’s tilt their head in confusion. there was absolutely no way, right? “i must be dreaming.”

the black haired incubus frowns, crossing his arms. “well, princess. you aren’t and even if you are, we can appear in them too,” he replies but then he shakes his head. “oh, forget i said that. don’t want to frighten you.”

“oh suguru, i think she already is.”

“this was your fault, satoru.”

“my fault?!” satoru raises his voice, glaring intently ay suguru who whistles.

“okay, shut up. quit raising your voice, you’re scaring the poor, innocent and beautiful girl here,” suguru says, now returning his gaze back to you and he smiles warmly. “but yes, princess. you indeed did summon us. was there a particular reason?”

“i.. just did it for fun..” you reply, still quite astonished. “and i thought it would only be one.. not two..”

“well angel, maybe you should read a little more carefully before summoning us,” satoru sighs, and then chuckles. “especially if you were expecting only one of us.”

“i-i’m sorry—“

“don’t apologize. everyone we meet usually mistakes it for one instead of two,” suguru is still smiling with a gentle tone, indicating for you to ignore satoru’s harmless remarks. “and you did this for fun? well princess, if you wanna have some fun. then we can give that to you. how about it?”

you’re mostly uncertain about this, and the other part of you urged to move forward. you were obviously curious but anticipating, and couldn’t initiate anything. was this actually real? you were still in denial still, yet if this wasn’t— then it’s one hell of a dream.

suguru notices your hesitation and thinks for a moment. “well princess, there’s no need to be anxious. we’ll take care of you,” he says, extending his hand out to yours. “but if you don’t want to, then all you gotta do is say no.”

you shake your head, a hand taking suguru’s. “i-i want to..” the words fell out of your mouth shyly, and you could feel your face burn as suguru chuckles, his grip tightening around your hand. “what a good girl. you don't gotta be shy at all 'kay, [name]?”

“mhm..” you nod, eyes slightly widening when you realized you didn’t even tell them your name. “you know my name?”

“of course. we always know the name of our summoner, it’d be rude if we didn’t know,” suguru smiles, as he pulls you towards him. his large frame towered over yours, and you could feel his throbbing erection poking your lower belly. “does that freak you out, princess?”

"n-no.." you shake your head, lips trembling slightly. in other cases, this sort of situation should freak you out. like, who would want to fuck two hot incubuses? but that question doesn't matter anymore. the two were so alluring, and their words seem to enchant you in some way. "good then.. i can kiss you now, right?" suguru coos in your ears.

you nod, gaze staring into suguru’s dark eyes. the incubus presses his lips against yours as a hand snakes around your hips. you moan into the kiss, since this was a feeling you hadn’t felt in so long. satoru just watches, his own dick twitching underneath his pants from the way your moans sounded.

suguru’s hands slithers underneath your shorts, groping and massaging the skin of your ass. next, he gently bites your lower, smirking from the way your moans fell into his mouth. “you like how i touch you, princess?” suguru inquires in such a seductive tone when pulling away from the kiss, and you nod as an answer while your face burned.

you are pushed down on your bed, and suguru hovers over you. he licks his lips, liking the way you were sprawled under him as his eyes burned with lust. you nearly shut your eyes as suguru spreads your legs apart, pushing the material of your shorts and panties to the side. “w-wait—“ you begin out of embarrassment, but suguru had already slipped two of his long fingers inside of your wet cunt. you gasp, quietly squirming as he pumps his fingers slowly.

“goodness princess, you’re already so wet,” suguru comments, pushing his fingers deeper. the squelching noises of your pussy resonates the room, along with your soft moans. he smiles, glancing at satoru who was becoming hornier by the second. the white haired incubus couldn’t contain himself much longer— wanting to touch himself to the sound of your moans. “you hear that, satoru? you hear how wet she is?”

“mmh- fuck, yeah,” satoru replies, a hand rubbing over the bulge of his pants. he had to admit, he was jealous of suguru— him being able to please you first. the two had been confined in that book for who knows how long. satoru has become desperate, hungry and longing to touch and fuck a pretty girl like you. “hurry up, suguru. i want to touch her next.”

suguru chuckles, turning his attention back to you. “doesn’t that turn you on, [name]? don’t you like hearing how badly satoru wants to touch you like this?” suguru says, pressing a thumb against your clit and creating sensual circles around the area that makes you more sensitive. you moan as a response, your body trembling from suguru’s actions. “y-yes.. i want satoru- to t-touch me too..” you reply, looking at satoru who nearly came from the needy pitch of your voice.

“you heard her, satoru,” suguru says, glancing at satoru with a grin— and you found yourself in between the two incubuses. suguru had slipped off your shorts and panties, tossing them to the floor. satoru was situated behind of you, propping your body up so that your back would press against his muscular chest.

while suguru was pumping his fingers into your aching pussy and rubbing circles against your clit, satoru had pushed his hands underneath your top to fondle with your breasts. satoru pinches your nipples with his fingers, getting a little whine out of your mouth and then moves his lips to suck the skin of your neck. suguru could feel your gummy walls pulsate and clench around his fingers, and he fastens his pace to assist you closer to your orgasm.

“such pretty tits you have, angel,” satoru compliments, leaving love marks on your neck and he kisses your shoulders. such delicate and gorgeous skin you have— making satoru wanting to mark you all over with his mouth. he pinches your nipples again, when noticing the way you react to it. “mm~ s-satoru- keep touching my breasts like that-“ you moan, your head slightly falling back against his shoulder.

“give me some attention too, princess~” suguru pouts, slipping another finger into your pussy. your eyes widen in astonishment, seeming that you’ve never felt three fingers inside of you before. your moans become louder at that point, mostly because of suguru. “yeah, that’s a good girl. moan just for me,” he adds, smirking as his knuckles began smacking the entrance of your pussy.

satoru glares at suguru, before slipping one hand away from your breast to grab your head. satoru turns your face towards him and presses his lips against yours while maintaining eye contact with suguru. the raven haired incubus furrows his brows, watching as you and satoru’s tongues swirled sloppily around and over each others. the two now seem to have an ongoing battle of who can please you the best.

“‘m gonna c-cum,” you utter through your moans, mouth parting slightly from satoru’s, a strong of saliva connecting from your tongue to his. suguru smiles, curling his fingers to rub faster against your g-spot. “c’mon princess, cum for me,” he says, lowering his face to your pussy and replaces his thumb with his tongue on your clit.

“oh f-fuck, suguruu-“ you mewl his name, eyes nearly rolling back as your legs tremble from the fast kitten licks his tongue was giving against your clit. satoru couldn’t do much but continue to play with your breast and watch suguru fuck your pussy until you came. you could feel satoru’s throbbing dick pressing against your lower back, and you use a hand to go behind and underneath his pants. “s-shit, angel-“ satoru grunts as your hands push to free his cock out and wrap around his girth. “seems like she’s ready for my cock.”

“don’t even think about it, satoru,” suguru growls, circling licks against your clit before gently sucking. he had to remind satoru that it was his turn to fuck the next summoner first, and just because you had invited satoru earlier than suguru expected, doesn’t mean he’d get to fuck his cock into you first. as for you, your mind is too overstimulated with the situation and you couldn’t bother caring about their bickering. “shitshitshit, i’m cumming-“ you cry out, squirting over suguru’s mouth and fingers.

suguru licks and cleans all of your juices that squirted onto your thighs and by his mouth, savoring the taste. he stares deep into satoru’s eyes when licking off your arousal on his fingers, smiling cockily since satoru wasn’t able to get a taste. “i might actually get addicted to this pussy,” suguru comments before he unzips his pants to releases his hard throbbing cock.

your eyes widen at the sight of suguru’s dick. was something like that actually going to fit? you anticipated greatly as suguru pumps his length a few times before aligning against your wet entrance. “oh, you scared, princess?” suguru chuckles, but you instantly shake your head. “n-no.. please fuck my pussy..” you reply, pushing your legs farther apart.

“you hear that, satoru? hear and see how she’s begging for my cock only?” suguru asks, glancing at satoru to see his reaction. he just needed to rub it in the other incubus’s face, since they were quarreling after all. satoru glares again, not replying as his attention was mostly on the way your hand gripped around his cock. “spreading your legs like that just f’me. such a needy girl you are, huh?” suguru adds, teasing your wet entrance with the tip of his cock before pushing his entire length past your folds.

“o-oh my god-“ you moan, eyes widening from the feeling of suguru’s cock rubbing against your walls, nearly making you cum again. suguru grunts when your tight pussy instantly clenches around him, and he quietly chuckles. “fuck.. mmh,” he moans, rocking his hips in a slow and sensual pace.

“touch me too, angel. don’t forget about me,” satoru whimpers, his words purring into your ears as he bucks his hips up to feel your soft hand rub against his desperate cock. and who were you to ignore his lecherous request? you began to pump your hand along satoru’s cock just like he wanted, causing him to moan softly into your ear. “s-shit.. i might cum just because of your hands,” satoru chuckles, returning his lips to suck the skin of your neck.

suguru’s hands grip tightly on your thighs as his thrusts became stronger, faster, and full of desire— wanting to strive your attention away from satoru. his cock was already fucked deep into you, spreading and pleasuring your walls towards your next orgasm. your moans fall from your mouth with each thrust and love bite you receive from the two incubuses, and you began detecting stars in your vision as you reach a daze. “n-ngh.. squeezing me so damn hard. you want my cum that badly, baby?” suguru groans, faintly throwing his head back.

“y-yes, pleaseee,” you whine, your cunt sucking in suguru’s cock at his words. the incubus groans, drilling deeper into your pussy, balls slapping against your ass. satoru intently watches suguru pound into your needy hole relentlessly, turning you into a crying and moaning mess. his dick twitches at the sight of you two connecting, making him wonder what it’d be like to be in suguru’s position. it even turned satoru on when he sees how suguru’s fucking you, and the sensual strokes you give his cock doesn’t seem to stop him from reaching an orgasm.

“fuckkk, holy fuck-“ suguru chants, his eyes nearly rolling back because of how satisfied his dick was feeling. “we should make her ours, satoru. make her our little cum dump, yeah?” suguru glances at satoru, who only moans as a response when you swirl your thumb around his swollen tip. “seems like she wants to, satoru. the way she’s clenching her dirty little cunt tightly around me tells me she wants to be our cum dump. that right, princess?” suguru utters, now staring into your tear filled eyes as he continues thrusting into you.

you nod your head several times, unable to formulate a proper response as you felt your next orgasm reaching. “‘m gonna cum, shittt,” satoru groans, your soft hand on his cock driving him insane. “m-me too.. gonna fill your womb up with all of my cum,” suguru grits his teeth, and you haven’t even realize his sharp nails nudging into the flesh of your skin.

in the next moment, satoru came entirely over your back and hand— while suguru fucks his cum into you before pulling out. you moan, legs trembling slightly as you feel suguru��s semen warming your baby room. you’re breathing heavily, desperately gasping for air as the two were switching positions, not that you noticed.

you found yourself on all yours and completely naked, face directly inches away from suguru’s cock while satoru had positioned behind of you, pushing your ass back against his hips. “now it’s my turn to dump my cum in you, angel. i’m gonna give you so, so much~” satoru coos, not even giving you a moment to comprehend before shoving him cock into you. “a-ah, fuck-“ your mewl, eyes widening from the deep penetration, instantly making you cum on him. “already came? i just started, y’know,” satoru grunts, thrusting his hips before slapping your ass.

suguru strokes his throbbing dick that was still hard, which earns your attention immediately. he chuckles, his other hand going to caress the side of your face. “you miss my cock already, don’t you?” suguru raises a brow, smacking the tip against your face before you nod. “yeah? t-then take my cock into your mouth- mmh, just like that- good girl,” he praises, pushing half his length pass your lips, groaning at the warm feeling of your mouth.

you bob your head slowly back and forth, sucking and slurping suguru’s cock while using another hand to pump the rest of his length that was unable to fit into your mouth. at the same time, satoru was drowning his cock deep into your cunt, fucking suguru’s cum out and making it stream down your thighs and onto the sheets of your bed. “s-stop squeezing me so much, angel. about to make me cum a-again,” satoru stutters, hands gripping tightly on your hips.

“mm- satoruu- suguruu~” you moan both of their names, pushing your head away to swirl your tongue around suguru’s tip. you clench your walls around satoru, despite him begging you to relax since it was driving him insane. “hear her, suguru? she’s moaning our names like a damn slut,” satoru grins, slapping your ass again.

“yeah, i like it,” suguru replies, pushing his length into your mouth again, feeling your moans vibrate against his dick. “g-gonna fill her mouth with my cum too..”

“hey.. that’s not fair..” satoru glares at suguru. or maybe it is fair and he just doesn’t want to admit it. since the last time they had sex with someone, satoru was the one mostly occupying their attention and barely allowed suguru to interact. to say the least, satoru’s selfish and greedy, but of course if it’s his best friend— he wouldn’t mind sharing, which is why they’re both sworn incubuses. “it is. but whatever [name] says, goes,” suguru hums, reminding satoru of the simple rules they established beforehand.

“‘ts okay- i want you both- to fill me up with your cum-“ you intervene as suguru slips his cock out, exchanging glances between the two. whether the boys like it or not, you’d share yourself equally to them. that was the fair way, but it didn’t mean they’d stop bickering over you. wanting to get rid of their glares at each other, you attract their attention back to you by kitten licking your tongue against suguru’s tip and grind your hips back against satoru. “s-shit. i can’t resist myself any longer, princess,” suguru moans.

satoru was loving the way you were fucking his cock by pushing your hips back against him, it made him pound you even rougher than before. “gonna make this pussy ours then,” satoru whines, his hips slamming harshly against your ass, nearly capturing your remaining attention away from suguru. “let’s fill every single one of her holes with our cum, ‘guru.”

“you fucking bet,” suguru smirks to the idea, as if it wasn’t something they planned from the beginning. the two of them moan, feeling you suck them in tighter, like you’re trying to milk all of their cum out due to the wicked statement. it aroused you, turned you into an even more filthy woman. “g-gonna cum in your pussy now, angel.. fuckkkk, take it all like a good girl,” satoru huffs, hoisting one of your thighs up.

as satoru was reaching his climax, he penetrates his cock deeper into your cunt, making sure all of his cum would reach into your womb like suguru’s did. you cry out, rushes of ecstasy flowing through your veins before satoru shoots his warm semen into you. at the same moment, suguru prods his entire length into your mouth, whether it fit or not, and releases his second load into the back of your throat. your mind is completely scrambled, cramped with lust struck thoughts of the two incubuses.

and just when you think that they’re done, you find yourself lying back on your bed again and legs spread apart to where they both could fit in between. they both wore heavy erotic expressions, eyes practically sparking with hearts as they stared down at you.

it was like you were in a never-ending heaven with two sex demons. you already felt so addicted to the incubuses, like they were going to become a drug you could never stop taking. and well, you couldn’t return the book anymore— not after experiencing this. they were going to be your little secret, your pleasures, your two fuck buddies that will pound their horny cocks into you wherever and whenever.

you keep your filled cunt exposed to them, moaning softly when their mixed cum starts dripping out. to them, it looked like you were desperately pleading for them to fuck you again. and that’s when they knew that they were going to be summoned every single night.

“let’s make sure this pussy remember us, and only us.”

LOAFGETO. thank you for reading! please do not copy my work or publish in another media without my permission.

a/n: i’ll let you guys decide who says the line at the end. ANYWAYS finally on thanksgiving break, im sooo done with school bru. ok lol hope u guys enjoyed. likes + reblogs are appreciated. <3

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PAWNS IN THE COSMOS

‧₊˚ ┊synopsis ... in a world where your soulmate is chosen by you, you wanted to be sure you would be happy as you delve into the complex webs of love.

‧₊˚ ┊fandom ... jujutsu kaisen. ㅤㅤ‧₊˚ ft. ... geto x gn!reader, gojo x gn!reader. ‧₊˚ ┊au! ... soulmates, college. ‧₊˚ ┊genre ... one-shot. ㅤㅤ‧₊˚ content ... fluff, angst. ㅤㅤ‧₊˚ word count ... 5.1k. ‧₊˚ ┊cole's note ... yes, the uni bits were based on my personal experience, ignore that and enjoy ur reading ♡

How is a person defined?

Of course we can delve into personality tangents and unique character traits that only each of us possesses in a perfect combination of stars and magic. However, this alone is not enough. A person is created by more than mere looks and personality; there are dreams, each person's own ways, unique hearts that shine with specific colors conceived by each thought, each action, each desire.

A single personality is not enough to define a person – and all the gods knew this. And as such, a new system was created.

Numbers.

What else to define a person than the infinity of numbers that made up the universe?

All human beings were born marked with simple numbers that dictated their souls; from zero to infinity, passing through the infinities of decimals that each one had for having managed to acquire a body in that new world.

Stuck on the back of their necks, hidden by occasional hair and various clothes, the numbers became something sacred in that society; not only was it something that defined a person, that made them unique, but they were also the main factor in relationships and connections. The thing is, bored with the eternity of cosmic lives, the gods liked to create small games that helped them in the static passage of time – and what more exciting than guiding the various lost souls to their better half?

A soulmate was something primordial.

Created long before the first star was born, soulmates roamed the world hand in hand, their stardust unique to each pair created by the various gods. They were essences without bodies, united only by cosmic dust that insisted on cradling them in the eternities of time and space in the universe. However, just star and cosmic dust was something monotonous, without any substance of its own, without a body of its own that made everything much easier to see, to be marveled at.

Thus, the first humans were created.

A connection that was only felt by the universe, beautified by the stars and constellations that they made their homes, was now something tangible, something that could be seen, something that could be admired. And, since then, relationships began to blossom in the world according to the seasons, making all the love that was felt to be the cause of all the misfortunes and happiness in the world.

Every year, small letters with a specific number and initials appeared on the bedside tables of thousands of people, a hint to eternal happiness appearing in black tones on a white background.

For years, humans followed their cards, creating happy and fulfilled lives for centuries, never once contesting the appearance of neither their cards nor their veracity; the gods commanded, the humans followed.

“Eighty-three million, two hundred and twenty thousand, six hundred and seventy-four point one hundred and ninety-three.”

“What?”

Gojo placed his apple juice on the table and looked at his friend, intrigued by the numbers he recited so naturally.

“It’s their number.”

“Their?” Gojo raised an eyebrow and let out a small pretentious smile, knowing perfectly well who Geto was talking about.

“Their. I saw it yesterday when they got off the bus. It was very brief, but I'm sure that was the number.”

“And what do you intend to do with this life-changing information?”

Geto looked at Gojo for the first time since they sat at the bar table. A smile played on the brunette's lips, his dark eyes shining with the possibilities that danced in his mind.

He leaned forward, his chest almost touching the plate with his sandwich and, in a whisper too low for such a noisy space, Geto spoke in a soft and quite convinced voice.

“Write down this number and compare it to the one on my card.”

“Have you received your card yet?”

Gojo's question came out automatically, a trace of nervousness clinging to the various syllables, his blue eyes widening behind his sunglasses.

“Not yet,” Geto sighed and resumed his starting position, playing with some loose crumbs from his sandwich. “But I believe it’s coming soon. I don’t know how to explain it, but every time I look at them…”

The words that were going to come out of Geto died in his mouth without having a chance to see the light of day. Taken by a mystical force, a chance written by the cosmos, Geto raised his face at the exact moment you entered the bar.

You looked beautiful that day.

Favored by the beauty of that day, the sun's rays painted your smile golden; your eyes shone with the light of new experiences, your words sounding as delicate as the breeze that day.

You entered the bar without any worries, your laugh filling the space with the delicacy of its sound. You were with your group of friends, looking for a free table in that crowded bar for you to have lunch before your afternoon class. Your eyes scanned the compartment with some hope, a smile lingering on your lips after a joke from your best friend.

And then you noticed. In all that confusion, oblivious to your friends' conversations, too focused on finding a place to sit, you saw Geto looking at you. Static, without any thought beyond his eyes, without any reaction when you approached him, your smile expanding with each step you took.

“Hello,” you stopped behind Gojo, one of your hands resting on his chair as your eyes jumped from Geto to Gojo. “Ready for the test?”

Gojo put his hands on his head, ruffling some of his silky hair as he let out a small growl, which made you laugh. And what a laugh. What a melody sung by your lips that seemed to fill the entire bar, drowning out every sound that appeared there.

“I spent the night studying, but I couldn’t memorize anything,” Gojo's outburst was accompanied by a tired sigh, his body leaning back against the chair, making you let go of it. “I don’t think even a miracle could save me.”

“Think of it like this,” you walked to the side of the table, Geto and Gojo on your sides, your group of friends in front of you waiting for you. “It’s about the Bible. Jesus will be with you.”

Gojo gave you a small frown and picked up his apple juice again, giving Geto a little kick under the table.

“And you? Are you ready?” Geto spoke finally, holding his sandwich and taking a small bite as he waited for your response.

“What helps me is being able to take the Bible with me,” you confessed between smiles and winks. “But I’m confident. Our presentation actually went well.”

“The teacher liked it,” Geto set down his sandwich and looked at you. “I think we even make a good team.”

“And I wouldn’t give anything for you two,” you smiled as you gently ruffled Gojo’s hair. “Well, I'm going now. See you later.”

Geto followed you with his gaze out of the bar, the way your body walked excitedly towards your friends, the way your smile didn't leave your lips for a single second.

“Eighty-three million, two hundred and twenty thousand, six hundred and seventy-four point one hundred and ninety-three.” Geto repeated it again under his breath, his eyes still fixed on the bar door.

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“I can’t believe the teacher gave us more work,” Geto grunted, storming into his room. “Where do you want to start?”

He placed his Bible on the desk, throwing his backpack onto the bed. Gojo followed in his footsteps, throwing the book on the bed and placing the backpack on the floor, opening it immediately with a sigh.

“We can start with the document the teacher gave us…” Gojo’s voice was full of doubts and uncertainties, his hands frantically searching his backpack for his notebook. “We can read it and go from there.”

Geto didn't say anything.

Sitting down at the desk, the brunette turned on his computer and waited a few moments until his desktop began to glow in shades of blue and silver. “You start with the document and I’ll look for which books we need to study.”

Gojo nodded and, after making himself comfortable on his best friend's bed, he began to dive into the waves of knowledge in the document, reading and rereading concepts and terms, looking for something in the various lines of ink that could help him in his new work.

Geto, in turn, opened the web page, typing a few words before spending minutes opening and closing tabs, desperately looking for help. Beside him, the Bible was open, several sheets of papers and memory aids reminding Geto which books he needed to highlight and look deeper into.

Shrouded in stories and theories, the two friends didn't notice as the hours passed; Too focused on their work, taking some notes and highlighting the most important thing, Geto and Gojo disconnected from the outside world, believing that, the sooner they finished that work, the sooner they would free themselves from the academic responsibilities that gave them so many headaches.

The sun was slowly setting.

From Geto's bedroom window, the various street lamps began to shine with the certainty that a long night was approaching; cars and people retired to their homes at the end of a long day of work and in the sky, between the soft clouds and the dark blue expanse, several stars made their way to the earth, telling in their death endless stories of past memories and lives lived.

Geto stretched out in his chair. Putting down the computer mouse for a moment and looking away from the screen for the first time since he got home, Geto felt tired. Totally devastated by a complicated day in his life: the Classical Texts exam had gone wrong, no matter how many prayers were in the Bible, he knew that his grade would go down; the teacher, at the end of the exam, gave his students one last assignment in a week full of exams and presentations; and, to end the last ray of hope in Geto, that day had been another day in which he was unable to do anything other than admire you.

It had been almost two years, but Geto had simply withdrawn into a bubble of shyness that prevented him from functioning decently in front of you. He didn't understand why, but you had a power over him; like a spell, an enchantment that prevented him from functioning normally in your presence. It all happened so fast, he didn't even remember the first time he succumbed to your charms, but, once consumed by your unique, cosmic essence, he found himself trapped in a web of emotions that prevented him from leaving.

But now was not the time to dwell on you. Now Geto had an obligation to fulfill and, as much as he wanted to ignore it, he knew that his responsibility as a student had to be pleased.

“Do you want to order food?”

Gojo straightened up in bed, putting his pencil behind his ear, adjusting his sunglasses on his head. “I’m not very hungry…”

“But we need to eat,” Geto stood up with a small grunt, walking away from the desk and grabbing his cell phone. “I'm going to order some food and I'll take the opportunity to call Shoko to ask her for the texts for tomorrow.”

Gojo didn't answer him.

With tired eyes and a yawn trapped in his mouth, Gojo saw his best friend leaving the room, making the room plunge into serene silence.

Tired of studying, feeling a strong pain in his back, Gojo fell onto the bed, taking out his cell phone and starting to explore the digital world while waiting for Geto to return.

Gojo was freely lost among images and videos, reading loose sentences without any context, finding a bit of tranquility in the mess of others; Gojo's slender fingers moved across the screen with ease, clicking on images and links, allowing him to sink into a little peace before returning to work.

But no matter how involved he was in the digital world, that didn't stop Gojo from listening.

It was a faint, low sound, like the turning of a page; it was brief, lasting only a second, something too small to be noticed; but Gojo noticed, Gojo realized that something had happened, and when he sat back down on the bed and looked at Geto's desk, he saw it.

A small, white card rested gently on the wooden surface. It was thin, almost invisible from Gojo's point of view, but those dark letters, that black that adorned the card left no room for doubt: Geto had just received his card.

Gojo leaned forward, looking closely at the initials and numbers written on the card.

There was silence.

A dark silence took over Geto's room, leaning into every corner, refusing to leave through the door that Geto had left open. The shadows in the room seemed thicker at that moment, gaining a bit of dimension when seen from the corner of Gojo's eye; it seemed like they were watching him, trying to keep Gojo's actions in their dark corners, silently judging everything Gojo did, everything he thought.

But Gojo continued to look at the card, memorizing the initials and numbers, repeating them in his mind over and over again. Until he heard Geto's voice approaching the room and he let the shadows keep the secret he had just made.

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Geto was at the bus stop patiently waiting. Letting the sun warm him through the bus stop window, Geto faced the road with a smile on his lips.

Seeing students and teachers walking up and down the street, hearing the happy birdsong and feeling the cool breeze of the day on his face, Geto couldn't be happier at that moment. That day, it seemed as if the whole world had gained a new color, a new meaning, as if all the stars that made up the universe had arranged themselves especially to link Geto's path.

He was certain that in that day nothing would destroy his enthusiasm. Not when he held tightly to a small white card and waited patiently for a bus to arrive, for you to arrive.

It had been mere minutes since Geto arrived at the stop to see your bus arriving punctually at your building. Keeping all the enthusiasm he was feeling in a small box inside his heart, Geto approached you when you got off the platform, ready for another day of classes.

“Good morning!”

“Oh, good morning, Geto,” your smile painted constellations, illuminating the entire universe with a simple curve of affection and delicacy. “Were you waiting for me?”

“Eighty-three million, two hundred and twenty thousand, six hundred and seventy-four point one hundred and ninety-three.”

You stopped walking and looked seriously at your classmate. Confused by why those numbers were recited so passionately, you waited for Geto to continue his reasoning. Looking closely at Geto, you couldn't help but let out a small smile; there was something about his childish enthusiasm, his cosmic joy that made you feel at least the slightest bit comfortable.

“It’s your number, isn’t it?”

“And how do you know my number?” your smile had taken on a playful tone, not realizing where that conversation would lead you, or why he was having it with you at that moment. As such, and as always, you just waited.

“Because they gave me that number yesterday.”

Geto handed you the small card he kept in his hand. Curious about his words, you looked at that white piece of paper, seeing your number and initials in dark tones.

Y/N 83220674,193

You remained silent for a moment while you assimilated all that information.

In reality, you hadn't received your card yet, but you didn't care. In so many years of life, you have never had the need to get together with someone, to let the gods guide your destiny with a mere card; but that didn't mean you weren't expecting it. You were never a romantic by nature, avoiding cliché films and closing the books when the couple began to express their eternal love for each other; but that didn't mean you didn't want that magic for yourself.

The reality is that throughout your life you have had to worry about something more than the triviality that was love. From friendships to school, your entire life was made up of obstacles that prevented you from delving into the complex webs of romantic relationships that could have been.

But there it was. A card. Your number. Your initials. There was no denying it – Geto’s soulmate was you.

Still trapped in those complex numbers and the beautiful initials carved into the white of the card, your mind began to wander to a future that could exist, leaving you speechless, completely surrendered to the surprise of the event.

“You seem excited about that idea,” not knowing how to respond, not knowing how to act after that revelation, you tried to focus your attention on Geto, starting to walk into the building with your colleague always by your side.

“Just happy for the confirmation.”

“Confirmation?” You looked at Geto confused and he just smiled before opening the door to the building for you.

“I always knew it was you.”

You gave a small laugh that gently echoed through the interior of the building. “What made you so sure?”

“That’s what I felt.” Geto let a sigh escape him, his lips expanding more and more into the victorious smile he wore. “Since the first day I saw you.”

You looked curiously at Geto as you climbed the stairs to the second floor.

“I can't explain it to you, but from the first day I saw you, I felt something inside me change. It's hard to explain, but it's as if the forces of the universe were pulling me towards you. Many times, without meaning to, I was already looking at you and wondering how I could talk to you.”

Geto's words traveled seamlessly to your ears, collecting all the celestial magic they could grab along the way. Geto's confession appeared wrapped in the stardust of the sky that sheltered you, leaving you to smile shyly at your colleague's frankness.

Would it be true? All the words Geto said seemed too whimsical to be real, his honesty appearing like a small butterfly on warmer days, flapping its wings and simplicity with the lightness of someone who didn't care about what he said.

“Very well,” you said finally, opening the door to the classroom and giving Geto space to enter. “And what do you intend to do with this new information?”

“For starters,” smiled Geto, leaning against one of the desks, the one where you always sat, and putting his hands in his pants pockets, “I’m going to ask you out on a date.”

“What if I say no?”

You sat in your seat, placing your backpack on the table and looking at Geto with amusement.

“I will invite you until you say yes.”

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You wouldn't go as far as to say you were in love, but the truth was you felt something.

You would never think that agreeing to go out with Geto would bring you the avalanche of feelings that you started to feel. There was something about him. Something that moved you, that managed to reach your core and comfort your heart as if it were a blanket. You couldn't explain what it was, you couldn't explain what it was like, you just felt it. And it was something so unique and unusual that it consumed you every time you were with Geto.

Since the day you agreed to go out with him, your whole world seemed to have changed.

“Explain something to me,” Geto stretched as he sat in the chair. Leaning forward and resting his chin on his hand, he stared at you, eyes so bright and passionate that he made you feel important.

“What?”

“What do I need to do so I can be yours?”

You choked on the water. The words that Geto said hadn't crossed your mind, taking you by surprise.

You coughed once, twice, three times, placed the glass of water on the table and looked at Geto, your eyes still shining with the tears that had formed seconds ago.

“What?”

“I just want to know,” his smile was infectious. Whenever Geto looked at you, he smiled, a smile that spread across his face and made him more beautiful, more brilliant, as if that curve of his lips were the only detail about him. “We have already gone on several dates. We already know each other well. What is missing?"

You stared at Geto.

In fact, you felt something every time you were with Geto, your heart growing warmer with each moment shared with him. But that something was indescribable, you couldn't understand the nature of that something. What was it? How had it come about? Why did it torment you so much every time you were with Geto?

Yes. You could ignore it. Just take yourself in the comfort of that feeling, and allow yourself to enjoy a little of the tranquility that that feeling offered you. But there was something about that feeling, there was something that made you feel nervous. Maybe it was because you were happy and it had been years since you last felt so carefree and light; maybe it was because you couldn't explain what you felt, the lack of words and descriptions leaving you delirious. You didn't know exactly what it was. You just knew you weren't ready.

“I'm waiting,” you let out a small smile, looking at the water in the glass and thinking deeply about that something attacking your heart. What was that?

“For a formal request?” Geto let out a small laugh, so beautiful and melodious that it made the authenticity of your smile change tones, the small line becoming more real with that laugh. “I can kneel here right now and ask you to be yours.”

“No,” now it was you who laughed, holding Geto's hands when he made a move to get up. “Don’t you dare!”

“So what do you want? Tell me and I’ll give you anything.”

“My card.”

You whispered your confession a little nervously, letting your voice get lost in the university bar.

Geto looked at you, the smile that beautified him so much gently fading as he thought and repeated your words in his mind. Your card. Your card? Why were you waiting for something you already knew? What did you want to find in your white piece? Why was confirming a number so important to you? Didn't you feel your connection? Didn't you feel how your souls were interconnected for generations and eras, your essence existing on the same star before inhabiting the human bodies that held you back from expressing your true love?

“Why?”

Geto's voice had changed tone. Before playful, sprinkled with passion and affection, it was now serious, monotonous, without any feeling attached to the intonation of the syllables.

“Just…” you continued to stare at the glass of water, too embarrassed by your whim, thinking that your request was a betrayal for Geto. “I just want to be sure.”

Geto looked at you without showing any emotion. His bright eyes were now opaque, focused on your figure, studying your posture; his lips were in a straight line, too tense from the conversation to be able to express a mere smile.

Finally, he took a deep breath and leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes and putting his hands in his coat pockets.

“If that’s what you want, I’ll wait.”

Geto's words gently lifted your chin, finally looking at him, seeing a small, shy smile on his lips, filled with a small sadness, wrapped in understanding.

“Tell me your number.”

“Sixty-nine point zero, one, six, zero.”

“…six, zero,” Geto’s number was now saved on your cell phone. You were smiling, believing that that exchange of numbers could be the last drop to fill the glass of your doubts – it had to be him, you felt it.

Geto got up from his chair, smiling and offering you his hand.

You put your cell phone away and held Geto's hand, feeling his warm, thin fingers intertwine with yours, gently pulling you out of the bar and taking you through the city's flowery paths to your house.

Saying goodbye with a kiss on your forehead, Geto watched you enter your home, the smile he still wore being painted with love and complete devotion – how he loved you.

You sighed when you entered the house. You were tired. Classes were becoming increasingly demanding and, with the semester almost over, the pressure only increased.

You placed your hands on your shoulders and pressed down hard as you walked to your room. Your back was burning, a fog of anxiety was clouding your mind, your feet were asking for a moment of rest.

You threw yourself onto the bed, leaving your backpack at the bedroom door. You were exhausted, you couldn't even open your eyes. Ready to get some sleep before studying, you took your cell phone out of your pants pocket and placed it on the bedside table next to the white card.

The white card.

As if pinching you with electricity, the card woke you up to reality. You quickly sat down on the bed, holding that piece of paper in your hands. Finally the confirmation, finally the key to your happiness.

S.G.

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You abruptly pulled Gojo into an empty room. After closing the door with some force, you faced your friend who looked at you confused and a little worried.

“What…”

“You should have told me.”

You cut Gojo's words without any difficulty, throwing your card at Gojo, he fumbling to catch the lightness of the paper.

You were upset, completely furious. Your heart pounded with the knowledge of that betrayal, forcing you to look at Gojo with angry eyes and trembling lips.

“What happe…”

“Look at the card,” you didn’t want to shout at Gojo, it wasn’t in your nature to speak loudly to other people, but at that moment, totally consumed by all the emotions that arose in your heart, you couldn’t control your tone of voice, your words coming out louder than intended. “Look at the card and explain to me why you didn’t tell me!”

Gojo's blue eyes looked at you nervously, the glow that embellished them giving them a fear that was completely unknown to him. It took a while. He was still assimilating your words, repeating them in his head, trying to understand what you specifically meant. But, when all the dots connected, when your anger became justifiable and the card essential, Gojo quickly looked at the card, letting out a small curse when he saw the initials and numbers that adorned the white piece of paper.

S.G. 2430.1872

“I can explain…”

“I don't believe it. It is really you! You switched the cards!”

You let out a fake laugh, turning your body to face the door in an attempt to calm down. After taking a deep breath once, twice, three times, you looked back at Gojo, who now had a look of determination that didn't match your conversation.

“He loves you.”

“He’s not my soulmate,” you couldn’t explain, but your eyes started to water. Anger? Despair? Betrayal? What emotion did you seek from the turbulent sea that shook your heart to make you want to cry?

“That doesn’t invalidate the fact that he loves you.”

You shook your head, your lips forming a fake, angry smile, painted with the turmoil that existed in your heart. “You know perfectly well it does.”

“Listen,” Gojo approached you, the card held in one of his hands, his sunglasses almost falling off his head. “You like him. It's noticeable! The way you look at him, the way you shine when you're with him. You…"

“No!” you shouted without realizing it, snatching the card from Gojo's hand and waving it in front of his eyes. “You are my soulmate. It's you I have to stay with. You are the one I have to love.”

“No. No! No!” now Gojo was also shouting, desperate to make himself heard, wanting to explain himself at all costs. “You don’t have to keep yours…”

“You know perfectly well what happens to those who don’t stay with their soulmate.” Sadness. Hurt. Suffering. Grief. Years of pure despair. Years of nothing but anguish. “Do you really want him to be like that? Consumed by the negativity of the universe?”

“How,” Gojo laughed, a little insane with your argument, taking his hands to his head and taking off the glasses that made him feel weird. “How is he going to be unhappy if he has loved you since the first day you met?”

“Feelings come and go,” your tone returned to normal, your gaze now trapping Gojo in a box with no escape, your conversation turning from despair to frustration. “He wouldn’t be happy with me.”

Gojo looked at you furious with your deaf ears. You looked at Gojo irritated by his empty words.

The door opened.

Geto entered.

“I heard screams… Is everything okay?”

Geto's eyes jumped from you to Gojo. He was confused, he didn't understand why you were alone in an empty room screaming. On the other side of the door, Geto hadn't been able to understand the nature of your argument, but now looking at you, he knew it was something serious.

“Tell him.” Your eyes finally got tired, the first tear sliding easily down your face, taking with it a bit of the sadness of reality. “Tell him, Gojo.”

“Tell me what?”

Now Geto started to get nervous. What had happened between the two of you to create such a tense atmosphere? How did the two of you, the ones who were always joking with each other, the ones who knew nothing more than laughter and smiles, how did the two of you end up screaming and crying?

“Tell him how I will never be happy with him because I am destined to love you.”

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chrissy-dont-talk · 7 months

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I could take him….

and fix him

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ofstardustanddreaming · 24 days

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exam season

oneshot summary: (the request) Geto comforting his upset girlfriend (reader), his girlfriend had low grades on a test of a subject she was really good at, yet she was crying in her pillows, needing Geto’s comfort and reassurance. Once she texted Geto, he immediately saw it. Rushing to your house/apartment and went in your bedroom.

content warnings: none, just heavy fluff and comfort

fandom: jujutsu kaisen

character: suguru geto x reader

gender neutral reader

anon request

a.n. - this was theraputic to write, anon i thank you!

The rain was really reflective of what your mood was. You were curled up on the bed you share with Geto, nothing else on your mind but the rain drops on the window, matching your tears in terms of how fast they were coming down. The blanket was pulled up half way, you didn't really have the energy to pull them up all the way.

Worthless was the only word that was coming to your mind right now. The worry about not being enough, and how that will affect your future, is the only thing you can focus on. You were always hard on yourself when you did anything wrong, the need to be perfect taking over every aspect of your life. Particularly when it came to grades. So, when you fail an exam in your favorite class where you knew the content by heart, or so you thought, it derailed you to hell.

You texted Geto about your failed grade, but told him to not rush home, you knew how busy he was at work. And with the little slide into negativity you were having, your heart clenched, wondering if he would leave you for not being smart enough, or if you were holding him back from other relationships. Because if you weren't smart, what was stopping you from sliding into other areas and not being enough there? It causes you to curl up tighter and cry harder, partly wishing Geto did come to you immediately, and partly thinking you shouldn't distract him from work.

In your tears and misery, you failed to hear Geto enter your shared apartment. It was only when he quietly opened the door to the bedroom that you heard him and you roll over. You snap up from your laying position to sit up. You wipe away the tears, although it didn't stop the panicky breaths you were still hiccupping.

"Oh, sweet thing." He murmurs, taking long strides to sit next to you, where he was facing you. He scooches as close as he can, cupping your face in his hands, wiping away any stray tears that were still leaking.

"You didn't have to come home early from work." You rasp, cringing inwardly, not wanting to appear imperfect. You clear your throat, trying to look anywhere that wasn't Geto's concerned eyes, thinking you weren't worth that amount of concern. You especially didn't think your break down warranted him coming home a few hours earlier.

"Don't do that. Don't internalize your thoughts." He warns, truly concerned at how you were spiraling. He wanted to help, and needed you to communicate with him how you were feeling. When you texted him 'just failed a test in my favorite class, i'll need your comfort tonight', he knew that you probably needed the comfort a bit earlier than that. He knew how you took failure, and it wasn't a good thing for you.

When he entered the room, his heart hurt to see you so distraught over something that didn't mean anything in the long run. And then to see you trying to hide it, seemingly changing your mind about wanting his comfort for whatever reason, he knew he had to put an end to that.

That's why he stood up to change his position on the bed, but first standing you up, and then he sat with his back facing the headboard like you were just were. He pulls you into his lap and his arms reach around you. One arm landing where half of it was on your spine so that way that hand could have its thumb rubbing soothing circles into your neck, and the other arm pulling you in close at the waist.

Your knees were on either side of his waist, and you throw your arms around his neck, finally accepting the comfort you so badly craved. You bury your face into his neck, feeling slightly bad for the water he was definitely feeling at the neck. You lightly run your hands through his hair, a subconscious way of trying to lower the anxiety you were feeling.

He lets you cry it out for however long you need first, before jumping into saying anything comforting. He wants his actions to speak more for him currently than his words, knowing you would want his words when you talk about what's bothering you. He tilts his head so that way he could give you light kisses to your cheek and any other open area.

Eventually your tears stop, and your breathing was evening out. You pull back, your face feeling sticky and warm all over from the tears, and your head slightly hurt. You cringe a little when you see the tear stains you left behind, but Geto gives you a pointed look about it, knowing this is something that you'd feel bad about.

"Before you tell me what's wrong, I'm going to grab you some water. I don't know why I didn't think of that, but I'll be right back, okay sweet thing?" He says, his hands now over yours as he rubs soothing circles into the back of them. You nod, trying to shake the feeling of awfulness that he was taking care of you. You know you'd do the same in his position, but it was hard to shake given the slips into negativity.

He's back quickly, silently urging you to drink before your talk. He sits back down, pulling one knee up to his chest to rest an arm on, and the other leg stretches out next to you. You're sitting crisscross on the bed, taking quite a few sips of water. After you're done, Geto grabs the empty cup and sets it on the night stand next to him. He brings his gaze back to you, and you see how his gaze holds concern. The brow furrowing as he leans forward, his hand taking yours again.

You move forward a couple more inches, wanting to be close to him. You can't imagine the disarray you're in now, growing a little bashful under his concern and worry of what you looked like after that breakdown. He's quick to use his other hand to lightly grip your chin to look back at him.

"Uh-uh, none of that now. Please let me in to what you're feeling. I want to help you." His voice is soft and soothing, head tilting to listen to your problems.

"How could I end up so lucky, to get a man so patient? Someone who'd leave work early just to come help me over something so ridiculous. I can't believe I'd cry over something like a bad grade." You start to berate yourself, your voice still a little shaky. He stays silent, albeit he gave a small glare at you berating yourself, but he wants to hear a little bit more before interjecting, knowing you'd have more on your chest.

"I don't deserve you, truly. I make you come home from work early, I can't handle the smallest ounce of failure. I know this content like the back of my hand, and yet I still failed. I mean, what's stopping you from finding someone else who knows their stuff and can prove it?" Your breath starts to hitch as you continue.

"This is the start of me land sliding into a state of being completely, utterly imperfect, and you'll realize that soon. You'll leave me for someone who knows how to keep their composure over something so silly." You end your small rant to him, taking your hand back from him and burying your face in them as you draw your legs up to your chest.

Your face is warm as you feel embarrassed, knowing there's no reason too. But everyone feels a little embarrassed afterwards, showing vulnerability in the smallest ounce. Geto leans close to you, pulling you into his chest. He runs his hand up and down your spine, letting you open up your body language on your own time. Once you pull your hands away, biting your lip in nerves to what he has to say, that's when he starts speaking, knowing now is the best time for verbal comfort. He also puts a thumb to your lip, trying to stop your habit, not wanting you to draw blood.

"Oh, my sweet darling. How long have you been holding this in? You know, it's truly me who is so lucky to have you. Don't think that you're nothing to me when you mean everything, always voice that concern to me and I'll always remind you. I never mind dropping anything I'm doing to come to you when you're having a breakdown." He kisses your forehead, wanting to address that first.

"I may be someone who's more quiet about praise, but I hope that it means my words hold more weight when I say that you're truly one of the most intelligent people I have gotten the pleasure of knowing. I know you know that content, I always love hearing you talk about it. You don't see the spark in your eyes when you talk about it like I do. I know so much more about that topic because of you. You know it in and out, and some stupid test you fail once won't convince me you don't know it. Sometimes bad days happen." He continues, and it causes you to start to smile.

It's a light tug at either end of your lips, but Geto knows his words are working. It lightens his shoulders a little to see so.

"It's okay to be flawed, you know. You are perfect to me, but it's okay to fall down once in a while too. You're holding yourself to standards that are going to hurt you mentally. You see how much I love you, even after failing something. It's because I have the knowledge that you know that subject, and you're perfect in other aspects to me. I'll always be there to catch you when you're falling, to tell you it's okay. I would never leave you for someone else because you think you're too much of a failure for me. You're not a failure, and I'll never leave you." He says, making sure to put emphasis on not leaving you.

"Imperfections and mistakes happen. It's how you move forward with yourself I find so wonderful." He finishes, giving you the slightest ghost of a kiss, that eventually turns into a harder one that you initiate.

It soothes you that he addresses every concern you have, and you lurche forward to embrace him.

"Thank you 'Toru." You whisper, and he holds you tight.

"Oh, my love, it's never an issue for me to help you. It's just a grade at the end of the day. Now come on, I brought home take away, your favorite. I also brought back your favorite from the bakery you love." He says, eyes glittering at how much happier you were looking already, how your eyes brightened.

"The best boyfriend I could ever have!" You exclaim as you drag him with you to the dining area, where you both laugh and spirits are raised for the remainder of the evening.

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itadore-you · 10 months

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suguru geto x gn!reader

(cw: angst & jjk vol 0 spoilers)

It was spring when you met him. The wind cold but the sun was out. The branches of the trees were still semi-naked. "back to school" season; you stood on the train platforms waiting to be picked up, nervous in your new uniform. The sleeves were a bit shorter than you expected, you noted whilst tugging them down, and then you saw him. The student supposed to be picking you up.

Suguru Geto.

To be honest, the only reason you knew he was there for you was because of his obvious jujutsu uniform with its shining pin on his chest. Also, he was really goddamn tall. His face stood out among the crowd, with his eccentric topknot and bangs framing a small grin. You already knew that you liked him. He looked like a good person, back then, you think.

It was winter when you last knew of him. Gojo knew that you were also there in his last moments, but never acted as though you were, as he dealt a final blow to Geto, and you clasped a hand over your mouth as your eyes welled with tears, watching it all from behind a wall. His body lay there, in the cold. No breaths into the clear, cold sky. Dead. You turn to leave, knowing it didn't have to turn out like this. Where was your Suguru, who smiled at you on your first day and offered you a bite from his bento when you forgot your lunch? You do not know. It felt like something had taken over his body long ago, and the person you loved had never even existed.

#geto suguru angst #geto angst #geto x reader #geto x reader angst #geto oneshot #jjk #jjk angst #suguru geto x reader

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nanamisbbygirl · 2 years

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curses & kisses

type: drabble, fluff, slightest hint of angst

includes: highschool geto suguru x gn! reader

summary: curses can leave a bad taste in geto’s mouth, making him a little worried to kiss you. (established relationship).

geto doesn’t like to kiss you after missions. it’s not as if he doesn’t want to, because oh how he’s missed you. in reality, he’s plagued with the lingering taste of cursed spirits on his tongue and the last thing he wants is to pass that morbid taste to you.

“please, su,” you beg with a small pout. you can’t understand his reasoning, because geto has get to explain why he always avoids you like this. it’s not like he can put the flavor of curses into words; life draining and depressing didn’t sound appetizing. geto stands tall and holds his ground while you stand behind him, arms wrapped around his narrow waist leaning onto him in the slightest bit. the two of you are alone in one the school’s many empty hallways as you slowly make your way towards geto’s dorm room.

“in a little,” he sighs, hoping that by then the remnants will have worn off. even he can’t resist your kisses. still though, you don’t like his answer, maneuvering in front of him and looking right into his heavy eyes.

“did i do something wrong?” it hurts him that you think that’s the reason he isn’t indulging you in physical affection. geto slowly traces the outside of your hands with the inside of his palms, shaking his head.

he catches your eyes for a second before mustering up the courage to speak. never did he think he’d be sharing his most inner thoughts out loud. in all honesty, it made him kind of nervous.

“i think i have bad breath.” it’s not the whole truth, but it’s the gist of it... a very watered down gist of it. you look at him like a confused dog, tilting your head slightly while furrowing your brows. “’cause you know all the curses i consume and... stuff.”

this is one of the first times you’ve seen your boyfriend this nervous. yet, behind those enamoring eyes of his, you can see there was more to the story than he was letting on. you didn’t want to push, and you didn’t want to pry but you also wanted to reassure him.

your face lit up with an idea, digging into your uniform pocket and pulling out a candy that your friend gojo had brought from his own missions. you placed it carefully on your tongue before reaching up and cupping geto’s jaw.

fluttering your eyes shut, you kiss him. there is no bad breath, like he was so worried about and as your lips meet, you manage to slip your own tongue into his mouth, passing along the sweet treat to him. he hums, surprised by your action but he doesn’t shy away.

his hands find their spot on your hips, smiling slightly.

“did that help with your bad breath?” you ask with a lovesick smile. he nods and responds:

“it did, now there’s no reason for me not to kiss you.” you giggle as he begins to lightly pepper your face and lips with more kisses.

your laughter is enough to ground him back in reality, there was nothing to be worried about. with you he didn’t have to fret over curses, he could let his troubles melt away into a forgettable puddle.

the tender moment the two of you were sharing was suddenly interrupted by a voice down the hall.

“ew, get a room you two,” shoko shouted, a smirk on her face while a recognizable white haired sorcerer was at her side. he flashed them a grossed out look before geto latched onto your hand, pulling you along through the halls and making a run for his room.

sure enough, there would be similar actions behind closed doors as well.

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foranpo · 7 months

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◞ ꙳ ๋࣭ ⭑` rumours heard by... .༊

‧₊˚. synopsis: gojo had vanity in his wings. perhaps, among the entire celestial realm, gojo's wings were the most beautiful and purest of them all. ㅤhowever, the contamination of a single feather makes the angel nervous about the destiny of his wings, leading him to ask god about the fate of corrupted wings. ㅤdriven by curiosity, and guided by god, gojo quickly finds his way to the underworld, where his mission to protect the devil leads him to discover truths that should not be revealed. ㅤwill the fate of his wings be more important than the truth about his own god?

‧₊˚. fandom: jujutsu kaisen. ㅤㅤ˖°. characters: getou x reader. ㅤㅤ˖°. genre: long-shot. ㅤㅤㅤ˖°. au: celestial! ㅤㅤㅤ˖°. content: angst, major character death. ‧₊˚. word count: ~3k each part // 10k total.

RUMORS HEARD BY THE ANGEL; ㅤㅤ–where the angel receives a new mission.

The sky was made of hundreds of celestial beings –small, magnificent and diverse creatures that effortlessly beautified the eternity of the kindest souls. However, of all existing creatures, the one that always stood out, the one that was always famous, was, without any doubt, the angel.

Everyone knew that to be an angel, to be worthy of possessing two beautiful white wings, one had to be, above all, beautiful. Of course, beauty was a subjective matter, with different perspectives shaping the meaning of the word itself; but the reality is that, in the celestial world, for someone to be beautiful, it was enough to be pure.

In the celestial world, where the color white ruled all beings present in paradise, the purity and innocence of that brilliant color dictated all laws and, as such, it was only natural for all celestials to be pure of heart. And, among so many candidates and so many angels, the purest creature of them all was, without a shadow of a doubt, Gojo Satoru.

There was not a single soul in that world who knew the origins of that angel or why he was considered the purest creature of all; however, everyone knew the reality that involved Gojo: of all the angels, he was the one who had the most beautiful wings: large and extensive, his feathers were extremely soft, making all creatures want to run their hands through them; the crown designated to Gojo, the small yellow daisies and gardenias, offered an extreme shine to Gojo's white hair, the play of colors hypnotizing so many creatures; the angel's eyes were already bright by nature, showing that that celestial being had already seen a lot, had already seen all of humanity's purest and darkest natures.

All this and much more made Gojo Satoru the most beautiful celestial being in that world –after all, Gojo not only had an interior that radiated white and yellow light, welcoming any being that spoke to him; no. Gojo Satoru also had unique physical beauty, hair and eyes, hands and lips, wings and words. Everything about Gojo Satoru was, in fact, beautiful.

However, it wasn't just that angel's singular beauty that made the celestial being someone to respect or admire –what really distinguished Gojo Satoru from all angels and creatures was the choice of pronouns he had decided to use. Choosing something as banal as a gender, Gojo's other colleagues began to treat him with respect, they began to congratulate him, to envy him.

Gojo Satoru was, in fact, one of the few angels who chose a gender, his rare decision being driven by the altruism of his heart, the hope of facilitating various conversations and missions showing the purity of Gojo's heart, making him the best angel in the heavenly world.

And, with Gojo being the best angel in the celestial world, it was only natural for god, for you, to constantly recruit him for your most important and cherished missions, Gojo's entire curriculum being filled with successes in missions of guidance and advice, Gojo's only failure being painted black on one of the smallest feathers on his right wing.

For, in the celestial world, missions dictated the wings of angels.

You didn't like to forgive as often as was believed, as you once did. After being betrayed time after time, you lost trust in your companions, your generosity was so characteristic that it was only exclusive to a few, to those who showed themselves worthy of your trust.

As such, you would like to punish the angels for their vanity.

By staining their wings with black petroleum, the feathers became tiring, the weight of failure making them so heavy that, if they were not compensated for in subsequent work, they would eventually fall off. However, if one was successful in their mission, the feathers would once again become extremely white, their lightness increasing their softness, forgiveness being conquered one feather at a time, the vanity of the angels losing importance after recovering their purity.

In fact, Gojo only had a single small black feather, so small that it was practically impossible to see; but Gojo knew it existed and knew that if he didn't make up for it, he would lose one of the feathers he treasured so much.

As such, and determined to show you that he was still capable of carrying out missions and erasing his failure, Gojo knocked lightly on the brown door in front of him, patiently waiting for your voice to sound on the other side.

“Come in,” you said monotonously, tired of such a long and exhausting day, wishing you could retire to your room and finally rest.

Upon your permission, a long, drawn-out sigh greeted Gojo as he entered, the desperation of your work being shrouded in hurt and tiredness –and Gojo shivered; he had never anticipated finding you in such a bad mood.

“Oh, Gojo. Do you need something?”

Your bright eyes quickly found Gojo's beautiful figure, the smile stuck on your lips being formed from the moment you pronounced your favorite angel's name.

Gojo had been to your office enough times to know that your affectionate greeting was your way of allowing Gojo to really enter the office –and he did so. With uncertain and calculated steps, Gojo carefully stepped on the red carpet of your office, his eyes always fixed on the chair he had to occupy.

In a few minutes, Gojo carefully sat down on the chair, arranging his beautiful wings so they wouldn't get deformed, and, when he was already comfortable on that wooden seat, he waited for you to speak to him –you always had to have the first word.

“So? To what do I owe the honor of your visit?”

There was a certain tension between you and Gojo; there has always been tension between you and Gojo –ever since the angel remembered that tension filled the air when the two of you met, and what really worried Gojo was that he couldn't tell if the tension was something negative or if it was due to the fact that you respect Gojo like you've never respected anyone else.

There was a brief moment of silence filled with doubts on Gojo's part, curiosity slowly growing in you and, unable to bear the endless wait, you let out a new smile, a smile that carried with it the impatience you felt.

And Gojo shuddered.

As soon as that curved line formed on your lips, Gojo shivered, feeling obliged to speak. The angel took a deep breath in an attempt to gather all the strength that had abandoned him from the moment he entered the office; he swallowed hard, searching for the right words in his mind and, adjusting his right wing, Gojo finally spoke:

“I wanted to make up for the failure of the mission that stained my wing.”

You allowed Gojo's request to hang in the air like angels' feathers, the lightness of his words being transported to a universe far from you, Gojo's bright eyes unable to meet your face as you waited for Gojo's speech to come to an end.

But how could the angel finish his reasoning if he didn't even know what to do?

The reality is that Gojo had heard rumors.

During his time in the celestial world, there were several rumors that roamed the corridors of the great palace, the whispers of the various angels and archangels becoming so common that one thought they were true stories.

Rumors were told in laughter and whispers, some more detailed than others, the sweet and bitter words that slipped through the lips of the various celestials carrying lives and hopes, destroying reputations and goals.

In fact, the rumors in the celestial world were something that was on everyone's lips; even though no malice was found in the pronunciation of the immense words, the reality is that all the consequences that those simple rumors could bring were inevitable.

And that was why Gojo avoided them at all costs –after all, Gojo was the best angel in the celestial world.

However, there was a rumor that seemed to entice Gojo, the devil's own hand guiding the various words to the angel's ears every time that subject was mentioned by others.

Because, quite simply, Gojo couldn't ignore rumors about angel wings.

Gojo has always had a special liking for the various wings that existed, admiring the different shapes and sizes, the textures of the feathers and how they changed depending on a mission. Wings have always been something that intrigued Gojo. Yes, the angel always felt amazed at the various wings that were found in the celestial world, so it was only natural for him to hear the various rumors that alluded to such a delicate and gentle topic.

Several rumors had been heard by Gojo, all of them carefully considered in an attempt to understand the complexity of those gossips, trying to unravel which were true and which were the most absurd. However, the reality is that in a world where everything has to be true, it was quite difficult to find something that was a lie.

In this way, Gojo always feared.

There were several rumors that he heard, true, but most of them were filled with a negativity that should not be so simple for celestial beings to pronounce.

Gojo always lived under the illusion that angel wings were something guaranteed, something that one got as soon as they reached heaven and proved their worth to god, to you. However, with so many rumors running through the angel's ears, Gojo began to value his wings more, stroking his feathers three hours a day, washing them with precision and care, his most precious possession being those two gifts offered by you.

“Is the black feather bothering you?”

No response.

No reaction.

Of course the feather was bothering Gojo. Spending a life immersed in the purity of white, having a small black spot that carried malice with it was everything that bothered that angel the most.

Gojo sighed, unable to find the courage to speak anymore, hoping that you would be the same as always and continue your thought out loud, giving Gojo a small opening to finally speak.

“Why does it bother you so much? You’re not the only one who only has a dark feather,” you smiled, as if finding the whole situation amusing, as if delighting in Gojo’s concern.

And Gojo knew.

Gojo knew that he was not the only one who carried with him the consequences of poorly executed missions, he knew that there were many angels and archangels who vainly displayed the beauty of all their feathers so that all who deigned to see them would know that they had stories to tell. But Gojo wasn't like them. Gojo was different. And, being different, he wanted to remain pure, he didn't want to be corrupted by failure and, as such, he was determined to have a mission that would compensate him for that small, shy black feather.

“I have heard rumors, my liege.”

Gojo began to speak quietly, the angel's tired eyes focusing only on your table, the various manuscripts and illegible letters becoming everything that Gojo saw. “And, honestly, they are the ones that bother me the most.”

“What rumors?”

You seemed to be genuinely interested in the angel's words, putting down your pen that you were writing with and resting your elbows on the table top, while you let your star-stained hair entice Gojo to look at you –as soon as the shine and smell of your hair became intense, the angel could no longer retreat.

Gojo stared at you, losing himself for brief moments in your intense eyes, falling into the stories they told with each wink.

“Gojo?”

“Rumors of…”

Should Gojo tell you the truth? To his superior? What if the reality of all the rumors he heard was just that? Mere rumors that had no basis of truth? But still, there was a small part of Gojo that believed these rumors, a small part that wanted to know the truth about them, that little black feather enticing Gojo's lips to utter the question that had lodged itself in the angel's throat for so long.

“What happens when an angel has all his wings painted black?”

“Is that what worries you?” The laugh you let out was loud and melodious, the echo of the fun you felt echoing loudly in your office, bringing a little comfort to that large room. “I doubt you’ll let your wings get all contaminated.”

“But what happens?”

Gojo's insistence was something unusual for the angel, after all, Gojo had never let his curiosity and fear tarnish his purity. That is, until he finally got a black feather.

The silence that followed was different, filled with doubts on both sides.

Your eyes showed a bit of concern in their intense shine, the smile you always wore on every occasion fading as soon as Gojo's insistence was felt in the angel's inappropriate words.

The wait that existed to find out who would be the next to speak seemed endless, with neither of you wanting to take the first step to reestablish the conversation.

In fact, a lot of time has passed since Gojo's last words hung in the air, you looking at him attentively, Gojo looking away from your figure, completely consumed by the shame of his actions –Gojo shouldn't have asked that.

“Gojo, let me ask you something.”

You carefully dragged your chair just enough to give you room to get out, your feet lightly stepping on the office carpet as you walked to the golden shelf, the shelf that was meant for the more complicated missions, the missions that were only assigned to the best angels of all.

“You've been here for a few centuries. I'm sure you've seen a lot. Both in our world and in the ancient world. So let me ask you… Have you ever seen an angel with completely black wings?”

Your question was dragged by the turning of pages of the book you were holding, the sight of your delicate movement calmly and patiently dragging the question to Gojo's ears.

As soon as the angel heard the words, as soon as he processed what you had asked him, Gojo realized that, in fact, he had never seen anyone with completely black wings. Yes, he could have seen large wings stained with black, but some purity and innocence of the white of the angels always managed to quickly contrast in those wings. No celestial being was wearing fully black wings in that world.

“I deduce that, from your silence, your answer is negative.” You once again adopted that smile that was so characteristic of yours, the various meanings that that simple curved line contained had yet to be revealed. “I confess that I am not the best soul to answer you, Gojo. So I think this mission will be useful for you. For your curiosity, I mean. And, if you're lucky, who knows, maybe for your feather as well.”

When you spread out a single sheet of paper, Gojo realized that a new mission was being assigned to him and, consequently, a new opportunity.

As such, and determined not to make a mistake that time, Gojo grabbed the sheet of paper, decoding some letters where the ink was still drying, quickly discovering that this was a mission written by you in that short space of time while you hoped that Gojo would answered.

However, it wasn't the speed with which you wrote the mission that surprised Gojo –no. What caught the angel's attention the most were the small, detailed letters that spelled out the name of the being that Gojo was supposed to protect and guide, those five letters coming together perfectly on the white paper, forming a single, powerful word.

“Creator, it must be a mistake …”

Gojo didn't want to believe what his eyes read over and over again, the name of the being insisting on being read by Gojo, stealing his voice and his concentration.

“There’s no mistake, Gojo.”

And there was your smile once again, as you watched your pupil read the name of his new mission over and over again.

“Your new mission is to be the devil’s guardian angel.”

And, in fact, it was no mistake.

Gojo's descent into the lost world was long and fearful, so many doubts and fears arising in Gojo without the angel's permission, a fear for his stay becoming increasingly overwhelming with each step closer to his destination.

The underworld was, in reality, something totally different from the heavenly world and Gojo did not feel at all comfortable in it. To begin with, the angel had to hide his beautiful wings, refusing to dye them black for fear that they would remain dark; Around him, darkness and obscurity tried to tarnish Gojo's purity, enticing him to the darker side of existing beings, trying to pull him into that dark and cold world. The angel looked around, the lack of beings intriguing him, the atmosphere differing from the celestial world in every aspect.

How was Gojo supposed to last six months in that world?

“Are you lost?”

A laugh echoed in that cave, a shiver taking over the angel as the echo amplified the malice hidden in that innocent question.

Gojo looked to the side, seeing a tall and handsome young man with a smile on his face, a bit of uncertainty being brought out in his intense gaze. Gojo stared at that man, the angel's tired eyes admiring the figure before him, wondering how someone as beautiful as him could be in such a dark and wicked place.

“You’re new here, is that it? Well, welcome to my kingdom!”

His kingdom?

Gojo opened his mouth gently as he looked at the man, the darkness of the cave now shining with a bit of light that the full moon provided at that moment and that was when Gojo really saw it: wicked smile on his lips, dark eyes shining with mischief, small, curved horns coming out of the man's head showing his evil nature, and denouncing that he was, in fact...

“The devil…”

Gojo's sigh quickly evaporated into the darkness of the underworld, the coldness of that atmosphere quickly freezing the angel's realization, not making it walk very far from the two of them.

Gojo didn't want to believe it.

He knew that the underworld was full of malicious and dangerous souls, people who had strayed from the path of kindness, angels who had betrayed you; however, Gojo never expected to find a figure as beautiful as that man, something different about him pulling Gojo more and more towards the malicious ways of the world, the darkness that existed around him focusing only on the devil, on his beautiful figure, on his wicked smile, on his cursed essence.

When he heard his name, the man expanded his smile, his eyes adopting a new and mysterious shine, his lips carefully, sensually and persuasively pronouncing the words that quickly escaped his mouth, traveling throughout his world, making shake all the inhabitants of his kingdom:

“In the flesh.”

ㅤ

RUMORS HEARD BY THE DEVIL; ㅤㅤ–where the devil resembles an angel.

The first time Getou arrived in the underworld, there was nothing. An overwhelming darkness covered the entire length of that place, no light, plant or being deigned to take root in that soulless place.

The first time Getou arrived in the underworld, there was nothing. He was lost, his body still very trembling from the fall he suffered, his eyes still burning from the disloyalty he suffered, his head filling with unknown voices, with voices that shouldn't be there.

The first time Getou arrived in the underworld, there was nothing. Therefore, overcome by the anger that consumed him and the feeling of betrayal, Getou decided to act.

The beginning wasn't easy, after all, Getou didn't know what to do, let alone how to do it.

It had been several days in which Getou stood observing the ancient world, waiting patiently, looking for ways and means to get some company –but oh, what a fantastic job the angels were doing in guiding the many lost souls. But the loneliness became desperate at that moment, the voices ringing loudly and enticing Getou to act, to do something for him once in his eternal existence.

And, since he never had the ability to rebel, Getou decided to follow the orders of the voices inside him.

Getou's voice began to sound like a melody in the ears of many people, encouraging them to disobey their angels, intriguing them with his company, leading them down through dark and dead-end paths.

As such, little by little, with your rejection of the evil paths they followed, Getou decided to welcome the abandoned souls, building a small kingdom of his own –a small kingdom that expanded over the centuries, Getou's need of not feeling alone calling so many different people.

But it was never enough.

For some reason, no matter how many corrupted souls Getou harbored, he always felt alone. And, as he was corrupted by the feeling of loneliness and betrayal, Getou's kind nature found itself destroyed by the shadows of his new kingdom, the darkness of the underworld hiding all the good and bright memories, leaving him with only the anger of a betrayal he would never forgive, nor understand.

“What’s your name?”

In addition to managing that new kingdom, one of Getou's many jobs was to guide souls lost in the underworld, giving them a shelter and an occupation, knowing perfectly well that an eternity could become boring if it wasn't occupied with a good hobby.

Getou guided the newcomer through the turbulent paths of the underworld, his eyes always attentive to all the activity that was going on, trying to understand if something was out of place or if someone needed something –maybe there was still a little kindness left in the midst of his destruction.

The girl didn't speak, shy for being in the presence of the devil, scared for being away from her relatives and friends; it was a premature harvest, indeed, but it was something necessary for the existence of that little soul, since, if it spread its existence in the ancient world, the result could be much worse.

“You’re not alone here. I guarantee you that at least one member of your family is here too.”

Getou stopped walking and faced the young girl.

Having been ruling that kingdom for centuries, Getou's patience had been corrupted with tremendous ease, especially because none of those souls that roamed there deigned to facilitate his work –not that Getou was afraid of punishing them, he just hadn't time for that.

So, just one look from him was enough to make the girl speak, her name escaping from her lips in fear and respect, the smile that appeared on Getou's face being malicious as he realized that that new soul was not, in fact, alone.

“You helped her.”

Gojo appeared behind Getou, confusion expressed in the beautiful features of his face, Gojo's eyes wandering with some curiosity to that girl's embrace with her aunt.

“Shouldn’t I?”

Getou laughed a little, walking away from that tender scene and heading towards the office –there was so much work pending.

“It’s just that…”

“You just thought I was a heartless creature who just wants to see disorder in this world and the ancient one.”

Gojo did not respond, following Getou at the pace dictated by the sovereign, waiting for him to continue speaking, as he always continued to speak. “I heard those rumors. My subordinates insist on telling me everything that involves my name. A creature’s imagination goes beyond unreachable worlds.”

“So it’s not true? That rumor, as you called it.”

Gojo was feeling strange, completely confused by what had happened, wondering for two months now if all the rumors he had heard about that place were, in fact, true.

“Oh no,” Getou laughed and entered the office, a space quite similar to the one you used, the choice of furniture and colors being made on purpose to tease you. “It is true. But seeing destruction all the time becomes boring. Every now and then, a good deed can bring joy.”

Gojo's eyes were fixed on Getou's figure from the moment he sat down at the desk and, very reluctantly, began to observe all the papers of the various and infinite souls that still roamed the ancient world, carefully reading their entire journey, mentally asking himself who should come and visit him and when they should do it.

As much as he wanted to deny it, and even though he was already used to his mission, Getou always felt discomfort when it came the time to choose the next soul to be harvested; at first it seemed to be easier, his loneliness and hatred constantly driving his bad actions –but now everything changed, and Getou couldn't understand why.

And Gojo stood staring at Getou, forgetting that his job was to help him choose between those piles of less fortunate candidates.

However, the reality is that Gojo was never able to help Getou, and was still pondering the devil's words; Gojo found himself less and less capable of carrying out the obligation that was given by Getou from the moment he arrived in the underworld.

Gojo was, above all, an angel, and, being an angel, it was against his nature to choose the corrupt destiny of anyone, especially the various souls that roamed the ancient world –but Gojo just had to fulfill his obligation, his disguise having to remain intact for another four months.

However, at that moment, everything seemed complicated to Gojo.

Seeing Getou there, so reluctant to choose anyone, hearing him mention kindness with purity gracing his lips, everything seemed strange to Gojo. Everything seemed like a lie and he didn't seem to be able to understand what was really going on.

“How did you become the devil?”

Gojo's question had caught Getou off guard, his words forcing all his movements and attention to focus only on those simple words, his entire body shaking involuntarily when remembering a past that Getou just wanted to forget.

“Don’t call me that.”

Getou was proud to be the devil, that was true, but seeing a creature as beautiful as Gojo uttering a word denoting such hatred and corruption, made Getou feel angry without knowing why. “Devil. Lucifer. Beelzebus. What’s-the-name. None of them should be pronounced by you.”

“Why?”

Gojo wanted to stop being so confused by everything that was going on: his entire existence in the underworld was marked by traces of confusion and struggle –nothing seemed true to him. Gojo felt like he was living in a lie, that kingdom of Getou keeping secrets in all the shadows and coldest corners, no one being able to clarify a little the ideas of that angel so devoted to his work, and his wings.

“Because an angel shouldn’t be surrounded by corruption, much less verbalize it.”

Getou returned to his work as if nothing had happened, his observation catching the angel completely off guard, his lips uttering empty words without any meaning, no response being able to be constructed by Gojo.

“How do you…”

“You said it yourself the first time I saw you, remember?” Getou raised his head and faced Gojo, no smile filling his face, no sparkle beautifying his eyes. “I am the devil. As such, I know everything. More than your boss. More than you can imagine.”

Gojo took a deep breath.

How should he act? If Getou knew he was an angel, he certainly also knew what mission he was carrying out, what meant the failure of his mission, what meant another black feather in his repertoire.

“What should I call you, then?”

No. Getou couldn't know that Gojo was playing the role of his guardian angel; Getou's choice to use Gojo as his secretary was pure coincidence, the angel just happened to be in the right place at the right time. Getou didn't know about Gojo's mission.

“I was once known as Getou.”

There was a trace of longing stuck in his name, the memories of when he had an identity outside the underworld tormenting Getou from the moment he uttered that name of his that caused him so much hurt.

“What changed?”

The angel's question hung in the air for some time, Getou trying to escape that question by focusing on his work, all the letters becoming blurred when his eyes decided to shine with the longing for his past.

“None of the rumors are true…”

Getou gave a dull laugh when he remembered the barbarities he had heard about his story –that was why Getou began to hate angels. Living in a perfect world, where everything is guaranteed, none of those celestial creatures knew the cruel reality of existence, none of them knew the truth.

However, it seemed that all the angels had an opinion to give, rumors roaming the upper realm with tremendous ease, no true basis to support them, no one really wanting to know the truth.

“What rumors?”

“Didn’t you hear?” Getou sighed and let his body relax in the chair, his eyes closed in an attempt to contain all the pain he was feeling at that moment. “That I betrayed god and that's why he expelled me from your world. Or that I made so many mistakes in my missions that I fell. That I am the first fallen angel. Didn’t you hear any of that?”

Gojo had, in fact, heard all those rumors and many more, the mouths of the various angels being stained by the dark stories of this world and its sovereign.

Gojo had, in fact, heard all those rumors and believed them all, as he had always been taught that the devil was the evil figure in all existences.

Gojo had, in fact, heard all those rumors, but since his stay in the underworld he realized that maybe, but just maybe, all those rumors were false, the devil he met in that place being totally different from the devil portrayed by angels and humans.

“What did you come here for? To my kingdom?”

Waiting for a response from Gojo was proving tiring, Getou's time being precious as his work increased with each birth in the ancient world. Getou wanted to end the conversation, not quite knowing how, not being able to figure out what direction it could take, Gojo's curiosity being something different, something unexpected in an angel as beautiful as him.

“I came on a mission.”

There was no reason to lie, to hide anything.

During those two months in Getou's kingdom, Gojo learned that he couldn't stand lies and he wanted to try to be as honest as possible; that is, as honest as possible without tarnishing his precious wings.

“I came to find out what happens to the wings once they all turn black.”

A new moment of silence appeared between Gojo and Getou, this time the angel's words taking the devil by surprise.

Getou stared at the angel without any expression other than pure perplexity, his words flying so delicately to the safest corners of the office, settling in inappropriate places for words as pure as those.

Getou stood up abruptly, his eyes seeing nothing but Gojo's beautiful figure and, without realizing it, he spoke in a small, prolonged whisper, his voice, always so lofty and powerful, becoming submissive before Gojo's mission.

“Let me see your wings.”

Gojo remained static for a moment, staring at Getou and trying to understand whether his request was driven by madness, curiosity or simply his knowledge of wing anatomy.

Gojo didn't want to take any chances –after all, they didn't know each other at all and he had already heard several stories that addressed Getou's perversity and malice. But Gojo had also seen a different side of him, a side that no one talked about or was even remotely interested in, especially because Gojo was sure that no one knew that side of Getou.

And, preferring two months of coexistence with Getou to centuries of rumors heard about him, Gojo allowed his wings to tear his black clothes, their whiteness and purity able to proudly illuminate Getou's office.

The wings were large and long, Getou's eyes bet that they were extremely soft, and the gentleness with which they moved in the air as they adapted to their original shape was of an extremely delicate and beautiful nature, worthy of the most beautiful of angels.

Getou cautiously approached Gojo, totally mesmerized by the innocence of those white feathers, and, with care and delicacy, Getou allowed one of his hands to touch Gojo's feathers and smiled: they were really soft. Getou gently stroked some feathers on Gojo's right wing, his smile showing a bit of longing and some sadness was trapped in his eyes, threatening to come out at any moment.

“You have beautiful wings, Gojo.”

Getou had one rule for himself and one rule only: he never allowed himself to address any soul that inhabited his kingdom by its proper name. For centuries, he created nicknames and baptized people with new names, all because he believed that no one deserved to have their name tarnished with his words and voice full of malice.

But at that moment, nothing mattered. Nothing mattered when he had the softness of pure wings in his hands once again. Nothing mattered when their innocence managed to convey a little hope in that world, in Getou's world.

“I don’t think you have to worry about black wings.”

Gojo didn't say anything.

With a quick but calculated movement, he lifted the wing that Getou was stroking, the small black dot standing out in the midst of so much purity –and Getou watched that feather carefully, memories quickly passing through his mind with that simple scenario.

Getou sighed and slowly returned to his place, standing, facing Gojo and, without any use of words, his own wings appeared on his back, tearing his shirt, exposing himself in his grandeur.

At the beginning, there was an intense, white light, Getou's wings being short but abundant, his two wings having a simplicity and beauty that made them unique. But then, as quickly as the passing of a lifetime, Getou's wings were all stained black, the softness giving light to harshness, the weight of corruption becoming so much that some feathers began to fall out.

And at that moment, Gojo was able to see.

Although when white they covered its entire length, when black there were empty spaces, tremendous flaws in that picture that could be so beautiful when observed carefully.

Getou's wings showed the weight of deception, the weight of failure.

And at that moment, Gojo hesitated.

“It’s not as bad as it seems.”

Getou tried to smile a little, tried to laugh a little, but the pain he still felt was strong, taking over his words, his emotions.

And Getou, without meaning to, was already crying. “It’s much worse.”

This time, Getou managed to laugh, a sound that was once feared by everyone, now brought regret with it, Gojo feeling overwhelmed by the whole sight –it was all happening too fast. Gojo didn't know how to act.

“You…”

“Yes, I was an angel. Yes, I was the first fallen angel. That part, at least, is true.”

Getou was ashamed of his wings: not because they were black, for he found beauty in their darkness; not because they were short, as he found tenderness in their shape; but rather due to the fact that they were less and less when exposed and Getou knew what would happen when all his feathers fell with the weight of a betrayal unknown to everyone.

“But I didn’t make a mistake. I didn't fail. Maybe... Maybe my only mistake was too much devotion. But I didn’t deserve my fate!”

Getou wanted to continue speaking, he wanted to warn that beautiful angel who stood before him, but his suffering spoke louder, choking him with a long-awaited cry, the anger he felt for all the angels and archangels being expressed in his silent screams that trapped his heart, that prevented him from feeling anything other than hatred and sadness.

Getou was suffocating in his own feelings, in his own pain, and there was no one who cared, there was no one who wanted to know.

There was no one until Gojo decided to shelter Getou in his arms.

Not only did Gojo hug the devil tightly, protecting his body from all the hatred that could be felt in that compartment, but he also made use of his delicate nature. In a gentle and somewhat quick movement, Gojo's wings carefully wrapped Getou, offering a little tranquility to his tormented mind, sweeping away with the movements of his wings any and all hesitations that might exist in Getou's anguish.

And the angel waited.

Letting Getou let go of all the negativity at that moment, Gojo waited for him to calm down, for him to be at least comfortable to continue that conversation, not being able to understand very well what had happened.

It all happened very quickly: the exposure of Getou's wings, his words, his hurt.

Gojo had hesitated the whole time, not knowing how to respond, or if he should –after all, Getou was the devil.

But if Getou was the devil, it meant that, at a certain point, he had been an angel, and if he was chosen from among the most diverse souls to carry the weight of purity and generosity, it meant that Getou, at a certain point, had been kind. Not only that; Gojo swore that Getou still held onto his true nature with strength and pride, his small gestures of kindness bringing him peace of mind.

Because Getou, quite simply, had been an angel before being the devil.

“I didn't do anything,” Getou's voice came out hoarse, oppressed by his crying, tired from so many centuries of loneliness and sadness; but at that moment, he didn't feel alone. “I did nothing. It’s all their fault.”

“Their?”

Gojo walked away, curious about Getou's words, a little afraid of what might follow –because, deep down, Gojo already knew which way that confession would take.

“The one who kicked me out of your world.”

Getou's words were filled with hatred and bitterness, something so characteristic of the character he had adopted so long ago. His eyes burned with tears, yes, but beyond the glow of sadness, the glow of hatred reigned, his lips pronouncing with clarity and spite all the words that followed, showing Gojo that he remembered perfectly what had happened centuries ago. “Your sovereign. Your god.”

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RUMORS HEARD BY THE GOD; ㅤㅤ–where god confessed their secret.

In the beginning, you weren’t called god.

Before the beginning of all things, you had a name, a single word that was spoken with satisfaction and respect by all the souls that inhabited the celestial world. To match your unique beauty, you were called YN –a name so unique and unusual, a celestial magic clinging to each different pronunciation, a ray of hope and forgiveness clinging to each syllable of that name you adopted, that name that Getou gave you.

Yes, because, in the beginning, you only had Getou.

Before the beginning of all things, you created Getou, the most beautiful soul that would ever exist.

For long eternities, Getou had been your only company, his presence making you grow, his unpredictable nature making you always curious about Getou. Because, even though Getou was your creation, you couldn't figure him out.

Getou was unique, even in a universe where only darkness, you and him existed. Getou was different, even in a universe where only shadows, kindness and curiosity existed.

And, because he stood out from all the darkness and light, you idolized Getou, the master becoming the student in the teachings of essences, an immense desire to satisfy him taking over you.

Your relationship with Getou was complex, a mutual respect and admiration was born as natural as the first star in the sky –as the first gift from you to Getou.

Getou captivated you with his words, speeches on subjects yet to be studied enticing you to want to know more about them, to want to show that he was right or to prove that he was wrong.

And, after the first star, the first planet appeared.

Small creations appeared after Getou's arrival in the universe, the need to complete Getou moving your hands, no plan passing through your mind beyond that curious look and Getou’s lips dyed by malice.

Getou was darkness before you and goodness after you. Getou was your downfall, the prevailing of darkness. And you knew it, and you feared Getou for it. For, from the moment Getou decided to name you god, his lips contained all the power to destroy the universe.

Your name never sounded so melodious when spoken by Getou, and you knew it. It was the way his lips moved perfectly, the way only he got the correct pronunciation of your name, the way a smile clung to his lips every time he said your name: YN. YN. YN.

You were afraid of Getou. You were afraid of the power you had given him by allowing him to create a new word that portrayed god. YN. That should be a forbidden word, a swear word even, all the power that that simple word contained being extremely dangerous for Getou, for you, for the universe.

But you always forgot your fear every time a new creation was requested by Getou.

After so many stars and constellations, entire galaxies were home to planets and colorful clouds, nebulae and stars decorating what was once just darkness and gloom. There was water and trees on Getou's favorite planet, flames and ice in the spheres that proved theories wrong. Getou was the cause of all creations. Getou questioned you and you responded, creating all his doubts and provocations.

Perhaps, if you hadn't let yourself be dazzled by Getou, you would have realized all the malice that was hidden beneath his angelic words.

It was only a matter of time before other beings were created, the celestial world being home to so many beautiful creatures –angels, archangels and souls too pure to be placed in the confines of the universe; several beautiful and imaginary creatures became your friends, a vast network of family members forming from the moment Getou confessed to you that just two souls couldn’t control the immensity of existence.

And that's why guardian angels were created.

Getou wanted an activity that would occupy him now that all possible creations had already seen the light of your hands. Getou wanted something that would make him as curious and happy as questioning you. Getou wanted to continue to have some power, even subjugating himself to you, to his god.

As such, and always thinking about satisfying him, you created humans.

Souls without any experience of the universe were spread across the most diverse planets, teams of angels being deployed to different parts of the universe, Getou leading all the angels –after all, and since he was your right-hand man for all eternities, it was only natural for him to be the first guardian angel and the one who commanded all the others.

Yes, it was hard work, quite complicated even, Getou's entire attention focused on angels and humans, endless piles of resumes and information flooding your favorite angel's dark and cozy office.

It was complicated, yes, but you were always by Getou's side.

You were in charge of guiding Getou, helping him understand when a human needed help and when the time was right to let angels follow those lost souls.

Entire generations were spent in each other's company, nothing changing since it was just you, Getou and darkness.

You became god of all existing creations and Getou became the guide of all souls in the universe.

And you two were happy.

Engaged in tasks and with new things emerging depending on the creatures' evolution, you and Getou were happy.

The universe was in harmony.

Guided by the wisdom of so many pure souls, there was no disorder or malice in existence. Kindness prevailed. Every time a mistake was made and admitted, you forgave and Getou guided the right path to that soul. Everything was perfect. Everything was light. Everything was good.

But nothing lasts.

Gojo Satoru was a human like any other, with the only difference being that Gojo carried on his shoulders the overwhelming weight of a life guided by tired angels. Several guardian angels had been put in charge of Gojo, all of them giving up when they saw his simplicity, when they realized that, in reality, Gojo didn't need them, all of the angels believing that the young human was fine on his own.

And so many angels neglected Gojo that even the human began to neglect himself.

For where the light of the angels does not shine, darkness prevails.

Getou heard about this story.

Getou learned of Gojo's situation, and Getou studied Gojo's situation, and Getou became interested in Gojo's story.

Getou wanted to help him. It was obvious that he wanted to help him, after all, he was an angel –a guardian angel. As such, Getou spent endless times in the comfort of his office, papers and plans rushing through Getou's hands and mind at such a speed that it resembled the speed at which rumors flew in the celestial world.

Rumors that were heard by you.

Since Getou never directly took care of any soul, since he didn't have time to do so, whispers and sighs were created so quickly, telling the news of his new project to whoever heard them, culminating in your docile ears.

Getou hadn't told you anything: why bother you, the supreme sovereign, with a mere human? And perhaps that was Getou's mistake –because, in the existence of goodness, there will always be malice.

Angels were the most gossipy beings in the celestial world. Spending eternities getting to know each other and uncovering their own secrets, it was always fun to embrace their curiosity for worlds beyond the upper one –and, in that decade, Getou was the chosen one. And you listened.

Stories of how Getou allowed himself to be bewitched by a human crossed the most beautiful lips of the angels, phrases filled with perversity and malice roaming the corridors of the celestial world, theories and conspiracies about how Gojo was as beautiful as you being the foundation of the belief that Getou was, in fact, in love with the human.

And you listened. And you didn't forget. And you didn't forgive.

So, on that fateful day, when Getou finally managed to guide Gojo on the path of kindness, you called Getou, promises of gifts and happiness to entice the angel, to make him believe in his god, in your always so altruistic and kind nature.

And it was with the belief in this temporary goodness that Getou was corrupt.

You were jealous of Gojo. You wanted Getou all to yourself. There was no one more beautiful than you –you were god itself, your soul and figure were simply sublime. So why had Getou chosen a human? Why didn't he see you the way you saw him? Why didn't Getou want you like you wanted him? Had you neglected Getou's soul? Had you taken Getou's existence for granted and simply let the laziness of taking care of him get the best of you?

Had you, the god, failed?

No.

Impossible.

God never fails, god is always right, you were always right. It had been Getou. Getou is the one who allowed a soul as dirty as Gojo's to corrupt Getou's heart with the beauty of his figure. Getou is the one who allowed the malice of humans to entice him to give his heart to a soul other than yours.

Yes, you were certain that Getou had caused all the destruction.

And therefore you were consumed with anger. And as if devouring everything in front of you, you stained Getou's wings with the black ink you used to create missions, with the ink that Getou had offered you at the beginning of all things.

And when you saw Getou disappearing into the blackness of his wings, you swore never to forgive again. When you saw Getou screaming for justifications and explanations, you swore never to love anyone again. Seeing the black paint clinging to Getou's wings and clothes, you swore never to use the name he had given you again. Seeing Getou begging for forgiveness and falling through worlds and universes to the underworld, you swore never to remember him again.

As such, you now looked at Getou in complete shock, his black clothes and wings forcing your mind to remember all of your history, all of your destruction.

Getou had changed.

Getou was no longer an angel.

His eyes stopped adopting that shine that mesmerized you so much, only to be dyed by the burning of infinite tears that flowed every time he remembered you. Getou's delicate, ever-present smile was now non-existent, no curve on his lips showing the kindness he once possessed. And his wings... the wings that you loved making most, the wings that gave you the most pleasure creating, were now practically non-existent: all the feathers were black, some torn, others struggling to stay strong, and others letting go of Getou tiredly. Black dust beautified your carpet every time one of Getou's feathers came loose and clashed heavily with the purity of the celestial world.

Getou was different.

Getou had changed, but his stance was still immense, filling an entire room with his energy. However, what was once light and kindness were now shadows of a past shrouded in betrayal and destruction.

“I was forced to come.”

Getou crossed his arms as a small teasing smile was drawn across his handsome lips, his dirty finger pointing at Gojo.

And you faced the angel.

Yes, you swore never to remember Getou again, but the feeling of his loss corrupted your heart, a nostalgia for paradisiacal eternities forcing you to do something you had never done before, something you yourself never thought of doing: moved by guilt, guided by anguish, you stopped giving Gojo's soul a body, taking him to the heavenly world and making him the angel he was now – maybe, with Gojo's presence by your side, you could alleviate the sin that no one knew you had committed.

“We want the truth.”

Gojo had also changed.

In just two months, Gojo has changed.

His soul was still beautiful, but the white glow that the angel once emanated had now been dyed by black rays from his stay in the underworld, characteristics that were forbidden to angels.

“The truth?”

You laughed and leaned your body on the desk, arms crossed, sparkling eyes showing that you feared nothing. After all, no one knew your little secret and Getou couldn't prove the authenticity of his words.

“The truth is that the devil betrayed me.”

Getou clenched his fists to contain his anger.

What right did you have to baptize him with such an unfortunate name again? What right did you have to tarnished an entire past of hope and light only to corrupt it with a single name. A single word. Devil. It should be a forbidden word, a swear word even –but you made that word so banal, so common, so feared.

“True. I once ate an apple without telling him.”

Getou's sigh was caught by the raise of your eyebrow. Had that been sarcasm? Had Getou acquired a new trait? You didn't remember him like that. You didn't remember at all. At least, that's what you would always say.

“You know perfectly well what you did. Don’t make me look bad and don’t deceive my subordinate.”

This time it was you who sighed and looked reproachfully at your best angel. “You should know that the devil’s words are tinged with wickedness.”

“Funny,” a hollow smile gently carved itself onto Getou's lips as he approached the office's bookshelf. “You used to like my words, YN.”

“YN?” Gojo looked at you with some confusion, the look you wore being worthy of the devil himself, intense anger burning in the pearls of your eyes, your lips pursed showing that words were being kept in your throat. “Is that your name?”

“No.”

“Yes,” Getou replied at the same time as you, his voice sounding louder than yours, the delicacy and false naivety of his response encouraging Gojo to look at him. “I was the one who gave them that name. Pretty cute, isn’t it?”

Getou's laugh installed silence in that office.

Getou sounded like you remembered, he sounded like you wanted to forget.

A single laugh.

Of everything Getou could do, he had to laugh, to make that sound you loved so much, to unlock memories you swore to forget. With what audacity? With what power had Getou laughed? With what tenderness?

“What do you really want, Getou?”

“Oh?”

Getou turned his heel to face you, eternities in the underworld making itself feel it in his words, in the provocation of his smile.

“I haven’t heard that name in ages! I see that the matter is serious.”

“I don’t have all eternity.”

“Very well,” Getou walked back to you, his arm gently resting on Gojo’s shoulder as he looked into your eyes. Your eyes met for eternal moments, an infinite amount of anguish and anger running through the eyes of both of you. “I want you to tell me word for word what I did to you to get me kicked out of here.”

Getou's lips were tinged with evil, a smile and words so perverse that you, for a moment, weakened. Getou wasn't the devil for nothing. But you took your position as god and moved away from the desk, eyes always fixed on Getou's, a figure always straight and tall. And, without any thought or regret, you made your voice loud and powerful, the entire room being filled with the belief of a betrayal, with a secret about to be revealed.

“You betrayed my trust by taking an interest in him.”

A simple gesture of the head was enough for Gojo to realize that he was the one you were referring to.

Getou had told Gojo about his last mission, how he knew Gojo was an angel when his disguise was spotless. Getou told how he had been the one to guide Gojo along the paths of kindness in his first life and how he had given decades of his existence to the study of ancient humans.

So it wasn't a complete surprise that Gojo heard the mention of his soul in the conversation –what really caught him off guard was how you had used his soul in the conversation. Gojo didn't remember any betrayal in Getou's story.

“So you're telling me that I, a former angel, the angel of all angels, shouldn't have helped a lost soul? I thought that was why you called us guardian angels.”

“You let him corrupt you.”

And that's when confusion set in Getou.

All his confidence, all his provocation dissipated when you pronounced those words so boringly, as if that story had already been told for an entire lifetime.

Another sigh was lost in the office when you reflected on Getou's face, in his confusion, and pain moved your remaining words: “You let his physical beauty entice you. You let his charms move you. You fell in love with Gojo.”

“No…”

“Yes.”

“No!”

Gojo trembled at Getou's roar, darkness coming out of his wings and flooding the entire office, staining all the purity there.

Gojo moved away from Getou.

Small drops of the devil's anger painted irregular patterns on his wings –and you remained quiet, showing your position with a firm and strong gaze.

“Where did that come from? How did you think I would be interested in a mere human? I was an angel!”

“A corrupt angel.”

“Do not forget that I am your fruit. If I am corrupt, so are you.”

Silence.

Darkness.

Anguish.

“How did you fall for his charms?”

You insisted on an unfounded truth, a simple rumor that wandered further than it should have. And Getou couldn't bear to hear his existence being defamed by the very soul that created him, anger giving way to disgust, anguish turning into suffering.

“I didn't fall for anyone! Gojo was just a human who needed help. You know that. Stop being blinded by rumors without any truth! Gojo needed clarity and comfort and I provided that. I was an angel. My job was to help.”

You didn't respond.

Gojo flapped his wings frantically in an attempt to loosen the darkness from his wings, all the angel's attention focused on his own vanity, forgetting what brought him to the celestial world prematurely.

But darkness prevailed in Gojo's soft, beautiful feathers –black and sticky, Getou's centuries of suffering and discrimination were spread across the office with the aggressive flapping of Gojo's wings, latching onto every purity and naivety and corrupting them until ashes.

“We spent eternities together. You were the one who created me. Do you really think I would be corrupted?”

“And you weren’t?”

You didn't know how to shut up. Since you are god, it was easy to lose the sense of humility in a conversation.

But you forgot that you were talking to the devil and, above all, you forgot that you were talking to Getou. In a new wave of anger and despair, anguish escaped Getou, crawling through the office door, staining with perversity all the goodness beyond the comfort of those four walls.

“Because of you! Because you sent me down there!”

Getou had spat out his words with hatred and disgust, piercing screams shaking an entire kingdom, Getou's pain being known to everyone. “You created me and I was loyal to you! I was always with you. I helped you create your empire. I loved you, YN!”

Getou's confession hit you with the last gust of wind provided by Gojo.

Dyeing you with the power of destruction created by Getou for centuries in the shadows of the universe, Gojo stopped fighting, allowing the softness of his wings to gain a new shine, a new essence, a new courage as they began to descend Gojo down the universe, sending him without any warning to the underworld.

Screams of anguish and terror flooded the corridors as all your betrayal consumed the various creatures, the unveiling of god's greatest secret bringing with it all the destruction you feared, all the destruction you knew Getou would bring to the entire universe.

And, with the suddenness of a confession, the entire celestial world ceased to exist.

With eyes fixed on your figure, Getou allowed his loneliness to take over the entire upper world.

Darkness and gloom haunted every corner of what was once pure light and goodness, no creature standing still to fight Getou, no soul remaining pure to stop him from consuming and corrupting everything his anguish touched.

And you remained silent, staring at Getou as you watched him conquer your entire kingdom, his confession still resonating loudly and vividly in your mind, everything around you becoming darkness and pain, just a mere reflection of the former sovereign's heart.

For, driven by betrayal, blinded by pain, enticed by revenge, Getou conquered all worlds and kingdoms, uniting all worlds and existences in his anguish and malice without any permission or request.

As you watched him burn with black flames all your creations, all the creations of the two of you, you slowly approached Getou, the use of that strong word still ringing so loudly within you.

Getou loved you.

You had been loved.

You had been loved by Getou.

But, even before you reached Getou, even before your hand managed to touch Getou's face one last time, like in the past, Getou denied your love.

With red eyes emanating revolt, with black wings falling off and leaving him as bare as his soul, Getou simply sent you to the former underworld, now an eternal prison for those who betrayed Getou.

For in that instant, in that moment after Getou unravel the truth, he emerged every world in his eternal suffering, no forgiveness on Getou's lips to be noted as he uttered his new name like a roaring storm. In that new world of Getou, in that new universe of his, Getou would show everyone why he was called the Devil.

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"SHE'S A FREAK LIKE MADONNA. SHE'S A GOD" ⸻ Suguru Geto

◈ SYNOPSIS︙ Suguru, the king of vampires turns his lover into a creature of the night. Little does he know he's awakened his queen .

◈ PAIRING︙ vampire!Suguru Geto x vampire fem!reader

◈ GENRE︙ smut, dark content, vampire AU

◈ WORD COUNT︙ 4.1k

◈ WARNINGS︙ MDNI. SMUT! violence, blood, death, blood play?, fem!reader, vampire!reader, vampire!Suguru, switch!reader, switch!Suguru, choking, hairpulling, spanking, rough sex, unprotected sex, face sitting, oral sex (female receiving), usage of pet names and "king" and "queen".

◈ AUTHORS NOTE︙ Had to repost

FEEDBACK AND REBLOGS APPRECIATED!!

It took 2 days. 2 whole days, you were nothing but a corpse. But everyday, slowly but surely, you began to look like you were… only sleeping. Like you were peaceful. Your skin was cold. The same temperature as Geto's skin.

Geto seemed lightheaded. He still did not get over the fact that he was forced to turn you. Every day was a new torture to him, and every second you spent not breathing... bothered him.

Your cheeks weren't sunken anymore and your skin wasn't as pale as before. You were healing, and turning. You just looked... So much more... Beautiful that you did as a human being. Your eyes slowly opened and your senses were all so sensitive. The thoughts of a man in the other room were loud. It was filling your head.

You groaned a little bit and carefully sat up, looking around the room with your bright crimson red eyes.

Your throat hurt, you were craving something to drink. "Water..." You made your way out of the room and into the kitchen to pour yourself some water, but as soon as you took a sip you wanted to throw up, the glass shattered in your hand from a light touch, you were just... That strong. Water tasted awful, you craved... Something else. But you didn't know what.

When he saw you break the glass of water, Geto laughed. You still didn't notice, apparently.

You looked at Geto. You weren't aware of the fact that you turned just yet. "Is there something wrong with the water? It tastes awful"

"No, it's just that you want something more tasteful, Blood."

His cold expression was quickly turning into something more excited, he knew you'd be mad about what he did, but he knew it was for the best. "You are a vampire now, Y/n. One of us."

When Geto said that you were now also a vampire… You were... Furious.

"Why would you...? WHY WOULD TURN ME?!" You walked up to him, you intended to just slap him, but that slap, sent Geto flying through the god-damned wall of your apartment. You were far more stronger than him. In every way. And even you were shocked by your own strength. You looked at your hands with shock. You were dead... But you were so powerful.

You stormed up to his body that was on the other side of the wall, and you STOMPED ON HIM. It was a hard and probably painful feeling for him too, "WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST LET ME DIE?!"

The king of vampires was extremely surprised by this strength... but he was amused. In fact, after the slap, Geto began laughing, someone finally rivaled his strength... but tenfold, and it was just the woman he loved

However those thoughts were killed as soon as you blitzed through the wall, stomping on him... a stomp that was just a little too strong. Strong enough to pierce through his stomach, causing the king to scream in agony. But he still had a smile, sinking his fingers on the streets below as he tried ignoring the pain of having his body trespassed by a literal foot.

The king of all vampires... Was getting... His ass kicked by a newborn vampire. And he was weak compared to you.

"I couldn't... afford... to lose you..."

Geto felt like fainting. The pain was too much, it has been a long while since anyone damaged him like that, and... it was you, the one doing this. So if you wanted to kill him, you could, he thought.

"I couldn't... lose you... because I love you, okay...?"

"But if you want to kill me that badly, go on..." - Escaped his mind while you were being extremely violent against him. The gaping hole on his stomach leaking inhumane amounts of blood, although he could manage, he'd need rest.

The words that fell from his lips... He loved you...

He loved you... And you loved him. But you were so mad you forgot that you did. You only remembered when he uttered those words to you and your body froze. You immediately backed away, the hole in his stomach that you caused made you cry.

"I-i.... I'm sorry Geto... I don't know what came over me!" You rushed to his side, you didn't know if vampires could heal vampires, but you would try. You bit her wrist and shoved your blood down his throat and… Your blood tasted a lot better than when you were human. And his wound was disappearing. It was working.

He couldn't even say anything, before you started healing him. Your blood tasted divine, so when you gave him a little bit to drink and heal himself, he felt like he was being given a gift.

"I'm sorry... I don't wanna kill you I just... I don't know what to do with myself now..."

You were a vampire now. And you had no clue how to deal with that, what were you supposed to do?

When it was enough, the king forcefully removed your wrist from his mouth, he quickly kissed said wrist, getting up and kissing your arm, your shoulder, your neck... and finally pulling her for a passionate kiss, that lasted... extremely long. You were perfectly together now, and... nothing else mattered.

"What you must do...? Why don't..."

He finally took a handle of himself, grasping your waist- Trying his best to not do anything else, he knew how strong you were compared to him, but he had to request something.

"Why don't you live your life... with me? Please...? It's... really all I want. In fact... I'm begging you."

His thoughts were confused. He loved you, but it was all so sudden, you said you loved him but you were so violent, so angry, so mad at him... You could easily feel that fear, that confusion, how much he wanted to be with you... but he knew you could be angry at him. He knew you could deny his offer and leave him to rot, because... yeah, the luck of the king is like that.

"Be my partner, Y/n..."

You gave him a smile, a smile that showed your newly formed fangs. There you sat, in the middle of the god-damned street with each other. He was what mattered to you now.

You pulled him in for another passionate kiss, it was probably an answer enough to his request, but when you broke the kiss, you pulled him into a gentle hug...

Or at least you were trying to be gentle. Had you hugged him any tighter you would have broken his spine.

The tight embrace was welcoming for the king, and he already knew who'd be the queen. A queen more powerful than the king, which... didn't make him mad in the slightest. What would he do about it, fight back? After you single handedly opened a hole in his stomach with a stomp? Hell no.

"I'll be your partner" you promised him.

"I'm just... Really thirsty right now... I need blood" you complained, but you didn't pull back from the hug.

When you stated your needs, Geto pushed your head against his shoulder, tapping the back of it gently, a few times.

"Drink up then... go on."

He waited patiently for your hunger to be satisfied. If you wanted to seek for someone else to drink too, he wouldn't mind. All that mattered was that he had you, so his exposed shoulders were there if you wanted to sink your teeth in and drink. He was vulnerable to you, and he simply wanted you with him, in every conceivable way.

You were a bit shocked by his sudden submissiveness. It's like... He was scared of you. You didn't want him to be scared of you. But you didn't blame him either after you nearly killed him. You hesitantly sunk your teeth into his flesh, you made sure to be gentle, You began to drink his blood. It tasted good, it was relieving your thirst.

After a good minute you finally pulled back, your lower lip was covered with blood. You looked at him and smiled, you didn't bother wiping the blood from your lips.

Feeling his blood be drained from his body was... weird. The harder you drank, the harder Geto sank your teeth in his own flesh using his hand, making sure to give himself a good wound, and give you as much as you wanted. You seemed to be very thirsty. You drank for a whole minute. If he wasn't a special vampire himself, he'd surely faint. But that was why you needed so much, you were special.

"You're really hot" You thereafter pulled him in for a heated kiss. You and him probably needed to... Get out of the street.

Once once pulled him for a kiss, Geto licked the blood on your lips, before doing his best to lift you with his arms. You were strong, not heavy. Putting your legs around his waist, he expected you to use your legs to hold yourself, so he could bring you inside... they'd deal with the wall later.

Once they finally reached the bedroom, Geto finally released you, letting you sit down, locking the bedroom door and closing the window. His brain was filled with lust and desire, and he didn't even need to look at you for you to know how much he wanted you. But it was your choice anyways.

"So...?" He reluctantly asked, sitting down on the bed near you, swallowing all of his pride. There was no way of keeping his pride in a relationship, mostly because you were already stronger than him anyways.

You would move to sit on his lap, he unfortunately couldn't read your mind, therefore he would never know how bad you wanted him too. But you still felt horrible for the fact that he was so scared of you.

"I don't want you to be scared of me... You're still... The strongest, and I'm still just me." You were never going to hurt him ever again, no matter how much he pissed you off.

The king smiled... wholeheartedly, for the first time in his life. He wasn't scared of you, there wasn't any reason to be scared of the inevitable. If you wanted to murk him, you could at any given moment of the world. He didn't care if you were the strongest or not, he was there to be with you... not to fight you.

With that being said, you moved your face to his neck, you were still thirsty but you weren't going to drink more, instead you just began leaving kisses on his neck. Your hands made sure to gently trace his torso, you loved the way he felt.

"You're not just you... You're Y/n, The Vampire Queen now. And there's no coming back. I still love you just as much."

After a good while you looked back at him and kissed his lips gently before asking, "What do you wanna do? I'm all yours" you smiled, you meant that.

Following your kisses, Geto pecked on your neck gently as well, being very corporal with you and caressing your thighs with his hands. Carefully lifting you and laying you down on the bed, Geto looked at you with his lustful eyes, once again pinning you down, although this time, he held your shirt, so firmly that it seemed like he would rip it apart. Smiling, however, he flipped positions, unzipping his pants and leaving them poorly worn, as you were now the one on top.

"Since I can't read your thoughts... prove to me that you want me just as badly as I want you."

His hands were led to be under your shirt, getting invasive and caressing your breasts, gently squeezing them... for once in his life, he wanted sex as a way to show his passion, and not just... means of pleasure. He wanted you, and everything that came with you. And you had free reign to do anything you wanted to him, the king... had given up his body to the queen.

The only time you decided to abuse your strength, was to quite literally rip your shirt off your body. Your bra soon followed after. But you still wanted him to strip you, to control you a little bit.

"I like it when you take the lead you know...?" However, instead of taking off your pants and panties, you moved your body off him to take off his pants and his boxers, tossing them away in the corner of the room, before you finally decided to take off the rest of your own clothes.

The second you were completely naked you straddled him once again and gave him a mischievous grin, his thoughts were so loud and it turned you on more than you could describe.

You lowered your head, nibbling on his ear gently before whispering, "Want me to sit on that handsome face of yours?" You asked him, your cold breath would be hitting the skin of his neck and ear.

You sounded extremely turned on, and you were.

When her breath hit his skin, and the arousing idea hit his mind, you could almost instantly feel the... "poke" on your straddle, as the king took his hands away from your breasts to lower them, reaching for your hips.

"What are you waiting for."

Impatient, the king turned you to face the opposite direction, before lifting you again and pulling your body closer to his head, lining your heat properly with his mouth and just releasing you, forcing you to sit on him... before you even did anything.

The king tapped your stomach a few times, before offering his hands for you to hold. He knew the reactions this could provoke, so he might as well offer the seatbelts. Giggling, you held onto his hands as you watched his every move, you didn't expect him to be so eager to do that to you but you weren't complaining one bit.

After you interlocked your fingers with his, he finally allowed his tongue to reach your rose, taking his sweet time to savor it and tease your outsides, before finally getting intrusive. Moving his tongue slowly inside you, he had no business with going fast, you needed to enjoy every moment of this, and he'd make sure you would. Exploring every inch possible of your insides with his tongue, Geto released a few muffled groans here and there, that showed that he wasn't any short of enjoying this. He loved you more than words could describe, and if this made you happy, then he was happy as well. You could pretty much feel that.

Your soft whines and moans and mumbles of his name were heard, and you moved your hips on his face, grinding yourself on his tongue. He felt so good and you didn't feel like stopping soon.

A muffled chuckle escaped his mouth when you began grinding yourself on him, it told him that you were enjoying this. You were enjoying this a lot. And that was all Geto needed to know, even the tightened grip on his hand made him aroused.

Wasting no more time, he began speeding up the movement of his tongue, switching between teasing your insides to the external part of her heat every now and then. Using his tongue to flick the "bump" on your rose, he tried his best to simply give you the best time of your life, he was there for you and he'd never leave. His body was yours to use and... he felt like it was only yours. He didn't want anyone else, he didn't want any one-night stands with any other women. You were the one he wanted; And he'd only be satisfied with you.

"Geto you're so good" you bit onto your lower lip, your back arched slightly and your grip on his hands tightened too.

He tried releasing some muffled noise, one that seemed to agree with your statement. Of course he was still full of himself, it was Geto after all. So he simply continued to use his tongue, waiting for you to feel your sweet release, so he could... well, also experience his own sweet release soon enough.

Your liquids were probably leaking into his mouth or onto his face, but you didn't pay attention to that. You were too focused on the amazing feeling between your thighs. You were getting closer and closer to that sweet feeling you craved.

"F-fuck..." You moaned out as your grinding became more and more desperate as you finally felt your walls deliciously clench around his tongue, whilst more of your sweet juices leaked from your needly hole and into his tongue.

"I'm so close"

Your legs trembled and closed around his head. If he was a normal human he probably wouldn't be able to breathe but since he was a vampire, he'd be fine.

And finally, that sweet feeling pooling in your stomach was released with cries of Geto's name. Your orgasm washed over you, making you completely weak to the king of vampires.

Once he was surprised by your orgasm, Geto finally took the oportunity to lift you again, tossing you on the bed. Once he began breathing once again, it was noticeably a heavy breathing, with more feelings of lust washing over his mind, more imagined scenarios running over his eyes, as he watched the once so powerful queen stay weak to the touch of the vampire king.

"Main course now, hottie? I'm not really a patient man myself... and I'm really hungry."

Grabbing your waist and flipping you over, Geto took a grasp of your rear end with both of his hands, giving a playful slap on both sides with each hand, chuckling. His thoughts and impure feelings of lust were overflowing, and he couldn't hold himself anymore. He lined himself up with your heat, rubbing himself against you, as if he was searching for an entrance. When said entrance was "found", he inserted only the tip, teasing you once more, going in and out with the tip of his length.

You felt him rub his tip through your wet folds and finally he got to your needy entrance. You just wanted him inside of you, you wanted to feel him. His tip went past your entrance but that was it and it made you whine and squirm, you just wanted more.

"Enjoying your torture?" He asked you, leaning close to your ear and releasing one of your cheeks, only to take a harsh grasp on your hair, chuckling. He slowly slid himself inside of you as deep as he could, pulling back right after and, after a few good seconds, giving you a good breathtaking thrust that had a loud sound of skin-clapping fill the room. Pulling your hair a bit more, Geto chuckled once again. He had the moral high ground.

"M-more please... Fuck!" You felt him fill you up, his powerful thrust making you moan out in pure pleasure. You just wanted more. You wanted him to fuck you, and you didn't want him to hold back at all.

"What do you want me to do? Beg for it. Beg for your king."

"Just fuck me... Please... As hard as you want... However you want... Please Geto" you were begging him. You just wanted him to fuck you senseless.

"Just please do whatever you want with me... Please" you begged even more as you lightly moved your hips to feel some sort of satisfaction.

Your words hit his ears like a soothing music, and every time you begged him, he felt more and more aroused. Drifting his left hand through your body, until he reached your neck, he didn't choke you yet. He led his hand all the way to the chin, pulling your head to look at him, a smirking king.

"So you want your King to fuck you senseless? Your wish is my command~" With that last quote, Geto matched his tight grasp around your neck and a strong hairpull with a breathtaking thrust. He began finally moving his hips, slowly at first, but it didn't take long for his speed to be matched with his lust, as the sound of skin-clapping began filling the room, mixed with all the moans and groans that made this passionate and sinful orchestra of lust. Geto didn't need anyone else, this was the only body he wanted to "claim", and it was all his. Just like to you, his body and everything that belonged to him... was yours.

"I love you... And you feel so good... I guess I'm lucky." The king continued to go as deep as he could, making sure to give powerful thrusts every single time. If you wanted him to do you as hard as he wanted, then he'd follow your request with all the pleasure of the world. Your body felt divine, and pleasing you was the best thing he could ever think of doing — Because your body pleased him back, almost instinctively.

You wanted him to go as rough as he possibly could, and when he did, you were reduced to a whining mess. You couldn't stop making the most desperate sound and you felt yourself slowly lose control.

"Fuck… Geto... I love you" You babbled out, and eventually you gave up. You were quick to change your positions. The next thing Geto knew, he was lying on his back, with you straddling him and your hand being around his neck.

Suddenly, something snapped in you. It's like someone triggered a switch — In fact, to Geto, HIS pleasure was the one able to trigger you and make you lose control. He felt proud of himself — But that pride didn't last.

He reached so much deeper like that and you began mercilessly riding his dick whilst letting out the most sinful moans of his name.

And soon enough you felt yourself getting close again, which resulted in your grip around his neck tightening, along with your walls squeezing around his dick and you only sped up your movements. It's not like you could get tired anyways.

Your movements pleased him beyond recognition, he felt in heaven, and the way his eyes were shut and the way he was biting harshly onto his bottom lip showed exactly how much he loved what you were doing to him. His left hand was holding tightly onto the bedsheets, while the other was quick to grasp onto your breasts, squeezing and moving them around, while he felt like his high would come soon.

And he was right, as your insides tightened, Geto groaned in pleasure, his length twitching inside you, and the extreme pleasure you were granting him even made him accidentally rip the bed sheets with his strength. So he instantly moved both of his hands to your hips, to hold himself properly.

"I'm gonna cum..." You panted out whilst you let your release wash over you, but you didn't stop riding him, you kept up the rough pace.

After your own release, the king allowed himself to feel his delicious orgasm, releasing his warm seed inside his lover, while lustfully screaming his queen's name. It didn't help that you didn't stop, his sensitive member kept on twitching and releasing more and more fluids inside you, and his movements seemed desperate too. But he didn't want you to stop anyways, he used his hands to move your hips up and down too, even if you wanted to stop, he wanted just a little bit more of that sensation of being used even though he was sensitive. He stopped after a while, falling weak on the bed, breathing heavily. "You're the best... I can't even keep... myself breathing..."

Your movements finally came to a halt when your legs were about to fail you. You collapsed on top of Geto, panting heavily, a smile on your face that soon turned into a breathless laugh

"That... Felt amazing" you continued to breathe heavily. After a while of just laying on him you looked at your lover and kissed his cheek, then moved down to his jaw and neck, you sunk your teeth into his neck and began drinking from him again. His taste was intoxicating.

When you finally pulled back your kisses went down to his shoulders, leaving marks on his shoulders cause there was still blood on your lips. You finally looked up at him, your eyes crimson.

"You taste amazing" You finally planted a kiss on his lips, making sure to take your time savouring his lips.

Groaning in some sort of pleasure when you bit him, he began chuckling. That sensation of being drained was weird, but by you? Nothing short of good. He led his hands to your back, caressing it gently while you drank his wine. When you stopped, he chuckled, staring directly at her hypnotizing eyes.

"I'm flattered, such a compliment from my beloved queen."

He was enjoying this all, this passionate moment, this chance to love you, to stay at your side.

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animehideout · 6 months

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Jujutsu kaisen men : Their favorite place to do it 🔞

warning: smut.

characters: Gojo Satoru - Geto Suguru - Nanami Kento - Sukuna Ryomen - Toji Fushiguro - Ino Takuma - Choso - Mahito.

Note: Ino is 21.

Music suggestion 🎶: Slow Down - Chase Atlantic.

Gojo Satoru:

• In his car.

• Specifically in the back seat.

• Would play some music, volume up enough for both of you to enjoy the atmosphere.

Geto Suguru:

• On the couch.

• After a long cuddling session, things would escalate.

• Tv still on in the background.

Nanami Kento:

• On the bed.

• He likes it when both of you are 100% comfortable to give your all.

• Enjoys the soft sheets, since you guys flip a lot.

Sukuna Ryomen:

• On the floor.

• Would bring a mirror and makes you watch your reflection while he fucks you.

• He doesn't care if the floor is hard.

Toji Fushiguro:

• On the kitchen counter ( you 🫵🏻 in the kitchen cuz he thinks you're the meal 😐 )

• He likes it rough.

• He thinks its hot.

Ino Takuma:

• On his gaming chair ( IDK )

• Just hop on top of him pls.

• Would throw his controller.

Choso :

• In the shower.

• Pins you against the wall.

• He enjoys the warm water running on your bodies.

Mahito:

• Anywhere in public.

• This man has got no shame.

• A tease.

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loafgeto · 5 months

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KINKMAS DAY ONE: ROLEPLAYING WITH SUGURU

synopsis | you and your boyfriend, suguru, were bored and looking for something fun to do— and then, he suggests you two to roleplay as a mistress and butler. where could that possibly lead to?

contents | no curses au, fem!reader, she/her pronouns, explicit language, established relationship. mentions of porn, cosplaying(??), foreplay, cunninglus, dirty talk, pet names (heavy use of miss & mistress), semi??praising, breast/nipple play, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, orgasms, squirting (multiple times). NOT proofread - nsfw under the cut. (i also included some mahito slander 🫡)

word count | 5.4k

notes | i was imagining this so much with geto LOL so i just had to 😕🤞

tags | @aydene @suguruday @biscuitsngravie @homeslices @tiredkitten @get0sfav @erensflies @bleachisfood (if you want to be tagged, just let me know!)

“suguru, i’m bored,” you sigh, troubled from the fact that there’s absolutely nothing to do on this normal saturday night. you and your boyfriend have already done everything you both could think of— cooking together, watching a movie, playing games, making out, and eating all of the snacks in the pantry. but those activities are basically always done on a regular daily basis. so you’re determined to fine something exciting, entertaining, and new to do.

“well, i don’t know what we should do,” suguru replies with a short groan, gently tapping your ass with his hand as you stood from the couch you both sat on. you give your boyfriend a glance before walking towards the bookcase that stored every book, board game, puzzles, and other activities you owned. “how about we play this board game? satoru brought it over and we never got to play it,” you inquire, directing suguru’s attention to the box in your hand.

“what? no, i already played it. it’s boring, babe, trust me,” suguru replies, brows furrowing as he lays his body on the couch, propping his head up with his arm. you groan, gently shoving the board game back into the space you found it in. “well, we’re fucking damned for tonight then. how about we just go to sleep?” you suggest, turning to him with your hands on your hips.

“it’s only 6:34 though,” suguru replies, glancing at the clock before drawing his attention back to you. he thinks for a moment, eyeing your figure up and down before some idea popped in his head. suguru’s brows lift as he pulls his body up and leans forward in his sitting position. “i think i have an idea.”

“an idea?” your expression seems to brighten as you’ve become curious on what suguru was possibly going to suggest.

“yeah,” suguru nods, a faint smile forming on his lips. “how about we role play?”

you give him a long stare, indicating if he was serious. your mouth almost opens out of astonishment to his suggestion, but you keep a firm expression before crossing your arms. “like role play like when we were eight? you want to play house or something?” you raise a brow, and suguru only chuckles.

“no! i mean-“ suguru pauses before standing up and walking over to you. “well, i’ve been wondering about something lately. y’know- how in some porn videos, they’d have those weird ass plots or they’d role play?” suguru tilts his head, his smile still distinct on his lips.

“oh, that’s the role play you’re meaning,” you swallow, returning a small smile that only expressed a slight embarrassment, but you’re quite intrigued, never expecting suguru to establish such idea. “okay so, how are we going to do that?”

“hmm,” suguru hums, stepping closer to you and placing both of his hands behind of your hips. he gently caresses your lower back, pulling you close to him as he ponders on how to make this role play work. “how about… a butler and a mistress? you can be like the head of a wealthy family or something and i can be your butler— we have a secret romantic relationship and you know, we can do whatever we want from there. how does that sound?”

“okay, let’s do it,” you nod, giving your boyfriend a wide grin. one thing suguru loves about you is how open you are to his propositions and ideas without fierce judgement. he had no clue how the thought about role playing developed at that moment, and the words just slipped out of his mouth before he even realized it. but if you aren’t denying it, then suguru isn’t complaining.

“heh. so, i guess i’ll starting calling you miss, then. or mistress? i’m at your service,” suguru raises a brow with a chuckle, a small smirk poking the end of his lips as one hand reaches for yours. he gently holds your hand, lifting it to his lips and presses several kisses against your knuckles. rolling your eyes, you giggle softly and respond, “well then, suguru. shouldn’t you be doing butler things?”

“i am.. like taking care of you,” suguru whispers, directly keeping his gaze on you. gulping lightly, you give your boyfriend an awkward smile— he’s completely in character, and you have to step up your act too. but as you were about to reply, a heavy knock on the front door interrupted and seized the attention from the two of you.

exchanging quick glances, you both hear a faint and familiar voice calling out, “suguruuuu!” your friend satoru huffs, and suguru pulls away from you, groaning loudly. you chortle, shortly following after him to the door.

“what do you want?” suguru questions after he unlocks and opens the door. satoru was standing on the other side with a wide smile, teeth nearly blinding your sight. “i’m here for my board game! you guys weren’t busy or anything, right?” he replies, before suguru steps aside to allow him inside.

“uh..” suguru gives you a glance, but you shake your head. satoru doesn’t seem to pay attention to the situation and immediately saunters towards the shelf in the living room. you and suguru trail after the white haired male, watching as he grabs his board game and holds it up. “let’s play this, now that i’m here,” satoru grins, like there wasn’t a choice to reject.

so unfortunately, this night where you and suguru would try out role playing automatically fails and doesn’t occur since satoru ended up staying over. and for some odd reason, satoru’s board game was making you and your boyfriend invested, even though suguru claimed it was boring. therefore, you both eventually forgot about the idea of role play and moved along with your days.

but now, it just so happens to be the next monday night. you often return home before suguru, but since you worked under a large corporation, the workload was intense and exasperating— often leading you to work overtime. before you’re allowed to go home for today, there were stacks of paperwork you had to overview, sign, and then submit. it was agonizing, due to the fact that the original employee assigned to the duty was absent from work. therefore, your manager appointed you to complete it instead.

why did you say yes? well, because you’re not necessarily an irresponsible worker, and if these papers weren’t submitted by next morning— you and your team could possibly face consequences and complications, which your organization would not appreciate and want to issue. you’d definitely go home later and complain heavily to suguru.

you groan and slump over your desk, desperately wanting to tear the remaining papers you needed to complete. you just wished some angel could appear and magically finish it for you, it’d be wonderful. it was currently 9:13pm, and you were only halfway through the stacks, and shifts ended nearly three to four hours ago.

“fuck that mahito, i hope he gets fired,” you mumbled, lifting your body up and focusing back on the remaining sheets. you grit your teeth, knowing that blue haired imbecile would get a lecture from your boss but wouldn’t necessarily get fired because of the ‘good and diligent’ worker he is. plus, his lame excuses always seem to shoot like an arrow into your manager’s brain, making it all believable. “when i see him again, i’m going to—“

your office door swings open, causing you to jump in place and dart your eyes towards the figure standing there, completely oblivious to your surprised reaction. “[name]! are you still working on those papers?” one of your team members, yu haibara, questions with a smile.

“oh, i am,” you reply with a short nod, watching as he enters the office. “why? and what are you doing here? i thought you left hours ago.”

“ah, well..” yu chuckles awkwardly as he rubs his back of his nape. “my wife and i got into a little argument and i decided to cool off here. i already feel bad but she’s stubborn, so she might still be upset at me. do you mind if i finish the rest of the papers?”

“i don’t mind at all!” you reply, realizing it slipped out quickly but of course, you wanted to get out of there. and yu’s offer to complete the rest just made you even happier than ever.

“oh! that’s great, it must be tiring. you can go home now and i’ll make sure all of it is complete by tomorrow. i’ll let you know also,” yu says, maintaining his grin as you stood up from your chair. “wonderful, that sounds good,” you reply and gather your things, nearly in tears of gratefulness for him.

“say hi to geto for me too!” yu adds once you step out of the office. you give him a thumbs up, indicating that you’d regard his greeting to suguru. and with that, you left and was finally able to return home.

you fish out your phone and text suguru that you were on the way back home, including the mention of grabbing something to eat so he didn’t have to cook anything for you. besides, it was late and he must be worn out himself. but not even a minute later, suguru responds.

sugu <3: i’ve been cooking already. get your ass home ;(

chuckling at his reply, you return a quick message before returning your phone back into a pocket. the remainder of the way home felt long and exhausting. the train wasn’t as crowded, but you paid no mind to anyone nearly invading your space. everyone’s tired and just wants to go home. and eventually, you safely arrive in your neighborhood and tread wearily towards the front door of your house.

grabbing your keys and unlocking the door, you push the door open and step inside. “suguru, i’m home,” you call out, eyes lowered to the floor as you slip off your stilettos and shut the door behind you. there wasn’t a response back as you whiffed a fragrant scent of your favorite dish from the kitchen. you smile, becoming excited as you knew suguru had whipped up your favorite food, knowing you had a terrible day at work and was trying to make you feel better.

suguru pokes his head from the entrance of the kitchen, eyes following your figure walking towards him. “welcome home, miss,” suguru greets with a polite grin. the name nearly confuses you at first, causing you to raise a brow before you take a long glance at his appearance.

your boyfriend was dressed etiquettely, in a delicate suit, like a butler. you blink several times, wondering why he was dressed in such formal attire— but it finally clicks in your low energized brain. suguru was instigating the role play you two didn’t get to experience those couple nights ago. well, since he’s already in character, might as well join along with him. now, the night was becoming thrilling, making you anticipate on what’s going to occur next.

clearing your throat, you return a short, enervating but mannerly smile before slipping off your blazer and handing it suguru. he accepts your gesture, taking the blazer and folding it before hanging it over his forearm. “i have prepared a meal for you, my mistress. is there anything else you’d like me to do for you?” suguru adds, placing the garment on a rack and following after you into the kitchen.

“hmm..” you hum softly, observing the neat placement of the dishes on the table and nodding. “yeah. i’d like you to brew me some chamomile tea, please,” you request, sitting down on the dining chair after suguru pushes it out for you. he nods, pressing a hand gently against your back before leaning to the side of your ear.

“understood. please let me know if you need anything else, my mistress,” suguru whispers softly, breath nearly tickling your ear. you almost giggled, but you refrained yourself by returning another smile, watching as he walks away to the kettle and turns it on.

initially, you start to eat the meal suguru had prepared for you. it was delicious, to the point you’d squeal like a gleeful child. meanwhile, suguru was brewing your requested tea, presenting flair movements as if he’d been a butler for a long time. you observe him, embedding the image of your boyfriend dressed as a handsome butler into your head. the pure white gloves around suguru’s hands were in no position to be stained from his dainty gestures, and it made your heart throb, seeing how appealing he looked.

“here is your tea, miss,” suguru speaks, instantly snapping your attention away from the indecent images wiring in your head. you respond with a regular thank you, lifting the cup in your hands and taking a long sip. “now, would you like to talk to me about your day? you appear to be quite troubled. i’d like to help you relieve your stress in any sort of way,” he adds, implying with sultry tone like a strategy— trying to seduce you. and it’s certainly working.

“please, give me a massage,” you reply before huffing, remembering your exhausting situation from earlier because of your co-worker. suguru smiles, now standing behind of you with his large hands positioned on your tense shoulders. “mahito didn’t come to work today, and he was assigned to finish these important documents that need to be completed and submitted by tomorrow. so my manager assigned me to the task, i can’t believe i said yes. but we’d be fucked over since no one else was offering.”

“hm.. sounds quite troubling miss, but you do your very best to make sure there’d be no issues within your organization. that’s very respectable and responsible of you. and besides, i’m sure you’d mostly get the credit for it,” suguru replies, gently nudging his fingertips into your shoulder muscles, releasing the stiffness and allowing you to relax. you just remembered yu’s request, but you didn’t know how to implement the topic into the current conversation, since you’re role playing— it’s most likely the character suguru’s portraying wouldn’t know who yu is.

“i hope i do,” you respond with a long sigh, your body loosening up the strained muscles from suguru’s soothing massage. “but i don’t have to worry about it anymore, yu came by and decided to finish the rest for me. so now i can relax just like this.”

“that’s good,” suguru replies with a faint grin, circling his thumb around your tight shoulder blades and pressing into the muscle. “relax a little more, miss. i got you.”

suguru’s soft voice purrs into your ear, honestly causing your muscles to become more tense and sensitive to his overwhelming touch. but, you’re able to control yourself in the current matter, soothing your back against the chair. “yeah, relax just like that. it’ll make your muscles calmer,” he adds, moving his hands towards the sides of your neck. he kneads his fingertips into the skin, feeling the strain in your neck muscles. “t-that feels good, ‘guru..” you reply quietly, eyes shutting as your mind occupies the feeling of his massage.

“yeah?” suguru grins, satisfied when seeing you relax comfortably. but having being with you for years now, he knows you’re still quite bothered with your work situation. troubling issues like that were never assuredly away from one’s mind at an instant, therefore suguru still has several ideas of how to make you feel better. “should i get a warm bath starting for you, miss?”

“mhm.. that’d be nice,” you nod your head in a slow and relaxed manner. suguru figured you were done eating, so he allows you to walk to the room first while he cleans up the kitchen and store the leftovers. out of character, suguru was beginning to like this role play experience. he’d never thought about trying it before, but maybe it’ll start becoming an act that you two would use from time to time. suguru’s thoughts lead him to ponder about what kind of role play you’d both enact next. maybe friends with benefits? or something more explicit or vulgar?

suguru decides to discuss it with you later and finishes cleaning up in the kitchen. he dries his wet hands with a towel before slipping back on his white gloves. he heads over to the room where you were in, walking in and detecting you in the bathroom.

“you already got the bath started?” suguru tilts his head, entering the bathroom and watches as you shut off the tub’s faucet once the water has filled to a decent amount. “wanted to get some things off your shoulders, since you’ve been helping me so much, suguru,” you reply with a smile, exiting the room shortly after.

“ah, miss. but it is my job to take care of the small necessities for you, since you’re already working very hard—“ suguru begins as his gaze follows you out and he trails after. you turn around, waiting for him to approach closer to you before gently tugging the sleeve of his blazer, “well.. if you’re so persistent on doing that.. then, you can help me undress.”

there’s a short moment of silence, as a grin appears on suguru’s lips. “as you wish,” he replies with a nod and notices your flustered expression you’re desperately trying to cover behind a stoic face. a chuckle almost escapes past his lips as he’s acknowledging the way you’re presenting your character. this was more entertaining than he figured.

suguru starts by removing your top, disconnecting all of the buttons of your white dress shirt and sliding it out from your arms before tossing it to the side. his eyes lower down at your breasts squeezed underneath your expensive laced bra, and all he needed to do was remove the rest of your garments. and suguru’s seen you naked countless of times, but at this moment, you’re becoming timid from his eyes inspecting you like it’s your first time showing yourself completely bare to him. it felt odd, but arousing.

“you should sit down. your legs and feet must be tired,” suguru suggests, guiding you to sit by the edge of the bed. he kneels ahead of you once you’re situated down, and flicks his eyes beneath his lashes up, ogling your face. “hmm.. you feel tense here too,” suguru comments next once his hands slowly began trailing up your thighs and underneath your mini skirt.

“t-then you should do something about it, suguru,” you reply sheepishly, feeling his fingers dip underneath the waistband of your leather mini skirt and dragging them down your legs. now you’re left in your nylon tights and bra. suguru pushes your thighs apart, aligning himself between them and gripping his hand underneath the fat while maintaining his gaze directly on you. “what else can i do to make you feel better, my mistress?” suguru asks in a low tone, fingertips softly kneading into the muscles of your thigh, getting a small whimper through your pretty lips.

why did it feel like it was your first time with suguru again? even after being together for so long, he’s still always able to make you flustered and hesitant like this. suguru never fails to impress you, and this is why you’re so deeply in love with him. “wanna feel.. more of your touch, ‘guru..” you reply with a short coo, hands pressing down against the soft mattress to prop you up.

"if that's what my mistress wants then.. i'll gladly give it to her," suguru whispers, discarding your tights down next and tossing them with the rest of the removed garments. his eyes steadily observe your figure up and down, admiring your appearance before returning his grip around your thighs. suguru starts pressing soft kisses against the skin of your inner thigh, adding wet licks and gentle nibbles once he has you moaning again.

suguru's mouth was inching closer to your pelvic area, sending you sensitive signals throughout your entire body and making you shiver. by now, your arousal was probably soaking through the material of your panties from his wet kisses and sensual touches on your thigh. it was already driving you mad, making you yearn for much more. but you know suguru, and he's a teaser. even in the sense of this role play experience, he's still going to mess around with you in some way because he likes it, he enjoys and takes pleasuring hearing you beg for him.

"oh? what's this?" suguru hums, removing his mouth away from your thigh and eyeing the drenched area discerned from the fabric of your panties. you swallow lightly, feeling the tip of his middle finger graze against the spot causing you to whimper quietly. "i'm guessing you want me to do something about this too, huh, miss?" he cocks a brow at you, and your only response was a quick nod.

suguru removes your panties with one finger, allowing it to dangle off from one of your legs and settles his face back in between your thighs, eyes staring intently at your glistening folds. "s-shit.." you mewl once suguru's wet tongue swirls over your clit and trails down your slit.

his tongue swirls sensually around your vulva, glazing the area with his saliva and melding with your arousal, slurping every ounce before stimulating your clit again. the entire feeling was pleasuring, having you roam your hand towards the back of his head and gripping the threads of his long black hair. suguru groans, voice vibrating against your pussy that just nearly gets to your climax.

suguru prods his tongue into your hole, nose lightly bumping against your clit that makes you moan louder and grip the sheets with your other hand. his tongue explores your insides, rolling over your folds and savoring the taste of your arousal. it’s excruciating, suguru and his tongue knowing how to make you feel this good. he was simply enjoying himself too, blood pumping to his dick and tightening his dress pants from each squelching sound and your moans heard in his ears.

“my mistress has such a pretty pussy, doesn’t she?” suguru smiles, latching his mouth on your sensitive clit. he kisses the bud before sucking it gently, removing the gloves on his hands and pushing two fingers into your cunt aching because of his tongue. “m-mhm… fuck- just like that, ‘guru,” you choke out, head falling back as his fingers slowly pump in and out of you, getting coated with your slickness.

“yeah? you like that, miss? you like how i’m fingering your pussy?” suguru smiles, drilling his fingers deeper into your hole, curling and rubbing against your sensitive g-spot. you’re unable to formulate proper words, and only moans and short whimpers could give the answer to his question. suguru was taking his sweet time with your cunt, lazily swirling his tongue against your clit until you’ve reached your orgasm.

“n-ngh, suguru- i’m gonna cum-“ you cry out, your fingers tightening around the grasp of suguru’s hair in your hand. suguru’s whirling his tongue faster against your clit, already sending you towards your next orgasm as his fingers dip further in, knuckles slapping against your wet folds. suguru can feel your gummy walls clench around his fingers, your voice crying and yearning just for him.

suguru’s mouth was greeted with the shower of your cum, and he nearly falters from the amount dripping down your thighs and soaking the sheets of the bed. you’re breathing heavily, back now pressed against the mattress as your body shivers from your orgasm. but suguru wasn’t done just yet.

“mistress..” suguru calls out as he stood, earning your attention. your eyes widen, mouth nearly gawking at the sight of suguru’s hardening fat cock leaking so much pre-cum. his hand wraps around his girth, while the other guides your thighs apart before lining his tip at your entrance.

“‘guru..” you groan, feeling suguru press his tip against your folds, slicking the pre-cum around your vulva before teasing your clit. you whine, slightly glaring at him but suguru only chuckles. “come on, miss. say you want it. say how bad you want my dick inside you,” suguru mumbles, poking your entrance, knowing it’d make you squirm.

“f-fuck, stop teasing me!” you whine, still glaring at him as he slightly pushes his tip in, not necessarily caring about your complaint to his provoking actions. he’d gently slap his cock on your pussy a few times, feeling your arousal soak onto him. and you both know he won’t put it in unless you say what he requested you to say. “sugu.. i-i want your cock in me, please. i want you to fuck me s’bad right now. pleaseplease, i—“

suguru interrupts your sentence as he instantly shoves his entire length into your pussy, making a loud gasp escape past your lips. “my mistress sounds cute when she begs,” suguru comments with a wide grin, rocking his hips slowly, nudging his cock within your deepest parts. your eyes roll back instantly, your walls fluttering to the size of his girth. you swore suguru got bigger.

“ngh- fuck.. i’m fucking my mistress’s pussy...” suguru pants. he groans heavily, lowering his body over yours, arms propped beside of your head as your legs maneuver around his waist. “feels s’good.. suguru.. mm- my butler’s cock is in so deep-“ you cry softly and his forehead presses against yours. despite this intimate situation that mostly involves role play, it almost feels entirely too real. maybe it’s because you and suguru are completely engaged, and this sort of scenario doesn’t necessarily occur on a regular basis.

however, imagining this as you and suguru’s first time while enacting as another person and having a different relationship status felt so erotic, tantalizing the both of you. and suguru’s noticing how much you’re relishing this idea with just the two of you, and it drives him to pound his cock into you. “suguruuu..” you mewl, chanting his name quietly over and over, as your arms snake around his neck to bring him closer.

his thrusts were becoming consistent, rough and fast— cock plunging into you like he’s never going to feel you again. you choke out several moans before your lips passionately presses against suguru’s as he’s fucking your hole. suguru groans into the kiss, feeling your pussy clench tight around his girth, almost making him orgasm. he takes an opportunity to unclip your bra and throw it aside, releasing your breasts bouncing after each one of his thrusts.

suguru gropes one of your tits with his large hand, massaging into the skin before pinching your hard nipple. he already knows that you’re the most delicate there when you’re in a vulnerable state like this, underneath him and pleading for more. yet, of course, it makes suguru’s dick throb each second. “s-suguru, please. touch me ‘nd fuck me more!“ you whine as his lips pulls away from yours.

and suguru could never reject such prurient request like that from you. he grinds his hips harsh into the skin of your ass, making his cock prod deeper into your slippery cunt and kiss your womb. you honestly didn’t know how many orgasms you had reached at that point, as another one was formulating from the way he’s scraping against your g-spot.

he swirls his tongue over your nipple, sucking the hard bud before gently biting down. your walls squeeze him, mouth releasing loud sobs and moans as your body becomes weak to the amount of pleasure his cock bestows. there’s a hard knot stirring in your belly as his tip desperately pokes into your baby room, like it’s begging to spill all of the cum inside. you hold him tightly, your words only being replaced by heavy cries that vibrate into suguru’s ears like music notes.

suguru feels his balls becoming heavy as they smack against your pussy— it’s arousing to hear the squelching sounds of your cunt and the light smack of your skins colliding into each other’s. lowering his face, he’s able to detect the sight where you both connected, where his cock spreads your pulsating walls, where your folds kiss around him.

“yesyesyes, shit- i’m gonna cum-“ you sob as you push a hand over your head to grip the sheets of the mattress.

it’s become so messy, so dirty in this room. there’s a mix of his pre-cum and your arousal layering the base of his cock, nearly streaming down to your ass and soaking the sheets.

“my mistress is so beautiful. so fuckin’ pretty and filthy just f’me,” suguru grunts, his thrusting pace quickening that the frame of your bed is ramming into the wall, mattress squeaking like it’s about to break because of how hard he’s fucking into you. “at this point, we might just have to get married, eh? you’d be missing my cock every second. and i’d want to make sure my mistress isn’t feeling too stressed every day.”

“yes- please, oh god,” you can only respond, squinting each warm droplet of tears out from your eyes. “please stay by my side forever, ‘guru! wanna be fucked by my butler’s cock e-everyday.. please!”

suguru’s thrusts become sloppy, powered by indecent and lecherous feelings, and he smirks at your words. he leans down, close by your ear and groans. “a-anything for my mistress,” he hisses quietly, his cock pulsating as he feels you cum again. but he doesn’t stop at all, wrecking your pussy that it’s causing you to tear up even more. “but since we’ll be married- i’ll get to call you my wife then, hm? or do you like mistress still?”

“y-your wife! please, i want to be called your wife..” you manage to slip out as his lips kiss your tears away from your burning cheeks.

“yeah?” suguru whispers, kissing your lips and pressing his tongue over the entrance of your mouth. “then- guess that means i’ll have to stuff my wife with my cum then. does she want that?”

“yes! yesyesyesyes,” you chant over and over, your pussy sucking him in as a reaction of his words. suguru smirks, but it stimulates him even further to his orgasm he suppressed this far.

and when suguru dumps his thick load, filling up your entire womb, you’d came another time all over him. it’s almost agonizing to sense, but your mind’s too stuffed with the feeling of his cum warming you up that you mostly didn’t care at all.

suguru breathes heavily, slipping his cock out and watches as your hole leaks several ounces of his cum. you’re both exhausted and drained, but thrilled. by now, the warm water of the bath you’re supposed to take a long time ago, was probably now cold but welcoming to clean off the stench of filth from the two of you.

he even just realized that he fucked you while almost entirely dressed in his butler attire. and now that you’re both finished, he finally feels the heat of the clothes around his body. suguru was quick to slip off his blazer and toss it somewhere before glancing back at you.

“baby,” suguru calls out to you softly, lowering his body over yours again. you’re still panting, arm covering your eyes and sniffling a couple times. you didn’t respond immediately as your body quivers slightly, but you give him a quick stare once he drags your arm away. “you okay?”

“‘m fine,” you reply, holding a grin to your lips.

“what did you think?”

“about?”

“the role play. do you think we should try it again?” suguru tilts his head, softly circling his thumb against your cheekbone. he was quite pleased to see you nod your head, agreeing to continue implementing this practice into your sexual life. “it’s fun. i think we should try more whenever we get the chance,” you reply, leaning up to peck his lips.

“how about we do husband and wife next? like we’re on our honeymoon. since you know you were-“ suguru smiles upon seeing how flustered you quickly became. and all you do is nod, interrupting him from finishing his sentence. he couldn’t honestly wait to try the play, imagining the scenario was already titillating him enough but he snaps the idea away.

suguru takes a brief look around the room, observing how clothes were sprawled across the floor, how some parts of the mattress was hanging by the edge of the bed frame, and how your bedroom walls were slightly scratched because of the headboard slamming harshly into it.

well, if you’d both have to rate role play, it’d definitely be a 10/10.

LOAFGETO. thank you for reading! please do not copy my work or publish in another media without my permission.

a/n: first day kinkmas DONE. bye i literally woke up at 11:45 and finished this and now it’s almost 1:45 so nearly TWO HOURS. you can tell i somewhat got bored by the end since i was just trying to finish this off😭😭 i definitely want to try roleplaying with suguru tho :P no part 2!!!!

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now i write em down if i remember in the morning. // g.s.

pairing: geto suguru x reader

wc: 2.7k

synopsis: he liked the way it fell neatly across his shoulders. It tickled his neck at first, before he got used to the feeling, and for some reason, he could not pinpoint—most definitely satoru’s influence and one too many margaritas—he decided to mess it all up; nothing like being hangover to look over his mistakes.

tags/cw: fluff, suggestive, friends to lovers -ish, mention of alcohol consumption, everyone's hangover. —let me know if i missed anything!

a/n: its good to be back, inst it :))) ANYWAY i poured so much love into this fic and i hope yall love it as much as i do! what do we think of the dialogue?? i tried incorporating it more bc i usually rely on heavy descriptions but i dunno. thank u @thelastoreo for beta reading hehe mwah

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Footsteps sounding louder than they should, you made your way through the hall, softly calling out Suguru’s name. Neither in his room nor in the office, he was nowhere to be found.

It was only when you stood outside the bathroom door that your inquiry was resolved, a muffled fuck confirming his whereabouts.

Three knocks then followed by a meek come in, you tried grounding yourself before opening the door. The atmosphere felt cold, off.

The teetering words he had managed to utter while on call gave you a limited understanding of the situation, and the image in front of you didn’t help to reduce your uneasiness.

Inklike strands awkwardly framed his face, casting shadows you have never seen before. The look in his eyes was foreign, a deer caught in headlights, an empty void bursting with regret. Vermillion dripped down his skin, intermingling with each freckle, scar, in its wake; a tragic yet beautiful demonstration of pure regret.

“I think,” he paused, chest tightening against his will. “I think I cut it too short.”

Suguru doesn't remember how much time it took for his hair to grow out, all he remembers was both Satoru and you agreeing he’d look like really good with a particular hairstyle you saw on a billboard while shopping; there was no turning back from there.

Using a good shampoo and conditioner was his priority, appalled by the 57-in-1 products he’d find in a few of his friends’—Toji’s—shower. He'd splurge on hair masks, using them once or twice a week, and heat protectant spray because using a blow-dryer had become a must during the winter. Bought a claw clip after endless nagging from your end, it was gentler on his hair when compared to the elastic hair ties he’d previously used.

Fuck, he even went as far as changing all his sheets and pillowcases to prevent breakage and reduce frizz.

Taking care of his hair was like therapy, and now he will have to pay an actual therapist to fix his unresolved childhood trauma.

“Sorry,” you huffed out, slightly leaning your weight against the doorframe. Your erratic breathing had evened out by now, though your ribs still hurt from the constant strain. “What?”

Gaze downcast as if embarrassed to confront you, despite him being the one to call you over. His legs shifted in place, occasionally putting more responsibility on his arms to hold his body weight.

“I cut my hair too short.” He mumbled, before hopelessly looking at the ceiling and closing his eyes in regret.

“How did this happen?” you questioned, cringing as his fingers walked through his short tresses, tensing when he realised there wasn’t lengthier length to go through. “When and why?”

“I- I don't know.”

Despite the initial refusal to look at you, he couldn't avoid making eye contact through the mirror; you made your way inside the bathroom as he spoke, leaning your hips against the counter and taking a stance beside his figure. The deadpan expression on your face made him slightly nervous, enough to bring a soft blush back to his cheeks.

“Yeah okay, so I was drunk.”

“Explains a lot.”

“Let me finish, would you?”

“Ok, sorry, go on.”

“After we got back from dropping you home, Satoru had the brilliant idea of watching a movie,” he recalled, rolling his eyes in annoyance though his whole demeanour was a bit lighter like he was able to recognise the humour out of the ridiculous situation he found himself in. "That would've been fine, hadn't he suggested more drinking.

“I was drunk so I agreed,”

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes, playful dismay coating your features as you subtly examined him through the mirror, not missing the way he still tried avoiding your gaze.

"Turns out it was a scheme to fuck me up because he chose the saddest fucking movie to ever be made by humankind, I had a weird crisis, doubted my whole existence and decided 4am would be a perfect time for a haircut.”

He couldn't help but chuckle at your snicker; your voice made him giddy like that.

“Well, if it's of any consolation, I think it suits you.”

“I feel bald.”

“And I think you’d look really good even if bald.”

“He’s lying,” Satoru said, munching on some cereal. His face had multiple sheet marks even though he slept on the couch—or the carpet, you aren’t sure—and he was squinting despite wearing sunglasses, which sat crooked on his nose, of course. “Partially, at least.”

Even when he looked like utter shit, he managed to be a cocky bastard.

“What do you mean?” You questioned, deciding to toy with whatever strings Satoru was pulling.

Just a few moments ago you had managed to convince Suguru of taking a shower despite the immense fatigue plaguing his body; the pretext of trying to wash away the regrets of the past convincing enough. Plus, promised an extra-large portion of waffles for the three of you once he was done; that seemed to work on him as well.

The soft pitter-patter of the water could be heard from the kitchen, ensuring it was just the two of you. His lips housed a smug smile, and if he wasn't one of your best friends you'd be wary of the motive behind his words (read: endearingly).

"He did have a mild existential crisis like he realised he had no idea what he was doing with his life and that his life purpose was eh," he tried explaining to the best of his ability, hand movements prevalent in the animated conversation. "But we watched this movie with that dude you like?"

Stopping in your tracks, you rested the whisk against the bowl you were using to mix the ingredients for breakfast, excitement pouring from your words as you mentioned the name of one of the artists you enjoyed.

“Yes! Him!” Satoru exclaimed, enjoying the way your features lit up. “Well, I made an off-handed comment about how you liked him and he was already drunk so he cut his hair because he thought it’d make you like him more or something.”

His nonchalant shrug—his stance about the whole situation to be honest—made you laugh.

“And you didn't try to stop him?” you played along, smiling at the way Satoru leaned against your figure, resting his head on your shoulder while mumbling how the light hurt his eyes.

“I passed out before I could do anything,” He answered, straightening up just enough so he could slurp the last bit of milk on his bowl. “Oh and, apparently milk helps with hangovers? I had no idea.”

The both of you stayed in silence, only the sizzling of the waffle maker breaking the silence. It would've been peaceful, another morning with your friends after a night out, the only difference being the idea of Suguru maybe liking you back; the thought forced an even bigger smile on your lips.

“Anyway,” An overtly exaggerated yawn left his mouth, smacking his lips together to emphasise his sleepiness. “I’m going back to sleep, wake me up when breakfast is done, please?”

Right before Satoru left the kitchen for a 14-hour power nap, Suguru made an entrance. Droplets of water stained his shirt as he ruffled his hair non-stop, adjusting the strands to prevent his, now shorter, fringe from poking his eyes.

“Morning ‘Ruru— Oh! There's condoms on the fourth drawer beside the fridge by the way.”

The sound of metal clanking against the counter and floor caught Suguru’s attention before he could process Satoru's odd, and weirdly specific, statement, body moving on autopilot to help you pick up whatever you dropped.

“You okay?" and it was only after he made sure you were alright that his mind revisited what his roommate said, making his brows furrow in confusion as he turned towards you, looking at you for an answer as if this was your house and not his. "—Wait, why do we have condoms in the kitchen?”

"Why are you asking me?" You questioned him back, laughter bubbling in your throat at his confused state. “I don't live here.”

“Only because you rejected my offer to move in.”

“And have Satoru manipulate me into cutting my hair? No thanks.”

Pretending to be mortally wounded by your words, his hands went straight to his chest, clutching at his heart.

“Too soon.” He hissed out, closing his eyes and leaning his head against one of the cupboards.

“Already told you you’d look hot bald.”

“Didn't even give me time to grieve.”

Spending time with Suguru was similar to spending time with Satoru. After some time joking around, talking about whatever topic crossed your mind, you could sit in silence without the pressure of filling up the space with mundane conversation. It makes sense they feel so familiar, the two of them have been attached to the hip for years, it's only natural for them to inherit mannerisms from each other.

In their defence, it happened to you as well. Satoru’s dramatism and Suguru’s patience, both of their shitty senses of humour, and so many other characteristics you internalised, not only from them but from your other friends as well. After all that time together, it makes sense existing feels familiar around them.

Existing alongside Satoru and Suguru was so similar, yet so different.

You couldn't pinpoint why.

Even so, this time the stakes felt a lot higher. Despite all the comfortable silences you've wallowed in with him, you can't help but feel tension grow around you, thickening with every tick of the clock.

Palpable, permeating every surface, enough for Suguru to feel it as well, it seems, because right before you said anything that could help dissipate the tension, he spoke up; Great minds think alike, after all.

“Weird how Satoru mentioned where he kept his condoms, huh?”

Great minds think alike, but he’s stupid.

“Yeah, weird,” you mumble, this close to bonking your head against the cupboard just like he did a couple of minutes ago. You were almost done with breakfast anyway, making sure the remaining batter cooked properly; you placed a plate in front of Suguru, handing him the carton of orange juice in the process and waited until he took a sip from his cup. If he was revisiting the tension's catalyst to get rid of said tension, guess the best thing you can do is play along. "It's because he wants us to fuck, I think."

Problem solved, the silence was gone, the echoing of choking noises and coughing distracting enough from the scary tension between you two.

“Why—wait, sorry,” he excused himself, clearing his throat and wiping away some orange juice that had spilled on his chin and the counter. “Why do you think that?

“I dunno, just vibes.” You shrugged, munching on the corner of a waffle after sprinkling maple syrup all over it with a coy smile. His cheeks were dusted pink, and you're sure that if he hadn't chopped his hair off, he’d be playing with the strands; undoing and redoing his bun to keep himself busy from the embarrassment, a habit not many people were aware of, he didn't get to that level of embarrassment easily.

“Yeah, no,” trying his best to make eye contact despite his flustered state, he cut you off, accusingly so. “It’s always more than vibes with Satoru, he talks too much.”

“Suguru Geto, are you calling me a liar?” Now it was your turn to amp up the dramatics, and despite your act being extremely unconvincing, it still caught him slightly off guard.

“What— no, I'm just saying, I think you may be leaving some details out of this conversation.”

“So…a liar then?”

“I didn’t say a liar.”

“You implied it though.”

“Well, I didn't call you a liar,” He scoffed, finding amusement in your behaviour, the twinkle of mischief in your eyes. “Gonna tell me what Satoru said?”

“He mentioned the movie you watched.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah…”

“The movie with you know who?”

“Yeah, that one.”

There are two scenarios. Scenario A, Satoru told you what movie you watched and that was it—though that doesn't make too much sense, why would he mention condoms then?— or Scenario B, Satoru told you about his mini crisis and how the existence of one of the characters drove him to grab a pair of scissors and cut everything off.

So, it really depends, how much did Satoru tell you? It's not like he wasn't worthy, because you're sure he'd rather disappear from this earth before being a tattletale, but your answer…was vague while being too condensed at the same time. The intonation of your words, your tone and body language; he could easily be reading too much into it, but it's plausible, isn't it?

“Did he tell you anything else?”

Determined to pull out as much information from you as he could, he was like a detective trying to come down to the bottom of a mystery—if detectives had enough free time to worry about matters of the heart or whatever. It made you gulp, distracting yourself by drinking some of the juice you had poured yourself not long ago, and it was only after a short pause, that felt eternal, that you answered.

“Not that I recall.”

It made him antsy, eager to but not knowing whether it would be a good idea to come clean, drop the question and maybe run away after you answered.

“Did he mention I like you?”

You almost spit your juice, coughing at his straightforwardness. Despite the nonchalant facade, you could look straight through. He looked cute, all flustered like he had to scrape every bit of courage he could find inside his body to utter the question. Cheeks flushed, biting his lip subtly enough for it to be almost unnoticeable unless you were looking at him closely. You noted the way his thumb played with the side of his index finger, hands no longer playing with his hair as if he had finally internalised the new length of it.

Time stopped when you looked at Suguru Geto, and you’re sure you could’ve stared at him forever if it wasn't for the sound of his voice interrupting your thoughts.

He had also felt time stop, waiting in silence for an answer will do that to you.

“Sorry, for asking, I thought he—”

“He implied it,” You interrupted him, somehow reassuring him that your lack of response wasn't a no. “‘Said you cut your hair because of you know who, so I'd like you more.”

A pensive frown made its way onto Suguru’s face, so Satoru did snitch, huh? Still, he didn’t feel betrayed, it was relieving in a way, though scary in case you were to reject him and “eliminate” him from your life, telling you about his feelings—directly or indirectly—felt like a weight was lifted up from his shoulders.

“And did it work?”

Now, all that was left was to figure out whether his feelings were reciprocated or not. Even if you said no, curiosity would get the best of him, and despite his heart going doki doki inside his ribcage, there was no harm in playing a little coy while at it, right?

“I already told you,” trying to one-up him with his cockiness, holding eye contact though bashfulness still glazed your eyes, match his bluntness if you will; you respond. "I'd like you even if you were bald."

"Shut up." He mumbles, your gaze too penetrating for his liking, it forced him to pull back. Though his cheeks were not only red now, they hurt, the cheesy smile making him feel all giddy and warm inside.

“Aw, you embarrassed?”

“It’s just,” His hand was warm against yours, his fingers tickling your palm as he reached for it across the counter. He pressed his face against his arm, almost touching the counter, the coldness of it sending shivers down his spine. “You make me so weak.”

The both of you remained in comfortable silence for a couple of minutes, finishing breakfast and enjoying each other’s presence as long as you could; never letting your hands go, that is.

It was sort of funny how such a tense atmosphere could transform into utter peace.

“Just to be clear,” he broke the silence once more, now rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand and looking at you like he received a terminal diagnosis of lovesickness. “You do like me back, right?”

“Yes Suguru, I like you.”

“Thanks, I just needed to hear you say it.”

“You didn't wake me up for breakfast!” Satoru exclaimed, yawning as he made his way across the kitchen not a single dirty plate or cup in sight, only you sitting on the counter as Suguru stood shirtless in between your legs. Despite his hair being shorter, it still managed to get his shirt wet, but he was too lazy to change, so he just took it off, pretending he didn't enjoy the way your eyes roamed down his chest.

His hand was awfully close to your thigh, and though you were wearing shorts, from Satoru’s perspective it looked like you were only covered by an oversized shirt. Plus, the giddiness the both of you irradiated, Suguru sporting splotchy cheeks and whatever the fuck you did to glow the way you did, who knows what blasphemous activities had been going on before he interrupted, it could only mean but one thing.

“Wait– were you each other's breakfasts? Did you guys finally fuck?!”

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