coffee-and-geto

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satoru in bed isn’t just about having sex with you.

in fact, when he wakes up each morning, he doesn’t always feel like teasing you — though he very well could, to launch into some pleasurable physical activity when his testosterone peaks sometimes to a painful high.

no, this is more about a slow, warm, gentle kind of waking.

like his arm draped around your waist, as casually as it is protectively.

his thumb tracing soft circles just beneath your breast, his cheek buried and lost in the tangle of your sleep-mussed hair scattered across your pillow, or that half-lidded gaze he has fixed on your nose — the one he found adorable from the very first time he met you.

the feel of your bare (or not) back pressed to his uncovered chest, as his breathing syncs with yours — just like your heartbeat calming his.

the warmth of your bodies, almost joined, more reheating than any blanket.

for satoru, those moments are worth more than any kind of rebirth.

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satoru in bed isn’t just about having sex with you.

in fact, when he wakes up each morning, he doesn’t always feel like teasing you — though he very well could, to launch into some pleasurable physical activity when his testosterone peaks sometimes to a painful high.

no, this is more about a slow, warm, gentle kind of waking.

like his arm draped around your waist, as casually as it is protectively.

his thumb tracing soft circles just beneath your breast, his cheek buried and lost in the tangle of your sleep-mussed hair scattered across your pillow, or that half-lidded gaze he has fixed on your nose — the one he found adorable from the very first time he met you.

the feel of your bare (or not) back pressed to his uncovered chest, as his breathing syncs with yours — just like your heartbeat calming his.

the warmth of your bodies, almost joined, more reheating than any blanket.

for satoru, those moments are worth more than any kind of rebirth.

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satoru in bed isn’t just about having sex with you.

in fact, when he wakes up each morning, he doesn’t always feel like teasing you — though he very well could, to launch into some pleasurable physical activity when his testosterone peaks sometimes to a painful high.

no, this is more about a slow, warm, gentle kind of waking.

like his arm draped around your waist, as casually as it is protectively.

his thumb tracing soft circles just beneath your breast, his cheek buried and lost in the tangle of your sleep-mussed hair scattered across your pillow, or that half-lidded gaze he has fixed on your nose — the one he found adorable from the very first time he met you.

the feel of your bare (or not) back pressed to his uncovered chest, as his breathing syncs with yours — just like your heartbeat calming his.

the warmth of your bodies, almost joined, more reheating than any blanket.

for satoru, those moments are worth more than any kind of rebirth.

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satoru in bed isn’t just about having sex with you.

in fact, when he wakes up each morning, he doesn’t always feel like teasing you — though he very well could, to launch into some pleasurable physical activity when his testosterone peaks sometimes to a painful high.

no, this is more about a slow, warm, gentle kind of waking.

like his arm draped around your waist, as casually as it is protectively.

his thumb tracing soft circles just beneath your breast, his cheek buried and lost in the tangle of your sleep-mussed hair scattered across your pillow, or that half-lidded gaze he has fixed on your nose — the one he found adorable from the very first time he met you.

the feel of your bare (or not) back pressed to his uncovered chest, as his breathing syncs with yours — just like your heartbeat calming his.

the warmth of your bodies, almost joined, more reheating than any blanket.

for satoru, those moments are worth more than any kind of rebirth.

[coffee-and-geto]

satoru in bed isn’t just about having sex with you.

in fact, when he wakes up each morning, he doesn’t always feel like teasing you — though he very well could, to launch into some pleasurable physical activity when his testosterone peaks sometimes to a painful high.

no, this is more about a slow, warm, gentle kind of waking.

like his arm draped around your waist, as casually as it is protectively.

his thumb tracing soft circles just beneath your breast, his cheek buried and lost in the tangle of your sleep-mussed hair scattered across your pillow, or that half-lidded gaze he has fixed on your nose — the one he found adorable from the very first time he met you.

the feel of your bare (or not) back pressed to his uncovered chest, as his breathing syncs with yours — just like your heartbeat calming his.

the warmth of your bodies, almost joined, more reheating than any blanket.

for satoru, those moments are worth more than any kind of rebirth.

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“What if I write it and it’s bad-”

WHAT IF YOU WRITE IT AND ITS GOOD? WHAT IF YOU WRITE IT AND ITS EXACTLY WHAT YOU WANTED? WHAT THEN????

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Now… making out with Cowboy! Geto is a whole damn experience. Not just because he’s tall and handsome and built like sin, but because he knows how to wait unlike those other boys trying to catch your tail.

See, all those years taming horses, training skittish colts and high-strung stallions, well, they taught him a thing or two about patience. Taught him that all good things come slow and steady. Especially when they’re as pretty and skittish as you.

So when he takes you out to a quiet flower field just off his property, a blanket slung over one shoulder, leading his horse by the reins because you got spooked by the trot, he doesn’t complain. Just chuckles low in his throat, all teasing as he says, “Ain’t no trouble, sugar. Would’ve carried you myself if you asked.”

You’re shy at first, sitting on his lap, pressed up against his broad chest, while the horse grazes lazily behind you, the sky wide and painted in honey. But when your fingers start playing with the collar of his shirt, soft flannel stretched over broad shoulders, a few buttons undone to show off that sun-kissed chest and faint trail of hair disappearing beneath the silver buckle of his belt, he knows what’s coming.

He lets you kiss him first. Lets the softness of your lips brush his with a nervous little sigh, lets your fingers curl tighter into his shirt like you’re not sure how far he’ll let you go.

And oh, darlin’ - he’ll let you go real far.

At least until your kisses grow hungrier, panting little gasps between each one, your thighs shifting restlessly over his lap. That’s when he leans in, one hand cupping your cheek, the other braced behind you as he lays you down among the blooms.

“Easy now,” he murmurs, voice thick and slow like molasses, lips brushing yours between words. “Ain’t no rush, is there?”

But his knee presses between your thighs, just enough to make your breath catch from the weight of it.

His hair’s down today, long, black, a little wind-tousled, and falling like silk over his shoulders as he leans over you. Strands tickle your face as his lips find yours again, deeper this time, his tongue sliding against yours, coaxing out a soft whimper he swallows with a low, pleased hum.

And god, when your eyes flutter open, looking up at him all wide and starry, cheeks flushed, breath catching?

He groans low in his throat, head tipping down to rest against yours.

“Jesus, darlin’...” he murmurs, voice gone thicker and more breathless. “If I don’t stop now, I ain’t gonna stop at all.”

His violet eyes narrowing down at you like you’re a sin he’s about to commit, his lips brushing yours again, gentler this time, almost mournful.

“Give me a minute, baby… just a minute... or you won’t walk straight back to that horse.”

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recharge with the suguru !!

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husband!nanami comforts you during a thunderstorm (•᷄- •᷅ ;)

you let out a wince, pressing yourself closer into kento's chest as a flash of lightning brightened up your bedroom for a moment, followed by a sharp crack of thunder as rain continued to pour down against your roof.

"shhh…" your husband would mumble, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead, his hand smoothing down your hair. "there's nothing to be afraid of, my darling."

you'd always thought there was something calming about the rain, about the sound it made against the tiny roof… whenever you were unable to sleep, putting on rain sounds on youtube had always helped.

but thunder? that had always terrified you.

a sudden flash of light, followed by a loud roll of thunder that made the ground shake, that made the walls feel like they were made of paper.

another crack; another wince left your lips. suddenly, kento pulled the covers over both of your heads, your breaths mingling under the fabric. "what are you doing?" you whispered, only for your husband to hush you; "close your eyes." he whispered softly. you did as he told you to, and kento began to hum softly, his hand still stroking your hair.

"the thunder and lightnings can't get to us here." he spoke matter-of-factly, pressing a kiss on your forehead, "the thunder can try but i'm here to protect you."

you couldn't help but smile against his bare chest, nuzzling further into his warmth like he was a blankie you'd always had there to comfort you, and even as another crack of thunder rolled over your home, shaking the walls, you weren't as scared as before, because every time you heard that loud noise, it was followed by kento squeezing you even tighter.

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me when satoru calls reader wifey

me when toji calls reader ma

me when suguru calls reader pretty girl

me when toji calls reader doll

me when sukuna calls reader woman

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jj is my baby too now

started outer banks, and my obsession for rafe cameron/drew starkey is getting bad bad

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nanami loves your chubby cheeks. he adores them. practically worships them.

nanami, who tries to act composed and gentlemanly in public, but the moment you’re alone, his hands are immediately cupping your face like it’s something sacred. thumbs brushing over the apples of your cheeks with a soft, tender smile that makes your chest ache.

he’ll press little kisses there constantly—absentminded ones when you’re doing your skincare, teasing ones when he’s trying to fluster you, and slow, honeyed ones when he’s too overwhelmed by how much he loves you to say it out loud.

he absolutely baby-talks at them too.

“look at these perfect cheeks,” he murmurs, squishing them together gently until your lips pout. “made just for me to kiss, hm? can’t believe you let me touch something this precious.”

and when you pout? he can’t take it. his hands are on you instantly, cradling your face and muttering,

“what’s wrong, sweetheart? don’t frown, you’ll give me a heart attack.”

he’s so obsessed it’s embarrassing. he’ll literally lay in bed beside you, reading a book with one hand, the other absentmindedly cupping your cheek like it keeps him grounded. when you ask him why he does it, he just says in that calm, deep voice:

“it’s comforting. soft. like you. i like being reminded that i’m allowed to have something gentle.”

(and yes, when he’s deep inside you, face flushed and voice ragged, he’ll lean down and kiss one cheek, then the other, whispering breathlessly, “so pretty. so perfect. all mine.”)

nanami is not immune to soft cheeks. he’d sell his soul to keep them safe and smiling.

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ohhhh you're so sweet i'm so, so glad you liked it!! <3

I found your Venom geto on Trish’s page and it was so great! Going through your masterlist! Do you have any recommendations for more fics of his?

thank you nonnie 🫶 i’m glad you enjoyed!!

a couple of my favorites are:

soak operas by @aquasoftware i absolutely loved husband geto in this (he’s an obsessed munch what else could you ask for)

be my voice and i choose you to fill the void by @coffee-and-geto one of the first jjk fics i’ve read on here and it was so beautifully written (fashion designer geto was impeccable in this 🙏)

swipe right by @riveredmoon bartender geto bartender geto (and hella cocky) i definitely recommend checking out her drunk running series as well ^.^

stereo love by @bxnfire a man who yearns is a man who earns 🫡 but it has friends to lovers and tattoo artist geto (phew)

friends with benefits by @nanamisbbygirl honey captures suguru so well, i love their (messy) dynamic in this series!

crush by @goonforgeto the series is so beautiful, it’s geto and reader’s relationship pre-defection and after defection

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started outer banks, and my obsession for rafe cameron/drew starkey is getting bad bad

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JJK MEN KISSING HABITS

I'm back with another treat :D

Characters: Gojo Satoru | Geto Suguru | Toji Fushiguro | Nanami Kento | Choso Kamo.

Any Sleep Token fans here?

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‎GOJO SATORU ♡

‎A huge tease.‎

He always leans in way too close, lips just barely brushing yours… then stops.‎

He waits to see who breaks first you or him.‎

Kissing is a game to him, a challenge that he sets.‎

He always has that smug little smirk drawn on his face.‎

He’ll whisper something like "you nervous?" just to mess with you.‎

He starts with slow, lazy kisses as if tasting dessert, two fingers under your chin tilting your head. ‎

Give it a few seconds and he's flipping it, sudden, rough, devouring kisses that catch you off guard, that you weren't prepared for.‎

He turns slow kisses into a heavy make out session in a matter of seconds. ‎

Definitely can’t keep his hands to himself, he kisses using his whole body.‎

One hand tilts your chin, guiding the kiss.‎

The other sneaks under your shirt, fingertips trailing over your skin leaving goosebumps there.

Then moves down to grip your hips tightly, squeezing just to hear your breath hitch.

He playfully slides his knee between your legs and push your buttons.

He smirks into the kiss whenever he hears your soft sounds.

Your gasps and soft moans turn him on even more and push him to kiss you senseless.

Very playful while kissing, he would bite your bottom lip, or lick it and laughs at you softly when you get flustered.

He knows the effect he has on you and he knows how to use it, in his favor.

Afterwards, he always rests his forehead against yours.

Literally breathless and a total hot mess after devouring each other.

Still teasing, "Hmm not bad, wanna try again?"

Your lips drive him insane.

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‎GETO SUGURU ♡

‎Suguru is not in a rush. He kisses like he’s got all the time in the world to love you.

His hands doesn't roam a lot, one hand cups your cheek softly brushing your skin with his thumb and the other hand on your waist fixing you in place and pulling you impossibly close to him.

He loves to make you ache for his lips.

So he starts with a kiss on your forehead, on the tip of your nose, on your cheeks, on your jaw line, building thay sexual tension kiss by kiss, till finally he kisses your lips.

When the kiss deepens and he starts to lose control, he squeezes your waist hard to ground himself.

It makes you jumpy since you're ticklish so he laughs into your mouth.

That sweet soft low chuckle, it makes your heart burst.

He Kisses with purpose , every second, every movement is intentional, he knows what he's doing.e

He's memorizing you.

He's memorizing the taste of tour lips

He's memorizing the sounds you make.

He's memorizing the feeling and the way you lean into him.

He notices every single thing you do, the way you hold your breath right before be kisses you.

He loves it when you grab at his bicep, and feel his muscles, he lives for that, especially that he's way bigger than you.

He loses it when you run your hand through his hair or tug on it, man starts growling.

He mumbles a lot into kisses, whispering things like "mine", "I love you", "you drive me crazy".

And the way he says these things, his voice, makes your knees weak.

Afterwards, he rest his forehead against yours, eyes still closed breathing heavily "one more kiss".

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‎TOJI FUSHIGURO ♡

‎This man doesn't believe in the term soft kissing.His kisses are rough, desperate, greedy and controlling.‎

Toji doesn’t initiate kisses often, but when he does he usually initiates a heavy make out session, and its whether after a fight, when adrenaline’s high or when he’s jealous as hell and needs to remind you who you belong.‎

He kisses you as if he's claiming you. ‎

Before he kisses you, he presses his whole body against yours.‎

He pins you to the wall, trapping you.‎

His hand flat beside your head as he keeps that intense eye contact. ‎

He always starts with neck kisses rough and wet, a strong start to hook you up into his kiss.‎

No gentle warm-up, just full-on lips and tongue dragging down your skin.‎

He turns you into a moaning mess before he even reaches your mouth.‎

Toji loves to mark you.‎

He bites, hard enough to bruise so he can see them later and smirk.‎

His hands roam constantly, always end up on your ass, squeezing, pulling you closer.‎

Might lift your leg up around his waist and grind his hips against you.

Grabs your neck not too tight, just enough pressure to make your heart race.‎

When he finally kisses your lips they're always sloppy, wet, and open-mouthed, he literally devours you.‎

Always uses tongue, always deep, like he’s trying to taste your soul.‎

It’s hot, messy, and makes you lose all sense of time.‎

He kisses you like it’s a battle, like he’s trying to prove something.‎

But when Toji’s emotionally vulnerable, his kisses turn shaky like he doesn’t know how to handle the feeling of wanting someone that bad or how to handle you.‎

Afterwards, he says nothing he just buries his face in your neck, breathing heavy.‎

But his grip around you never loosens.

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‎NANAMI KENTO ♡

‎Before he kisses you, he always rests his forehead against yours.

His eyes closed, breathing you in, like he's recharging, grounding himself in your presence.‎

His thumb gently brushes your lips.‎

And then, in that soft voice of his, he whispers, "Can I?"‎

Once you nod, it’s all the permission he needs, it's like giving him the greenlight to do whatever he wishes to you.‎

He leans in slowly.‎

He always starts with soft, feather-light, cotton candy-gentle, kisses.‎

He always begins with short, tender kisses, then trails to your cheek, your neck, his lips lingering longer each time.‎

When he finally deepens the kiss, it’s still slow but more emotional.‎

He wants to memorize it, engrave it into his brain, so he can remember it whenever he misses you at work.‎

One hand cups your cheek, his thumb caressing it softly.‎

The other rests on the small of your back, holding you protectively.‎

Nanami hates rushed kisses.‎

If you kiss him too messily or urgently, he’ll pull back just slightly and murmur against your lips "Slower. Properly"‎

And then he kisses you the way he wants to be kissed as if he owns the night, as if the time stopped. ‎

He's very intimate, very serious when it's about you.‎

He adores it when you hold onto him, clutching his shirt, wrapping your arms around his neck like he’s the only thing keeping you grounded to earth.‎

It makes something inside him melt.‎• If your hair gets in the way, he’ll gently tuck it behind your ear.‎

His kisses feel like he's making up for all the time he spends at work and not by your side. ‎

Every kiss with Nanami feels like being loved out loud, deeply, calmly, completely.‎

Afterward, he presses a soft kiss to your temple, then pulls you into his chest.‎

Hand on your back, letting you rest against him.‎

No words,  just quiet, steady comfort.

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‎CHOSO KAMO ♡

‎ This man worships you and his kisses are pretty much the proof.

Kissing you is sacred to him, he doesn’t take it lightly.‎

With him every kiss has a meaning, has a story of its own.‎

He always starts slow, tender kisses on your shoulders, your neck, your collarbone, your hands, even your fingertips.‎

His hands are unbelievably gentle.‎

He holds you like you’re made of glass, very careful. As if one wrong move might make you disappear.‎

He holds deep eye contact before kissing you.‎

His gaze roams every inch of your face with awe.‎

When his eyes drop to your lips, that’s when it becomes difficult to hold back.‎

While kissing he’ll follow your pace, no questions asked.‎

If you're soft, he's softer. If you're rough, he’s ready to lose control with you.‎

If you're in a soft mood then he’ll cup your face in both hands, eyes closed, breathing you in, kissing you so gently.‎

If things get heated and you'd like to be more bold then he’ll pull you onto his lap, gripping your hips tightly.‎

That soft man flips fast, he becomes wild, hungry, unhinged in the best way.‎

And he shows you how dangerous he can be.‎

He kisses you hard enough to make you forget your own name, to make you lightheaded.‎

His arms tightly wrapped around you, not letting you pull away even for a second.‎

"Stay" he whispers in his low, raspy voice , his breath hot against your lips.‎

If you're into it, he'd bite your shoulders, marking you with deep hickeys that he kisses over afterward.‎

He always tilts his head, deepening the kiss like he’s trying to merge into you.‎

He slips out soft whimpers and moans, especially when you tug his hair or scratch his back.‎

He knows how much you love his sound and he wants you to hear it, the same he loves to hear yours.‎

When you’re both playful, he just stares at you smiling, watches you laugh, and then leans in to kiss you mid-giggle.‎

It makes you laugh even harder, and he grins against your lips.‎

Wfter kissing, he like to keep you seated on his lap, your head resting on his shoulder.‎

He strokes your hair, chest still rising and falling after how hard you were kissing.‎

Then he whispers with the softest smile, "Oh, I love you so much".

‎Who would you kiss?

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GUESS WHO JUST PASSED THEIR EXAMS WITH HONORS? NO MORE STRESS AHHHHH

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worlds slowest fanfic author tries really really hard