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mononijikayu · 1 month ago

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devotion — geto suguru.

“I thought if I gave my life to God, he would spare yours.” You stared at him, stunned, as his words sank in. “Suguru… I don’t understand.” He looked down, his hands trembling. “Years ago, when we… when we lost touch, I heard about your illness.” he explained, his voice heavy with emotion. “I was told you might not survive. I felt helpless, powerless to do anything. So, I prayed. I prayed with everything I had, and I promised God that if he saved you, I would give my life in return. I would serve him, devote myself to his cause. And you… you recovered.”

GENRE: alternate universe - modern au!;

WARNING/S: angst, fluff, forbidden romance, love, hurt/comfort, nsfw, r-18, smut, kissing, rough sex, p-i-v sex, falling in love again, sexual intercourse, pining, hurt, religious guilt, happy ending, aged up characters (suguru and reader are in their 40s), first loves rekindling their relationship, depictions of sexual acts, depiction of pining, depiction of religious aspects, mention of parting, mention of the past, mention of previous husband, father! suguru, widowed! reader;

WORD COUNT: 12k words

NOTE: i was thinking whether or not this is what i should publish for kinktober but i feel like since i've been going on this trend of giving my stories a happy ending, i feel like this is one of them that deserves it, i feel. this is the sequel of 'to build a home'!!! anyway, i hope you enjoy it as much as i did!!! and love wins all, even time!!! i love you all <3

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YOU NEVER THOUGHT YOU’D SEE HIM AGAIN. But you were getting too ahead of destiny. It has been nearly twenty years since you last saw Geto Suguru. Time had blurred the details of his face in your memory — the precise shape of his smile, the warmth in his eyes when he spoke your name.

You thought you’d forgotten him, buried him under the weight of all those years. But there he was, standing at the front of the room, his voice steady and serene as he read the eulogy for your husband.

You tried to focus on the words, tried to let them seep into your soul and cradle your grief. But all you could see was him. The lines on his face had deepened, a touch of gray in his hair, but he was still so achingly familiar. You could feel the stirrings of something old and hidden, something you thought you’d buried long ago.

You felt guilty. This was the day you were supposed to mourn your husband, to remember all the good moments you had shared. But as you sat there, dressed in black, your gaze kept drifting back to Suguru. How strange it was to see him like this — a priest, of all things. You wondered what had led him down this path, what had happened in those years you hadn’t been a part of his life.

His voice was calm and soothing, and it reminded you of the way he used to speak when you were alone together. You found yourself holding your breath, the memories coming back like an unexpected wave. The nights you spent talking until dawn, the feel of his hand in yours, the way he’d look at you like you were the only person in the world. You closed your eyes, trying to push the thoughts away, but they clung to you like a desperate whisper.

You were grieving, yes, but somehow those old feelings resurface, like they had been waiting all this time, just beneath the surface. It was wrong, you knew it, but there was something in the way Suguru spoke, in the way his eyes lingered on you for just a moment too long, that made it feel like maybe, just maybe, this was meant to be.

And as the service drew to a close, you wondered if he felt it too.

As the ceremony ended, the quiet murmur of condolences filled the room, but you barely heard them. Your heart pounded in your chest, a mix of sorrow and anticipation you couldn't quite understand. People passed by, offering their sympathy, their touches gentle on your arm, but your eyes were on him. Suguru stood at the front, still dressed in his somber robes, speaking with a few guests, his expression kind and composed, but you saw the moment he noticed you watching.

He paused, his words faltering for just a second, and then his gaze found yours. For a heartbeat, the world seemed to fall away, and there was only the two of you, standing on opposite sides of a great chasm of time. You felt rooted in place, as if moving would shatter whatever fragile connection had formed between you across the room.

When you finally mustered the courage to approach him, your steps were slow and tentative. He turned to face you fully, his hands clasped in front of him, and for a moment, you were struck by how different he looked, and yet, how much the same. The years had softened his edges, but his eyes — those deep, searching eyes — were just as intense, just as familiar.

“Suguru,” you breathed, unsure what else to say. His name felt foreign on your lips after so long, but also strangely comforting. He gave a small, sad smile, the kind that spoke of understanding beyond words.

“It’s been a long time,” he replied, his voice a quiet murmur, almost swallowed by the room’s low hum. There was a gravity to his tone that made your chest tighten, as if he was trying to convey all the things that had gone unsaid in the years between you.

You nodded, feeling the sting of tears you had not expected. “I never thought I’d see you like this,” you confessed, your voice trembling. “I didn’t know you… became our little town’s priest.”

He chuckled softly, a sound that was both strange and familiar, and something in it warmed you. “Life has a way of leading us to unexpected places,” he said, his eyes searching yours. “I didn’t expect to see you here either… under these circumstances.”

You flinched, a fresh wave of grief washing over you. “No, I suppose not,” you whispered. “But it is good to see you, even now. Even… like this.”

He nodded, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. The silence between you was heavy, but not uncomfortable. It was filled with all the things you wanted to say but didn’t know how. You could feel the years stretching between you like a bridge you were both afraid to cross.

“You look…” he started, then faltered, his gaze sweeping over your face. “You look just as I remember, even after all these years.”

You laughed softly, a sound tinged with both sorrow and disbelief. “I doubt that,” you replied, shaking your head. “It’s been a long time. We’ve both changed.”

“Yes,” he agreed, his voice soft. “But some things don’t change. Some things stay with you, no matter how much time passes.”

You felt your breath catch in your throat. Was he talking about you? About whatever you once had? You wanted to ask, but the words stuck in your throat, caught between your grief and the unexpected flood of emotions his presence had stirred.

Instead, you simply stood there, feeling the weight of his gaze on you, feeling that old, familiar ache that you hadn’t realized you’d been carrying all these years. And when he reached out, his hand hovering just above yours, you found yourself closing the distance, your fingers brushing against his in a touch that felt like both a question and an answer.

“I’m sorry for your loss.” he said, his voice low, filled with a sincerity that sent a shiver down your spine. “I truly am.”

“Thank you.” you whispered, your voice barely more than a breath. You didn’t know if you were thanking him for the words, or for being here, or for just being him.

You cleared your throat, a delicate sound breaking the tension between you. Your heart still aches from the loss, but there was a strange comfort in his presence, a familiarity that felt almost like a balm. You glanced to your side, where your daughter stood, her small hand gripping yours tightly. She looked up at you, her young face a mix of confusion and sorrow, her eyes still red from crying.

For a moment, neither of you moved, standing there like two ghosts caught in the past. But in his eyes, you saw something flicker — a spark of recognition, of something that had never really gone away. And as the room began to empty, you knew this was not the end. Not quite. Not yet.

“This is my daughter, father.” you said softly, turning to Suguru. “Say hello, sweetheart.”

Your daughter hesitated for a moment, still clinging to you, but eventually she offered a shy smile. “Hello.” she whispered, her voice small and uncertain.

Suguru’s expression softened as he crouched down to her level, his eyes gentle. “Hello there, child.” He greeted me warmly, his tone light. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Father Suguru.”

She stared at him for a moment, as if trying to decide what to make of this stranger who seemed to know her mother so well. But Suguru had always been good with children, you remembered. There was a kindness in his demeanor that drew them in. After a moment, she nodded, accepting his presence with the solemnity only a child could muster at such a moment.

“You’ve grown up so much.” Suguru said, his gaze shifting back to you, and there was something tender in the way he looked at you, a flicker of an old memory shared between you.

Before you could respond, two young girls approached from behind him, their eyes wide with curiosity. They looked almost identical, with long dark hair and matching dresses, and they stood close together, their hands clasped as if seeking comfort from one another. You noticed the way they watched Suguru, their eyes full of trust and affection.

“These are my girls.” Suguru said, smiling gently. “Mimiko and Nanako. I adopted them some years ago. They were… lost, in a way, and I thought I could offer them something of a home.”

You felt a pang of recognition in your chest, understanding without needing to ask. He had always had a soft spot for the vulnerable, a quiet compassion that was buried beneath his strength. The girls looked up at you, curious and shy, and you gave them a gentle smile.

“Hello, Mimiko. Hello, Nanako.” you said softly. “It’s very nice to meet you both.”

They glanced at each other, and then Mimiko, the braver of the two, stepped forward. “Are you our father’s friend?” she asked, her voice small but direct. There was something almost protective in the way she looked at you, as if she was gauging whether you were worthy of her father’s trust.

You hesitated, unsure how to answer. A friend? Were you even that anymore? You wanted to say something else in the back of your mind. You were more than friends, you were lovers. You were everything to each other. Yet you couldn’t. Your lips would not move. But before you could find the right words, Suguru chuckled softly, a sound that sent a shiver down your spine.

“We used to be….close. We met each other a long time ago,” he answered for you, his gaze never leaving yours. “But we finally met again today, it would seem.”

Nanako, still holding Mimiko’s hand, tilted her head, her expression thoughtful. “Why did you stop?” she asked innocently.

You felt your breath hitch in your throat, a thousand unspoken answers rising to your lips. How could you explain? How could you sum up all the lost years, the paths that had diverged, the choices that had led you here, to this moment?

Suguru turned to his daughters, his smile soft but tinged with a hint of sadness. “Sometimes life takes us in different directions, my dear.” he said gently. “But it doesn’t mean we stop caring about the people we once knew.”

Mimiko seemed satisfied with this answer, but Nanako continued to watch you, as if trying to see into your soul. You could feel the weight of her gaze, but there was no malice in it, only a child’s unfiltered curiosity.

“I’m sorry…..” you said, addressing Suguru again, though your eyes flicked briefly to the girls. “For all the years we lost. I… I didn’t mean for it to be that way.”

He shook his head, a soft smile touching his lips. “Don’t apologize to me about it.” he replied. “We did what we had to do, back then. But it’s good to see you now, and… to see the life you’ve built.”

You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. “It’s good to see you too, Suguru.” you whispered. “And to your girls too.”

He nodded, his gaze holding yours, and for a moment, the weight of the years seemed to lift, just slightly. You weren’t sure where this would lead, if anywhere at all. But you knew that something had shifted, something had opened between you, a door long closed but never quite locked. And maybe, just maybe, there was room to step through, to find out what lay on the other side.

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YOU DIDN’T HAVE IT IN YOU TO LEAVE THE HOUSE FOR A WHILE. The days had grown longer since the funeral, each one stretching into the next with a quiet emptiness you hadn’t anticipated.

The house, once filled with the familiar rhythms of your husband’s presence, now seemed to echo with a silence that settled deep in your bones. To stave off the hollow ache that threatened to consume you, you kept yourself busy — perhaps too busy.

You tended to your garden with a fervor that bordered on obsession, your hands constantly stained with earth, fingers rooting through the soil as if searching for something buried there, something that might fill the void.

The roses were blooming better than ever, their petals full and lush, as if they knew how much you needed them now. Your days blurred together in the quiet sanctuary of your backyard, kneeling among the flowers until the sun dipped below the horizon.

When you weren’t in the garden, you took your dogs for long, meandering walks. They were your faithful companions, sensing your grief in their quiet, unspoken way. You found solace in their steady presence, in the rhythm of their paws on the pavement, and the way they’d look back at you, as if making sure you were still there, still moving forward.

But your daughter, ever perceptive, noticed the way your days seemed to stretch out like a taut wire, threatening to snap. She was packing for college now, her room in disarray, and you could see the worry creasing her brow every time she glanced your way.

One evening, as you sat together at the kitchen table, your daughter set down the book she’d been pretending to read and looked at you with a seriousness that caught you off guard.

“Mom.... I.... uh…..” she began, her voice soft but firm. “I’ve been thinking… about when I leave.”

You forced a smile, trying to keep your tone light. “Oh, don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine. I’ve got the garden, the dogs… plenty to keep me busy.”

She shook her head, her expression earnest. “That’s just it, though. I don’t want you to be just… keeping busy. I want you to have people around you. Friends. People to talk to.”

You sighed, leaning back in your chair. “I have friends,” you insisted gently, though you knew what she was getting at.

“Not like that,” she countered, shaking her head. “I mean… I want you to have new friends. I know this has been hard on you, losing Dad. And I just… I worry about you being lonely when I’m gone.”

You felt a lump form in your throat, a familiar sensation these days. “I’ll manage,” you murmured, but she wasn’t deterred.

“What about Father Suguru?” she asked, and you blinked, surprised. You hadn’t expected her to bring him up, not after the funeral, not after everything that had been left unspoken between you and the priest who had once been so much more.

“What about him?” you asked cautiously.

“He seems… nice.” she said, hesitating for a moment. “And you used to know him, right? Before Dad, before everything. Why not… reconnect with him? I mean, he invited you to church activities, didn’t he?”

You looked down at your hands, feeling a twinge of something you couldn’t quite name. “I don’t know… It feels strange, after all these years.”

“Maybe…..” she conceded. “But he’s reaching out, and I think it might be good for you. You don’t have to do it alone, you know? And it might help… to have someone around who understands.”

You looked up at her, seeing the concern etched in her young face, the worry that you had tried so hard to keep at bay. She was right, of course — the house was too big and too quiet, and the days too long. And perhaps, she had a point. Perhaps there was something to be said for reaching out, for finding solace in old friendships, even if they had been left behind in another life.

“I’ll think about it.” you finally said, offering her a small smile.

She reached out, taking your hand. “Just try, Mom. For me. I just want you to be happy… to find some peace.”

You nodded, feeling a tightness in your chest that you hadn’t felt in a long time. “I’ll try.” you promised, though the words felt heavier than you expected.

That Sunday, you found yourself standing outside the church, the morning sun casting long shadows on the stone steps. You hesitated, your heart thudding in your chest, but then you saw him — Suguru, standing by the entrance, greeting the parishioners as they arrived. His face brightened when he saw you, and he raised a hand in a small, almost tentative wave.

Taking a deep breath, you walked toward him, feeling the weight of the years between you like a whisper in the air. But as you drew closer, you felt something lift, something small but hopeful, as if maybe — just maybe — there was still room for new beginnings, even now.

Suguru’s smile widened as you approached, a gentle warmth radiating from him that eased some of the tension winding tight in your chest. He was dressed simply, in a way that suited him, with the plain black shirt and collar of his vocation. Yet, there was an ease in his posture, an openness that seemed to welcome you without hesitation.

“Good morning.” he greeted softly, his voice carrying a familiarity that sent a shiver down your spine. “I’m glad to see you here.”

You returned his smile, though it felt a bit shaky on your lips. “I… thought I’d take you up on your invitation.” you replied, your words feeling tentative, almost shy. “My daughter encouraged me to come.”

He nodded, understanding flashing in his eyes. “She’s a wise young woman.” he said, his tone light. “I’m sure she just wants you to have some company, some… support.”

“I think she worries about me.” you admitted, glancing down at your hands. “And she’s right. The house is quiet. Too quiet, sometimes.”

Suguru’s expression softened, and he stepped a little closer, his voice dropping to a more intimate level. “I understand,” he murmured. “More than you know. It’s easy to feel lost in the silence after everything changes. But… you don’t have to go through it alone.”

You felt your heart ache at the kindness in his words, at the understanding he offered so freely. “Thank you.” you whispered. “It’s… been hard. I didn’t think it would be this hard.”

Suguru’s gaze held yours, steady and patient. “Grief has a way of sneaking up on us when we least expect it.” he said softly. “But you’re here now. And that’s something. You’ve taken a step.”

You nodded, swallowing hard. “I suppose I have.”

He gestured toward the entrance of the church, where people were beginning to gather, a soft hum of conversation filling the air. “Would you like to come in?” he asked. “We’re having a small gathering after the service — just some coffee and a chance to chat. I think you might enjoy it.”

You hesitated for a moment, the weight of uncertainty heavy on your shoulders. But there was a sincerity in Suguru’s eyes, a quiet encouragement that made you feel like maybe, just maybe, this wouldn’t be so terrible after all.

“I think I’d like that.” you said finally, your voice is firmer than before. “I could use a bit of company.”

His smile grew, genuine and warm. “Good.” he said, stepping back to let you pass. “I’ll be right by your side if you need anything. And I’m sure there are plenty of people here who would love to meet you.”

As you stepped inside, you were immediately enveloped by the soft glow of the stained glass windows, the warm, golden light casting colorful patterns across the pews. The room was filled with the low murmur of conversation, and you felt a flutter of anxiety in your chest. But Suguru was beside you, his presence steadying, and somehow that made it easier.

He introduced you to a few members of the congregation — older women with kind smiles, younger families with children who clung shyly to their parents’ legs. You exchanged polite pleasantries, feeling a bit like a fish out of water, but everyone was welcoming, their warmth a stark contrast to the cold emptiness that had filled your days.

After the service, as promised, there was coffee and tea in the small parish hall. You found yourself standing beside Suguru as he chatted easily with a group of parishioners, his voice calm and comforting, his laugh a soft rumble that seemed to put everyone at ease. You watched him from the corner of your eye, still marveling at the way he had changed and yet stayed so much the same.

At some point, Mimiko and Nanako found their way to your side, their small hands tugging on the hem of your jacket. “Are you going to be our friend too?” Mimiko asked, her eyes wide with hope.

You smiled down at her, your heart softening at her earnest expression. “I’d like that very much, if you would allow me.” you replied, and she beamed, satisfied with your answer.

Nanako, quieter but just as curious, looked up at you with a small smile. “Papa says you used to be his best friend.” she said matter-of-factly.

Suguru chuckled softly, a hint of a blush coloring his cheeks. “Children are so honest, aren’t they?” he murmured.

You laughed, feeling a lightness you hadn’t felt in months. “Yes.” you agreed, looking at him. “They are.”

Your conversation flowed, you felt the tension in your shoulders begin to ease, the heaviness in your chest lifting, if only just a bit. It wasn’t much, but it was a start. And as you stood there, surrounded by new faces and old memories, you realized that maybe your daughter had been right.

Maybe this was what you needed. Not to forget your grief, but to find a way to live with it, to let it become a part of you without letting it define you. And perhaps, with Suguru beside you, with new connections to explore, you could start to build something new from the ashes of what you had lost.

You caught Suguru’s eye again, and he offered you a small, understanding smile, as if sensing the shift within you. And for the first time in a long time, you felt something like hope.

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TIME WITH SUGURU HEALED YOU. Over the next few weeks, you found yourself spending more and more time at the church. It had started with Sunday services and slowly expanded to weekday gatherings — a book club here, a community dinner there, little things that filled the empty spaces in your days.

Geto Suguru was always there, a quiet, steady presence. He was kind, attentive without being overbearing, and somehow, being around him made things feel just a bit lighter.

Your daughter noticed the change in you when she came home from college for the weekend. She saw the way your smile reached your eyes again, the way you seemed less burdened, and she was pleased.

“I knew you’d find someone to talk to, mom.” she said with a grin, her voice teasing. “Father Suguru is nice, isn’t he?”

You blushed at the mention of his name, feeling a strange mix of guilt and warmth. “He’s… he’s been very kind to me.” you replied. “It’s nice to have someone to talk to, that’s all.”

But deep down, you knew it was more than that. Slowly, gently, you and Suguru had begun to fall into the rhythm of your old friendship, but there was something new simmering beneath the surface, something unspoken that neither of you dared to name.

You felt it in the way his eyes lingered just a little too long when he looked at you, in the way your hand brushed his in passing and lingered a moment too long. There was a magnetic pull between you, a quiet longing that seemed to grow with every passing day.

And yet, there was a line you both knew you could not cross.

Suguru never spoke of it, but you could see the conflict in his eyes, the way he caught himself when he stood too close or when his hand brushed yours in a way that felt almost… intentional.

He would smile, pull back, and busy himself with something else, as if to remind himself of the boundaries he could not breach. You could sense the struggle within him, the way he tried so hard to remain the devoted priest, the man who had chosen a life of service and sacrifice.

It was during a rainy afternoon, after a small charity event at the church, you found yourself in his office, helping him sort through donations. The rain pattered softly against the windows, casting a muted glow over the room.

You were both seated on the floor, sorting through clothes and toys, when your hands brushed again. This time, neither of you pulled away. Geto Suguru’s breath caught in his throat, and you felt your heart race in response. The air between you grew thick, charged with an energy you could no longer ignore.

He looked up at you, his expression conflicted, torn between the desire you both felt and the commitment he had made. “I shouldn’t…” he began softly, his voice barely a whisper.

You swallowed, feeling the weight of his words. “I know,” you replied just as quietly. “I know it’s… complicated.”

Suguru’s eyes searched yours, as if looking for something — some kind of understanding, or perhaps, absolution. “I’ve… I’ve given my life to this.” he murmured, his gaze dropping to the floor. “To the church, to God. I made a vow.”

You nodded, your heart aching at the pain in his voice. “I don’t want to make things harder for you.” you whispered. “I don’t want you to have to choose.”

He shook his head, a bitter smile crossing his lips. “It’s not that simple.” he said, a hint of frustration creeping into his tone. “I… I made that vow because I had to. Because I felt it was the only way I could atone for something. Something I never told you.”

You blinked, confused. “Atone? For what?”

He hesitated, the struggle evident in his eyes. Then, finally, he spoke, his voice trembling with the weight of his confession. “I became a priest because… because I thought it might save you when you got in that accident.” he said, his words barely more than a breath.

You held your breath for a moment. You don’t know how you were going to deal with what he might say to you. What truths may come out. What can you say, what can you say and do after all these years? He'd hidden all that, he'd kept his silence for more than twenty years and you don't know what to do.

“What do you mean to say?”

“I thought if I gave my life to God, he would spare yours.”

You stared at him, stunned, as his words sank in. “Suguru… I don’t understand.”

He looked down, his hands trembling. “Years ago, when we… when we lost touch, I heard about what happened.” he explained, his voice heavy with emotion. “I was told you might not survive. I felt helpless, powerless to do anything. So, I prayed. I prayed with everything I had, and I promised God that if he saved you, I would give my life in return. I would serve him, devote myself to his cause. And you… you recovered.”

Your breath caught in your throat, a whirlwind of emotions crashing over you. “You did that… for me?”

He nodded, his eyes wet with unshed tears. “I did. And I couldn’t break that promise, not when He answered me. I couldn’t… I still can’t. Not like this.”

A lump formed in your throat as you realized the depth of his sacrifice, the weight of the promise he had made. “Suguru, I… I don’t know what to say.” you whispered, feeling a mix of gratitude, sorrow, and something else — something deeper, more complicated.

He reached for your hand then, his touch gentle but firm. “You don’t have to say anything, okay?” he replied softly. “I just… I needed you to know. I need you to understand why I can’t… why can't……..”

You nodded, tears blurring your vision. “I understand.” you said, your voice breaking. “I won’t ask you to break your vow. I just… I just don’t want to lose you again.”

He squeezed your hand, his expression pained but resolute. “You won’t.” he promised. “Not as long as I can help it. But we have to be careful. We have to… to find a way to be friends again, without… without crossing that line.”

You nodded again, swallowing back the tears. “I can do that.” you said quietly. “I can try.”

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YOU COULDN’T HELP UNDERSTAND WHAT TO FEEL.The days after your confession were a blur of forced distance and unspoken words. Every time you passed by his office or saw him in the hallways, there was a tension, a gravity that threatened to pull you back in. But you resisted, reminding yourself of the vow he had made and the reasons why you had to keep your distance.

His promise was not something to take lightly. You knew that, and so did he. There were obligations, personal codes, things he held dear, and breaking them meant more than just a fleeting moment of passion. It meant betrayal — to himself and to the values he had sworn to uphold. You couldn’t be the reason he wavered, no matter how much your heart ached with the memory of that moment in his office.

The memory haunted you. The way his eyes softened when you spoke, how his gaze lingered just a little too long, how his lips parted, ready to say something that never came. It was both a promise and a plea, something unspoken but understood between the two of you. Yet, you knew it couldn’t be.

So you did what you thought was best. You put distance between you, told yourself it was the only way to keep things under control. You busied yourself with anything and everything, trying to ignore the weight in your chest that grew heavier each day. But it wasn’t just you who pulled back.

He, too, kept his distance, his demeanor cool and composed, almost like nothing had ever happened. But there were cracks — moments when his eyes would meet yours across a crowded room, moments when his voice would catch ever so slightly when speaking to you.

In those moments, you wondered if he was feeling the same pull, the same struggle to keep his distance. Was it difficult for him too? Did he regret the way things were left, or was he relieved that you had taken the initiative to step back?

Despite the pain of staying away, you told yourself it was for the best. It was the right thing to do, even though every fiber of your being wanted to run back to him, to let yourself fall into whatever this was between you. But you couldn’t — you wouldn’t be the reason he broke his vow. Because as much as you longed for him, you respected him more.

Still, late at night, when you were alone with your thoughts, you couldn’t help but wonder: What if? What if you hadn’t walked away that day? What if he had been the one to break the distance? The uncertainty gnawed at you, leaving you with a bittersweet longing that neither distance nor time could seem to quiet.

But the distance only seemed to make things worse.

At first, it was easy enough to stay away. You busied yourself with gardening, taking the dogs for longer walks, filling your days with mundane chores and errands. But the quiet nights were harder.

Your thoughts would drift back to Suguru — to the way his eyes softened when he looked at you, the way his voice dropped to a whisper when he spoke your name. You’d catch yourself imagining the brush of his hand against yours, the warmth of his body close to yours, the way he had leaned in just a bit too close, as if he might kiss you if only for a second.

You knew you shouldn’t be thinking about him like that. He was a priest. He had made a choice, a vow, and you respected that. But the more you tried to push those thoughts away, the more they seemed to creep in, filling the quiet spaces of your mind.

Suguru was struggling too. He tried to focus on his duties, on the congregation, on the children who relied on him. He threw himself into his work with a fervor that bordered on obsession, trying to drown out the thoughts of you that seemed to linger no matter how hard he prayed.

But late at night, alone in his quarters, he found himself thinking of you. Of your laugh, your smile, the way you had looked at him in his office, your eyes filled with understanding, with something deeper that had taken root in his chest and refused to let go.

He would close his eyes and imagine what it would feel like to reach for you, to pull you into his arms, to taste your lips, to feel the heat of your skin against his. He hated himself for it, for the desire that surged through him like a tidal wave, threatening to sweep him away from everything he had promised to uphold. He’d kneel by his bed, his forehead pressed against his clasped hands, and pray for strength, for guidance, for something — anything — to take this longing away.

But the longing only grew.

One evening, as you sat on your porch, the sun dipping below the horizon, casting a soft golden glow over the garden, you felt the ache of loneliness settle deep in your bones.

You had spent the day trying to distract yourself, but nothing seemed to help. Every thought circled back to Suguru, to the way he made you feel alive in a way you hadn’t felt in years. You found yourself wondering what he was doing, if he was thinking of you too, if he was struggling as much as you were.

Without really meaning to, you reached for your phone. You typed out a message, then deleted it. Typed another, then deleted that too. You sighed, setting the phone aside, telling yourself to stop, to let it go. But your hand hovered over the screen, and before you knew it, you were calling his number.

The phone rang once, twice, and then his voice came through, soft and uncertain. “Hello?”

Your heart skipped a beat. “Hi.” you said, your voice barely more than a whisper. “I… I hope I’m not bothering you.”

There was a pause, and you could hear the hesitation in his breath. “No.” he replied finally, his voice gentle. “You’re not bothering me.”

You swallowed, your throat suddenly dry. “I just… I wanted to see how you were.” you admitted. “It’s been a while.”

He let out a soft sigh, and you could almost hear the smile in his voice. “It has.” he agreed. “I’ve… missed you.”

You closed your eyes, the words sinking into your skin like a balm. “I’ve missed you too.” you confessed, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. “I’ve been trying to stay away, but… it’s harder than I thought.”

He was quiet for a moment, and you could hear the rustle of fabric, the soft creak of a chair. “I’ve been trying too.” he admitted, his voice strained. “But it’s… it’s not easy.”

There was something in his tone, a rough edge that sent a shiver down your spine. “Suguru…….” you whispered, your heart pounding. “What are we going to do?”

He let out a breath, and you could feel the weight of his struggle, the battle raging within him. “I don’t know....." he replied honestly. “I’ve been praying for guidance, for… for something to help me make sense of this. But every time I close my eyes, all I see is you.”

Your breath hitched at his confession, the honesty of it slicing through you like a knife. “I… I feel the same.” you whispered. “I can’t stop thinking about you. About… about what it would feel like to…”

The words were right there, lingering on the tip of your tongue, but they felt too potent, too dangerous to release. You swallowed hard, your pulse quickening, your heart pounding in your chest as you stood there, teetering on the edge of a confession you weren't ready to make.

You wanted to say it, to let it all out — the weight of your feelings, the yearning that had grown over time, the way you couldn’t stop thinking about him, couldn’t stop feeling for him. But the moment felt too fragile, too charged. One wrong word and the delicate balance you both had maintained for so long would shatter. And so, you trailed off, your voice faltering, the unsaid hanging thick between you.

But he knew. The air in the room seemed to shift, charged with a tension that neither of you could deny. You could hear it in his breathing, the way it hitched, just for a moment, as if he was caught off guard by the depth of what you almost said. His chest rose and fell with a newfound heaviness, each breath more labored than the last, betraying the calm facade he tried to maintain.

He didn’t look at you right away, as if turning to face you would confirm everything — the longing, the hesitation, the unspoken desires that had been building between you both for far too long. But when he finally spoke, his voice trembled, a slight quiver beneath his usual steady tone. It wasn’t much, barely noticeable to anyone else, but to you, it was everything.

It was proof that he understood that he was feeling the same thing you were, even if neither of you could fully articulate it. His words, whatever they were, seemed like an afterthought, just filler to mask the emotions surging beneath the surface. Yet, the tremor in his voice betrayed him, and for a moment, you wondered if he would be the one to break first.

But he didn’t. Instead, you both stood there, suspended in the weight of your silence, the unspoken words pressing against your lips like a dam about to break. You could feel the heat of his presence, the way the space between you seemed to shrink without either of you moving an inch. There was so much you wanted to say, so much you wanted to hear, but neither of you dared cross that invisible line.

Even though nothing was said aloud, the room felt full — full of everything you couldn’t bring yourself to admit, full of everything he had already understood. The weight of it pressed on you, thick and heavy, and you realized that sometimes, words weren’t necessary. Sometimes, the silence, the shared breath, the trembling voice, said everything that needed to be said.

And in that moment, you both knew.

“I know.” he whispered, his voice raw with need. “I’ve thought about it too. More than I should.”

Your heart raced, a flush spreading over your skin as the heat of his words washed over you. “Maybe… maybe we could just see each other.” you suggested tentatively. “Just… just to talk. Nothing more.”

He hesitated, and you could feel the conflict in his silence. But then he spoke, his voice thick with longing. “Just to talk, like back then....” he agreed. “But… if it becomes too much…”

“I’ll leave.” you promised. “I don’t want to make things harder for you. I just… I just need to see you.”

He sighed, a sound of both relief and resignation. “Okay……” he said softly. “Come to the church tomorrow. After the evening service. We can… we can talk.”

You nodded, even though he couldn’t see you, your heart racing with anticipation, with fear, with desire.

“Okay.” you whispered. “Tomorrow.”

When the call ended, you felt a strange mix of emotions — excitement, anxiety, a deep, pulsing need that you couldn’t ignore. You told yourself it would just be a conversation, just a chance to clear the air, to find some semblance of peace in this storm. But deep down, you knew it wouldn’t be that simple. Nothing between you and Geto Suguru had ever been simple.

And as you lay in bed that night, staring at the ceiling, you wondered what tomorrow would bring, and whether you’d have the strength to resist the pull that had only grown stronger with every moment you spent apart.

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YOU DON’T KNOW ABOUT WHAT TO DO. The next evening arrived like a cold weight pressing on your chest. You stood outside the church, your clothes soaked through as the rain beat down relentlessly, its bitter chill sinking into your bones.

Each gust of wind cut through you, but the storm raging around you was nothing compared to the turmoil within. You had rehearsed what you might say over and over, yet as you stood before the old wooden doors, the words felt distant, unreachable.

With a shaky breath, you reached out, your hand trembling as it grasped the iron handle. The door creaked, groaning under the pressure of your push, the sound amplified by the hollow quiet inside.

Stepping across the threshold, you could hear the echo of your footsteps against the stone floor, each step amplifying the pounding of your heart, which beat in sync with the thunder rumbling outside.

The church was nearly empty, its vast interior engulfed in an eerie stillness. The last remnants of the evening service had long since faded, leaving only a few flickering candles scattered around the altar.

Their faint, wavering light sent shadows dancing across the old stone walls, casting strange shapes that seemed to twist and shift with every gust of wind that rattled the windows. The air smelled of damp wood, incense, and something ancient — a scent that seemed to settle deep in your lungs, grounding you in the moment yet unsettling you all the same.

You paused just inside the doorway, wiping the rain from your face, and took in the silence that surrounded you. Despite the stillness, the weight of the space pressed down on you, amplifying your anxiety. You weren’t sure if it was the setting or the reason for your presence that made your chest tighten, but every breath felt like an effort.

The soft hum of the storm outside was barely audible within the stone sanctuary, creating a strange sense of isolation. You found yourself both soothed and unnerved by the contrast — the chaos outside, the fragile calm inside.

And yet, even within this tranquility, there was a tension, a palpable sense of anticipation that settled in your gut. You were here for a reason, but now, standing in the dim light of the church, the reality of it felt heavier than you had imagined.

You walked slowly down the aisle, your footsteps echoing off the vaulted ceiling, each step measured, deliberate, as if delaying the inevitable. The pews were empty, save for a few scattered hymn books and prayer pamphlets left behind.

The rows stretched endlessly before you, and every flicker of the candles seemed to emphasize the emptiness, the vastness of the space, making you feel smaller with each passing second.

As you approached the altar, your breath hitched in your throat. This was the place where vows were made, promises were sealed, and lives were intertwined — for better or for worse. But you weren’t here for such formalities.

No, your visit was shrouded in uncertainty and the kind of unspoken tension that you had no idea how to resolve. The closer you got to the altar, the more the anticipation surged, twisting inside you.

You hesitated, standing just a few feet away from the altar steps. The candles flickered, casting long shadows that stretched toward you like fingers reaching from the past, urging you to move forward. But you remained still, heart pounding, breath shallow. The moment felt suspended, like a string pulled taut, ready to snap.

In the stillness, you wondered what awaited you — what words would be exchanged, what truths would be revealed. The anxiety gnawed at you, and yet, beneath it all, there was a strange undercurrent of hope. Maybe, just maybe, this night would bring clarity, an answer to the questions that had haunted you since the last time you were here.

And so you stood there, fighting the urge to turn back, knowing that what happened next could change everything.

You could hear Suguru’s voice in the distance, speaking quietly with one of the parishioners. You waited near the back, your hands clasped in front of you, trying to steady your breathing. When he finished, he turned and saw you, his expression softening in a way that made your chest ache.

"You're here." he said, walking over to you. His voice was low, and there was a flicker of something in his eyes — relief, maybe, or hesitation.

"I am." you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. "I… I needed to see you."

He nodded, his gaze sweeping over you, lingering for just a moment too long. “Come with me.” he murmured, gesturing toward a small room off to the side. His office, you realized. The room where it all started.

You followed him, your footsteps echoing softly on the stone floor. The air felt thick, heavy with unsaid words, with unspoken need. Once inside, he closed the door, and you both stood there for a moment, staring at each other, unsure where to begin. You could feel your heart pound at each step you took. Your breath hitches as you walk with him, many thoughts racing over and over in your head.

Suguru took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair. "I’m glad you came." he said, breaking the silence. "But I… I don’t know if this is a good idea."

Your chest tightened at his words, a mixture of frustration and longing bubbling to the surface. “I don’t either.” you admitted, “but I don’t know what else to do. I can’t just… ignore this.”

He looked at you, his eyes darkening with an emotion you couldn’t quite place. “Do you think it’s easy for me?” he asked, his voice rising slightly. “Do you think I don’t feel it too? This… this pull?”

You took a step closer, feeling a spark of anger mixed with desire. “Then why are we fighting it, Suguru? Why are we pretending like this isn’t happening?”

He shook his head, his frustration evident. “Because I made a promise, you know that.” he snapped. “Because I dedicated my life to something bigger than myself, and I can’t just… I can’t just throw that away!”

You felt a surge of emotion, a frustration that had been building for weeks. “I’m not asking you to throw anything away!” you shot back, your voice louder than you intended. “But you can’t just… you can’t just pretend you don’t feel anything. That we don’t feel anything!”

His eyes flashed with something you couldn’t quite name — anger, maybe, or desire. “I’ve spent years pretending, trying to bury these feelings,” he said, his voice low and raw. “But every time I see you… every time I hear your voice…”

He stepped closer, his breath hot against your skin, his eyes locked onto yours. “It tears me apart. And I don’t know…..” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ve tried to stay away. God knows I’ve tried. But I… I can’t.”

You could feel the heat radiating off him, the tension between you thick and suffocating. “Then don’t.” you whispered, your voice trembling. “Don’t stay away. Don’t push me away…Please.”

His breath hitched, his hands twitching at his sides as if he was fighting the urge to reach for you. “This is madness.” he murmured, but his voice lacked conviction. “This… this is wrong.”

“Is it?” you challenged, your heart pounding in your chest. “Is it really so wrong to want… to feel…?”

He closed his eyes, a pained expression crossing his face. “I don’t know anymore.” he admitted, his voice barely a whisper. “I don’t know what’s right or wrong when it comes to you.”

Before you could think, before you could stop yourself, you reached out and grabbed his hand, pulling him closer. “Then stop thinking.” you said softly, your voice trembling. “Just… just feel.”

For a moment, he froze, his breath catching in his throat. Then, something inside him seemed to snap. He surged forward, his hands cupping your face, his lips crashing against yours with a force that took your breath away.

The kiss was desperate, hungry, years of longing and frustration pouring out in a single, electrifying moment. You felt his hands tangle in your hair, his body pressing against yours, his breath hot and ragged against your skin. You kissed him back with equal fervor, your fingers gripping his shirt, pulling him closer, needing to feel him, to taste him, to know that this was real.

Your back hit the wall, and he pressed against you, his mouth moving against yours with a ferocity that made your knees weak. You could feel his heart pounding in his chest, could taste the salt of his tears on his lips. You were drowning in him, in the scent of him, in the feel of his body against yours, in the way his hands roamed your back, pulling you closer, deeper into the kiss.

But then, as quickly as it began, he pulled away, gasping for breath, his hands still holding your face, his forehead resting against yours. “We… we can’t.” he panted, his voice broken, torn. “This… this isn’t right.”

You were both breathing hard, your chest heaving with the effort to calm the storm raging inside you. “I know,” you whispered, your voice shaky. “I know it’s not. But… but I need you, Suguru. I need you so much.”

He closed his eyes, his hands trembling against your skin. “I need you too.” he confessed, his voice choking with emotion. “God help me, I need you too.”

And in that moment, as you stood there, pressed against the wall, your breaths mingling in the darkened room, you both knew that something had changed. A line had been crossed, a boundary shattered, and there was no going back.

The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you, tangled together in a moment that was as intoxicating as it was forbidden. And for the first time, you allowed yourself to feel the weight of what was between you, to acknowledge the depth of your desire, the strength of your longing.

Suguru’s lips brushed against yours again, softer this time, more tentative, as if he was afraid to break the fragile moment. “What are we doing?” he whispered against your mouth.

You closed your eyes, feeling his breath warm against your skin. “I don’t know.” you admitted, your voice barely more than a breath. “But I don’t want to stop.”

He swallowed hard, his forehead still pressed against yours, his hands cradling your face as if he were afraid you might disappear. “Neither do I.” he confessed, his voice breaking. “Neither do I.”

His breath was ragged, his hands shaking as they cupped your face once more, his lips finding yours in a kiss that was both desperate and tender, as if he were searching for something he had lost long ago.

The world around you seemed to dissolve into a blur, leaving only the two of you in this sacred, forbidden moment. Tears slipped down your cheeks, and he felt them against his skin, his own eyes closing tight as if he could hold back the storm of emotions threatening to consume him.

He kissed you again, harder this time, a low, shaky sigh escaping him as his hands found their way to your waist, pulling you against him with a strength that bordered on desperation.

“Forgive me.” he murmured against your lips, the words barely audible, his voice thick with emotion. “God, forgive me…”

But even as he spoke, he knew there was no forgiveness for what he was about to do, no absolution in this moment of need and longing. He felt the weight of his vows, the promises he had made, the life he had chosen… and yet, when it came to you, every vow seemed like a distant memory, every promise a faint echo of a past life.

His hands moved to your shoulders, pressing you back against the wall, his lips trailing down your neck, kissing every inch of skin he could reach as if he were worshiping at an altar.

“I’ve sinned so truly and endlessly for all these years.” he whispered, his voice raw, broken. “I’ve sinned, loving you… wanting you… needing you…”

You gasped, your fingers threading through his hair, pulling him closer, needing to feel him, needing to know this was real. His lips moved lower, tracing the line of your collarbone, his breath hot against your skin.

“You’ve always been my god.” he confessed, his voice a breathless prayer. “And I… your most devoted follower…”

He sank to his knees, his hands sliding down your sides, his lips brushing against the fabric of your dress. He looked up at you, his eyes dark with desire, his expression a mixture of longing and torment.

“I can’t stop.” he whispered, his voice barely a breath. “I won’t stop…”

His fingers hooked into the hem of your dress, lifting it slowly, reverently, his lips pressing kisses to the exposed skin of your thighs. You shivered, your breath catching in your throat as he continued, his hands trembling against your skin.

“I’ll sin for you… over and over.” he murmured, his lips brushing against the curve of your hip. “Because I can’t let you go…”

He kissed lower, his mouth trailing down the inside of your thigh, his breath warm against your skin. He paused for a moment, his hands gripping your thighs, his forehead pressing against your belly as if he were fighting some inner battle. And then, with a sigh that seemed to come from the depths of his soul, he kissed you again, his lips finding the center of your desire, soft and demanding all at once.

You moaned, your head falling back against the wall, your hands gripping his shoulders as his tongue flicked against you, tasting you, savoring you like the sweetest sin.

He groaned, the sound vibrating against your skin, his hands tightening their grip on your thighs, pulling you closer as his tongue moved in slow, deliberate circles, each stroke a prayer, each touch a confession.

He kissed you there, over and over, his mouth moving against you with a fervor that was almost holy in its intensity. He could feel your body trembling beneath his hands, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he worshiped you with every ounce of devotion he possessed. His tongue swirled around your clit, teasing, tasting, the heat of his breath mingling with the heat of your skin.

His hands gripped the soft flesh of your thighs, his fingers digging into your skin as he held you steady, his mouth never leaving you, his tongue moving faster, hungrier, seeking to draw out every cry, every moan, every shudder of pleasure. His own breath came in ragged bursts, his heart pounding in his chest, his body trembling with the force of his own desire.

He couldn’t stop — didn’t want to stop. You were his sanctuary, his salvation, and in this moment, he was lost in you, lost in the heat of your skin, the taste of your desire, the sound of your breathless gasps. He moaned against you, the sound filled with need, with longing, with a hunger that bordered on desperation.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, urging him on as he continued, his lips and tongue moving against you with a fervor that was almost frantic. He felt your body tense, heard the soft, breathless moans that escaped your lips, and he knew you were close. Suguru wanted to push you over the edge, wanted to hear you cry out his name, wanted to feel you shatter against his lips.

And so, he continued, his tongue flicking faster, his lips pressing harder, his hands gripping your thighs as if he could anchor himself to you, as if he could hold you here, with him, in this perfect, sinful moment forever.

You cried out, your body arching against the wall, your hands tightening in his hair as you came, a soft, breathless moan escaping your lips. He groaned against you, his tongue never stopping, his lips moving against you with a fervor that was almost holy, almost desperate, as if he were afraid to let you go, afraid to let the moment end.

And in that moment, he knew — he knew he would never be able to stop sinning for you. He would never be able to walk away, to forget the taste of you, the feel of you, the sound of your voice crying out his name. He was yours, body and soul, for better or for worse, for all eternity.

He pulled back, his breath ragged, his lips glistening, his eyes dark and filled with a longing so deep it nearly broke your heart. He looked up at you, his hands still gripping your thighs, his expression a mixture of awe and torment.

His voice was hoarse when he spoke, as if every word took effort to push past the weight of his desire. "I can't... I can't stop this." he confessed, his forehead resting against your stomach, his breath warm against your skin. His hands slid up your sides, pulling you closer as if anchoring himself to you, needing the connection as much as the air in his lungs.

You tangled your fingers in his hair again, your pulse still racing, the aftermath of the moment leaving your body humming with a mix of exhaustion and anticipation. You could feel the tension in him, the battle between what he wanted and what he knew was dangerous, and yet you both understood — there was no turning back. Not now.

Slowly, you tilted his chin up, guiding his gaze back to yours. His eyes, still dark with desire, searched yours, and you could see the fear in them — fear of the depth of this thing between you, fear of how much it already consumed him. But beneath that, there was something more. Something tender, vulnerable, almost fragile.

"I don't want you to stop." you whispered, your voice soft but firm. "I don't want this to end.”

Suguru's eyes softened for a moment, then clouded with guilt. His hands trembled as they cupped your face, his thumbs gently stroking your cheeks. "I'm sorry." he murmured, his voice breaking with regret. "I'm so sorry… I led you to sin. This desire—my desire—it’s wrong, I’ve tainted you. I should have never let it go this far."

You shook your head, heart pounding, and leaned into his touch. "No." you whispered fiercely. "You didn't lead me anywhere I didn't want to go. I chose this. I chose you. If we're sinners, then I'll carry that sin with you. Together."

Without hesitation, you captured his lips in a kiss that was hard, desperate, and messy, like you were trying to devour him, to merge with him completely. And Suguru, filled with equal need, responded with the same raw intensity. His hands roamed your body, hungry, claiming, as if trying to make sure this moment, this choice, could never be undone.

In one swift motion, he lifted you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to the confession box. The small, sacred space that had once held secrets and forgiveness was now your altar of passion. You both fumbled with your clothes, hands frantic, lips still locked in that feverish kiss. When the last piece of fabric fell to the floor, he broke away just long enough to whisper.

"You are my god. I was never meant to devote worship to anyone else."

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and the intensity of his devotion left you breathless. When he finally entered you, filling you completely, your body arched, as if instinctively trying to get closer, deeper, into the space where the boundaries of pleasure and need blurred into something beyond comprehension.

The moan that escaped your lips was loud, unrestrained, ripped from your throat like a prayer answered after too long in the desert. And as if answering your plea, Suguru thrust harder, deeper, his breath ragged, his skin slick with sweat as the storm outside raged in perfect synchrony with the chaos inside you both.

Thunder cracked, the air vibrating with the sound, but neither of you cared. It was the storm that gave you permission to be loud, to scream, to lose yourselves in this forbidden act. The rain pounded against the windows, a constant drumbeat to the rhythm of his body pressing into yours, over and over, until your mind was lost in a haze of pleasure so blinding you couldn’t tell where your body ended and his began.

You came, hard and fast, your body trembling uncontrollably in his arms, but he didn't stop. He couldn't stop. His pace grew more desperate, each thrust pushing deeper, more insistent, like a prayer that had to be spoken aloud, no matter the cost. His worship of you was not gentle; it was fierce, almost frenzied, as if the very act of being inside you was the only way he could breathe.

"Suguru." you gasped, barely able to speak, your voice broken and breathless. But the sound of his name on your lips seemed to spur him on. His hands gripped your hips tighter, pulling you impossibly closer, his movements becoming rougher, more urgent. Every thrust pushed you higher, every stroke making your body shake, your legs trembling as you gave into the pleasure that threatened to overwhelm you.

He was relentless, his need for you all-consuming, driven by something more than mere desire. It was devotion, pure and raw, a longing that had been pent up for far too long. His words from earlier echoed in your mind — You are my god — and you could feel the truth of it now, in every touch, every movement, as he gave himself to you completely.

You whimpered as your body responded to him again, another wave of pleasure building as he moved deeper inside you, filling every part of you until there was nothing left but him. The tension between your bodies, the heat, the raw, primal hunger, grew too much to bear. Your nails dug into his shoulders, your body clinging to him, needing him, wanting him, as he pushed you closer to the edge again.

The storm raged outside, lightning flashing, illuminating the room in brief moments of stark white, and in those flashes, you could see the look on his face — dark, intense, a man consumed by his love for you, by the act of giving himself over entirely, as if nothing else mattered in this world.

And maybe it didn’t.

"Suguru..." you moaned, feeling yourself break once more as your body surrendered to him completely, trembling violently against his as he continued to claim you, over and over, as if this moment would never end.

Suguru’s pace never faltered, his body pressed relentlessly against yours, each thrust deeper than the last. His eyes were half-lidded with a raw, burning need, his hands never loosening their grip on your trembling body.

Even as your voice broke into breathless cries, your hands clutched desperately at him, grounding yourself in the overwhelming sensations that coursed through you. He was utterly lost in you, consumed by the devotion he had promised — his worship of you unending, fervent, and wild.

Your body ached with the pleasure of it, shaking beneath him as he continued even after you had come. He was relentless, his hips driving against yours in a rhythm that sent shivers down your spine, each movement feeding the fire that burned between you. You felt overwhelmed, consumed, your body unable to keep up with the intensity of his desire, but you didn’t want him to stop. Not ever.

“Suguru……” you whimpered again, your voice cracking, barely able to speak as his thrusts grew rougher, more desperate. “Please…”

But whether you were begging for more or for a moment’s reprieve, even you didn’t know. He responded with a low, guttural moan, his forehead pressed against yours, his breath hot and ragged against your lips. His eyes, dark and wild, locked onto yours as he murmured in a voice thick with lust.

“I need you… I need you more than anything. You’re everything.”

Your heart pounded, his words igniting something deep within you as your body gave in completely, surrendering to him as if you were both caught in the grip of something sacred and sinful all at once. He pushed deeper, each thrust taking you to the edge of what your body could handle, the pleasure blending with a delicious ache that left you trembling against him.

The thunder outside roared, masking your moans as his worship grew more fervent, his devotion unrelenting. Your body shook beneath him, every nerve alight as he claimed you over and over. Your hands slid up his back, your nails digging into his skin, marking him as yours as he took you higher, his pace unbroken, his rhythm fierce and untamed.

Lightning flashed again, casting the room in harsh light, illuminating the way his muscles strained as he drove into you, his face twisted in both agony and ecstasy. His voice, hoarse and filled with desperate reverence, reached you between the booming thunder.

“You’re mine… only mine.”

The words broke something in you, your body shaking as the pleasure surged through you once again, your cries swallowed by the storm. You clung to him as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over you, your body collapsing into his as the intensity of it all took you to the brink of delirium.

Suguru wasn’t far behind. His movements grew frantic, his body trembling with the effort of holding back as long as he could. But in the end, he couldn’t resist any longer. With a low, primal groan, he buried himself deep inside you one last time, his release washing over him as he collapsed into you, his entire body shaking with the force of it.

For a moment, neither of you moved, tangled together in a haze of exhaustion and bliss, the sound of the storm outside slowly fading into the background. His breath was heavy against your neck, his lips brushing your skin as he whispered.

“I’m never letting you go.”

And as you lay there, wrapped in each other, you knew the truth of it — this was something neither of you could escape. Not the sin, not the pleasure, not the way you were both hopelessly bound to one another. For better or worse, you were his, and he was yours. Bound in sin, bound in love, bound in something far more powerful than either of you could understand.

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epilogue

The car hummed softly beneath you as you drove, the highway stretching out ahead, quiet and serene in the early morning light. Your daughter sat in the passenger seat, her backpack nestled between her feet, her gaze fixed out the window as the city gave way to the open road leading toward the airport. The silence between you was comfortable, but there was an unspoken tension — the weight of goodbye looming just ahead.

You glanced over at her, your heart swelling with pride and a little bit of that inevitable ache that comes with watching your child leave. She had grown so much, blossomed into a young woman full of ambition and dreams. College was her next chapter, and you were ready to let her go, even if the thought tugged at your heart.

As if sensing your thoughts, she turned to you, her brow furrowed in concern. "Are you gonna be alright, Mom?" Her voice was soft, careful, as if she was more worried about you than her own big journey ahead.

You smiled at her, reaching over to give her hand a reassuring squeeze. "Yes, sweetheart. I'm going to be fine." You paused, your smile growing a little softer. "I have Suguru."

She smiled back, a knowing look in her eyes. She had grown up with Suguru around, seeing the way you two fit together. Over time, she understood the depth of your bond, even if she didn’t know the whole story.

"I’m glad." she said quietly. "He’s good for you."

You nodded, your chest tightening a bit as the airport came into view. "He is. And I’m going to miss you. But you know you can come back anytime, right? This is always your home."

She smiled, though it was tinged with the same bittersweet feeling you carried. "I know, Mom. I’ll come back as soon as I can."

After pulling up to the drop-off zone, you hugged her tightly, savoring the warmth of her embrace. "I’m so proud of you." you whispered, holding her just a little longer than usual.

"I love you, Mom." she murmured back before pulling away, her eyes a little misty. She gave you one last smile before grabbing her bag and disappearing through the airport doors.

For a moment, you sat there, watching the entrance as people hurried by, the world continuing on as always. You felt the pang of her absence already, but you knew that she was ready for this new adventure. And so were you.

With a deep breath, you turned the car around and headed back toward town, a quiet excitement building in your chest. Suguru was waiting for you. As you neared the church, the sight of it stirred something in you. It was the place where so much had started, where your life had taken a turn you could never have predicted.

Suguru had officially left the priesthood some time ago, and now, he was finishing the last bit of paperwork to close that chapter of his life. His decision had been made with a clear heart, for both of you and for the daughters he had taken in, Mimiko and Nanako. The three of them had already moved the rest of their things to a house just outside of town, the place where you would begin your new life together.

As you pulled into the small parking lot of the church, you spotted him standing near the entrance, his dark hair tied back, his expression calm but focused as he signed the last of the documents. He looked up when you parked, his lips curving into a soft smile as you approached.

"All set?" you asked as you reached him, your fingers brushing his in a quiet greeting.

He nodded, setting the paperwork aside. "It’s done. Everything’s in order." His smile widened, that familiar warmth in his gaze. "I’m free."

You exhaled softly, the weight of his words filling the space between you. He had left the priesthood not for the sake of running away from something, but for the chance to fully embrace the life he wanted — the life he wanted with you.

"So," you asked with a playful tilt of your head, "where to next?"

Suguru smiled, reaching out to take your hand in his, his touch grounding and steady, as it had always been. "I want to devote the rest of my life to you," he said simply, his voice gentle yet filled with unwavering certainty.

Your heart swelled at his words, a rush of warmth flooding through you. He had always been devoted, but now it was different. Now, there were no barriers, no walls between you. It was just the two of you, ready to build something beautiful together.

You smiled, stepping closer and resting your head against his chest, his arms wrapping around you in a way that felt like home. "Then let’s go, hm?" you whispered. "Let’s start the rest of our lives."

And as you drove away from the church together, toward the house that would soon become your shared home, the future felt wide open — a new chapter, a new beginning. You had Suguru. You had love. And for the first time, you felt entirely free.

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strawberrymochin · 1 month ago

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𝐀 𝐬𝐢𝐩 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 ☕ ᝰ.ᐟ

satosugu x fem!reader

Synopsis- Satoru once came across a rumour regarding a cafe he visited years ago. Rumour has, it possesses the capability to whisk one back in time— to the past. He never took time travel seriously. After all it was a law of nature, a string left to be untouched even by jujutsu. Yet, now years later, he finds himself fiddling in front of the cafe contemplating whether to get in or not.

Warnings- time travel!au, gojo travels back in time to meet geto one last time and talk to him without regrets, so so so angsty with fluffy fluff that makes one melt, deep conversations, emotional conflict, mentions of death & blood, geto being so soft with gojo, reader being so cold to gojo, cozy vibes, based on ‘before the coffee gets cold’ by toshikazu kawaguchi.

Word count- 4.3k

a/n- omg! i finished writing this in one day. i had this idea ever since i read the series. i really wanted satoru to travel back in time and meet geto. this is a fic i wrote for me. please tell me if this brings a smile on your face. comments and reblogs are highly appreciated. do read the book its amazing and yeah have a good day besties. oh and a yuuta fic is coming soon.

Gojo satoru, always had a big cocky smile plastered to his face. A smile which overshadowed his eyebags, his half healed melancholic wounds and his regrets.

He loved being a jujutsu sorcerer. But often he had not. Especially, when past memories come back overflowing in his mind, drowning him out of the present. Sinking him in the despair of not being able to save someone who was so close to his heart. And he regretted it.

He regretted the words he left unsaid to geto suguru, the one who once claimed to be his best friend.

The one, who's body is lying, trapped in cold webs of death.

Gojo wasn't a person who had enough time to reminisce about the past. He had to take care of missions, exorcising curses, teach his beloved students and save the youth of the young generation to feel less guilty.

Most of the days being hectic which he'd spend with the same cocky smile, grinning from teeth to teeth. And yet amongst his tight schedule which only allows him 3 hours of slumber, he still couldn't get a brink of sleep without having flashed the face of his best friend.

And the familiar feeling of having a lump in the throat, unable to shout out the words he intended to say. He intended to cry out desperately for geto to stop. To not leave him behind.

But no matter how hard he tried he couldn't get one word past his lips. He just simply couldn't. Maybe because he knew geto wouldn't listen. Or maybe he was afraid of rejection. Whatever the reason might be, back then, now it's all excuses.

Years later, the itch of unable to form those words still persists and it grows each day. Thrives in the threshold of the suppressed emotions gojo has buried deep in his heart.

Yet.

And yet.

Here he was, standing infront of the cafe ‘lá láttes’ contemplating whether to get in or not.

He used to frequent this cafe with geto during his first and second years. Before everything went wrong.

Geto always found this one cafe, a bit peculiar with bits of comfort hidden inside. He loved coming to this cafe and always used to order pumpkin spice latte without the maple syrup. Odd indeed gojo thought.

Though he loved the way geto drank up his latte, the way he used to gulp and nod satisfactorily at the taste being not very sweet.

The cafe was situated at the outskirts of Tokyo, back in a narrow alley. It was a basement cafe with only 9 seats to offer. Most of the time it didn't attract any new customers but only a bunch of regulars, among whom geto was one.

The cafe still looked the same from a decade ago. Only a little to no renovations were noticed.

The board which displayed the cafe's name was still covered with the big leaves of a money plant curling itself from the stand.

Clang-dong

The glass door opened as gojo shifted his head to the other direction trying to appear nonchalant. He slowly brought back his vision to the person who came outside to dump the trash. The recognition rang through in his mind as pictures of the owner flashed in his mind. He has grown old, now grey tainting his previous brown hair.

The owner looked at gojo, dusting off his hands, as his eyes narrowed at him.

“Omg, the blue eyed? Aren't you?”

Gojo frozen for a second, mentally cursing himself for gaping at the owner. Smiling nervously, he nodded at the owner, “good afternoon.”

“Haha, good afternoon, you've grown up quite a bit hah!” The owner closed the distance between them before grabbing the door handle and opening it. “Come in. Let me treat ya’.” He said, gesturing to him to come inside.

“Oh no! You don't have to.” Hands vigorously shaking criss cross, not wanting to freeload. The cafe itself has a very few customer base, gojo can't sit right with the idea of freeloading.

“Nah! It's on the house. Come in boy!” the owner dragged him in.

Clang-dong

The doorbell chimed through the staircase as the owner guided him downstairs to the basement. The smell hasn't changed too, musky and rich with the aroma of crushed coffee beans.

As expected the cafe was empty except for two customers, one occupying the seat very last to the third row. His back hunched over several magazines, scribbling information on a small notepad.

While the other one was a lady in white, a big straw hat placed on her table while she read a novel with golden letters printed on the covers —‘The lovers’, barely looking up from the book.

Gojo recognised her as a regular. He'd noticed her often when he tagged along with geto. She wore the same white flowy dress down her knees and always read the same novel.

The owner asked him to sit on the counter and order a drink of his choice, passing him the menu card.

“Pumpkin spice latte,” gojo said without bothering to look at the menu. “Without maple syrup.” His eyes growing foggy as distant memories start clouding his mind. He sighed, before turning to look at the regular seat they used to occupy. The middle one in the first row.

Did geto still used to visit this cafe even after they stopped contacting each other? He couldn't help but wonder.

“Do you know the rumours about this cafe?” Geto said, sipping on his pumpkin spice.

“Rumours?”

“Yes, people say this cafe can whisk one back in time.” Gojo choked on his drink trying to suppress the laugh bubbling in his throat. “Really? You want me to believe in this shit?”

“Naah! But it's interesting, even a jujutsu sorcerer can't interfere with time.” geto’s crescent moons crinkled a bit as he quirked a sassy eyebrow at him. “If you could go back in time, who would you meet?” geto asked raising his eyebrows.

“I simply wouldn't.”

“Huh? Why?”

“Because it's not possible.” Gojo laughed it off, while geto just sulked a little. He firmly believed that interfering with the flow of time isn't possible. It could distort the world and just simply impossible.

He didn't answer geto’s question back then.

He wondered why?

Maybe because he didn't have any reason to go back.

But what about now?

“Here…” the owner passed the pumpkin spice latte to gojo as he muttered thanks to the owner. “So, haven't seen you here for a while…. where's your friend?”

Gojo stopped midway on his sip of latte, he looked at the owner and put the glass back down. “eh…you see…” he couldn't quite find the right words to say. Normally he would have maintained his composure and maybe even winked and said ‘sowwy I killed him.’ with a peace sign included.

However he seemed unable to regain his normal demeanor. The mask he put on for so long was broken. And it shattered into pieces with his vulnerable self showing, bare to the world. He felt ashamed for no reason.

“He…um is dead.” Awkwardly shifting in the round stool, he couldn't meet his gaze with the owner. As if he could see through him and will be disgusted by the truth. The truth he hated for so long— of killing his best friend with his own hands.

Of abandoning the corpse unable to handle the burden, leaving it to rot. Gojo felt disgusted, yet he masked himself with the same cocky smile he was fed up of wearing and went to his students.

Oh how awfully obnoxious he felt.

And how desperately he wanted things to change.

Later that night, he kept on washing his hands for hours. Scrubbing his skin with his nails, scraping the hands tainted in the blood of his beloved.

His hands were clean.

Though the red splatters of blood kept appearing again and again.

“Oh,” the owner gulped, shifting his eyes from gojo to the kitchen.

Gojo opened his mouth once again. He had practiced these words for the past week. He was the strongest. Then why was he getting nervous now? He gulped his own saliva trying to moisten his dried throat.

The pumpkin spice latte was still untouched.

“I wa—” he didn't get to finish his sentence as the owner interrupted him. His old wrinkled eyes now had a dull spark. Dangerous even, saying to be left untarnished but as if compelled to a spell, he spilled the words in gojo's stead. “So, you want to go back in time.”

If you could go back in time, who would you meet?

“Yes,” gojo lets out a shaky breath, wiping his clammy hands on the fabric of his pants. “Yes, I do.”

He sounded desperate, for he'd been wretched in anguishing fraught, so long that now the cry echoed in his ears. He'd seen geto, controlled by kenjaku. His body, being used even after his death— a weapon.

Is this the curse of being a jujutsu sorcerer?

He regretted the very moment. If only he'd said those words back then maybe the present he was living in would be a bit different.

If only he tried a little hard.

If only.

“Why?” the owner asked him with unwavering eyes, piercing through his soul. “What reason do you have to go back?”

“I…there are words I need to convey.” Gojo gulped feeling hot and sweaty even though the basement was well ventilated. The owner narrowed his eyes as if scrutinizing him. “Can I really go back in time? I really need to tell him something.”

The owner stayed quiet. His hands simply wiping the inside of the freshly washed glasses. “Sounds trivial.”

A voice emerges from the kitchen as you handle the owner, a fresh pack of coffee beans yet to be grinded.

“Wha—”

“Y/n! Don't be rude to customers.” The owner said in hushed voice, which was clearly audible as the cafe was almost empty.

You rolled your eyes at gojo and get back in the kitchen.

“I'm sorry for my daughter's behavior.”

“Oh…it's fine.” Gojo stayed quiet a while clearly offended but when the owner said nothing more, he stood up from his seat. That's right it was a rumour after all. Time travel isn't possible, what is he on drugs or something? He felt dumb for believing in something even kids wouldn't trust.

“I'm sorry for taking up your time. I'd like to pay for the drink.”

“eh…you're not going back?”

“To where?”

“To the past.”

“I…I can? It's true.”

The owner smiled wryly before answering, “yes. It's true.”

Gojo felt like a dummy and his head spinning, he didn't wanted to believe in this, yet the slightest chance to meet geto and maybe change the future.

“Though I would like to inform you, one can't change the present.” gojo’s eyes widened as if caught red handed stealing. He didn't get it, if all this was a joke or he was the joke.

“Huh?”

“You can travel back in time. That's upon the customer to decide. If you want, sure you can. But…”

“But?”

“Traveling back in time comes with lots of risk. And there are certain rules. One of them being— you can't change the present.” The owner explained now pouring the fresh coffee beans into the grinder.

“What do you mean? Isn't a change back in the past followed by a change in the future?”

“Well it's for the folks. However, no. You cannot change the present,” the owner waved his palm flat in the air, gesturing him to return to his seat. “You can try but the present will not be altered. A friend, dead will not be alive even if you try to prevent it.”

“So are you still willing to go…even if the present can't be changed?” The owner shifted the grinded beans into the pot, ready to brew a handmade fresh cup of coffee, while waiting for gojo’s reply.

Gojo looked back to the seat they used to occupy in the past. So what if he's still dead? If gojo can somehow share his feelings, or maybe even see his face— see geto, the real geto, the one who has its own soul and not controlled by kenjaku, the one who recognises gojo. It won't be that bad right?

“I still want to go,” gojo was disappointed, but even if seeing geto for one last time was possible he would not miss it. He'd regretted not acting upon his impulse before and he doesn't want to regret it again. Not now, given any benefit of doubts.

“Sure.” The owner nods painfully slow, having gojo rethink if this isn't some vile prank.

“So..?”

“Oh, I'm afraid we'll have to wait for a while. The specific seat is now occupied by…um the lady in white. Y/n can explain the rules to you meanwhile.”

“Why? I can just request her to unoccupy the seat for a while.” Gojo suggested, standing up when the owner halted his actions. “Oh no! I'd suggest you not.”

“Why?”

“You see…the lady is…a ghost.”

“A curse you mean…I can exorcise it.”

“No. A ghost. Not a curse.”

“Are you kidding me? If the thing is just a rumour you could just tell me the truth. There's no need to make excus—” The owners deadpan look caused his words to die midway.

“How long do I've to wait?”

“A little while. She will soon go to the washroom. You can finish your drink till then.”

Gojo had no other option but to comply with the owner's words. He tried using his six eyes but for some reason it didn't work well as if the cafe has its own domain blocking out the powers of other jujutsu.

A while later gojo had ordered two more drinks he finished sipping and the lady was still glued to her seat. ‘what a bummer!’ he thought.

You walked out again from the kitchen this time with a bunch of paper napkins. “Why are you still here?”

“Y/n!” The owner hushed you again, explaining you the entire situation and ushering you to explain the rules to gojo, who was sitting confused.

You hated when people came here to travel back in time. The fact you even hated yourself more than you've to be involved in this.

Rolling your eyes in annoyance, you step infront of the white haired guy. “I expect you know the rules?” You cocked an irritated eyebrow at him.

“Um…no.”

“Ah…I might advise you to run away then. The rules aren't made for someone weak.” You smirk clearing away his empty cups for a wash.

“do you even know who I am? I'm gojo satoru, the strongest sorcerer throughout heaven and earth.” he'd enough of your brat behavior.

“The strongest in your dreams…why are you so desperate to go back then? Do you regret anything you should've done but couldn't since you're a coward?”

“Y/n!,” the owner scolded you, as you rolled your eyes again. “I'm sorry, she's always sensitive when we have customers wanting to travel back in time.” Gojo just nods at the owner. Your bitter words rang through his ears. And worse that you're more or less right.

Do you regret anything you should've done but couldn't since you're a coward?

“I will be stating the rules…better be attentive.” You say taking in a deep breath calming your raging heart.

“you can't change the present no matter how hard you try.

“you must sit in a specific seat for being able to travel back in time.

“you can only meet people who have been in the cafe.

“Once you're back in the past you can not get up from the seat. If you do, you will be forced back to the present.

“Your time starts in the past once I start pouring the coffee in your cup and it lasts till your last sip of the coffee.

“That many?! Isn't it too overboard?” gojo interrupts you, his jaw opened wide hitting the counter. “Overboard or not. You've to follow…”

The creaking noise hits both of your ears drawing attention to the lady in white. She slowly raised from her seat, flipping the book shut and placing it on the table. Emptying the seat, she went outside to the left, where the bathroom was.

Clang-dong

Gojo looked at you.

“Alright go take your seat.”

What's so special about this specific seat? He thought but went anyway. Upon settling in the seat, he realised it’s no different from the ordinary chairs. Pretty much the same, however the temperature of the air surrounding the half of the table was slightly different from the rest of the cafe. It was a bit cold.

Will he now go back to the past?

To geto suguru?

What will he say?

He'd practiced it so many times in his head, in front of the mirror, on his way to this cafe and yet he felt completely blank right now.

He won't be able to change the present or the future, still….

You came over to his seat carrying a silver tray with a kettle of similar silver. There was nothing so special about the cups you placed infront of him too, clearing away the previously used ones of the lady in white.

Gojo’s blank mind had millions of thoughts flooding now. What will he do if he ends up at the wrong time? Will he really travel back time?

“You just need to imagine the time your friend was sure to visit while I pour the coffee.” You say, picking up on his thoughts, brewing the coffee now.

The rich aroma of the coffee filled the entire atmosphere surrounding him. He wasn't really fond of coffee, especially hand brewed ones, he looked for the owner, his old eyes plastered on the glassdoor.

“I will pour your cup now. Just remember to finish the entire cup before the coffee gets cold.”

“what happens if I don't?”

“Then you will be sitting as a ghost in this seat until someone else occupies your position.” Gojo shot his head up to look at you, your eyes had the same deadpan look as the owner. “Just sip it before it gets cold and you will be fine.”

You start pouring the coffee without allowing gojo anymore questions.

He was about to speak, he didn't understand the last rule. What did it mean? But he couldn't get any voice out of his throat.

A thin string of hot steam coming from his coffee gulped him in as if he was the steam himself, flowing up along with it. The three clocks surrounding the walls of the cafe now became big and blurry yet striking clear. Its hands are each revolving in different directions. It's not the time to think about what's happening. He closes his eyes, trying to imagine the day geto would surely make his visit.

Saturday mornings.

Soon gojo’s waving body materialized as he felt his sensations back. His eyes still closed shut. Slowly he opened his eyes. The cafe was pretty much same. Nothing changed. Except it being totally empty. And at the counter a much younger owner.

Did he really travel back in time?

But he was all alone. Geto wasn't in the cafe.

The owner looked at him, and ignored.

“Um…” gojo said, trying to get the owner’s attention.

“Yes…oh the blue eyed. What happened?” He asked concerned, the wrinkles under his eyes looked much softer.

Clang-dong

Gojo looked behind the owner, his breath hitching as his eyes widened.

It was geto suguru.

The owner followed gojo’s eyes and welcomed geto in.

“suguru…” his voice barely a whisper echoed through the entire cafe.

Geto, who finally noticed, freezed a while, his eyebrows knitting together.

“Satoru?” Geto gulped, before awkward tugging his hands back in his pockets, unwillingly walking up to him and sitting down at the seat opposite to him. “The regular…” geto ordered, before turning his head back to gojo.

“Why are you here?” Geto asked directly.

“I…uh I was just passing by.” He lied.

Geto leaned back in his seat, his eyes unreadable.

Gojo sucked in a breath. What is he doing? This isn't why he was here. He wanted to talk. But he couldn't find his words again. He gulped thickly ready to blurt any incoherent talk at him.

Gojo didn't think anymore. He didn't cared about words any more, he just wanted to have one last conversation.

“just why?” Geto hissed, “why did you come back?”

He knew?

“I…ah..”

“Satoru you can't expect me not to know when you're sitting here in this seat.” He blurted frustratingly, bringing his thumb and index to massage his temples.

“I wanted to apologize,” he met his eyes with geto, saying nothing for a while. The owner brought and placed geto’s pumpkin spice in the table, whisking himself away to the kitchen to leave both of them alone.

“Drink.” Geto ordered.

“What?”

“Drink the coffee, you moron!” He let his head fall in his palms, before groaning.

Gojo sipped the bitter coffee a bit, placing the cup back down to the saucer. It was still warm.

“Why are you so infuriated—”

“How can I not satoru? You know you're being mean. Why must you do so? Just sip the entire coffee and go back.”

“No!” he protested, maybe first time being so vulnerable to someone but he didn't care. “No, I want to talk to you!”

“satoru ple—”

“Suguru, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not being with you when I should've been there. Sorry I turned a blind eye to you. Sorry for neglecting you. I told myself I was the strongest…but no I'm not. You asked me if I'm the strongest because I'm satoru gojo or I'm satoru gojo because I'm the strongest…let me answer you,” he took in a deep breath before continuing, “I'm not the strongest suguru. I'm not. I was the strongest— because of you. Because you were with me. Because we were the strongest, suguru. I'm the worst friend ever. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you. I couldn't stop you that day. I wanted to, desperately. I wanted you to stop and not leave me behind alone. I wanted you to think of me suguru. But I couldn't say that.”

The cafe was silent. So was geto. He never expected gojo to burst out like this.

“So…do I die or what?” Geto laughed at gojo’s face twisting into horror. “So I do die.”

“How can you laugh?” Gojo asked him as geto pointed him to sip on the coffee, which he did.

“I'm laughing at how messed up you look without me…did you have a hard time?” gojo doesn't answer him trying to calm himself down.

“Listen bummer, you don't have to feel guilty. I chose this path on my own. And I don't regret it, even if I die. Just take care of your shit.” geto sighed, “though I'm skeptical about the one who unalives me…bet it’d be you—” geto halts mid sentence.

Gojo felt something wet in his face, afraid, he brought his hands up to his face, wiping it only to find his tears. Great, he just cried infront of him.

Geto gulped thickly, “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry,” he bit his lips before continuing. “atleast you could do is curse me a little at the very end.”

Geto’s words made him cry even harder. He didn't try to stop him though.

“satoru, please don't be mean to me, gulp the entire coffee and go back before it gets cold. You wouldn't want me to go into another depressive slump will ya’.” he forwarded his hand hesitatingly, wrapping around gojo’s. He knew the rules of this cafe, and he didn't wanted satoru to stay any longer, considering the bigger threat that looped at gojo’s neck. He didn't wanted the coffee to get cold and gojo to be stuck forever in the time loop becoming the next ghost to haunt the seat.

“Drink it for me, will ya’.” he said in the most sweetest voice gojo will ever hear again and wiping his tears with the other hand he forwarded the cup to gojo.

Unwillingly, gojo gulps the bitter coffee, not caring for the aftertaste, his time would end soon. He grips suguru’s hand even tighter. He didn't tell him about kenjaku or the mistakes he'd made, but at least he didn't regretted anymore.

“Be safe and healthy for me.” Suguru’s words echoed through his ears as he lost his sensations in his body, as if floating upwards. geto's grip on gojo's hand wavered as if he's holding onto air.

He will not regret anymore.

“I love you.” he shouted, uncertain, if his voice would reach to geto or not. But he did shout. And geto smiled. He smiled as sweetly as the ocean smiles to those who willingly drown. He muttered something to gojo which wasn't audible to him. And before he knew he opened his eyes in the present again.

You stood up straight from the counter, sighing in relief, before whisking yourself back to the kitchen.

“I'm glad you came back safe.” said the owner.

“Yes. Yes thankyou.” He didn't knew but his cheeks still had those tear stains the owner chose to ignore.

He didn't get to listen to suguru's last words but he didn't regretted anymore.

“Move.” the lady in white commanded as gojo immediately stood up walking straight to the counter.

“I'd like to pay.”

“Yeah. But the pumpkin spice latte’s on the house.”

“Sure.” Gojo smiled brightly, and for the first time in years he felt it wasn't a mask but a genuine smile. He'd soon catch up with geto.

“ So that will be 2700 yen.”

“Here.”

Clang-dong.

The lady in white sat on her seat and opened the novel again; the one titled The lovers.

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daddy-suguru · 2 years ago

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𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬

anonymous asked a question!

Satoru + jealousy

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ⇝ decided to do all the jjk cast since I can and wanted to do a jealousy thing for all of them at some point anyway

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ❥ suguru, satoru, shoko, sukuna, kento, and toji

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ❥ explicit and fluff, thribbing, edging, praise, collaring, knife kink, hints to pussy eating, dirty talk, monster fucking with sukuna, talk of filling you full of cum and covering you in it, degradation, possessiveness and jealousy, branding, vouyerism, hints to window sex

𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

↝ The only time he is jealous is before he is dating you and only if he has feelings. But aren’t sure about your’s. When it comes to reading, he worries his own emotions might muddle that. What if you only want to sleep around with him, but not be with him? What if someone else comes along that you want to do both with? These questions are running through Suguru’s mind.

↝ Will try and make you slightly slight to see how much you like him. To which he will stop talking to that person right away and be so damn reassuring that he doesn’t want them, he just wanted to get you jealous. And will tease you about wanting him all for yourself.

↝ Once your together that jealousy becomes possessiveness. But only within the bedroom, if you let him would carefully carve his name onto your thigh where only he can see. Otherwise he is happy to only give you a collar and make you whine you’re his. - “Who is fucking the sweet, soft pussy so good? Nng whose cock are you about to cum on sexy mama?”

𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

↝ Only gets jealous within a relationship and if the person could possibly make a good emotional connect with you. Which means anyone you spent too much time with, Satoru could see you being better off with them

↝ Better off in the sense of they have so much more time to give you than he does. And they don’t have a job that stresses you out. In short because he is Satoru Gojo is hard for him to get jealous but for that same reason he also gets jealousy. Since he worries you might get bored waiting around for him all the time.

↝ Pouts a lot and becomes withdrawn, but will still linger around you when he isn’t at work. He won’t bring it up but if you pry enough Satoru will let it slip. Then tries to brush it off. But the next time both of you end up in bed he will be a little shit, edging you till you beg for it and praise him enough. Afterwards he will praise you while making you cum. - “All that sweat cream for me, baby you taste so good. Nan sweet mama you can cum for your handsome Toru again can’t you?

𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐨

↝ Hides her jealousy well, since she doesn’t want to come across as that controlling best friend. But will pick apart interest you have with intense scrutiny the moment they do something wrong.

↝ Once together she will voice her jealousy when other people get to spend more time with you than she does. Since her job also has her fairly busy. Shoko also worries her occasional depressive episodes will push you away one day. So she gets jealous of those who make you laugh a lot as well. Normally talking it out helps her.

↝ Soft sweet slow loving after some words of reassurance sometimes follow. When one slow kiss becomes another, and her hands start drifting. Her cheeks turn pink and she is always more sensitive with the heightened emotions. She loves positions in which your looking you in the eyes and holding her hands while rubbing your pussies together. - “Love how you’re so soft, mama, keep rubbing your puffy pussy with mine, mm going to squirt on your wet pussy.”

𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚

↝ He doesn’t know how jealous he is. Because he isn’t used to giving a fuck enough to want to keep the person around. So before you he never got jealous. But with you, when you are talking about your day he will always ask you questions about anyone you mention having a long conversation with. Since he wants to know if they were trying to flirt with you or not.

↝ If Sukuna believe someone is flirting with you, he will find them one day and strike up a conversation on the street. To them a warning that is equal to how intensely they were flirting with you. You won’t be aware of this at all since it’s not like you need to know. He isn’t jealous at all, just having a lovely little chat and making friends.

↝ Sukuna has a ring with an s on it, he would love to heat it up brand you. He wants to hear you cry and see you squirm, then he will clean it up kiss close to the area and praise you for it. - “Something about seeing you branded is going to make feral mama. So your going to be a good little whore for me and let me fuck my fat cocks into you till I’m finished filling you full of cum and covering you in it.”

𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨

↝ There is only one time you saw him getting jealous and that is when Satoru put his arm around your shoulder. And it let him, Kento and You weren’t talking romantically yet. But it pushed him to pursue you.

↝ After that he rationalizes out his jealousy and trusts you. So you don’t ever see his jealousy and it never becomes a problem. Because he is sure in your feelings for you

↝ If you bring it up that Kento never gets jealous over you. Then he will show you when the two of you are alone. Since even though he rationalizes it out to not cause any problems, those thoughts are still there. - “I want to show them how much your mine, maybe I should fuck you up against the glass so everyone knows.” -This is also how you find out about his light vouyerism kink because Kento likes showing off how much you are his.

𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢

↝ Low self esteem, and occasionally being side piece of married women for some money. Along with being used to getting pushed aside Toji is very distrustful of both you and other’s. To the point where it will cause a small problem at the start of your relationship. While he is so clearly jealous but trying not to act like it.

↝ Full transparency overtime will comfort him. Such as letting him go anywhere with you at a given notice when he shows up from a mission. To texting him randomly when you’re hanging out, to check in with him. And his favorite part is when you straddle his lap, cover him in kisses and tease him for being jealous. After a while it sinks in for Toji, that for whatever reason you’ve decided he is good enough for you.

↝ When he is jealous, Toji gets sexual, he hates how other people stare and sometimes undress you with their eyes. That only for him to do, so when he gets home with you, he’s hands are all over you. He likes pinching your nipples, slapping your pussy, ass and thighs only to soothe them afterwards with soft kisses. - “All of you is mine isn’t it? You love me teasing, bulling and playing with your soft lil mama self, don’t you?”

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pin-k-ink · 1 year ago

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Geto Suguru X Reader

CW: ig it’s smut? ¯\(ツ)/¯ , geto’s dirty thoughts about you, dub-con(?), it’s more of an oc centered fic tho

a/n: this was heavily inspired by a sebastian fic i read a few years ago. also this wasnt upto my level of smutty. should i change it up a little so its more dirty?

The both of you joined Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu High School as childhood friends. To any of the teachers and students, that’s what you two were.

It was frustrating to Geto that despite knowing you for the majority of your life, he still hadn’t worked up the courage to confess his feelings for you.

He didn’t know how to start, afraid that you might not feel the same, bringing an end to your lifelong friendship. But lately he had come to the realization of his dreams - for you to love him as much as he loves you.

He couldn’t help himself as his feelings grew day by day. The mere sight of you making his chest constrict with such alien emotions. Though, he surmised, his feelings had flourished into something that couldn’t be plain ‘fondness’.

No, that would be a severe understatement. Because the only thoughts that cloud and polluted his mind at night were of the unholy and degraded things he could do to you.

You were an obedient girl. Naive and still new to the world of jujutsu. The very thought of him being the one to corrupt your pure mind, body and souls sent shivers through him.

He could imagine, the flush of your porcelain skin, unadulterated and innocent - drawing him in, making him desire you all the more.

How he longed to kiss your plump, pink lips. Letting his tongue lave at their softness, his lips wandering down, peppering kisses on your jaw.

You’d tilt your head back to let him suck on your neck. To let him leave his mark on you. You’d lay still as he kisses you even more, letting his breath ghost over your skin.

He can picture it, your cute little face, blushing and panting, averting your eyes. If only you’d voice your own lust for him, he’d be there for you in a heartbeat.

But you would never speak of such carnal desires. For you are saintly, virginal - an angel who’d never consort in the devil such as himself.

But he couldn’t help it, when he thought of your soft skin, your tender limbs, pressed against him. Your body flush against his own while his fingers work themselves to unburden you of your uniform - the black garment sliding off of your shoulders, leaving your body exposed to his probing eyes.

He could see your cloud soft breasts, your cute pink nipples pebbled under his fingertips. He’d take one into his awaiting mouth, teeth grazing against your sensitive skin, gazing at the way your eyes roll back as he sucks hard at your bud.

He would pull you into his lap, watch as your back arches, pushing yourself into his mouth as your fingers come to tangle in his hair. Your legs trembling, your thighs squeezing together to suppress the heat of your desire.

He’d make sure you forget every other pitiful man who’d come your way, thinking they’d be any good at pleasing someone as angelic as you.

All you had to do was look his way - call his name and he’d be there for you, falling at your feet. You’d throw your head back with wanton delight, your rosebud mouth opening in a cry of ecstasy as he tastes heaven for the first time.

His hands holding your hips in place, buckling you towards him as your delicate hands fist at his hair, pulling and tugging as his tongue continues to work on your core.

He’d feel it - as a tidal wave crashes against your heart, knocking the air out of your lungs as your release builds and -

honey flows down his throat, and he’d lap at you, talking in every single drop of your essence until your quivering in his arms, until your body gives out and collapses onto him.

He’d cradle you against his body, pressing soft kisses against the flushed skin of your neck and shoulder. He’d never felt like this before, at a complete loss for words.

He’d thought about it for days, weeks, even months, finding out ways to pour out his feelings for you.

In the end, all of his practice was in vain. When faced with you, the page long essays he’d recited in front of the mirror was out the window.

But every time he looked at you, the words come out the same - “I love you.”

#geto smut #getou suguru x reader #geto x reader #geto suguru #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu Kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu Kaisen x reader smut #geto x reader smut

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lolokouhm · 1 year ago

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Geto Suguru is usually a good wingman, but when it comes to you, it appears there's an exception.

Geto may not be the honoured one, but he's always had a honour of his own. He knows himself well. He can carry himself with dignity. He rarely gets angry or annoyed, because every negative emotion can be dealt with. Just like that, right?

Wrong.

Apparently, his honour, dignity and sense of self is being put under some sort of a trial that he definitely did not sign up for - or at least has no memory of doing so. Has he come to this party willingly? Yes. Has he been drinking tonight? Yup. Has Gojo told him that you'd be there? He might have, yeah. Well, wait, no. Scratch that. He knew you'd be there even without Satoru's help. Otherwise, well - he probably wouldn't come.

But there he is, a wingman to his best friend, who's - applause, everyone - drunk flirting with you like there's no tomorrow. With you of all people. Gojo's been making you laugh like crazy for the past ten minutes, and there's only one word on Suguru's mind.

Shit.

He should have known. He should have noticed. Satoru Gojo has been his best friend since high school, and they've had their own fair share of girls they've been attracted to - one way or another. Their type was somehow completely different, but apparently this time something went wrong. Maybe the moon, the stars and the whole fucking galaxy got rearranged tonight and that is the reason why Gojo cannot stay away from you - the girl Geto's been pining on for the past few weeks.

He could always choose someone else - there are some pretty girls here, no doubt about that. They even seem nice. But that's the problem. They are nice. You aren't nice.

You are a walking chaos, a catastrophe on a pair of very pretty legs, always loud and incredibly judgy, but smart and witty at the same time. Geto really likes talking to you - it's like you shine even brighter when you open your mouth, which is not something that he's used to. Well, the thought of you opening your mouth for not-so-conversational purposes also crossed his mind a few times, he couldn't deny it, but tried his best not to focus on that aspect.

That's how Suguru finds himself in the kitchen, looking for another beer to pop open and drown his frustrations in, when suddenly a certain someone gets inside as well. The two of you start talking and somehow, suddenly, you confess.

Just like that. Eyes wide open, cheeks blushing, you suddenly start saying things. Things he wouldn't expect you to say, by no means, especially after you seemed so happy talking to his best friend. And normally he'd think a little bit more before acting, but he is irritated, he's drunk and he's awfully in love, so this time he doesn't.

What he does though, is way better than the things he doesn't do. Especially after you take him right to your room. He's the good type. The best. Asking, waiting, taking care of every part of your body, ignoring the urging needs that you've inflicted on him with your bare existence. You're always first. Always taken care of.

He's way too good with his fingers. He's way too good with his tongue. He's way too good, thrusting into you, quiet moans leaving his lips when you shiver and clench around him. Maybe he's a shitty friend, but just tonight.

Just this once.

masterlist ❤️

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shokobuns · 4 months ago

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ch 8. — radar!

ch. 7 — survive the killer! / masterlist

note: mixed media! (wc: about 900 words!!)

synopsis: writing songs about the fling that broke your heart catapults your band into fame. unfortunately, his bedroom won't be the last place you see him

ALTERNATIVELY — you and atsumu learn to get along for the sake of your best friends.

warnings: suggestive

post game photos!

The stadium is crowded and roaring with cheers as you run down the benches towards the orange haired volleyball player on the court. The whole team, donned in black jerseys and sweat, excitedly jump up and down as a group while you and Kenma wait to greet him. You see him spot you, his eyes sparkling as he gives his teammates one last slap on the back before sprinting in your direction. He’s strong, lifting you and Kenma for a few seconds as he hugs the two of you tightly.

“You did amazing, Shoyo!”

“Thank you for coming, guys! I really appreciate all of you being here!”

He’s all smiles and giggles as he rambles to about the most anxiety inducing moments of the game, talking so fast all you can do is nod and congratulate him. Eventually, there’s more and more friends from Karasuno spotting him, waiting to greet and catch up. It almost makes you emotional seeing the boy this hyper and happy returning home to play volleyball.

When you turn, you see Wakatoshi on the bench trying to cool down with a towel hanging over his neck. He waves to you and you walk in his direction, holding your hand out for a high five. “Good job, Toshi! And nice to finally meet you in person!”

Your smile is wide as he grabs your hand and shakes it, “Nice to meet you, too. You were fun to play with!”

“Really? I was nervous the whole time…”

“What was there to be nervous about?”

“I just wanted to make a good impression on you, Tobio, and Kourai!”

“Oh… We went to a Fairy Fish concert a few months back and had a lot of fun. You were really great and we were excited to meet you. I don’t think you would have been able to have a bad impression on us even if you tried.”

Your jaw is wide open as he stands to pat your shoulder. There’s a slight smile on his face while you thank him over and over again. “Can we take a picture together, please?”

He nods, taking your phone and posing like a father on Facebook with you at his side with a wide smile. Your heart is beating fast, ego inflating rapidly when it sinks in that your celebrity crush has been to one of your concerts.

When he goes to greet the rest of your team, you go with him, getting pictures with Tobio and Kourai before greeting the rest of the Jackals. Koutarou engulfs you with open arms, excitedly talking about trying Osamu’s food after the game. Kiyoomi is next, giving you a side hug and thanking you for coming.

The rest of the team is celebrating with Satoru and Suguru in the mix, probably trying to get Satoru a spot as a setter. Somehow, it looks like it’s working and with their heights and builds, they could probably blend in with the rest of the team given a jersey.

In the corner of your eye, you see Atsumu coming back after greeting his brother, heading towards the bench for some water. For a few seconds, you’re just standing at the edge of the court and you could join the group, but you’re still thinking about what to do next. You’ve been nice to everyone these past few months. You’ve been to brunch with Koutarou and Keiji, you’ve gone to a bar with Kiyoomi and Shoyo, Rintarou has joined you and Mika’s Love Island Marathons, and you’ve even been out to eat with Osamu a few times. These were your new friends and given their proximity, they might be your friends for the rest of your life.

Which means that eventually, you’re going to have to let go of whatever happened when you were just a stupid nineteen year old.

Your feet take you towards the blonde’s direction and he seemingly doesn’t notice you at first, wiping the sweat off his neck and forehead with a small towel. It almost annoys you how pretty he looks right now with rosy face and big brown eyes and while you’ve seen his literal twin up close, you don’t feel the same when you’re looking at Atsumu.

When you’re directly in front of him, he finally looks up at you with a surprised expression on his face. You give him a toothy smile, “Good job, Miya! You did great!”

“Thanks! You did, too! Uhm, wait, that came out wrong, uh…”

You try to hold in your laughter, patting his shoulder, “Don’t worry about it!”

“I mean… Thanks… For saving me all those times while we were playing Roblox.”

“Oh! Yeah, of course! You were really fun to play with, to be honest.”

“Gre–”

Atsumu stops mid sentence when he notices a camera flash in your direction. You whip your head, seeing the photographer only six feet in front of you. He scratches his head quickly apologizing and you wave it off.

“This is good publicity, would you mind if you two posed for a photo?”

The blonde looks at you first and you give the photographer a thumbs up as you stand next to Atsumu, putting your hand on his shoulder. He’s sitting down, arm floating around your legs, trying his best not to touch you.

“It’s okay, Miya. You can wrap your arm around me. We don’t wanna look like we hate each other, right?”

He nods quickly, arm wrapping around your thighs, your hand gently placed on his shoulder. You give the camera a polite smile while he gives a grin. Then, the camera finally flashes once again.

fishy facts!

— wakatoshi's favorite fairy fish member is suguru purely because of aura. he seems calm, cool, and collected and he really enjoys suguru's style. every since he's been to a concert, he's always wanted to try eyeliner just like him.

— kourai and shoyo have started interacting a lot more on twitter after the stream and fans are going crazy for it.

— mika and keiji have started hanging out because they're both artists! she likes to draw and paint and since he likes to write, they've gotten the idea of co creating a webtoon for funsies.

— shoko became a huge schweiden adlers fan after the game and now has pictures with the entire team. she was actually kourai's celebrity crush, so those pictures have become prized possessions.

— utahime's favorite out of both the teams is kiyoomi because she thinks his flexible wrists are super cool. after the game, she actually tried to convince him to start playing piano!

tags. @ris-krispie @reignsaway @dailyakira @diorzs @makeshiftproject @lovemesomehwa

#miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader #miya atsumu smau #atsumu miya smau #haikyuu samu

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felixisislost · 1 year ago

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Suguru Geto Oneshot:

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Warnings? - Spoilers of season 2 of JJK (And the manga of that season), the ending gets a little bit spicy~⚠️

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Summary- As a fellow second year and close friend of Gojo and Geto's, you come back home after a mission to find you have a secret visitor...

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A.N: Hiya~

This was based off a dream I had, granted, I can't remeber the whole dream, so I couldn't make it as good as the dream was... However, I tried. Lmao. That, and the rest of the dream was... Anyway, umm, if you have requests for a charater, depending on who it is, or something, i'd be glad to try give you something good. Also if you want, give a scenario with your suggestion if you have one in mind. I am willing to do most types of fanfiction, though I might be a little reluctant to doing angst, but it's still on the table. Also side note, but I dislike how they animated him in the movie TvT But season 2 of Jujutsu Kaisen was such a nice art styleeeee, they really drew him well. Anyway, I appreciate you taking the time to read this, i'll do better next time, and i'm sorry Geto OOC, i've never written him before TvT.

Also, you both arn't togeather in this fanfic, you just have an unspoken love for one another.

Love,

Felixity_

❤️❤️❤️❤️

(～￣▽￣)～

(╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻

P.S: I stopped writing because I got embarressed and doubt anyone would want more of this, lmfao

Oneshot:

(E/C) orbs scrunched up in a mixture of fear and distaste at the sight infront of you.

The blood wasn't what reflected in the mirth of your soul, no, it was the images of how the blood came to stain the stage. Your body wouldn't allow itself to shiver.

As a Jujutsu Sorcerer, you thought you would be prepared for something like this.

You thought you could handle witnessing a sheer, utter carnage.

The way older people talked about their experiences never lived up to the heartless reality.

It... was terrifiying.

There wasn't even words to describe the feeling, witnessing, viewing it all go down, like some kind of sick horror film starring the love of your life.

Bits and pieces of human remains decorated the room, almost as if competeing to see what could be spread out more. Blood, or flesh. The remains danced togeather, the blood giving a innate light in contrast to how it had come to splay out.

Jolting, a hand slid its way onto your shoulder. Giving soft skin a light squeeze, Geto leaned forward, chest pressing against your back as he looked down at you with a smile.

"You doing alright there, (Y/N)?" He asked warmly, looking scarily unbothered by what had gone down. His sleeves drapped over you, almost doubling as a cloak as well as covering him. He felt warm, and his breathing was heavy, yet quick, as if he were... excited.

You only knew what had happened to the laid back sorcerer from tales spun by his partner.

Off on missions of your own, you had been late to hear about the strife caused when everything changed. When he had changed.

Changed.

His whole demeanor, everything about him, it all was so different, yet the still the same.

That made it all the harder to condem him for his actions, because deep down, it was too painful, too hard to see the monster that stood infront of you.

It's like you didn't want to taint the memory of the kind hearted sorcerer.

Human minds were so fickle, overworn with emotion and lies, to the point it felt better to blatently ignore the harsh reality, rather than accept the truth.

The cruel strings of fate pulled us togeather, no matter what treasonous crimes he committed, forcing you to sway and melt at his touch as if he were some imaginary god.

Swallowing the lump forming in your throat, it's like the whole world became dark, silent.

Watery eyes gazed up at Suguru Geto, bottom lip trembling.

Running his fingers through soft (H/C) hair, he offered a soft smile in the hopes of offering what comfort he could. To add to the silence, it only made time slow, all that existed was us.

You still remembered the day you had come back home to find the man infront of you perched upon the window cill of your once locked apartment.

He couldn't resist the temptation of saying good bye to the one person he had truely loved.

This was different, this meant something more to him than just bidding farewell.

Even after his explanation, opening up on his ideals, you still told him you'd come with him.

No.

You didn't agree with his mindset. If anything, it scared you beyond words. But this is what you did for love. You left everything behind, all to stick with him.

The only thing you brought with you were the clothes on your back. That and the desperate hope that one day, perhaps, you could bring him back home.

The real Suguru Geto.

Geto stared back into your eyes with his sleepy looking features almost glowing in this massacre of a hall. The feeling of his fingers winding into your hair almost made you melt in his arms. He was so warm, so very warm and comforting.

For a mass murderer.

"Come on, let's get away from the filth" He whispered softly, delicatly running his fingers down the expanse of your arm, slipping his hand into yours while Hanako and Mimiko skipped ahead of us. His hands were big, and felt rough, a little calloused at the palms. They envelloped your much smaller ones as you walked, his heavily layered clothing brushing against you as you made your way home.

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"(Y/N)," Geto lay on his side, head propped up by an arm. With his free hand, he gestured with a couple fingers, signalling for you to approach. Blinking, you tottered over, sitting down infront of him and crossing your legs. "Sweetheart, I'm glad you came with me."

A light blush spread across you cheeks at his words, sinking in and tugging at your heartstrings.

Sitting up, Geto hunched over, leaning forward and carressing your cheek. Forehead gently coming to rest against your own, your eyes locked uncomfortably, pulse racing.

"Why did you come?" Geto asked, cupping your cheeks as you gazed into eachothers eyes.

"Because..."

You had to think long and hard about the answer, unable to lie or look away from his magnatizing gaze. His long fluffy hair lay over his shoulder, swinging forward and brushing against your colarbone, illicting a shiver.

"......I didn't want to lose you."

He chuckled at the honesty, and yet his sharp eyes saw that it wasn't entirely the whole truth.

"I didn't want to lose you either, even if we don't agree on ideals," Geto looked past the eyes, and he stared your soul in the face, sending tremors through your body as you leaned into his touch. In a way, it pained Geto that you didn't agree. He didn't need to ask you to know that you didn't agree, he could sense it. He always had been gifted in terms of reading people, you in particular. Yet the fact you were still here anyway, and the fact the you knew you wern't strong enough to fight him was almost calming to him.

After all that he had done, you were there.

You.

You alone.

"I love you. You were one thing I didn't want to leave behind, not in a world as cruel and unforgiving as this," The bundled up man continued, carressing your cheek with this thumb, memorising the feeling of the soft plushy skin underneath. He spoke with a warmth, something deep within that made the whole day become lost in your mind as if this very moment, right here, right now, was all that would define him.

Define the man, not the murderer.

Lightly brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, he shifted his head slowely, cheek pressed against cheek as he lightly whispered in your ear, "I'm glad we can see past our differences. I would have hated myself if I had to kill off the one part of myself I need."

Eyes widening at his words, Geto lightly placed feather soft kisses along your neck, being impossibly gentle. Clutching onto the fabric of his sleeves, your head tilted back, exposing your throat to him in both a gesture of love and a sign of submission.

In that very moment, you knew.

You knew there was no changing the passionate man back, there was no bringing him back.

There was only going forward, fate sealed by eachother.

"I love you too" The soft breathy words left your mouth as the soft wet muscle of Geto's tongue ran along your throat, up to your jawline.

The words 'I love you' had never been spoken by eaither party before, only spoken in the eyes of your daily lives involving eachother.

For the time you had known eachother, the secret infactuation had only grown more and more, every moment spent togeather being the next best day of your life.

It was almost funny they had finally been spoken, given the circumstances, yet the line between friends or lovers dissapeared as your lips pressed against one another.

The way his hands had met your waist, pulling you closer, and your arms wound around his neck, hands becoming lost in his hair, it was like this was all meant to happen.

Lips hugging, his surprisingly soft lips parted, tongue slipping out to carress your lips.

Shifting about underneath him, you were gently laid down onto your back, clinging to him as the cool floor made impact with your warm skin.

Cradelling you close, a soft gasp escaped your lips at the feeling of his hands running up your waist. Seizing the oppertunity, he filled the hot wet cavern of your mouth with his tongue.

Lightly moaning against the sensation of sensative flesh meeting flesh, his tongue brushed against yours, tasteing your whole being, rubbing against the slick of your inner cheeks.

#jjk geto #geto suguru #jjk #anime #geto x reader #geto x y/n #geto x you

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shadowycreatormentality · 1 year ago

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Black Air and Black Black Lungs

Chapter 2: Prom Queen

"Maybe I should try harder,

You should lower your expectations"

When she discovered the world of Jujutsu sorcery, Yue was amazed. How else would she react to a world where emotions are used for good but to improve one's abilities? This is her dream job.

This is why she idolises Hideyo so much. Even though they are the same age as her (even a few months younger), they make little to no mistakes in their missions. They also constantly protect her, which is always a nice plus.

"Oh, to be in those arms forever~," She thought to herself before being brought back to reality by a jab at her side. Oh yeah, she was sparring with Miwa.

"Who's the lucky boy, Yu-chan? You were zoning out while blushing for a while?" The swordsman asked with a mischievous look on her face. This only turned Yue's already pink face red.

"I-it's nothing, Miwa-chan."

This only caught the attention of Mai, who is talking to Momo about something related to clothes. "Yu-chan, your face is as pink as your hair. It's no use hiding it now."

"G-guys, it's really not a big deal. It's admiration at most." Yue realized too late that she just gave them more to chew on. The next thing she saw was the three girls getting in her face and asking for details.

"Admiration, huh? Who has my dear junior head over heels for?" Momo continued the teasing with a smug smile on her face.

"F-fine…it's Hideyo."

A long and painful second passed without anyone saying anything.

"HIDEYO?!" Mai exclaimed in shock, "Not that I don't see why you might get into them. It's just that they are the least interested in a relationship. Plus there's whatever they have with Fushiguro-kun. I mean-"

Mai was then elbowed by Momo in a 'hey, stop talking' type of way

"What do you mean by that?"

"Oh, nothing hehe."

"Come on you two, I literally told you my crush~" Yue pouted making the other three giggle

Miwa decided to save Yue some grace and invited them to her room to hang out to Yue's relief.

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Even before Hideyo walks into Gakuganji's office, they already know what they are here for. It is the main thing they reported about.

That presence they sensed in Osaka was similar to the supposedly deceased Suguru Geto.

They never believed the curse user died because they were with Ieri the entire day after recovering from a sprained arm. That day was just Shoko disposing of the corpses of fallen sorcerers and healing wounded ones.

Not a single mention of Suguru Geto was heard that day in the clinic. They would carry that thought to the grave, mainly for Gojo's sake and sanity.

It also doesn't help that the curse user became a taboo topic in Jujutsu society. He was a special-grade Jujutsu sorcerer known for being respectful and kind to everyone he worked with.

To have him leave Jujutsu High will leave a permanent mark on the school's ever-so-perfect reputation.

"Before you say anything, I will keep my silence. It's better for the both of us, anyways." Hideyo clarified as soon as they opened the doors to his office.

"Good to know we are on the same page, Kurosawa-san." The elder said curtly, "I also would like to inform you that your clan head contacted me. He saw that your combat performance has been plateauing and asked me to relay a message to you."

Dread began to wear into Hideyo to the point they felt their heart tightening. They still kept up their signature poker face even though it was exhausting keeping it up for the entire day for everyone.

"He said, 'Our clan is known for our intelligence, wit and power. Your current progress is beneath our standards. Ask them to stop wasting time on trivial matters and focus on what is important, our clan's future. Do reflect on his words. You are dismissed, Hideyo Kurosawa."

With a nod, Hideyo stiffly made their way out of the office. When they finally closed the doors, they placed their soundproof headphones on their head and walked to their room.

They stayed silent while walking back to their room. And when they entered, they locked the doors and closed the curtains. They even double-checked in case they forgot.

As soon as they felt everything was in order, they slumped against the wall. The courteous filter is long gone, only a thousand-yard stare.

"Fuck," Hideyo breathed out as they buried their head in their hands. Everything felt hazy and numb to them like there was a chain wrapped around their neck.

Not knowing what to do, Hideyo picked up their phone to dial him. The only person they could trust with their problems.

“Hello… Megumi, are you free?”

#black air and black black lungs #Spotify #jujutsu kaisen fanfic

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seiwas · 11 months ago

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₊˚⊹｡ tell me the rules— | geto suguru

wc: 652

summary: suguru's confident this is a game he'll never lose.

contains: implied f!reader but no pronouns used, non-curse au, fuckboy!suguru, vague descriptions of sex, use of the word fuck

a/n: for @peachygf, for feeding my fboy!sugu thoughts with your ask!

you are here -> part 2

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

It’s an experiment, a game: smile, wave, reel in the bait.

You’re playing—being played, actually, by none other than Suguru.

Seasons have passed since your first meeting: a collision of chest to shoulder, your textbooks falling to the floor; a man in a leather jacket, hair semi-tied into a bun, crouching low beneath you.

When he stands up to hand over your books, he tilts his head low, expressing his apologies. It’s not at all what you expect his voice to sound like, but it adds a layer of peculiarity. The dark violet of his turtleneck matches his eyes, two obsidian pools that intrigue you despite your instincts alerting you of bad news.

Then he walks away, a little too quickly for your liking—apple and tonka bean with a hint of cedarwood trailing the air he leaves in front of you.

The second time you meet, it's a coincidence.

—though you like to believe that everything happens for a reason.

There are barely any seats available in the cafe you spend your breaks in, an effect of the morning rush from last minute reviews during exam season. You scan the room, eyeing any seat for vacancy.

It’s at the corner of your eye, black leather and a smile you can’t quite get a read on—the man with the top-bun offering the space in front of him almost like he’s had it saved the moment you stepped in.

“We meet again,” he chuckles, a teasing lilt to his tone. His right leg crosses over the other as you sit.

He’s charming, handsome as he fiddles with the rings on his fingers; your cheeks are set ablaze at the heaviness of his gaze. His words flow out a little too smoothly, but you find yourself smiling.

It’s chemistry, an initial attraction.

There are unknown chemicals in his speech, a substance that presents itself deceivingly. You’re having trouble identifying the compounded meanings behind his intentions.

When he lists his contact as ‘suguru’ and tells you he’ll shoot you a text, you wonder—

—is it to keep in touch? or to ask for something more?

An enigma, he is.

One you’re itching to figure out.

And you do—all his physical properties.

His chest is wide and muscled, firm underneath your fingertips; he’s sensitive by his temples and ticklish between his brow bones. Sharp features define the elements of his face, nose pointed when he goes down on you; his tongue is precise in discovering all the ways to make you fall apart.

Suguru is a contradiction to himself, you realize; he is never what meets the eye.

Long fingers grip your thighs; they’re thick, the pads of them rough but they squeeze you gently, soothing you with each coming wave.

(There’s no name to whatever this is, that’s not the game he plays.

You meet and fuck, that’s it.

Everything before that is foreplay—a means to an end; to get you into his bed.

… Right?

Nevermind that he stays the night, that the first time this happened, it took every inch of his control to last a week without sending a reply;

Nevermind that he greets you with your favorite dinner, looking forward to hearing about your day more than the whole point of his visit in the first place;

Nevermind that he tells you there’s no one else and means it, that since talking to you you’ve stayed at the top of his messages, everyone else left on read;

Nevermind that his lips linger over yours a few seconds longer when he looks into your eyes, that he kisses you like he loves you—reels you in with emotion he’s good at faking but now can’t hide.

This is a game Suguru’s played, mastered, from how often he’s come out winning. But with you in the picture, it’s different; he can feel himself slipping.

And for the first time, he thinks, he might be losing.)

thank you notes: @selarina @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat @threadbaresweater for helping me figure out this characterisation of him! + @mididoodles for being just as excited as me abt this! + @mysugu @soumies

comments, tags, and reblogs are greatly appreciated ♡

#suguru x reader #geto x reader #suguru geto x reader #geto suguru x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #suguru x you #suguru x yn #suguru x y/n #geto x you #geto x yn #geto x y/n #suguru geto x you #geto suguru x you #rated #suguru #jjk #shotorus.workbook

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lilacskyly · 11 months ago

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My Life For Yours: Part 2 (Satoru Gojo x Reader Soulmate AU)

(This might not be good my bad boss)

“Yo Suguru!! Who's this with ya?” he came up to you and Geto. He couldn't help from smiling like an idiot the whole time. Seeing you alive… was pure bliss.

“Oh, Satoru? What are you doing here? Thought you were supposed to be in a meeting or something?” Geto asked.

He rubbed the back of his head. “About that… might've skipped it!”

“... you’re an idiot..” Geto sighed before turning to you. “Forgive him, he’s… special to say the least.” You covered your mouth while you laughed, making his heart soar. Geto eyed him, seeming to notice his happiness upon seeing you. “... anyways.. Like I was saying, Y/N–”

“Y/N? Heh, that’s a pretty name..” he muttered, hoping you’d hear. You giggled once more, rolling your eyes at him.

“You’re Gojo, aren’t you?” you asked him. He froze before muttering ‘mhm’. “It’s nice to finally meet you! Suguru talks about you all the time!”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too… Y/N..”

You smiled towards him, that same smile that you gave him when you died. You explained you had to go to a meeting now and waved goodbye to both him and Geto. As soon as you were out of sight, Suguru turned to him. “... Satoru, you were surprisingly nice to her…”

“Oh? Was I? Is that… bad or something?” he joked.

Suguru shook his head, “No, not at all. Just… think you made her day is all.”

He cocked his head, “Huh? Why?”

“Oh nothing. Now head to your meeting before you miss it completely.”

Before he knew, time seemed to skip to another moment within both of your lives.

“Goji!!” you greeted him, running up to him happily. “Guess what!?”

“What is it?” he practically cooed.

“They finally consider me a special grade sorcerer!” you excitedly said.

Time froze for a second, a path unfolded before him. He looked towards the left one first.

“For real? How the hell? No offense Y/N but… you’re really weak…”

Yeah, no. He’s not going down that path again.

The right path was a clear slate, a re-do. Of course he took it.

“That’s amazing Y/N!! I’m so proud of you!” he exclaimed. He could see your eyes shine as he smiled towards you. Gods he missed this. “Have you told Suguru yet? Betcha he’d be just as proud!”

“Oh! I should! C’mon! Let’s go tell him!” you took his hand in yours before sprinting away.

Next scene.

He sat with Suguru. He remembers this, but why does it matter in whether you die or not? “So… Satoru… what do you think of Y/N?”

Another path laid out before him as the scene distanced itself from him. As the scene got further away, he could see you outside the door, listening in on him and Suguru’s conversation.

Left path.

“Man.. I dunno… I just don’t get why she’s here I guess… she can’t fight, she can’t keep up with us… she’s only hurting herself by being here…”

He shivered hearing those words come out of his mouth. He chose the right path again.

“... she’s… honestly amazing. She’s adamant about growing stronger… and I want to be there for her to help her along that path.” Suguru smirked at him, as if asking ‘is that so?’

“You care for her.. Don’t you?” Suguru asked.

“... heh.. Yeah.. I think so.” He looked towards the door where you were standing outside. “I think I really do..”

Next Scene.

Here it was, the pivotal moment. You found out about him going to fight Toji. You were pleading with him to come. Here was his moment to change what happened.

“Gojo please! I.. I want to help you!” you begged.

It pained his heart to deny you, but he knew what would happen if he didn’t. “Y/N… no. I’m sorry but no.. this will be dangerous.. He’s already killed before, I’m not letting him get the possibility to hurt you either.”

“But–!” your eyes were flooded with emotion, desperation. It’s like you knew something he didn’t.

“Look… Y/N.. I..” This is it, he can finally tell you how he truly feels. “.... I love you. I’m not letting you put yourself in danger for me. I.. I don’t want to live in a world without you in it.”

You paused, your expression unreadable. He could see tears swell in your eyes. Shit.. this really doesn’t feel good. Yet, it feels like the world is finally off his shoulders. He looked towards you, smiling the same smile you gave him on that day. “Goodbye Y/N..”

Next Scene.

Fighting with Toji never felt so relieving. He knew Toji’s moves, but refused to dodge them. He’s never felt so free. The time came for him to die. Less than a minute now. He’s won. He’s saved you.

Or at least he thought.

“Gojo! No!”

What.

Did he just hear you shout? But.. no, that can’t be. He changed it, he changed your fate. So why… why are you here!?

You used your technique on him just like last time. You gave that same damned smile. You died. You died. You died you died you died you died.

History repeated itself. He decimated Toji’s body, along with the surrounding area, leaving a crater in its wake. He brought your body back to Jujutsu High, he heard the same damned words from Yaga.

Yet, one thing changed.

Just as he was about to leave, Yaga stopped him.

“... Gojo. I believe this is for you.” Yaga said, handing him a crumbled and bloodied piece of paper. He cocked his head. “It’s from Y/N.” Yaga finished. He opened it instantly, almost tearing the paper as he did.

“Satoru Gojo. I know what you did. I know what happens when I’m not there. You die. You die and don’t come back. I’m sorry. I know I’m selfish but I can’t let you die. The world needs you Satoru, I need you. Stop trying to prevent the inevitable, Toru. I love you.

Your Y/N”

My Life For Yours (Satoru Gojo x Reader Soulmate AU)

This is just the first part, planning on doing a part 2 and maybe 3.

Satoru Gojo didn't believe you two were fated to be soulmates. Hell, he refused to believe it. How could he not? You were one of his fellow students in Jujutsu High, introduced to him by your friend Suguru Geto. You were considered a special grade sorcerer, but how was that when you were so weak? You couldn't fight, you could only support others, taking the blows for them with your cursed technique. With each blow thrown an ally's way, you used your technique to save them. The blow would always get blasted back to the enemy, but why would you harm yourself for that? Why go out of your way to protect someone you barely knew? He just couldn't wrap his head around it.

Maybe that's why he still can't wrap his head around what you did.

You found out he was going to fight Toji. You insisted you come along, he of course refused. You were too weak to help anyways. But you were a persistent one. You somehow convinced him to let you tag along as long as you didn't “get in the way”.

He wishes he didn't say that nor that he let you come along.

You hid while he and Toji were fighting, you didn't even let him know where you were. Maybe you were just waiting for that moment, the moment that was meant to kill him.

Toji would've killed him if not for you using your technique on him in a split second. The blow that was meant for him engulfed you, he swears you died on the spot then. But as you fell down, never to get up again, you smiled at him. Your voice rang through his head then. “Now, win this.” You died that day, Gods he wishes he didn't let you go. But with your death, his cursed energy soared. He easily defeated Toji after that, but he didn't feel satisfied. He kept sending blow after blow to Toji’s corpse till it was reduced to nothing. He went down to recover your body, seeing you still had that stupid smile spread across your face, with tear stains on your cheeks.

He was the one who brought you back to announce your death to Jujutsu High. “So… she finally did it…” Yaga told him. “She finally gave her life to someone else.”

He didn't understand what he meant. It was only later that he found that's why you were considered a special grade. You quite literally gave your power to him, making him stronger than before, giving him your life force. You were now a part of him.

He swears he sees you wherever he goes. You with that stupid fucking smile. He remembers screaming at your image, screaming that it was your fault he feels like this. And what did you do? You just smiled the whole time, albeit a bit sadder now.

He would visit your grave constantly, a grave that simply had your name plastered on it with the word “Oyasumi”. He hated that. He hated how you were reduced to just a piece of stone.

The last time he saw you was when he destroyed it. He couldn't control himself, his anger, his hate, his despair. He destroyed the only thing that was keeping you in this world. When the dust cleared, he saw you standing there, waving goodbye to him before walking away in the midst of the new morning.

“She's not coming back…” he heard someone say from behind him. He almost attacked that person too. They stopped him however, introducing themselves as ‘the prophet’. They gave you a choice. Kill them there and never be able to see you again, or attempt to change the past. Change the past? He remembers thinking. How stupid is this person? After hesitating to attack, the person came forward to him, offering him a bundle of forget-me-nots to him. He thought it was a sick joke. He was the only one to bring those flowers to your now decimated grave. He threw the flowers down, demanding the person explain why they were here.

“Simple, I just can't stand to see someone lose their soulmate.”

His…. Soulmate?

“She was yours, you know. And yet… you treated her like a mere pest. Yet she still gave her life to support you, to make you stronger than ever. Why?”

He was going to kill this person if they continued like that.

“I can give you a chance to re-do it all. To find her again, to make things right. After all, you love her, no?”

And so, here he was. Watching you from afar as you hung out with Suguru before you two were even supposed to meet. Now was his chance to make up for what he did. Now was the chance to give his life to you.

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #jjk fanfic #jjk x reader #fanfic #gojo x reader #soulmate au #I didn't have this or part 1 checked by my friend :_: so apologies if some things dont make sense!

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 7 months ago

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Shivers quivers shakes trembles…. Hello :3 giggles I think this ask will be shorter than my others but… yk how we talked about how sugu would react to u getting cheated on a while ago? I’m curious now and. How do u think satoru would react?? ALSOOO how do you think stsg would react if you told them together……….. i hope u don’t mind that this is a less of a “me telling u my thoughts” and more of a “what r ur thoughts on this” kinda thing :,3 brain juice has not been flowing recently 😞 but ur takes are always amazing so…………….. I know whatever u say will be yummy and I will devour it all >:) — stsg anon 🧁🥧🍰🍨🍩🍪🍧🧇🥞 < all of the treats for yew!!!!!

me when stsg anon appears in my inbox

FIRST OF ALLLLL pls never ever apologize for your asks 🔫 this is a threat 🔫🔫 i love chatting w you no matter how long/short they r!!! and you don’t ever have to feel pressured to come up w your own thoughts either!!!! i love yapping at you!!!!! :3

w that being said ….. i shall yap >:3 HONESTLY THOUGHH i think stsg are very similar when it comes to this concept!!! in the sense that. i think they’ll comfort you first and foremost, then deal w your cheater ex later. i could see satoru being in Actual Disbelief? like?? he almost almost asks if you’re joking. but you’re crying so?? obviously you’re not????? but the idea that anyone would cheat on you genuinely makes him Flabbergasted. he wants to laugh. he doesn’t but he wants to. he hates seeing you sad. he’s almost offended.

it’s just a mess of emotion n lots and LOTS of hate aimed toward your ex 😭😭 he’s like. no fucking way that loser cheated on you???? it’s obvious that he’s rlly pissed but i think he has enough control over his emotions that it sounds like he’s just making jokes to cheer you up. and he IS but he also feels so????? genuinely angry?????? and he doesn’t know how to deal w that. he’s worried abt comforting you too…… i don’t think satoru sees himself as someone who’s good at comforting others At All but he actually kinda is. he’ll hug you tightly and sit down on the couch w you in his lap. and he stays quiet until you’ve calmed down. then he starts a very passionate, hateful rant abt your ex in hopes of making you laugh/calming himself down…… and if he manages to pull a lil smile out of you he just goes 🥺 . you’re his baby. he doesn’t really know how to treat you when you get this fragile but it also makes him feel so complete somehow. this man lives for cheering you up.

ANYWAYYYY satoru will then do the same thing as sugu would <333 which is <33333 to confront your ex. tbh i think suguru is more likely to get violent than he is LMAO but i doubt either of them would (unless your ex said something Awful abt you in front of them in which case… good luck bud)…. he just wants to make it Very Clear that your ex has no business being in your life anymore. he’s very firm and very scary. if your ex tries to start something he will laugh in their face. might also subtly declare himself as your boyfriend…. not explicitly bc. he’s Not your bf. but i think he makes sure your ex understands that he loves you + he’s better than them + they can forget abt crawling back to you once they realize the mistake they’ve made.

and when it comes to stsg together……. i think. the only difference is that one of them will stay to soothe you while the other one instantly goes to confront your ex 😭😭 they’re saving time!!! and let’s be honest, suguru will be the one staying behind. the caretaker of all time. (even tho he really really wants to tell your ex off himself… but that can wait for now). so satoru runs off, suguru makes sure you get the tears out, and then satoru comes back w a bunch of your favorite treats :3 they’re sweetiepies.

i also feel like they’d have a talk together once you’re asleep… likeee maybe you’re all sleeping in the same room bc you’re still very very upset and in need of comfort :((((( and as soon as you start to snooze they talk…… abt you……. and abt how soon they should start hinting to you abt their Own feelings. satoru would want to do so immediately, bc he can’t Stand the idea of you being hung up on your ex while they love you so fervently, but suguru would convince him to be patient. he doesn’t want them to end up rushing you in any way…. but deep down he also wants you to know how loved you are by them. sniffle.

plot twist you’re still wide awake :3 and blushing furiously :33 but that’s another story…..

#hehe can u tell i love this concept very much #my genius lil stsg anon <33 #i always love it when you stop by!!! i hope you’re doing well <3333 i’m eating all the treats n sharing them w you!!#AND AGAIN…. pls never feel pressured to make your asks a certain way!! you can send me asks abt anything!!!!#if i got an ask from you that was just ”i saw a pretty rock today” i would just be like. :3 STSG ANON :33333 YIPPIE :3333333 #so pls dw 🫂#sending you my fluffiest sunniest vibes <33 #ask tag ✩#stsg anon !! ✩

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solaeter · 4 years ago

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can i request any soft casual date headcanons for choso or noritoshi or geto? -akatsukimommy

Soft, Casual Date | Headcanons

Note: tysm for being my first request! .+:｡(ﾉ･ω･)ﾉﾞ I hope I did these justice, headcanons and I don’t get along because I over think and..it’s a process lmao. I also chose to do all three because I can’t pick between them |ω･)و ̑̑༉

Word Count: 1838

Characters: Choso, Noritoshi Kamo and Suguru Geto

Warning[s]: None aside from possible errors I didn’t bother to check for.

Request Status: OPEN

↠ There’d be lots of communication, mostly coming from you as the two of you venture about. From shops, food and to culture, you educate Choso while he just is so lost in you. He’s like a puppy, completely in love and hanging onto every word. From how he looks at you, you’d question if he was actually listening.

↠ A soft casual date with Choso would probably be showing him around Tokyo. This boy will be glued to your side, arms linked together or he’d hold your hand. Regardless, he’s not letting you out of his sight.

“Did I lose you?” You worried you were babbling on too much and Choso shakes his head. He can’t help himself and admire you, how you knew so much and the level of patience you had for him made his chest tighten.

“No, continue please.” So polite he is, taking your hand once again as you smile before going into another explanation that leads into a particularly embarrassing story of a past experience. But Choso doesn’t laugh, he is humored, don’t get him wrong, but he pulls you to his side and offers a small bit of comfort. So precious (´•ω•̥`)

↠ After walking around for what feels like forever, you’d drag Choso to a cute little cafe for a chance to sit down and enjoy a snack or drink.

↠ Choso might feel a little out of his element but having you there is all he needs. So don’t mind him he wears a little frown or looks around curiously. Normal customs are beyond the poor boy though he is quick to catch onto things.

↠ For example, Choso may not like anything in his coffee. So when you look at him with a crinkled nose and a small smile, he’d tilt his head.

“What?”

“Black coffee? I could never.” You stick your tongue in a playfully disgusted manner and if Choso wasn’t in love then, he certainly fell more. You were so cute, innocent and he can’t seem to handle the emotions that swarm him.

↠ Choso.exe has stopped working.

↠ After the pit stop, the little date would end with Choso seeing you home. He had things to attend to so staying wasn’t a choice unfortunately, but he makes sure to give you one hell of a hug. There’s so much love and he will cherish every moment with you, his actions prove this statement.

↠ Especially when he doesn’t let go immediately, keeping you there and mumbling a goodnight in your ear. It’d have your heart hammering in your chest and if he kisses you, or you to him, you’d both probably be flustered messes.

↠ But that’s alright cause neither one of you will forget the feeling and you’d be left at the door to your home, eyes soft and body warm with your phone in hand to plan the next time you get to see Choso.

↠ A soft casual date with Noritoshi would probably be an evening stroll through the park or sitting at home and enjoying one another's company. It’s not about what goes on, but rather the experience, atmosphere and feelings during that moment. Noritoshi is sentimental and it plays into a lot of things that he does. Especially when it comes to you.

↠ If you went for a walk with Noritoshi, just like with Choso, he’s keep you close. Except it might be a hand on the small of your back or loosely holding your hand. The contact is reassuring to him, it lets him know you’re okay even if there’s no danger in sight.

↠ He also holds these little dates close to his heart considering he’s busy most of the time with sorcerer work and clan duties. So one the off days where he can see you, happiness and a sense of much needed calmness will radiate around him. And it’s obvious to you.

“You seem happy.” You point out while the two of you stand on a bridge overlooking a quiet stream illuminated by the setting sun. One might say the view is right out of a photo and you’d agree. Noritoshi laughs beside you, sounding so free from whatever shackles held him daily.

“Any time with you brings me much joy. It’s a breath of fresh air. Perhaps even an escape from reality.” He’d say so casually despite the sentence being cheesy as hell. You bite your lip and smile, ignoring the light blush dusting your cheeks. Smooth fucker, how dare he ୧(๑•̀ᗝ•́)૭

Instead of responding because you were lost for words like a fool, you’d hug Noritoshi’s side and enjoy the peaceful view. The contact was all the response he needed, he thrived off of it.

↠ Noritoshi isn’t opposed to taking you to his home, but he enjoys spending time at yours for a change of scenery. His obligations and duties don’t follow him once inside your humble little abode.

↠ A date can be anything, or so you’ve reassured many times because let’s be honest, Noritoshi doesn’t have the slightest idea on dating. So when you offered to sit at home and ‘chill’, he was completely thrown left field the first time. Now it’s one of his favorite things.

↠ Noritoshi will melt if you let him lay his head on your lap so you can play with his hair. There’s something so, so relaxing about it that he just falls apart over a simple act of affection. Plus you love seeing his content face while you absentmindedly watch tv and chat quietly about the day's events. The domestic atmosphere has your head spinning and mind jumping to thoughts of marriage. You’d bat the thoughts away but you can’t and when you frown, Noritoshi is quick to notice.

“You okay?” His soothing voice brings you out of your short lived fantasy and you look down at him, noticing the concern despite his eyes never opening. You nod quickly, flashing a reassuring smile.

“Of course! I was just thinking, nothing bad.” You wouldn’t dare admit to thinking about the future that isn’t even certain. Instead of pressing further, Noritoshi brings a hand up to rest along your cheek. His touch was warm and welcoming and you can’t help but nuzzle into the palm of his hand.

↠ Lovesick fools you both are.

↠ Noritoshi is attached to you and he knew he was in deep after the first date. Now every moment with you is engraved in his memory, his heart. No matter how simple or quiet or rambunctious, he doesn’t forget. He also makes mental notes to take you out somewhere nice the next time he gets free time. Until then, he relishes in the comfort you bring and the freedom he feels while spending time at your home.

↠ All in all, relaxing at home playing with Noritoshi’s hair after taking a nice walk sure beats going to the movies or staying out into the late hours of the night. You cherish the softness of his face as he lays on you and the way he lets himself be loose around you in private. Nothing can beat the little things.

↠ A soft casual date with Geto would be getting him out of trouble probably going out to some unhealthy restaurant and eating your weight in a buffet. Why? Geto can eat and will definitely drag you along. Will also make comments like:

“You need to gain some weight [Name], don’t fear the food.” He’s tryna be nice, honestly especially if you are shy or being conservative. But you may or may not take offense to that. So just punch him to shut him up (๑و•̀ω•́)و.

↠ Will talk about anyone and anything. Geto definitely gossip to you about other people that pass by, making up random blurbs that are far fetched or downright dumb. He likes to keep the mood light and fun especially if he just came back from a mission and needed a change of pace.

↠ Geto is polite in every sense of the way despite his little comments here and there. He holds doors open for you, keeps your hand locked in his and will often bring it up to kiss your knuckles just to wooo you. Only because he knows it works. Every time.

↠ After dinner, Geto would take you to the top of some building to look at the sky. Why? It’s romantic in his opinion and secondly it’s nice to get away from the crowds and admire the sea of stars while in the presence of the one who so graciously tolerates him.

“You know,” He’d break the silence and look over at you, catching your attention, “I appreciate you for keeping me grounded.” Geto spoke from his heart, referring to the mixed feelings and lingering doubt that covered his heart. The only light that remained was the space you occupied. You blink and sit up on your elbow.

“Where’s this coming from?”

“I don’t know, I just wanted to say it.” He shrugs, flashing you a half smile before pulling you on him for a hug. The two of you would remain like this until lord knows when. Geto wanted to stay like this for as long as possible because soon he wouldn’t have you anymore.

↠ Which brings us to the new Geto, the monkey hater. If you managed to stay with him through all the shit he did, good on you for being a certified simp! And if you were a non-sorcerer, you are the only ‘monkey’ he tolerates because he loves you so. This bastard will kill anyone for you, even if you’re out on a cute, casual date.

↠ Which would include him taking you out somewhere very nice, like way out of your normal budget. The man loves to impress, always has and always will.

“Isn’t this a bit..much?” You question, looking at the array of silverware neatly arranged before you. Geto leans forward, his elbow on the table and chin now resting in the palm of his hand. He wore a sly smile, one that was far too relaxed for a cold hearted killer.

“Not at all.” He reaches with his other hand and takes yours, brushing his thumb across your knuckles. You melt of course, he always managed to take you down, so effortlessly. “You deserve the best.”

“Even if I’m a monkey?” You raise an eyebrow. No one said you agreed with his ideals, but love kept you by his side. Geto laughs, clearly humored.

“What can I say? I’m a hypocrite out of love.”

(╯°□°）╯︵ (\ . 0 .)\

↠ As to where you go afterwards, that depends on you cause Geto will take you anywhere. Even though he’s different now, his opinion toward you and how he holds the relationship never changed. If anything, he loves you even more for looking past the monster he became and showing him the love he was scared to lose.

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Portrait of a Monk - Chapter IX

Chapter 9/?

Wordcount 3,9k

Title The Girls

Fandom Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing Geto Suguru X reader

Previous chapters

1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5 . 6 . 7 . 8

Symbols ⭕ . ➕ . 🖤

Warning (s): Mentions of emotional issues and seasonal depression

Tagging @darling-imobsessed @wasurenagusaa

(if you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just send an ask or a message, or leave a comment on this chapter 😉)

A.N.: Despite being simple if compared to the previous ones, I found this chapter hard to write (Idk why), but I tried to make the girls' introduction as good as possible. When I had the idea of giving reader two female friends, my first thought was that they should be Nanako and Mimiko, however I needed her friends to be adult just like her, and that was when I decided to create new characters. To me, they remind me of Uzui's wives from Kimetsu no Yaiba and to a certain point I wrote them having these girls in mind, but you can imagine them whatever the way you like.

Hope you enjoy this chapter and thank you for reading this story despite the slow updates 🥺

Though your immediate response to your master’s proposal indicated a favorable disposition, you asked him for one day to think of it, after which you would come to him with a definitive, well based answer.

- It is true that saying yes to you right now wold bring me immeasurable joy, my Lord – you justified your request – But at the same time I cannot ignore what doing it would mean. As far as I know, I was never married before. Everything wold be new to me, and also a great responsibility. It cannot be taken lightly, no matter how much love is involved.

At first, Geto looked at you a bit perplexed, but this feeling was soon replaced with that sort of pride he used to display whenever he wanted to his approval. With a delicate gesture of his hands, he surrounded your face and gave you a long kiss on your forehead.

- My y/n-chan, so calm, balanced in your deliberations – he complimented – Sometimes I wish I was as mature as you.

You laughed, and he gave you more kisses on your temples and cheeks.

- Do not mock me like this, sweetie – he asked between one kiss and another – I am serious. And because of this, I am going to concede you this day you ask for.

You murmured a sweet “thank you, my Lord”, but weren’t dismissed yet. Your master had a word or two for you, and by the solemnity in his trait it was better to pay them all the possible attention.

- Speaking of seriousness, during this day, I’d also like you to consider something else – he moved one hand away from your face, but kept the other to trace his finger through your chin – Something that might affect our common life even more than one’s inexperience in these matters.

Your laughter was replaced by a preoccupied focus.

- What are you talking about, Geto-sama? What could be so serious?

- I am talking about the circumstances under which we will be living in the next months, during the rest of Autumn and Winter – he explained – It has direct connections to the fact that I proposed to you now, instead of leaving it to the future.

You were still confused.

- And what must we expect in the next months?

Instead of questioning if your masters at your old home haven’t told you anything about it, Geto started describing the expected events in the most direct manner:

- During this time of the year, people’s emotions are shaken due to the low temperatures and less exposition to natural light. As a result, a prolonged, melancholic mood dominates the residential and public spaces, favoring the birth of an impressive number of cursed spirits, from the lowest leveled to the most dangerous ones. It has been a problem for which we still do not have a definitive solution, unfortunately. But we do our best to treat it. Of course, the common people, who are not conscious of the process in which cursed energy is produced, are mostly oblivious to this, but this is the exact reason why they experience the effects of it in a way that we with knowledge would never do.

You thought of this for a moment. What you’ve heard and read about seasonal depression and related subjects was more worrying than you first supposed, then.

- In other words, they don’t know why they are in distress – you commented – And this makes things worse for them?

- You can put things this way – Geto agreed – And since our family is responsible for places where these issues are treated, many of the common people come to us, seeking for help – and putting his hands upon your shoulders – This is what I want you to understand, my dear: when these things start happening, everyone in our temples, specially this one where we live in, will be very busy. And you are included in this.

So, unlike in your old home, where you were concentrated in studying and training, here you would apply everything you’ve learned. You thought you were finally understanding where he intended to go with this conversation.

- Yes, that makes sense. But am I going to stay here all the time, or am I going to be sent outside the temple to work with you, my Lord?

- For now, I could say both, so that you have to be ready. But when Winter reaches its apex, our activities will be limited to our own house. This is another reason why I am bringing Nanae and Makoto to our house, you see: since you will be by my side for even longer periods, they must become able to take care of things while you are away. Their diligence and reliability must be equal to yours, and you must learn to trust them as sisters.

You smiled at that: listening to Geto-sama as he spoke about the girls always made your heart warm, even though you haven’t met them yet. The simple idea of having young, female company was enough to put you in a good mood; the perspective of having them with you in the next days was something to cheer up to.

And you told that to your master.

- You know, Geto-sama, I love to think that I’ll be making them my family – he still had his hand on your chin; you held it and brought to your cheek – Just as you made me yours…

- It is so good to see your happiness, my y/n-chan – was his response – I am eager to see it grow even more.

With one last, sweet kiss on your forehead, he let you go.

Now, you had many things to consider besides your own happiness, most of them directly connected to it to the point they could improved it or interfere in it. You didn’t know much about such role, but you were sure that being a wife – more than this, being Geto-sama’s wife – was a responsibility that only a few could successfully bear. You had reasons to be worried. Fortunately for you, you wouldn’t be alone for much longer in the house’s new routine, and your master promised to give you detailed instructions as those busy days approached.

***

The next great event after the proposal was, of course, the arrival of the new children, which kept each resident excited and occupied in their own functions: the preparations of new rooms, furniture, bed clothing, more ingredients for extra meals and all the practical side of things in order to give them the reception they deserved.

It wasn’t different with you, except that it was going to mark the end of a period with long work and almost no social activity and the beginning of what you could call a proper life with a family.

When Nanae and Makoto arrived at their new house, your master soon came to share the news with you. You were at the room next to yours, the one chosen to be occupied by them, organizing the last details: you asked to personally take care of everything concerning their necessities, a request that was easily accepted by Geto.

When he appeared at the door, his eyes passed over it and approved your work.

- You did an excellent job here, my dear – he commented – The girls will feel at will sooner than they expect, this I am sure.

- Thank you, my Lord – you replied after arranging some ornaments over a nightstand – It’s been a while since I dedicate myself this kind of work for an entire day. I’ve been missing it.

You never found out what he was going to say in response, for he remained quiet when a silhouette appeared and stood before by him, startling you both, and the cheerful face of a girl showed up beside the door, a healthy face surrounded by blond curls that would fall to the side as she kept her head inclined, with two vivid, green globes as eyes and some freckles over her nose, contrasting with her reddish, big lips, half opened, all of this followed by a pair of hands that held the wood frame as she observed the room’s interior in wonder.

These were her first words:

- All of this just for us?! Heavens, I’m so happy! – she suddenly turned to your master – You are always full of surprises, Geto-sama! Thank you so much…

Your first thought was that she was going to cry and hug him with all her strength. And indeed the girl’s disposition to do such thing was clear even to Geto, but she was interrupted right in time by a second person who pushed her away by her shoulders and bowed to him in an embarrassed apology. From your spot, you noticed the person was a girl with black hair, tied up by a hairpin not so different from the one you were always wearing even after gaining a new one in the proposal’s day.

- I am sorry for this inconvenience, my Lord – she was saying, ignoring the cries of protest from the first girl – It is true that we are both excited to finally be here, but there are better ways to show it, and my cousin knows that.

Geto giggled and told her to not think too much about it, then invited both girls to enter, making his way into the room right after them.

- Girls, let me introduce you to your new friend – he put a hand on each one’s shoulders – Y/n s/n, my fiancee, disciple and personal assistant. She has been with me for months now, and understands the house’s routine and rules as no other. She will guide you in your tasks, and you can trust her with everything you might need.

When the two girls looked at you for the first time, their eyes widened, excitement clear in each spot of their pretty faces.

- Y/n-chan, this is Makoto-san – Geto indicated the girl with dark hair; then, turning to the blond one – And this is Nanae-san.

The girls nodded and spoke at the same time:

- It is an honor to finally meet you, y/n-san!

You smiled at their manners, as excited as themselves.

- The honor is all mine, girls! – you nodded in response; then, indicating your surroundings – I was eager to meet you, so I did my best to prepare your room. I hope you can make yourselves comfortable here.

This time, their reactions were diverse: while Makoto showed her best manners replying that this would surely happen and that they would both do their best to keep things as organized as you made them now, Nanae went to the closest bed, on her right side, and threw herself upon it.

- Making ourselves comfortable? You don’t even need to ask, y/n-san!

Makoto, with her face as red as can be and her delicate, lilac eyes widened, was about to scold her cousin when she heard you laughing.

- Okay, Nanae-san, if you’re saying so!

You saw your master stepping back to the room’s entry, a satisfied smile on his lips. The girls turned to him when he spoke.

- I knew you were going to get along fast, my children! Seeing you together is indeed a wonderful scene – he crossed the door and waved from there – Now, if you excuse me, I need to take care of my own matters. I will see you later.

You three said goodbye to him with a nod.

The room’s door was then closed and you started an excited conversation that lasted for an entire hour, only interrupted by the boy who came to bring the girls’ things and another one who came to announce the next meal. You heard your new friends talking about the temples where they used to live before being brought to Geto’s house, the routine in them, their first encounter with him and their travel to their new home with a curiosity that would grow at each minute.

You soon found out their innate techniques were as interesting as you first supposed. Makoto was a master of shikigami in the form of insects and butterflies she would use to examine territories and find missing things, as well as to trace preys; they were also used to collect and share information. Nanae, on the other hand, used her cursed energy to move objects of any size, and sometimes to levitate herself, a very useful and unpredictable tool for direct combat. Both abilities were excellent, especially for assistants. It was just as you were told: their presence would be a comfort and a great help.

The girls, used to deal with older people since they came to live in their old temple (a situation not so different from your own), were clearly content for having the company of someone as young as themselves, able to talk to them on the same level of understanding and familiarity, even though you were introduced as their senpai. They were particularly interested in your story and how you became their master’s most trusted person.

You told them about how you were saved by a stranger on a stormy night, at one of his temples’ entry. You explained that, despite having known his name and respected it for a long time in your old home, your first encounter with him was by accident. After some talking, you found out that your savior and Geto-sama were the same person, and showed your gratitude in a proper way. Geto, in exchange for this, chose you to be his personal assistant, for the position was vacant since he sent his previous one away. You immediately accepted the invitation and moved to his house on the same day.

- And since we have been together for long periods everyday, it was only natural that love would find a place to grow – you giggled – I mean, I didn’t take too long to fall in love, but I wasn’t expecting that he would fall too, and so soon. The day he confessed to me was the happiest of my life, only being replaced by the one when he proposed to me.

Nanae commented that she has always been sure that her master had some romanticism in him, but hearing you tell a whole story where this trait played a main role was better than anything that she could suppose. Makoto, on the other hand, had a more practical view of the things.

- To me, it is not a surprise that your innate technique has caught his attention, y/n-san – she was saying as she took her clothes off a suitcase and organized them on the wardrobe’s drawers – Being able to alter or erase people’s memories is something unique, and Geto-sama appreciates things like this. Of course he would recognize your talents once he became familiar with them.

- Not only unique, but dangerous as well – you replied with hesitation.

Both girls stared at you in confusion.

- What do you mean, dangerous? – Makoto questioned.

- I found out, too late, that my technique works in myself – you revealed – It already caused me many problems, and I don’t want this list to get any longer. So now I take extra care to not use it by accident.

Nanae was sitting by your side on the bed, with her legs crossed upon it in the lotus position. She sighed at your last observations.

- That Geto-sama likes things that are unique and dangerous is just as unsurprising, if we’re being honest here – she shrugged – He’s an important person, so he needs to be surrounded by people who are able to do dangerous things to protect him.

You swallowed. You were going to take long a path until you got used to the girl’s honesty, you knew, but that was an interesting point, which you never realized until now, perhaps because you always supposed that your master was able to defend himself – his technique consisted in taking curses under his control, after all, and what could be more dangerous than this? But your own ability was more subtle, not fitting for direct conflicts. Well, sometimes the kind of protection one would need had nothing to do with fighting, right?

- Maybe you’re right, Nanae-san – you replied after a moment – Now that I think of this, his decision towards me make sense, especially with the coldest seasons approaching and our quantity of work about to increase.

Makoto seemed interested.

- Are you talking about the darkest seasons, y/n-san?

You confirmed and told them about the growth in the number of curses during that time of the year and how you were going to be occupied, according to what your master told you.

Nanae whistled by your side.

- Working on the treatment of common people who are cursed? Sounds stressful.

You looked at her waiting for an explanation, but it came from Makoto.

- The masters in our old temple used to deal with this too – she folded a dress that got messed inside the suitcase and put it on the drawer while she spoke – They always worked in teams that would alternate between working hours and rest. The apprentices could watch the process but they weren’t allowed to participate, and no one had permission to do overtime, no matter how many people in need would appear at our door.

- Because exorcising curses and dealing with the emotional charge resulting from them is a very tiring job, to say the least – Nanae continued, giving you the explanation you didn’t have the courage to ask for – It drains one’s energy like no other task. It’s usually a bit easier during Summer and Spring, but Autumn and Winter are… complicated.

You spent some seconds in silence, looking at nowhere, then folded your knees and passed your arms around them. Suddenly the conversation you had with Geto about the next months came back to you, this time leaving a strange sensation in your stomach.

- ...I see.

Your uneasiness didn’t go unnoticed by the girls. Nanae was no longer joking.

- What’s wrong, y/n-san?

You took a deep breath.

- Nothing. I was just thinking… – and before you started a monologue about your preoccupations, you shook the bad feelings and smiled at the girls – Since this is the first time I will have to deal with this, I was scared. But this fear diminished when I was informed of your arrival. I am so grateful for having you with me...

Nanae came closer to you and threw her arms around your shoulders; Makoto left her suitcase aside and came to hug you too.

- And we are grateful for coming – she replied.

- Very grateful – Nanae completed.

***

The evening came fast that time, or so you thought while you knelt before the wood table in the middle of the room, your hands occupied with the preparation of Geto’s favorite tea. It was always like this when you had too much work to do, and now that you had the addition of your new friends’ lovely company the process seemed even deeper: you saw the autumnal sun fading on the horizon and didn’t do half of the things you’ve planned. In the end you were tired, but content.

It was in this mood that you poured the hot water on the selected mixture of herbs, their relaxing smell spreading around and attracting your master to your side: he closed the porch’s door, leaving the reddish twilight and the paper charms swinging at the wind behind, then took quiet steps toward the table. He sat with you, his curious eyes catching each of your movements, the sound of his calm breath so close making your cheeks warm.

The first words heard in the room were his.

- My y/n-chan looks so happy that her feelings would reach me on the other side of the house – his hand approached to make a caress on your cheek – And that makes her even more beautiful.

There was a pair of cups near; you took the first one and poured the tea on it, then offered it to him. Geto took it in his hands with a murmured “thank you” and you turned to the table to serve yourself with the second cup.

- Everything is going well, my Lord – you observed the steam coming up from your cup and smiled – Nanae and Makoto are wonderful girls. They’re content in being here, and they’re so diligent that we organized all their things in this afternoon and already starting planning our tasks for the next days. Working with them is refreshing and relieving at the same time.

- Very good – he mumbled in approval.

For a moment, you just drank your tea in silence, your own breaths being the only sound between those walls, until he put his cup back on the table and invited you to get closer with a gesture of his hand. You obeyed and took the place between his crossed legs; he passed his arms around you while you laid your head on his shoulder, your half filled cup still warming your palms.

- You know, it is good to see you three keeping the atmosphere light in face of the things I’ve told you about – he commented, more to himself than to you – This will be more helpful than you can suppose.

- Yes, my Lord. I confessed my worries to them, and they shared this feeling with me – you looked up to him, not disguising the anxiety in your tone – But I have yet another thing to be worried about.

- And what is it? – he stared back at you.

- Us – you sighed – How the circumstances will affect us. I can’t help the fear, despite my trust in ourselves. If there’s one thing that can make me sad now, here it is.

Geto’s response was to give you a long, warm kiss on the top of your head, while his fingers entwined with your hair, massaging your scalp.

- If you cannot help it, just let it be, my dear – he whispered – Worry about what you have to worry, and feel what you have to feel. But know that when it ends, you can always come back and rest here, with me – and with a giggle – Whenever you get tired of flying, just say it, and I will grab your ankles for you.

You smiled, but said nothing to that. You didn’t need to. You just finished your tea and put the cup back on the table, alongside his.

- Speaking of us, I have some news for you – he spoke when you went back to his lap – Good ones, of course.

You turned to him with wide eyes.

- What news, Geto-sama?

Your reaction was clearly a diversion to him, who blinked at you before answering.

- Recently, I’ve been in contact with one of the masters from your old home, and he accepted the request I made, despite the little time he will have to prepare himself.

- Prepare himself? For what?

- To lead our wedding ceremony, my love – Geto replied with a laugh – We also have settled a date for it.

Your heart pounded inside your chest with such strength that you were sure he heard it too. An established date!

- Really? And when will it be?

- In three weeks – holding your chin, he gave you a quick, sweet kiss on your lips – Counting from today.

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daddy-suguru · 2 years ago

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𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ❥ eren, mikasa, suguru, satoru, shoko, sukuna, Kento, toji,

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ❥ fluff, explicit for Toji, sukuna and suguru, emotional softness, asking you out, drunken confession, accidental confession, sukuna is a brat of a dom and punishes you for making him fall, edging, toji likes being your daddy, lightest of angst with a mention of ghosting, pinning, friends with benefits, mikasa doesn’t confess but gives herself away

eren

↝ Slow to notice his crush, but only out of stubborn obliviousness. Of course, his heart beats faster, and he feels happier with you around. You are a close friend all he is doing is chasing off shitty people who would break your heart.

↝ Eren falls in love before it hits him he wants you more than a friend which is why he gets jealous of others showing interest in you.

↝ After a little while of pinning Eren will awkwardly partly confess to you, he likes you instead of asking you out. And he wants to know how you feel about him. He can’t keep pinning over you, either you accept or reject him. - “Do you want to stay friends or do something more..with me?“

mikasa

↝ Catches onto her feelings quickly will hide them and pin after you for a while. There is so much pining, so many sleep overs filled with cuddles that make her heart beat faster.

↝ She becomes more obvious the more she falls for you. From fumbling over her words, to blushing cheeks and love-stuck staring. It becomes so clear she adores you. - “Y-you look beaut-good!”

↝ You will have to make the first move. She wants you to cup her face and kiss her. Which is why she keeps glancing at your lips when you talk. And why the two of you have almost kissed several times before she blushes and backs away.

suguru

↝ Chances are Suguru and You are fooling around already when he realizes his feelings are becoming serious. But by this point, you already have a few things left at his place.

↝ Lowkey panics internally since he knows you like him, but how much do you like him? Do you like him romantically, or just sexually? The fear of it being the second. That one day you'll cut off the benefits because you're settling down with someone that isn't him.

↝ One might he will confront you about no longer being friends with benefits. And that if he is going to keep fooling around with you, you are going to have to date him. Otherwise, he is going to walk away to keep the crush he is harboring from growing stronger. - “I can’t do this friends with benefits thing anymore, I want something more with you. So it’s we date or we go back to being just friends.”

satoru

↝ Not oblivious, but in heavy denial. He will convince himself what he feels is a baseless attraction, only not a crush. Until he is fully in love with you and there is no running from his feelings. Because after every other thought of what he needs to be doing, is a thought about you.

↝ He avoids you for a little while. While he comes to terms with how much he loves you. And how scared he is to lose you. He finds himself wonderful if you would ever take him serious. If he could take himself seriously since he keeps wanting to shove his feelings aside.

↝ Satoru has several reasons he doesn’t want a relationship. With too much riding on him and how he is too busy for a relationship. And that he can’t withstand losing another lover. His heart already aches so much but you soothe it. So after fighting his love for a week he accepts his feelings. And accidentally confesses after you do something adorable. - “I love it when you say my name. I want to kiss you so badly you're so damn adorable! It’s illegal.”

shoko

↝ It's late after work, and both of you are sharing a drink and cuddling. When it slips out, - “Mm your so warmnsoft, love staying herewiiiith you. I looovvve you! beee miiiineee!” The two of you were letting things progress without talking about it. With both of you letting your hands wonder, holding each other closer. And making out while watching movies. This was the next step.

↝ It’s a few days after her drunken confession that she will question what you remember. And after finding out you remember enough, she talks to you about it. This time sober.

↝ So she asks for another chance to asking you out and confessing her feelings in a more sober way. So she can plan something simple yet thoughtful like a stay at home date.

sukuna

↝ He gets annoyed that he likes you. First he starts off getting mad with himself that he is falling for someone. While tries to convince himself out of, which he fails at doing since he can’t stay away from you.

↝ His annoyance is then directed toward you. One night, Sukuna punishes you out of the blue for being a brat. Even though you have done nothing wrong. He won’t let you cum and you're crying for it. While wondering what you did, but you figure he is just venting some anger about something. That was the first time he did aftercare beyond just wiping you down. Sukuna is checking you over slowly, holding you close. It's his acceptance.

↝ Won’t tell you what he punished you for and you are pouty still during aftercare. And so unable to look you in the eyes, with his face in your neck he tells you - “I want a ring on your finger to tell others your mine. Or at least a necklace of my name.”

kento

↝ When he realizes, he is also fairly confident you feel the romance spark between you both. So he thinks if he is ready for a relationship before thinking about the best way to ask you out.

↝ Settles on a private type date asking you out to a picnic. For which Kento makes his favorite loaf of bread. He also brings a spread and wine to match it. While also packing some sandwiches, chocolate, and various fruits into a picnic basket. - “Would you like to drink wine and watch the sunset with me?”

↝ He drives you to a beautiful forest, and the two of you relax in a beautiful clearing by a cliff that overlooks a breathtaking waterfall. There he spreads out the blanket and the two of you talk for hours. While watching the sunset.

toji

↝ Notice that he could fall for you the moment he met you. But ignored it and then called himself a dumbass sometime later when he caught feelings. Then he ghosted you for a couple months before he shows up at 3 in the morning bloody and needing a place to crash. He doesn’t even address his ghosting you like nothing happened. Until you bring it up while patching him up.

↝ Toji tells a half lie and says his job kept him from you. He doesn't tell you that while he had been gone, he couldn’t enjoy anything because every night he craved being in bed with you. He tried to throw himself into work but it doesn’t take away the thought of you.

↝ Even with the injuries, Toji couldn’t care less. He drinks till he is tipsy then folds you in two. It just means he has to go extra slow with you so you don’t whine about his health. It’s while fucking you he gets so possessive, Which you assume to be a heat of-the-moment thing until he insists during aftercare you’re his and that you’re stuck with him. - “I was gone for a while but Daddy stacked up some money and ya are quittin’ your job n coming with me on a lil trip. Because like I said you’re mine, and I’ll be damned if we don’t make up for lost time.”

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wreckmetoji · 3 years ago

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Fight for your love

A fic in which your boyfriend’s job keeps you from obtaining what you want the most.

↳ Geto Suguru/Reader

content warning. fluff, smut, established relationship, afab reader, oral(f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, breeding kink, profanity

**Minors DNI**

2.5k words

In no way did Suguru think he was a clean, righteous person. He knew many decisions he made weren't the right ones, he knows he's had to hurt innocent people. But the way you looked at him every time he walked through the door made him believe he was. The gentle tender love and care tending to his wounds after a long day of work gone bad, hurting innocent people. You never seemed to mind, never seemed to ask, never seemed to care if the way you kissed his bruised, bloody knuckles spoke what your heart was thinking. Every time he tried to bring up his line of work, knowing there was a good chance one day you might get dragged in despite how hard he tried to keep you separate, keep you secret, you simply shook your head and smiled at him. As long as you're you, I don't care what you do, you'd say. As long as I'm happy with you here and now, I don't care what happens later. Suguru would be lying if he said he didn't come to the conclusion he couldn't live without you right there, right then, the first time you said those words with your blindingly bright smile. Everyone was far from perfect, except you. There was no such thing as perfect, except you– and sometimes, you made him feel perfect too. "I know you can't help it, but," You muttered, tongue poked out between your lips as you tied the bandage around his torso with utmost concentration, "If you're gonna get hurt, try to avoid something this close to your heart." His softened gaze followed your fingers as you gently caressed the bandages above his deep cut, the pain not even registering with how gently, how lovingly you treated him. "After all, if your heart gets hurt, so does mine." He knew, deep down, he didn't deserve you. "I'll try my best, darling." Suguru smiled, hands gently finding your hips, his forehead leaning into your chest as you cradled him from your standing position. There you stayed, slowly, gently swaying in comfortable silence. You made him feel virtuous, as if mere hours ago he didn't commit horrible, unforgivable atrocities, unforgivable and damning sins. This is how most of your evenings together would go, patching him up, dancing around each other in the kitchen as you made dinner together, if he was ever home early you'd watch a movie together. Even if it was rare with the long hours he worked, those were the days he cherished, those were the days that got him through it all. You never asked for more, even though he knew you deserved every second of his time, you deserved the world and the heavens above. What were you if not a goddess, damned to mortality, damned to a life loving him. Suguru held you close as you laid in bed, the rain pattering on the window lulling you both into a comfortable half-asleep daze. He noticed the way you kept some distance, trying not to irritate his fresh wound. "Sugu," Your voice called, urging him to open his eyes and gaze down at you. Your sudden silence intrigued him, and the way your ears went pink intrigued him even more. "What is it, little lamb?" Suguru sounded tired, voice gravelly from a long day. He kissed the crown of your head, rubbing soft circles on the small of your back, urging you to talk to him about what you so eagerly wanted to get out. "Maybe one day–" You paused again, fists balling at his bare chest, "One day, would you want to start a family?" The thought had most certainly crossed his mind, on several occasions. Suguru would regularly daydream about a peaceful life of domesticity with you, a child or two, a nice house in a nice neighborhood with a nice, respectable job. He'd always snuffed the idea, knowing that he probably wouldn't live to see his child grow up properly. Still, though, the way you pressed your cheek into his arm and stared at him with wide, inquisitive eyes had him smiling sadly. "My beautiful angel... Under different circumstances, I wouldn't have to think twice." He didn't want to lie to you, but the frown tugging at your lips had his heart clenching in his chest. "We could go somewhere they can't find you, we could move somewhere warm and sunny." Suguru chuckled at your optimism, though a twinge of sadness was behind it. They would find him, no matter what he did or where he went. He didn't dare say it, he knew your response already, that's just an excuse. "That would be nice, wouldn't it?" Your silence told him everything he needed to know. There wasn't anything he could say, so instead he kissed your forehead, your cheek, your nose, then your lips. There he lingered, sighing gently when your hands moved up to his shoulders, then his neck. Heightened by your saddened state, the way you pulled him closer, fingers brushing through the hair on his neck, thumbs stroking his jawline, was all so desperate. It was your silent plea, your attempt to change a fate already set in stone. "I can't stand to see you sad, little lamb." He smiled against your lips, slowly shifting on the bed until he was hovering over you. Those eyes, the way you looked at him, so wide and clear and swimming with emotion. So pure, so untainted, so good. Everything he wasn't, and everything he strives to be. "I'll make it up to you, darling," He kissed you again, then your chin, then your neck, "I promise." Only when he received a nod of approval did he proceed, gently pulling your underwear off, oh so gently helping you lift your night shirt over your head. Never in the years you'd been together has he grown accustom to just how lucky he is to exist on this world at the same time you did. "You're so beautiful, absolutely perfect. Have I told you this?" Of course he has, but the smile on his face was so cheeky, so mischievous it made you giggle. "Maybe once or twice." Suguru returned your laugh, pulling his hair back into a bun with the hair tie on his wrist, before descending down your body. Every place he stopped, he kissed, nuzzled, nibbled, eliciting a sigh from you nearly every time. The sight of your eyes closing and head tilting back once he reached your core, giving your bundle of nerves a sweet kitten lick, was akin to seeing God. Surely it was the holiest thing he would witness in all his time on this earth. You were, after all, nothing short of an angel. Making himself more comfortable, Suguru gripped your thighs, throwing them over his shoulders. The soft look you gave him, those sweet eyes, your perfect parted kiss-plumped lips... "Beautiful," Was all he whispered into the plush skin if your thigh before parting you with his thumbs, gently kissing, licking, and sucking your sensitive clit. The long whine you emitted only spurred him on, fingers teasing your entrance by touching and squeezing everywhere but where you wanted. Admittedly, it's been a while since the two of you got intimate time together. Either he would come home too late, or too hurt, for the two of you to comfortably do anything. You never seemed to press. "I'm sorry I haven't been taking care of you, little lamb," Suguru replaced his mouth with his hands, thumb swirling circles around your bundle of nerves, while his index and forefinger ever so slowly entered your heat. He set an immediately fast pace, fox-like eyes drinking in your pleasure twisted face. The sweet sounds dripping from your mouth were like music to his ears, the arch of your back from the mattress eliciting a dark chuckle from him. "I know I haven't been the most solicitous boyfriend as of late," His fingers curled inside you at his words, "I hear you in the shower, you know." He kissed his way back up your body, stopping only briefly to flick his tongue across a pebbled nipple, stopping mere centimeters away from your lips. He wanted to bask in your whines and moans for just a moment longer, his personal hymn. "Naughty little thing, never asking for help." Suguru didn't get to tease you for long, your hands finding quick purchase on his cheeks, tugging him down and kissing him with desperate force. Your frenzied, open mouthed kisses were met ten-fold, a slow, low moan coming from him at the uncharacteristic abrasiveness you were displaying. The way your walls clenched around his fingers let him know just how bad you'd been needing him, the whispered I'm cumming against his lips. When your hand came down to palm at his very hard erection outside his briefs was when he decided he'd have to reign you in much tighter than usual tonight. Tonight wasn't about him. His fingers worked in tandem with your heaving chest, every push and pull in sync with your hurried breaths. He had half a mind to pin your arms above your head and fuck you stupid with his fingers, but he couldn't deny you of what you really wanted. "I know you're eager, darling, but be good." He saw the shiver run up your body at his authoritative tone, one he didn't use often. At the same time, he pulled down his boxer briefs and added his ring finger to your dripping cunt. It isn't that he had to, he knew you were already perfectly wet for him, he just loved the way your thin fingers gripped the sheets, the way your head thrashed from side to side. Very briefly, Suguru entertained the thought of a golden band wrapped around his finger as he defiled you with his hands. How beautiful it would look disappearing, reappearing, covered in your slick. It made his cock twitch. The second he removed his sopping fingers from you, he'd lined up the thick head of his cock with your trembling sex, leaning back with his hands on your knees. He could see the surprise on your face, your arm half-way reached to the bedside drawer to get a condom. "I know," He crooned, stroking your knee. Admittedly, the two of you weren't diligent with using condoms when you didn't have to, but he was well aware this was the week you really should be using them, lest you want unexpected surprises. Your teary eyes and beaming smile could put the pearly golden gates of heaven to shame. The way you squealed as he pushed in had his own eyes rolling back, forcing your knees apart further until he had completely buried himself to in your welcoming heat. Having been a while, he had to take a shaky breath before slowly, ever so slowly, pulling out to the tip, pushing back in with a bit more haste. How quickly, and how tightly, you wrapped your legs around his waist nearly winded him, enraptured cries of faster, please, I need you making him groan. "You poor thing, so needy," Suguru barely managed to breathe out, hips moving at a steady pace. The obscene sound of your slick sticking to his hips every time he tenderly fucked into you made him acutely aware of exactly how long its been. Ashamedly aware of how close he was to his climax, Suguru's thin fingers moved between your bodies, sliding in a quick back and forth motion against your clit at an attempt to get you closer, faster. The immediate reaction had his hips stuttering, your gummy walls clenching intensely around him, your impending orgasm pushing him over the edge. He only briefly stopped moving, whispering an apology into your hair as he tenderly flipped your body. Having you lay prone was one of your favorite positions, but it was mostly done to hide the embarrassed pink tint climbing up his neck from your gaze. White seed squished out and dripped down your sex, between your thighs, when he pushed back into you, the feeling alone having you throwing your head back and crying out for him. He continued his unrelenting pace, seeming completely unfazed by his own orgasm. "You like that, hm?" Suguru teased, a hand sliding down the curve of your hip, reaching under you, pressing his palm flat against where he felt himself protruding on your pelvis. "You like getting filled up with my cum, you want me to fuck a baby into you, darling?" His lewd words elicited muffled screams and cries of affirmation, your face buried in a pillow and biting down. Usually, Suguru would save his dirty talk for rough, frustrated, passionate sex, but how badly you needed him, begging him, to fill you up again had his mind hazy. He knew you well enough that you didn't have to tell him you were coming undone. "Such a good girl, you're so– so good, cum for me." Demanding words had you squeezing around his cock, the flutter and spasm of your orgasm urging him to move faster, harder, climbing another of his own release. Suguru was much more vocal this time around, hissing through clenched teeth, muttering sweet nothings and your name and I love you, I love you, I love you so much. Rutting and rolling his hips into you as he coated your walls white, his arm came around your chest and hugged you back against him. He pressed long, searing kisses into the shoulder his chin had been resting on, only pulling out from your messy cum-coated slick once he was sure you were satisfied with how thoroughly he bred you. You tiredly collapsed back into his chest, head turned to lazily gaze up at his equally tired, smiling face. He knew what transpired was irresponsible at best, the weight of parental responsibility already settling in the back of his mind. For now, he would simply entertain the idea. The inquisitive gaze you held had him chuckling, kissing your cheek tenderly, as if that would answer all the questions he could see you wanted to ask him. He never fed you lies, but when he told you everything will be okay, we'll find a way, I promise it sounded almost sincere enough to pass as the truth. Soft strokes of your hair lulled you to sleep, but Suguru found himself wide awake and staring at your beautiful lips, nose, lashes, the curve if your jaw, the dips of your collarbone. He found himself thinking of your words more than he should, knowing what the outcome would inevitably be. He came to the conclusion that for you, he would fight for his freedom. He would fight for you, for a family, for a normal life, somewhere warm and sunny. In this life, in the next life, in the afterlife, he would fight for you and love you with everything he had, his beautiful guardian angel.

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