#Suguru geto drabble

[classyrbf]

SKIN TO SKIN! — GETO SUGURU

thinking about cuddling naked with suguru, bodies pressed up against each other, soaking up the warmth. Soon those cuddles turn into kisses, tongue slipping past your lips as you grow needy, grinding your hips into him. Without breaking the kiss, his fingers trail down towards where you need him most, gently rubbing your clit as he swallows your moans. You’re clinging onto him, whimpering his name while he pumps his fingers in and out of your wet cunt, feeling you tighten around him when he grazes over your g-spot. He’ll go fast and then slow just to keep you on the edge, wanting you to feel every ounce of pleasure. He stares into your eyes, foreheads press together, watching the way you look at him with such desperation and he loves it. He loves making you melt, your back arching into him as he curls his fingers into your sweet spot. “It feels so good, doesn’t it, baby?” He coos. All you can do is nod and bite down on your bottom lip, inching closer and closer to your orgasm. And when you do cum, clenching around his fingers, he kisses your lips again, tongue colliding with yours as he watches you unfold in front of him. He feels every quiver of your body, hears every moan and whimper leave your mouth and soaks it all in. “That’s my good fucking girl, taking my fingers so well. You want more don’t you?” He slips his fingers out, the loss of contact making you whine before he starts rubbing your swollen clit in circles. “I’ll give my pretty girl anything she wants.”

[ohimsummer]

“i said sit. not hover.”

suguru doesn’t understand why you’re so hesitant. this was your idea, after all. even if you’d initially said it as a joking little remark, he was ecstatic to take you up on the offer.

you huff. “it won’t be hard for you to breathe?”

“does it seem like i care?”

between your thighs, you can tell by the way his eyes narrow that geto is smiling at the newfound pout on your face. “suguru, i don’t want to hurt you.”

he circles soothing thumbs over your hips, softly kneading at the skin. “really, because you’re breaking my heart, angel. so start sitting this pretty ass on my face, right now. properly, like i asked.”

you drift closer to suguru’s awaiting lips. the heat of his breath fans over your cunt. “oh, excuse me for being concerned about my lovely boyfriend’s very eager intentions to suffocate.”

he answers your sarcasm with some sass of his own. “that’s your problem, you care too much. let me taste this pussy already, so i can get rid of all the worry in that darling head of yours.”

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[mochroialainn]

This is an 18+ Post | MDNI!

On the days where Satoru is being especially bratty, you and Suguru tie him up to a chair, wrists bound behind him and ankles bound to the legs of the chair (you both know he can easily break out, but he doesn’t because he knows he get an even worse punishment) with a vibrating cock ring on at full power and his blind fold used as a gag. You force him to watch as Suguru gets to bring you to orgasm over and over again with his mouth, his tongue, your vibrator and his cock. He's so painfully overstimulated, tears streaking down his face and his abs sticky with his own cum from all the orgasms the cock ring pulled from him, by the time Suguru cums inside of you. Suguru turns to Satoru with a gentle smile on his face, his voice cooing as he praises him for being a good boy and keeping quiet while the two of you fucked, you both agree that he deserves a reward. So Suguru unties him and removes his blind fold, absolutely drenched with his saliva but he keeps Satorus hands behind his back as he pushes him onto the bed, his face directly into your cunt and forces him to clean up the mess of yours and Sugurus cum up, bringing you to another orgasm as he does, while you both shower him with praise and run your hands gently through his hair.

Once he's done, Suguru runs a bath for you all and you sit in between his legs while Satoru sits between yours, he showers you both with praise and compliments, focusing on Satoru but making sure you also know how well you did. You all help each other bathe, running gentle soapy hands over each others body and cleaninf each others hairs. When you're out and dressed in your pyjamas, Suguru gets Satoru in bed and sets up your shared comfort show/movie while you prepare the snacks (making sure to have plenty of sweets for Satoru). When you finally joing them in bed, Satoru is between the two of you, his head laying gently on your chest as you card your fingers through his hair and Suguru holds him (not paying attention to whats one) and places gentle and loving kisses on his necks and shoulders as he rubs soft circles into his hips and abdomen.

[ayyy-pee]

Center Stage

suguru whimpers as he pounds into you, folds your legs until there’s a knee on each side of your head. you're so good he has to bite back a gasp when your walls squeeze down on him, gripping his cock so fucking hard he sees stars. his eyes roll back when he reaches a hand down to your clit, swollen and sensitive and he feels the sudden gush of your arousal drip down between your bodies. suguru loves how your tight little cunt always takes him so well, how it makes room for him and holds him like it never wants to let go.

every thrust, every roll of his hips, every slap of your skin meeting has suguru leaning down to groan into the crook of your neck. he doesn’t let up, pounding into you like a man possessed. and he is. your pussy makes him insane, makes him want to scream, makes him want to fucking cry.

it feels like heaven in your walls.

suguru loves to look between you, where your bodies connect and see the creamy mess you’ve made on him. fuck he loves how your pussy always makes a mess. it’s one of his favorite things about you.

that and the way your lips part when he pistons his hips a certain way, touches that sweet spot you love. how your head falls back and your back arches when he wraps his thick fingers around your neck, makes you hold his weight as he fucks into you with reckless abandon. the way your little moans fall from that pretty mouth he loves to bury his cock in. he loves all of that.

he loves the way your hands find his hair and you pull. not gentle at all, just the way he likes. you’re as a desperate and fucking needy as he is.

“come on baby. tell me how much you love my cock.” he pleads. he knows you love it. you've told him plenty of times. but suguru also loves to get his ego stroked.

“i love it, ah- fuck, fuck i love your cock!” you whimper beneath him like the good girl you always are. all he ever has to do is ask and you’ll deliver every time. so obedient. it’s why you’re his favorite.

suguru can feel your walls softly convulsing around him. you’re so close. but while your words were good, they’re weren’t good enough. so suguru slows his pace, staring down at you with half lidded eyes. he wants you to do it right.

“pretty girl forgot her manners,” he chides, clicking his tongue. “i love your cock, what?”

he bottoms out with a particularly harsh thrust that has you crying out, your fingers tightening in his tresses and he chuckles, his dick twitching within the confines of your cunt.

“oh fuck! i love your cock master geto”

there it is.

you peer up through your lashes at the man above you and the smug smile on suguru’s lips sends you spiraling over the edge, your orgasm rushing over you, your body shivering as wave after wave hits you. and your sweet lips muttering his formal title, it has him burying his face in your neck again, whining as his hips stutter with every sloppy thrust until his balls tighten.

he grips your thigh hard, high pitched whimpers falling freely from his mouth as his cock stiffens and his hot, white seed fills your twitching pussy. the release has suguru shaking, struggling to hold his weight as your pussy milks him of every fucking drop.

you’re both panting, both catching your breath as suguru kisses you desperately, pressing kisses to your face, to your lips. and he’s still cumming

“m-master geto,” you mutter between kisses. he hasn’t pulled out of you, just keeps rolling his hips into your slowly, softly as he continues to litter your lips and face with kisses.

suguru hums in acknowledgment.

“you’ll be late to session tonight,” you warn him. “you know there will be big donors there. you don’t want to be late.”

ah yes, the work never stops for suguru. he would love to stay here, on the floor of his stage but it wouldn’t be a good look to have his donors and worshippers walk in on you both in the middle of such a salacious act.

and you, his most favorite follower. there's no way in hell allow anyone to leave the room alive if they saw you this way. no, you're meant to be seen by him this way and him alone. even with your current situation, he knows you are loyal to him. so with a hiss, suguru pulls out of you, smirking when he sees the way you pout at the loss of fullness.

cute.

“come and see me after session” he tells you with one last press of his lips to yours. he crawls off of you carefully and fixes his robe. you nod, watching as he exits the room.

he knows where to find you.

suguru always finds you the moment he enters the room, packed with worshippers ready to give themselves to him. and you’re among them, loyal as ever to him, even as you bow politely and pledge yourself to the organization alongside your husband.

[teddybeartoji]

彡 A THUNDERING FIRST

☆. contains: suguru geto x gn!reader; meet-cute, fluff, trigger warning for a sweaty suguru, double warning for a very flirty suguru!! mentions of teeth and biting bc yk i love that shit wc: 4k

reading in the park can be such a good way to spend the day – you get to hear the lovely little birds sing to each other, you can see the kids faceplant onto the ground and laugh it off, you can smile at passing dogs, you can feel the sun and you can feel the wind and for just a while – everything is good.

it's more windy today than it is sunny but that doesn't bother you too much. the gentle spring wind dances in the trees, swaying the tiny green leaves that are just beginning to grow. the ground is still wet from yesterday's rain but it's not too muddy. you're grateful for the shower anyway, excited for the fresh grass to rise from the soil, pretty flowers alongside it. everything smells good, too. the air is crisp and filled with new beginnings and laughter and now you feel yourself getting a little too poetic.

looking down at your book, you twirl your pen between your fingers as you try to bring your focus back to the words on the pages. okay, reading in the park can be a little distracting sometimes. but most of the time it's not that bad—

you raise your head from your lap when you hear the steady steps and it's weird because you've learned to not give your attention to every passerby.

but this isn't just some passerby. the soles of his feet dig into the ground as he approaches and something about him just pulls you to him. you only have a second to look at him before he passes but it's enough to peak your interest like nothing else.

a pair of dark grey shorts with some black underpants underneath them, a pair of surprisingly clean sneakers on his feet, a pair of black socks, a dark blue almost skin-tight jacket and a black cap are what pull on your ropes but the messy black bun that peeks from under the cap, the various piercings and the dark purple eyes are what tie the knot.

his phone is in a little make-shift bag that surrounds his very big and glorious bicep and he has earphones on. you've never been this observant with a stranger before.

right when he passes by you, his eyes flick down to yours for a fraction of a second and then he's already gone. steady pace and steady steps as he heads down the path in the park, leaving you longing behind him.

you shake your head and once again, try to focus back on your reading. but it's even harder now that you know a man like that is just jogging around the place. you eye him from a distance away, wiping his sweat as he passes another runner. you've never seen anyone run as gracefully as he does. you force your eyes from him and glue them to the pages that lay neglected in your lap.

around eleven minutes later, you hear him again. you just know it's him by the sound of his steps, by the sound of his shoes hitting the ground – you look up and find him already looking at you as he closes in on you. there's a slight flush to his face, beads of sweat rolling from his temple and he looks gorgeous. he gives you a small smile, a really fucking charming one, and jogs on, leaving you staring at him again.

he does glance back at you, though. when he's a minute away and just when the path turns back around, his eyes search for you over the field of trees. his lips pull into a smirk when your head raises toward him and you drop it the second your eyes meet from far away. cute.

another ten minutes have passed and you've reread the same page four times now. the thought of quitting on the book is heavy on your mind as you consider just focusing on the man instead. it feels silly – stealing glances at a random crush at a park but you can't help it. he has wooed you with just about nothing; you don't know nothing about him other than the facts that 1. he's ridiculously good-looking and 2. he's a really fucking good runner. the lap he seems to be doing is one of the biggest ones in the park and yet he seems to be completing it in record time. maybe it's those long legs of his?

you twist and twirl the pen again until it slips from you, rolling onto the ground. you curse under your breath and then you hear him again. scrambling from your spot, you hastily grab the pen – a little afraid to be in his way; scared to embarrass yourself in front of him.

he's a bit more flushed this time around, sweatier and sexier. he exudes confidence; like not the type to be an annoying fuck-boy but more of a dangerous one. the type to break your heart like it's nothing but a glass toy. but then he gives you another smile and the thoughts fades. his smile is soft and his eyes crinkle as he does so. he nods his head at you and you do it back – you reckon you're really getting somewhere here. is this flirting works?

you watch him run off and almost die when he glances over his shoulder to get another look at you. a blink and you would've missed it – a wolfish grin; wide and sharp, it merely flashes at you but when you squint your eyes to observe him closer, he's already too far again.

your heart is beating way too fast for a person that's literally sitting down and your hands feel clammy. damn. luckily, you have the wind to help you cool down as you try to think of a plan to get his attention. you'd offer him water but that's a bit too far from a complete stranger. you'd ask him— what would you ask him? how's the run? no, that's bad. how's the weather? horrible. what kind of music are you listening to? c'mon, you can do better than that. come here often? awful, just awful. you decide that you won't say anything – stopping his run for some small talk would just be awkward and you'd rather just keep looking at him. that's the safe bet, that's what you'll do.

he's back. he's on his fourth lap and he doesn't seem to be stopping any time soon. all self-respect has gone with the dancing wind as you blankly stare at the handsome stranger. the tips of his ears have grown red too and he's really panting now. he's just so— he slows down. his steps falter a few feet from you and your eyes widen. well, you didn't really consider the possibility of him starting the conversation. you check the name of your book to make sure you won't make a complete fool of yourself and repeat your own name in your head. there's no room to fuck up with a guy like him.

he glances down at his feet and your eyes follow. oh... his laces are undone. that's... disappointing. you're about to curse yourself for even thinking that he'd actually wanna talk to you but his silky smooth voice breaks your little bubble.

"may i?" his slender finger is pointing the bench your sitting on and you can't to open your mouth, humming an reply instead. his posture is extraordinaly as he walks to you and plops down a bit too close for a stranger (you most definitely do not mind).

it's quiet for a moment before he speaks up again. "what are you reading?"

you quietly thank yourself for checking the name and introduce it to the man beside you. even as he's tying his shoelaces, he has a strong presence. he keeps glancing at you from the corner of his eye, letting you know that he is in fact listening to you. when he's done he leans back against the bench and sprawls out his arms on the backrest; one of his is dangerously close to your shoulder but he'd never make that move this early. he just wants to make clear that he is as interested as you are. he lets his legs spread out a little wider, situating himself a bit more comfortably on the wooden bench and you stealthily pinch yourself for stealing a look at his strong thighs.

"you know, i thought about what to say but i couldn't come up with anything good... 'how's the run?' is pretty stupid, isn't it?" you ramble as you feel yourself melt under his gaze.

"you thought about what to say?"

...

"i– "

your head falls down to your chest as your whole body heats up – now you're actually afraid of melting away. you hide your burning face in your palms and you sigh. so much for not embarrasing yourself, huh? he in turn, lets his head fall back as he grins up at the sky. his lip piercing shines under the greyish light and his eyes fall shut as he basks in your flustered state.

when he feels like your cuteness meter is just about full - he lets you off the hook. "that's really sweet of you."

peeking from between your fingers, you look at him. his eyes peer from underneath his cap, and in a way, it's really adorable how you're both hiding your eyes from each other. maybe not even hiding, but just, sheltering them. gauging when to finally drop the act and let yourselves stare at each other freely just the way you actually want to.

"not totally embarrassing?" you joke, forcing down the nervousness and letting a smile sprout on your lips instead.

"not at all." he assures with his saccharine voice. you almost believe him.

"it's never a bad thing to be prepared." you've known him for mere minutes but you know he's teasing. the tease is smoothly hidden in his charismatic tone but it's there nonetheless. a bead of sweat rolls from his temple and he wipes it with the back of his hand.

you bite the inside of your cheek as you drop your hands but avert your gaze, turning to the trees for a boost of strength.

he'd never admit it but... he too had to think of a way. he too thought that it'd be too weird to just ask about your book – he had to think of a way to break the first barrier. so, he untied his laced before he reached you. but that's a secret.

"suguru."

you whip your head your back to him, surprised by his little introduction. you repeat his name out loud and it tastes like honey, the syllables falling from your lips like a sweet goo. he does the same with yours and you swear you've never heard anyone say it the way he just did. there's a purr to his voice, coming from deep inside his chest - each letter is given so much thought and care. accompanied by the determined look in his eyes – you're just grateful you're already sitting down; he has your knees feeling weak, the muscles in your body tensing as he shifts just a little closer. barely an inch but it's enough to speed up your heart even more, enough for your body temperature to be reaching a new high.

his hand reaches over and you follow it in slow motion; you can hear your own heartbeat pounding in your ears as his fingertips graze your cheek. heat blooms from the touch and you feel like you're about to burst into a thousand little butterflies.

"you got a little something here..."

he takes notice of the warmth even though the contact lasted a fraction of a second – he's as observant as ever. his foxy eyes twinkle with a dose of smugness, a certain heat running through his body at the effects he seems to have on you.

pulling his hand back, he displays the single eyelash he just caught on his pointer finger right in front of your face. "c'mon, make a wish."

he watches your eyes flick from his finger to his eyes and then back down, he watches your brain work out your silly little wish. he thinks about what his would be and wonders whether you'd want the same.

you inhale sharply before blowing on his finger, letting the eyelash take flight and disappear with the wind. smiles bloom on your faces – the childish act bonding the two strangers forever.

"the run was good, by the way." he rests his hand back behind your shoulders, making you subconsciously lean closer. "the weather is good; i like this better. hard to focus when the sun is bearing down on you."

you nod your head, utterly bewitched by the man before you, and he knows it too. "'though it's hard to focus when i have you sitting here, too."

he has you hooked and he won't let you go. your eyes widen as his bore into you, absolutely feeding off of your every reaction.

"oh, you're killing me..."

"am i? i'm sorry for that, sweetheart."

you can't keep the groan that bubbles from the depths of your throat as you double over, hiding your face in your hands again. his quiet laughter rumbles through his chest and when you swear that when you raise your head, a singular sunray shines from behind the clouds. it lights up his smile, his eyes crinkling in the process. wow.

"when are you gonna come here again?"

there's no time to waste – you have to shoot your shot. you have to.

he lets the laughter die slowly, impressed by your sudden burst of confidence. "tomorrow."

"you run every day?" his ego grows in size at the surpised tone and he nods. "wait, how come i've never seen you before then?"

"maybe you were actually reading your book all those other times, hm?"

your heart does a little flip in your chest and you bite down into the soft flesh of your lip. he's sooooooooo...

he adjusts his hips on the bench and catches you looking. he's tempted to make another tease but—

"i would've definitely seen you if you were here. you're kind of hard to miss. very hard to miss actually."

he hides his reaction with a deep hum, infatuated with the fact that you can keep up with him so well despite your flustered state. "i just recently moved here, so... it'd actually be very nice to have somebody to show me around. the coffee would obviously be my treat, you know, if you're down for it, if you want to be that person for me."

his offer almost flies over your foggy head but his last words sink their claws into you at the last minute. the butterflies in your stomach are making you feel sick, a giddy nervousness swimming in your veins.

"i'd love to be that person for you." you nod your head, gluing your eyes to his as the final push to show you that you're as interested as he is. as if that wasn't clear enough already. "mainly for the the free coffee, though."

"right... right..." one of the corners of his lips is crooked upward and he looks so good. he looks like he bites, like he would sink his teeth into you so, oh, so gently and then lick the wound to make you all better again. you're really in it now.

unbeknownst to you – the sky has turned a shade darker, grey clouds now swarming the entirety of the field of blue above you and suddenly you feel a cold drop on your warm skin. and then another. and another. craning your neck up, you take in the foggy ceiling as the rain starts to soak your clothes.

you scramble to pack your bag, throwing your precious book in there before frantically looking for your pen only to have suguru hand it to you with a smile. "here."

"thank you."

you don't want to go. he doesn't want to go. the strap of your bag sits on your shoulder, the soles of your feet dig into the ground but nothing. you chew on your cheek and he picks at his fingernails – neither of you ready to part with each other just yet.

but thunder booms, yanking yourselves out of it. reminding that this chapter is only beginning and that the first page is always the shortest one anyway.

"you're gonna get a cold like this..."

"like what?" the water droplets cascade down his neck as he leans closer.

"oh, i don't know... sweaty and hot? what if the wind and the rain get to you and i don't get to have my free coffee, hm?"

he does want to bite you. his canines bite into his bottom lip as he observes you. how you're completely unfazed by the rain, how your confidence is clearly growing as you tempt him with your words.

"the wind and the rain have nothing on me, angel. i'd kill to get you that coffee." lightning strikes as his words fall from his tainted lips and he can't tear his eyes from you.

finally, he pushes himself off the bench and you watch him stretch his whole body like a big cat. an inch of skin shows itself from below his jacket, his happy trail making your eyes bulge before you clear your throat with a quiet cough and push yourself up aswell. making sure you have everything, you check your bag and your pockets and turn to him, only to find him already staring down at you. he's tall. he looked tall before too... but now that you're standing next to him – he's really fucking tall. and he seems to be thinking the same thing as he takes the oppurtunity to assert a little dominance by closing the distance between you.

"and maybe the rain will do you some good too... maybe it'll help you cool off, yeah?" there it is again – hidden by a tone of genuine advice – the tease. it slips from his curved lips with ease, with too much ease, and you hate that you can't even argue with him. you burn under his eyes and the rain is seemingly the only thing that's keeping you alive at this point.

"i think you should buy me so many coffees." you sigh, clutching onto your bag strap. he's towering over you, so you need just about anything and everything to keep your composure.

"yeah? what for?" he laughs. god, you love his laugh.

"for putting up with your teasing. i think i deserve a reward, honestly."

it looks like a scene out of a romantic little movie – the two lovers standing in the storm; fingers twitching beside their bodies, gazes lingering on each other for longer than they should. nobody would guess that this is your first meeting.

"terrible manners, by the way. i can't believe i'm still talking to you." you give him another sigh, albeit an overly dramatic one this time.

suguru hasn't been this beguiled since... ever probably. yes, his friends tend to give him snarky comments like this but it's entirely different coming from you. it gets his heart pumping like nothing else – the rush from the run has nothing on you.

"oh, my deepest apologies, your highness. shall i kiss thy hand before we part?"

his little bit coaxes out a loud cackle – his chest swells at the sweet melody, getting addicted already.

"yes! yes, i think you should do that, kind sir." your cheeks hurt from smiling when you hold your hand out for him, testing whether he'd actually do it.

(he's forcing down a full-body reaction at you calling him sir.)

suguru is not a man to back down and you're about to learn all about it. the thunder rumbles loudly, echoing through the park he takes your smaller hand into his bigger ones, raising it to his mouth. his purple eyes twinkle at you and your breaths are getting shorter and shorter. his lips graze your wet skin before he's fully pressing them against you, all while keeping eye contact with you.

a shiver runs up your back and you're about to pass out. or throw up. or die. something is happening to you and he's the sole reason behind it.

he lowers your hand and offers you another dangerous grin; his sharp teeth glint from behind his pretty lips as the lighting flashes again and you gulp.

"don't die on me now."

...

your jaw drops and you place your hands on your hips, tilting your chin up to show your 'annoyance'. "exactly what was the point of the kiss, if you plan on continuing your little act, hm, suguru?"

"the point is to get to kiss you again."

..................................

oh.

this stranger will be the death of you. your whole body flushes again, your own built up cockiness fades away, leaving you small and shivering before him. the perfect prey ready for picking.

"not today though. can't have the highness grow too big, now can i? but perhaps next time? over that promised coffee?" his voice is sticky and sweet, meant as a trap to catch little doves like you.

you squeak out a mhmm as he's already getting his phone from his little bag.

by now, you're both absolutely soaked. the spring thunder cleans you from the groggy winter feelings and thoughts and gives life to... whatever this is going to bloom into.

you exchange your socials, giggling at how the screens refuse to cooperate under the rain but you get it done nonetheless.

"please, don't get sick."

"if i do, you'd nurse me back to health though, wouldn't you?"

you slap his chest, unable to bear the teasing little remarks any longer. his charisma knows no bounds and it's 100% not what you expected him to be like. maybe you should've – the eyes betray him.

"probably, yeah. nurse you from this horrendeous act. where are you learning it from anyway? some terrible love coach?" you scoff.

"something like that yeah." he trails off, once again hypnotized by the way your wet eyelashes shine when you blink up at him.

"okay-okay, we have to stop this now or we'll both get sick." you shake your head, physically trying to remove every thought of him that has been swimming in your head for the past hour or so. he hums as a reply. he fixes the cap on his head and awaits for you to make the first move.

it's taking everything in you to do so – it's almost as if you're glued there, right in front of him and it just feels right. his voice is right, his words are right, his eyes are right, his lips, his teases; but when the thunder booms again, you know it in your guts that he's gonna be in your life for a long time.

this kind of turned into smth way different than i intended but i'm not mad hihihi

[doestalker]

in smoker geto we trust 🛐

yes we dooo so here's more smoker!geto !!

your legs wobbled and seemed to have a mind of their own as you tried to navigate through the sweaty bodies in the nightclub. the colorful lights blurred your vision, and you were pretty sure you stepped on more than a few toes with your heels. the music's heavy bass thudded in your chest, and instead of pulling you in, it made you feel more disconnected. the air was thick with a mixture of perfume and the smell of too many bodies together, it was all too much. fuck, i need some fresh air, you thought as you pushed foward towards the inviting green sign that read 'exit'.

as you stepped outside, finally breaking free from the chaos of the club, the cool air hit your face, a refreshing contrast to the stifling heat inside. you fumbled with your coat, trying to slip it on, and staggered slightly before finding your balance. leaning against the rough brick wall next to the entrance, you took a moment to steady yourself, savoring the crisp night air as it began to soothe your senses.

out of the corner of your eye, you could see someone was standing a few feet away from you, on the other side of the door. you turned your head a little, it was one of the kitchen staff taking a smoke break, judging by the basic white tee under a black apron.

he wore his long hair like a cloak of jet black, while his weary eyes were framed by faint dark circles, revealing a depth of fatigue—evident even from a distance. a cigarette, halfway burned, dangled from his lips. the glow of ember lit up his face amid the darkness of the street as he exhaled a thin stream of smoke, his head resting against the wall, watching it swirl up into the night.

for a moment, he caught you staring and you blushed. despite his tired looks, he was undeniably attractive and you were sure you looked a mess of frizzy hair and sweaty makeup. he gave you a lazy side smirk.

"can i have one?" you asked, voice cracking a little mid sentence. you cleared your throat.

he looked you up and down, then let out a soft, amused laugh. "what's the magic word, princess?" his voice was like velvet—soft and deep, as if the cheshire cat had stepped out of the shadows and become human.

you ignored the heat burning in the pit of your stomach. "please?"

his smile widened, accentuating his monolids and wrinkling the outer corners of his eyes. with a casual grace, he reached into the front pocket of his apron and pulled out a pack of menthol cigarettes. he picked one and handed it to you.

as you put the filter over your lips, you turned to him, a touch of embarrassment on your eyes. "do you have a lighter?" you asked, your voiced tinged with shyness from asking him for something again.

he chuckled softly, brushing off your embarrassment with a reassuring nod as he walked over to stand in front of you. he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small silver lighter. with a flick of his thumb, the metal wheel sparked and a tiny flame flickered to life. he held the lighter steady, the warm glow briefly illuminating your face, as he brought it closer to the cigarette on your lips.

you breathed in the intoxicating blend of his cologne and nicotine as you took a deep drag, and he watched with a faint, satisfied smile, his eyes still twinkling with that lazy, knowing glint.

"what's your name?" you asked, exhaling the smoke through your nostrils.

"suguru geto," replied the tired man in front of you. you couldn’t help but think that exhaustion had never looked so attractive on anyone else. "my break's over, but here," he said, pulling a pen out of his apron pocket and taking your hand. he scribbled his number in black ink on your forearm before giving you a mischiveous wink. "in case you're out of lighters."

[sughuru]

curses, its so bitter.

- geto suguru x reader

The burden of consuming curses takes an emotional toll on Suguru, elevated by the recent loss of Amanai Riko. As Suguru retreats into his own silent struggles, the caring intervention of their partner becomes a source of warmth and healing.

genres/warnings: angsty, fluffy, hurt/comfort, minor character death, spoilers for JJK season 2(?)

notes: got an exam tomorrow but i'm writing this instead 😭 anyways, enjoy!! i'm going to sleep now, gn (nah i'm going to study fr wml!) as always, english isn't my first language, so ignore the grammatical errors, sorry!

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Exorcise. Absorb. No one else understands what cursed spirits taste like. It's like swallowing a dirty rag that’s been used to clean up shit and vomit. Geto Suguru believed that no one in this world understood what he was going through; maybe he’s right. After all, it's rare for a curse user to actually like the taste of it.

You knocked on his bedroom door, “Suguru?” your voice laced with a hint of worry. 

Suguru remained silent, his form unmoving on the bed as he replayed the details of the earlier mission in his mind. The echoes of the mission played relentlessly in his mind, each moment etched with the bitter taste of failure. The weight of regret pressed upon him as he struggled with accepting the harsh truth – he couldn't save her. Amanai Riko; the girl had dreams, and Suguru couldn't forgive himself for failing to shield her from her doom. 

You quietly entered the room out of concern for your boyfriend, “babe.”

You approached his lying figure, “you haven’t eaten all day…” you worriedly muttered, your hands reached out to touch his shoulder but he quickly turned around, his back was now facing you.

“Not hungry.” he replied briefly, you noticed the slight crack in his voice.

While you may have not been a curse user but you were well aware of his habits. Whenever Suguru ate a curse, the lingering taste of the curse would hinder him from eating actual food. Combining that and the death of Amanai Riko, he wallowed in grief and sadness with an empty stomach.

Of course, as the loving significant other you are, you refused to let your boyfriend starve or struggle for another minute.

“Don’t be like that…” You sighed, touching his back. This time, he didn’t flinch or move away. That’s good.

You gave yourself some time to think, “how about tea? I can make some tea for you right now.” 

Suguru hummed, not having the energy to respond to you. Honestly, he felt bad for ignoring you like this. All he wants to do right now is pull you close to him and mutter apologies for being so…so emotional right now, but he doesn’t have the energy to do so.

You left the room and once again, Suguru was left alone in the room with his thoughts.

Was he being too harsh on you? Will you leave him because he’s treating you like shit right now? Is it wrong of him to be pushing you away like this?

So many questions yet none of them had a concrete answer.

You returned with a cup of tea in one hand, some leftover cookies you baked from trying out a new recipe. You set the cookies by the night stand, “I got your tea.”

He ignores you.

“It’s your favorite. Chamomile with a teaspoon of honey.” 

Suguru shifted, facing you before mustering the energy and courage to sit up. His voice, hoarse and weary, as if he hadn't had a sip of water in days. "You... really didn't have to trouble yourself, really," he replied, acknowledging the concern you showed. The fatigue in his tone hinted at the toll recent events had taken on him.

“Nonsense.” she smiled, handing him the cup, “I enjoy taking care of you.”

Suguru managed to smile slightly, you noticed his eyes didn’t wrinkle like it used to, it no longer had that spark and his eyebags were more prominent. Of course you weren’t blaming him but you can’t help but feel sad realizing just how much his technique has been impacting him, especially after his most recent mission.

“Thanks.” 

“Now,” she said as her hand slowly made its way to his free hand, “do you want to talk?” He sighs, “Okay.”

"I just–" he starts, "eating curses, it tastes like shit. I hate it, yet I have to do it," he says, his voice carrying a mixture of frustration and resignation.

“Worst part is,” he adds as he squeezed your hand, “the worst part is, when you eat real food, you think of the curse you most recently ate…making it taste like it.” he explains as he took a sip of his tea.

You stroke his hand with your thumb, reassuring him in your own way, “I’m sorry you have to go through that.”

Suguru’s tone changed into more of a hateful tone, “it's because of those…those monkeys. I have to eat their curses.” he muttered, “I hate them. Useless monkeys.”

“Monkeys?”

"Humans. Non-sorcerers," he explained, taking another sip of his tea. "Curses spawn through non-sorcerers' negative energy," he continued, his tone carrying a distinct bitterness, as if the very thought angered him. 

Why the hell should Jujutsu sorcerers lose their life over something non-jujutsu sorcerers do? Why should they protect the weak, why should the strong protect the weak?

It angered him, the bitterness evident in every word as he expressed his frustration. "Not only are humans – monkeys, useless, but they're also the reason why Jujutsu sorcerers die on a daily basis. At the very least, if you’re useless, don’t make shit harder for us," he muttered with a tone that carried a mix of irritation and exhaustion.

You continued to hum, your thumb stroking his hand gently. Suguru rarely opened up about his true feelings. If anything, he played the role of everyone's therapist, ‘everyone’ being you and his best friend, Satoru.

Satoru looks for him after an earful from Yaga or calls him whenever he has no one else to try out the newest mochi shop that opened just around the corner. Suguru was also your rock; you'd go to him when you felt down or depressed, and even if you didn't, he always found out and looked after you.

Slowly, everything– being the therapist friend, Amanai Riko’s death, curse eating, school, it was all too much for him; instead of seeking you out and finding comfort, he chose to keep quiet, letting his negative emotions swallow him, making him feel like an empty seed.

“You know what else hurts?” He dryly laughed, “the fact that no one– well, almost no one noticed I’ve been quieter, I’ve been going out less and less.” He looked at you with hurt in his eyes, an expression you’ve never seen before.

“Shoko is busy studying to be a med student, Satoru probably could care less about how I feel, and you…” he looked away, “you’re probably only here out of pity.”

You widen your eyes, “Suguru, no, of course not.”

“Why?” he looks at you once again, “why did you come find me today?” Suguru asks, his eyes were looking for something in yours, an answer, perhaps?

You played with his fingers, tugging on them gently one by one, “you’ve been severely sad these past few days, Satoru, Shoko, me– hell, even Nanami and Haibara noticed as well.” You laughed dryly, “I couldn’t just sit here and leave you alone.” 

Suguru pulled you into a hug, “thank you, love.”

You hummed, hugging him back before he suddenly laid back down onto the bed, turning the hug into a cuddle, “now, will you please try and eat something?” you giggled.

Suguru, who seemed to be feeling better smiled, “okay, maybe a bite of that cookie won’t hurt.”

[moonsatosugu]

omg HI BESTIE if requests r open may i pleek get bf texts w geto he’s so boyfie 🩵🥰🩵🫣

boyfriend texts w/ geto

genre: crack, comedy

warnings: tiny bit suggestive

a/n: i hope this met your ideal view of bf geto (;﹏;) and i’m getting to other requests, don’t worry i’ve seen them ! it’s just taking me a bit to get to them and finish ᕙ( ^ ₒ^ c) thank you for reading ! pretend i spelled triple right, i was trippin’ 😭

[colonelarr0w]

"Cleaning up?" Geto asks with a curious tilt of his head, watching as you lift another framed photograph from your bedside table. You smile, turning on your heel.  

"Yeah, that and I wanted to replace a couple of the pictures," you answer, gesturing to the photo frames lying face up on your bed. Geto follows your gaze, humming thoughtfully. "Want to help me pick them out?" 

Geto smiles, closing the distance between you both and placing a sweet kiss against your forehead. Your arms wrap around his waist, holding him close to you. His eyes wander down to the photograph in your hands – it was one of you, himself, Nanako, and Mimiko.  

Nanako and Mimiko are hanging off of Geto's outstretched arms, their lips turned upward in bright smiles. You're standing just in front of Geto, hands hovering beneath the twin girls just in case either one of them were to fall.  

"Don't replace that one," Geto says suddenly, reaching a larger hand out and taking the frame from you. He smiles at it, then returning it to your hand. You chuckle breathily, stepping out of his embrace and turning to glance at the other photographs you had laid out on your bed.  

"I like that one too. But what about these?" 

You receive no answer. 

"Sugu?" You turn back to where he had been standing, tilting your head curiously. The space he occupied was empty.  

"Mama? Who are you talkin' to?" Nanako peeks her head into your bedroom, her eyebrows pinching together in confusion as she pushes your door open. You still, eyes flickering down to the frame in your hands. Your fingers tighten over it, eyes pricking with tears. "Mama?" 

"Nothin' honey," you reply tearfully, smiling shakily at her as you swipe the backs of your knuckles against your eyes.  

"It was nobody." 

[comicalgrievance]

suguru geto as a gentle lover

ft. fem!reader, suguru geto

pls do not interact if you're a minor xx

content: gentle sex, subspace (implied), p in v sex (unprotected dont be silly wrap your willy), lots of aftercare

idk i just imagine suguru being the sweetest little thing ever in bed, like he could be dominant if he wanted to be... but im sure there are times where he sees that fucked out look in your eyes... and he switches gears IMMEDIATELY

gets so gentle, sweet and intimate with you... "oh baby am i being too rough? come here let me take care of you" as he pulls out and dips his head in between your thighs, just to take his time making sure you feel good

lightly grazing his hands over your whole body... reaching up to caress your face... and by the time he's done down there you are BEGGING him to fuck you more

"only if you insist my love" and he spreads your legs wide for him so you can take his cock all the way... feeling it just stretch and spread you... but he still makes sure he's being very aware of your reactions and being gentle as he strokes in and out of you slowly...

by the time you finished for the millionth time, and he finished inside of you he is the KING of aftercare. "love stay right there, i'm grabbing a towel and some water and we'll get you ready for bed okay?" and he just lays there and holds you after getting you settled. putting his hands in your hair, and just singing your favorite song to put you to sleep....

anyways... im horny and sappy goodbye

[dorkszn]

[ 2:43 AM ] suguru getou x reader

suguru loves going to bed with you more than anything. nights where you lay down with him, your hands running through his hair and massaging his scalp, his face buried in your chest while he holds you close, softly caressing your back.

he can’t sleep without you in bed with him. but there’s some nights where he still can’t seem to sleep but he loves watching you. you’re at total peace when sleep (unless you have a nightmare.) the moonlight hits your face perfectly, highlighting your pretty lashes and soft lips.

then there are nights when you just refuse to come to bed. whether you’re up studying or playing games, you won’t come to bed. suguru wants nothing more than to lay down right now but he can’t without you.

“baby, come to bed, you have classes tomorrow.” he sighs.

“yeah, yeah, i know but i’m not tired.” you mindlessly reply, not even looking at him.

“you should still get some rest.”

“i’ll be ready after this last chapter, okay?”

he huffs and stocks over to you, long black hair shifting on his shoulders. you yelp when picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. “suguru!”

“don’t worry about it, i got a bit more energy too.” he murmurs, a smug look on his face.

this leads to him carrying you to your shared bedroom and carefully dropping you on the bed. he kneels on the bed, staring down at you with a soft lust in his sleepy eyes.

“s—suguru!” you cry out, hands balling up around his soft sheets. his cock strokes your walls, his tip kissing your sweet spot. each thrust drags a whine from you as he groans above you. “s’too much.”

“c’mon baby, you can give me one more. you had so much energy.” he tells you, continuing his relentlessly pace. your legs tremble below your weight, threatening to let you fall onto his creaking bed.

you feel your third or fourth orgasm building up in the pit of your stomach. “nooo sugu, i can’t.” you whine, eyes glossy and drool leaking from your lips.

“take it, sweetheart. you can’t be tired yet.” your boyfriend’s hand wraps around your throat as he pushes you down into the sheets. his hips connect to yours into a slow but deep rhythm. your eyes roll back while you moan into his pillows.

“fuck, m’gonna—” you babble.

“go ahead—ngh, cum for me, baby. cum on my dick again.” suguru murmurs to you, his free hand wraps around yours, interlocking your fingers from behind. your walls suddenly tighten around his cock.

you mewl out his name repeatedly, your body shaking from the familiar feeling. your body slumps under his weight as cum spurts from his tip, coating your insides white for your second, maybe third time. you couldn’t remember.

your eyelids hang low on your eyes, feeling heavier than before. suguru falls onto his side, pulling you into his chest. his cock still buried deep inside you. “goodnight, my love.” he presses a soft kiss onto your temple.

(omg i hate this)

[ohimsummer]

this is torture.

this is the closest suguru's ever been in his life to begging for someone to suck him off. he wonders if he's angered you to deserve such a punishment.

maybe he was a little too loud coming home last night and he woke you up. but no, that can't be it. you're usually a heavy sleeper, and even if you were awake at whatever ungodly hour he returned, it's because you chose to be.

it could be that you're paying him back for teasing you with the feather toy for so long yesterday. though, that doesn't sound right, either, if your wide pupils and flicking tail were any indicator. you weren't frustrated, just being playful.

suguru realizes he's overthinking things. you're not teasing him—not on purpose, anyway. this display of behavior is quite the opposite. if he's truly pissed you off, you'd be ignoring him entirely. no, cat hybrids groom their owners to show that they love them.

which means suguru will have to remain sitting here, with a clenched fist on the couch's armrest, as you continue to groom the hairs of his happy trail. you've been at it for a while now, licking the dark path of hairs to your heart's content, not yet satisfied with their appearance. there's a loud rumble emitting from your throat. your tail swishes idly behind you, and suguru feels the occasional poke of your claws as you knead at his thigh. somehow the nip of pain turns him on further.

he sighs. you're lucky you're cute.

[kissofsuguru]

GOLDEN BOY..

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〔 SUGURU GETO X GN!READER 〕

WARNINGS: fluff, just some sweet geto <3

→ SUMMARY: a little drabble I came up with, thrift shopping with suguru.. inspired by this pic♥︎

→ WC: 250

Thinking about suguru, and all of his gentle mannerisms.

His long, silky tresses that flow effortlessly down his back on his off days.

The way the sunlight beams off of his unblemished skin when the two of you walk alongside eachother.

The way his fingertips lightly brush yours when one of you exchange something by hand.

Even the hushed tone of his voice, that speaks to you and others oh so delicately, and with upmost respect.

Rather it be one of his physical attributes that transpires so charmingly or his presence alone— you can’t help but notice the tender aura surrounding him.

Going thrift shopping with him, something only the two of you do together: all because the both of you take a liking to cozy sweaters and the usually tranquil atmosphere.

Comforting silence hanging in the air as you stand side by side, skimming the racks of clothing.

The way his hands ever so gently grace your shoulder or the side of your waist when he slides by you in the aisle, his murmurs of approval, and even his slight nods.

You watch aimlessly as he glides through the rack himself, until he lands on one that complimented him all too well— and after you vocalize your opinion, he flashes you that gentle smile of his.

The one where he tilts his head to the side in thanks, the soft and appreciative one you know and love all too well.

That smile that envelops you with warmth, every. Single. Time.

© KISSOFSUGURU 2024 : plagiarism, modification, translation, and any other faltering of her works are prohibited.

[kirishwima]

This is a kinda self insert thing but uh-

What if the jjk boys come hope one day to see their S/O taking down stickers they had on their wall. But putting up the stickers was one of the last activities they did with their family when they were younger. The boys knew this so they're super confused and stuff but their S/O is just like "Well, I figured they were really childish and if we're going to live together you probably wouldn't wanna see them everyday."

I'm so awkward, I'm sorry 😅

aweee sweetness thats so cute 🥺🥺 my room also used to be full of those glow in the dark stars i loved them

i cant really think of a way to format this into a SMAU BUT here's my thoughts on how they'd react on the matter!

Gojo would come into the room to tease you (like always) before noticing what you're doing, his grin immediately fading.

"Woah woah woah, what're you doing? Those looked so pretty why're you pulling them off?!"

When you explain why he just frowns, crosses his arms over his chest. He scoffs when you say they're 'childish', bending at the waist to lean closer to you.

"Babe, do you forget who you're gonna be living with? I love those silly stickers. Love 'em more 'cuz they're part of your story. So c'mon, let's get some tape and put them back up, hm? Oh! Better yet, let's add more!!"

...aaand that's how you end up with a wall full of various stickers, and whenever Satoru sees a sticker sheet he likes, he buys two pairs-one to put on his students' exam sheets when grading, and one to put up on the wall alongside the ones from your childhood ✨

Geto leans onto the door frame, observing you for a long moment, before asking "What're you doing?"

When you explain he just nods slowly, already scheming something behind those dark eyes of his.

"Baby, are you sure that's what you want? You know I don't mind one bit if those stickers are up there or not. If anything, I'm pretty sure the girls would love 'em."

When you insist he doesn't push it, lets you take them off the wall. The next day though when you get home, you find the wall the stickers were placed on has now been painted over with chalk paint-essentially turning the entire thing into to a black board, Nanako and Mimiko gleefully drawing flowers, bunnies, writing scribbles up on it with pink and blue chalk.

Suguru stands a few feet behind them, and though he's not writing anything right now, you can see a couple doodles clearly made by him up on the wall, his palms stained white and pink and blue. He turns to you with a grin, nodding for you to come closer.

When you do he hands you a few different colored chalks, kisses you on the cheek.

"I know those stickers held a ton of memories for you-so I figured since you took them off, we could make some new memories. Together."

Nanami comes home just as you remove the last sticker, noticing you piling the removed stickers on a nearby table. He frowns at your actions, asks you what it is you're doing. He...doesn't say much when you explain it to him, merely nods. You might've thought he didn't care-though you'd be wrong.

Later that night, you find Nanami at the living room, a file opened up on his lap, a clear film inside it where he oh-so-carefully sticks the stickers you'd taken off of the wall, delicately placing them so they resemble the constellation they were shaped like when placed onto the wall.

You lean over him to see what he's doing and he casually turns and kisses you, smiling.

"These mean a lot to you. Just because they're not placed up on display still doesn't mean they deserve to be discarded."

So that's how you end up with the so-called 'memory file', wherein you place little bobs and trinkets from your life with Nanami-ticket stubs, polaroid pictures, and of course, those stickers.

[ayyy-pee]

ngl i ate an e*ible and now i'm thinking about what it'd be like being pregnant and married to suguru and i'm pulling my hair out. pls bear with me bc i proofread nothing i literally typed and never looked back

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grocery shopping has become such a chore.

you're so tired but you don't trust him to pick out produce the way you like it, so you go every time and waddle alongside him. but then he heads to the meats area, and just the sight alone of the raw chicken has your stomach churning. there's no way you can go over there without getting sick! but suguru knows this, knows all things that trigger your morning sickness (which...how come no one ever told you that morning sickness does not only happen in the morning?!) anyway, suguru distracts you easily.

"love, can you head over to the baby aisle and see if they have that monitor we were talking about the other day? i checked on the store site and they said it should be in stock."

you know what he's doing but you don't question it. not when he hits you with that little smile he keeps just for you. the little smile that got you into this situation in the first place. so you go and look for this monitor that suguru just has to have, though you're positive he's already ordered it.

showers have never felt so good before. with the growing pains happening all throughout your body due to the baby, lately it feels like the only relief you get it from the heat of the running water. but today, today you're a blubbering mess standing in the tub because you made the mistake of not appreciating your showers to the fullest when you had the chance. you made the mistake of blinking, and now your belly is so round that you can't see your legs to shave them.

it's two minutes of you crying softly as the water runs over you before you hear the hard and rushed steps of your husband. then he's slamming through the door and swiping the shower curtain aside. his dark eyes assess you, confirming you're okay before he's looking at you with clear confusion.

"what's wrong?"

you feel stupid, but the hormones won't let you just get over it! "i..." you sniffle. "i can't see my legs..."

suguru's gaze falls to your limbs, then back to your face, hidden behind your hands. "okay...?"

"i want to shave my legs..." you sigh shakily. "but i can't see them. i can't even bend over to see them..."

you hear rummaging on the other side of the bathroom, then your husband is back, falling to his knees beside the bathtub you stand in. "give me your leg." he commands.

you shake your head. "no."

"give me your legs. i'll shave them for you. i'll be careful, baby."

and after several minutes of him trying to convince you, you finally give in. and you lie in bed rubbing your smooth legs against your husbands.

[karusthings]

.⋆˚࿔ w h e r e d i d s h e g o - s. geto ࿐˚⋆.

ꎫ──[ boyfriend au ; drabble ]

character dynamicꎫ── boyfriend!geto x f!reader

summaryꎫ── you had an argument. now, his mind can't be quiet.

content warningsꎫ── 18+, MDNI, hurt no comfort, heartbreak, angst, mention of alcohol, trauma, argument, major character death, car accident, hallucinations.

wordsꎫ── 358.

¡! ❞ masterlist jjk.

There’s a ghost in my house, and she’s wearing your clothes. She looks like someone I used to know. She sings the melodies that you wrote, and looks at me with tears in her eyes. Behind every cry, I can only hear a scream in my head asking me… “Where did she go?”

I have seen so many throughout my life, and yet the sight of you is more than I can bear. I have been strong, brave, like the storm on a sea… But now the curtains have fallen, and all that I can do is outrun the dark. The walls are full of mirrors, each one asking the same thing: What became of the man I once was?

“What has Suguru Geto become?” “Where has he gone?”

Now, he hides behind Faustian trades… the alcohol that fill the deepest gaps of that place he once called home.

All because he couldn't face the memory of that fateful moment, when he told you what, naively, would become the last words you'd ever hear from the man you once called the love of your life.

“I don’t need you”

And God, how wrong he was. Now, as he listened to the soft humming in the dead of night, that man mourned the fact that it hadn’t been him who walked out of the house that day. The one who ended up lying on the pavement, with countless dreams and ambitions slipping slowly from his fingertips, as his final breath escaped his lungs.

I hug my legs, closing my eyes and trying to have some sleep in between shadows, mournings and ghosts.

“Where did she go?…” “Where did she go?…” “Where did she go?…”

The friction of the words was slowly erasing my mind during those hours when I still didn’t know the cruel fate you had suffered. Now, the torturous question has become a replay that echoes the guilt without rest, whenever my body is not under the influence of some evasive substance.

I wish I could get rid of all this pain and be free, but that argument destroyed two lives that could never be repaired again.

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¡! ❞ little note; Hi everyone! I hope you're having or had a great day. Okey, I'm kinda stressed these days so I wanted to write some angst... and since I'm obsessed with the song "Where did she go" by Saleka, why not turn it into a very short drabble? I hope you liked it, it took me a while to edit ;; Thank you!!

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