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being geto’s little lamb

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swiftly entering a fully devoted Miguel era again🩶 (I never left)

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cowboy GETO?!

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geto ∩^ω^∩

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If this isn't gojo and geto coded idk what is

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Running away with Geto moodboard.

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i’m just thinking a lot about this new jjk illustration 🥺

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Geto Suguru for Practice

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dating geto suguru ᯓ★🎧ྀི

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dating geto pt2 ᡣ𐭩

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Thinking about adopting a bonded hybrid pair from your local rescue shelter, a snow leopard named Satoru and a black leopard named Suguru...

When you first planned on adopting a hybrid, you had expected just getting one...going to the shelter, there were so many there! Tons of puppy hybrids, cat hybrids, even exotic hybrids...there were so many options for you, yet as you walked through the exhibits for the creatures, one stuck out to you. It wasn't with the rest of the hybrid enclosures, this one was isolated. The exotic hybrids were already in a separate part of the building, since they had quite a few. They had a big black wolf hybrid with a scar on his lip, a tiger hybrid that had scary red eyes, a beautiful melanistic fox hybrid with navy eyes, and several more exotic hybrids that were one of a kind for sure. But this one was different, this exhibit had a big sign on the front of its description for adopters.

WARNING: BONDED PAIR. BOTH MUST BE TOGETHER IF PURCHASED, NO EXCEPTIONS. REFUSAL OF SALE IF NOT COMPLIED WITH.

Huh, a bonded pair...that was unusual for sure. Most of these hybrids were solitary, for the most part. Of course some of them were extremely extroverted and loved other hybrids and people, but none of them were bonded to another...this piqued your curiosity. As you walked to the viewing of this bonded pair, you were amazed at the beauty of these hybrids.

Two leopards, both so different. One was a giant fluffy snow leopard hybrid, soft white ears and a beautiful spotted tail. He had gorgeous blue eyes, piercing through your soul as you gazed at him. He seemed energetic, running around the other leopard and seemingly trying to provoke him into playing. The other leopard was a melanistic black leopard, a charcoal black set of ears and tail to match...hauntingly beautiful. He had long, silky black hair, and sleek, dark brown eyes with a sharp jawline. He was larger than the other leopard, if only by a little bit. His demeanor was far more composed than the snow leopard, calmly grooming himself and tail flicking in agitation from the other leopard's antics. How bizarre, a pair of leopards that were bonded? And both male? That was very odd..but intriguing as well. You decided to test your luck with the giant hybrids, asking what their price was and signing legal documents to take them into your care.

Life with the two leopards was...interesting to say the least. While one of them seemed to be all over you and in your space 24/7, the other one behaved like a regular house cat, minding his own business and sunbathing in your bedroom most days. Satoru, as you've learned, the snow leopard, is incredibly chaotic and unashamed, always rubbing up against you and purring so loud you think the house is moving around. He has no concept of personal space, laying his larger head in your lap and kneading at your thighs and body like some kind of pillow. He was affectionate, though, which you did appreciate to some extent. He was also incredibly spoiled, expecting your constant attention, wanting you to play with him, and yowling and whining when you refused. Suguru on the other hand, the black leopard, was the opposite. You didn't have to worry about him strowing toys all over the house or tearing up your furniture with his large claws, the massive hybrid was content and peaceful as long as he had a place to bask in the sun and was fed adequately and on time. He was affectionate too, in his own ways. Suguru loved to lay on the couch next to you, tail swishing back and forth as he purred next to you. He also loved you to read to him, often bringing you a book that interested him off of your shelf and asking you politely to read some chapters to him. He also was very fond of head scratches, a deep rumbling purr coming out of the man as you stroked his ears and ran your hands through his long hair. However, when Satoru would intervene with your reading sessions, demanding his owner to play with him, Suguru would growl and swat at the white haired hybrid, hissing and asking him to bother something else for a while. You giggled, watching your usual calm and polite hybrid being aggravated with his white counterpart.

You no longer had a bed to yourself anymore, your regular full sized bed being replaced with a California King sized bed to fit in two incredibly large hybrid men into your bed. They both refused to sleep anywhere but your bed at night, which wasn't surprising for Satoru since he was a spoiled brat, but even Suguru didn't agree with sleeping anywhere else. You eventually gave up trying to fight this, as you spent too many nights with no sleep due to the pair of leopards sitting outside your bedroom door and yowling all night, scratching at your door and refusing to leave until they were allowed in. Suguru slept on your right side, turned over on his side and purring himself to sleep beside you with no issues at all. Satoru was another story. Every night, without fail, the snow leopard would roll over and press his large frame right up next to you, whining and asking you to scratch his back for him and soothe him to sleep. He would pout, claiming he couldn't sleep without being scratched by you, even though you knew this wasn't true. You gave in every night, sighing in annoyance and letting him drape himself over your tummy to scratch at the males back until you felt him drift off to sleep, purring away. They also loved to groom you, licking their prickly tongues against your face and arms, sniffing you and not stopping the constant licking until they both were satisfied with your "scent" as they said. They were strange, but you couldn't live without them at this point, too attached to the overgrown house cats.

Unfortunately, the shelter failed to inform you that hybrids still had heats, just like regular animals did....you were shocked, to say the least, when you came home to see Satoru completely nude and panting, rubbing his hips against what appeared to be your pillow. Suguru wasn't far off, laying in your bed and whimpering, stroking his incredibly large cock while his ears twitched. After the initial shock (and borderline stroke you had seeing your pets in this condition), you found out through Google that hybrids did in fact still have heat cycles. Calling up the shelter, you were given basic information on how to handle it and help them through it.

"Oh, uh just buy them some sex toys, and make sure that they aren't scenting your stuff, oh also, don't let them out of the house...."

So now, your house is inhabited by 2 giant horny hybrids. You try everything you can, buying them both numerous sex toys to use and play with, making sure they stay OUT of your room this time, and having to endure listening to them whine and pant and growl, begging you for something, you couldn't really understand what they were wanting, but you're trying your best. You can't deny that the 2 hybrid men walking around with their hard cocks out, leaking precum and their flushed faces and sweaty bodies is kind of arousing to you...they're very good looking, despite the ears and tails and claws...

It's later that night when you hear it, the two males scratching at your door, begging to come in. You know better, they're going to make your room reek of pheromones, sweat, and cum. They whine at the door, going on for about an hour before you finally hear them walk away and go back into the room that you prepared for their heat. God, you felt so bad, ignoring them like that and not letting your boys in, but you knew it probably wasn't a good idea. You're still weaker than them, after all, they would have no trouble man handling you into their own whims, and you weren't a complete fool. Satoru had tried more than once to get handsy with you, purring up against your neck and feeling his bulge rubbing up against your ass. Every time you had to spray him with water, him sulking away and looking at you with pleading eyes. Suguru hasn't ever attempted anything, always such a good boy, never misbehaving. The worst Suguru had ever done was grab ahold of your boobs once, groping the fleshy mounds and attempting to pull your shirt down before you smacked his hands away flustered.

And, as you were just about to fall asleep, they're back again at your door, whining and begging to be let in....

This is gonna be such a long two weeks.

I'll be posting a part 2 to this as soon as I can lovelies!!! Tumblr has been awful with me lately, deleting every draft I make😩😩

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Fallen angel

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⟢ pairing: fallen angel!geto x reader

⟢ genre: suggestive/fluff (but not really?)

⟢ wc: < 1k

⟢ a/n: a passing thought turned drabble, enjoy 🫠 divider from @/cafekitsune

“How do you keep those hidden?”

The wind whips at your clothes and you shiver at how icy it feels biting at your cheeks and nose. A few feet ahead of you, sitting on the edge of the roof, is a man. Well, you thought he was a man at first but now you’re not so sure. Especially with the great, dark wings that are folded neatly down his back. They’re comprised of long, serrated looking black feathers, unkempt and a little sparse in some areas. They taper to a sharp point that just barely brushes the concrete, and if there was more than just moonlight illuminating his figure, you’d see the feathers matted in hours old blood.

“That’s a secret,” he says lightly, his wings twitching.

“Still keeping secrets?” you hum, slowly approaching him. You peer over the ledge of the rooftop and your stomach lurches at the sheer drop to ground level. Swallowing back your nerves, you straighten and look at Suguru instead. Invisible fingers wind through locks of black, the city lights sparkling in his eyes like the stars above. He smirks, that curve of his lips still holding thousands of untold mysteries.

“Still sticking your nose in where you shouldn’t?”

“That’s not very nice,” you pout, taking a seat on the concrete and leaning back against the ledge. If you so wished, you could cross the few inches between your fingers and his feathers. He glances over at you and smiles menacingly.

“I’m not nice, sweetheart.”

“You can be.”

“Don’t sound so sure of yourself,” he says, standing from his perch without so much as a wobble before hopping down to sit beside you, heavy boots thunking on the concrete. You wonder how he manages to stay warm in this frigid February air without a shirt, but you say nothing. Your gaze wanders over the faint scars scrawled over his lean torso and arms, like a secret language privy only to his kind. Wordlessly, he tugs you into his lap.

“Can I see how big they are?” Suguru’s brows bounce up in surprise but he nods, carefully extending them out behind him and raising them up overhead, graceful as a dancer. They’re surprisingly silent and each wing is probably the same length as his body, if not longer. Never before have you ever set eyes on something like this - though, you doubt any living human has before.

Reaching out, almost like you’re in a trance, you run your fingers down the root of one, right where the appendage meets his shoulder blades. The feathers are surprisingly silky and warm, quivering softly under your touch.

“Pretty,” you murmur and he chuckles bitterly.

“They’re not. They used to be, though.”

“What were they like before?”

“They were made of light,” he whispers, shuddering as you continue to stroke gently at his feathers. “So bright that you’d go blind instantly.”

“In that case, I like them like this.”

All of a sudden, he snaps them outwards and curls them both around you, cradling you in their soft embrace. A cocoon of feathers surrounds you both, shutting out the moonlight and silencing the hum of the world below. Your heart stumbles in your chest as it beats faster.

“You shouldn’t,” he whispers, wrapping his arms tighter around you and holding you flush against his chest. “But maybe it’s a good thing for me that you do.”

“How so?” His breath curls over your cheek before his nose follows the same path. You feel hot all over.

“Corrupting pretty little angels like you is something of a specialty of mine.” His voice is low, sweet - no, it’s seductive. Looping your arms around his neck, you press closer, until his lips are brushing over the corner of your mouth.

“I’m no angel.”

He chuckles, a smoky sound that sends shivers skittering down your spine. “Oh, but you are,” he coos, his tongue darting out to swipe teasingly at your lower lip. You swallow down a whimper. “You’re my angel. Every sinner needs a saviour.”

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Yeah I would also ignore his crimes for ten years ngl