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wolfish-trickster · 1 month

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I want to choose you now

Gojo x fem!reader, Geto x fem!reader

Part 4

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Word count: 2K

Summary: Gojo comes to you to talk. You and him decide to have a serious conversation again. Both of you make some hurtful freudian slips, but Gojo still tries to win you back.

Warnings: bad grammar (possibly), typos, angst, very little comfort

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Gojo knocked on the old door with probably too much force but he didn't really care.

He was well rested, freshly shaved and nicely dressed. The sky was clear with birds chasing eachother in the air which smelled like fresh flowers. It was a beautiful spring day. If it wasn't for the anxiety and guilt crushing his chest he would call this the ideal weekend.

Some shuffling behind the door and a sound of key unlocking said door later and Gojo was met with his old friend's face.

"Hey Shoko," he tried sounding nonchalant but it came out forced and fake, "is Y/N here?"

"Yes," she said and stood firmly in the free space between the halfway opened door and the doorframe, "will you cause trouble?"

"Don't you know me?" he teased with a nervous smile. Shoko didn't smile. Gojo gulped. "I won't. Promise."

This made Shoko smile. A little bit. "Good, you can come in," she opened the door wider and stepped out of the way.

It's been a while since Gojo's been to this place. Most of his time lately has been devided equally between Geto's and his shared home with Y/N. Well, more or less equally. But even though some furniture got replaced and Shoko rearranged a decoration here and there he could still feel the remnance of the trio they once were. The framed picture of their highschool graduation above the fireplace. The almost unnoticible stain on the carpet from Gojo's messy way of drinking milk after Geto dared him to eat the spiciest chili they could buy. Shoko didn't even change the kitchen table. He could still see that little burned spot from Shoko teaching both Geto and Gojo how to smoke. Gojo smiled when he remembered how both of them coughed like crazy and Geto almost burned down the whole kitchen with his fallen cigarette, hence the burned spot. And right next to it sat...

"Hi," you greeted in a small voice. Even though you tried to have neutral face he could see the sadness behind your eyes. The dissapointment. It fueled Gojo to fight even harder to earn your trust again.

"Can we talk?" He said without a greeting.

You and Shoko exchanged a look he couldn't decipher.

"Is there something to talk about?" You asked in return. Your seemingly neutral expression turned hostile with your eyebrows lowering over your eyes creating a slight scowl.

He realized he should've greeted.

"Yes, there is," he said gently and slowly took a step towards the kitchen table. You didn't flinch or tried to move away from him, which he took as a good sign.

"Like?"

"Us."

You shook your head. "There is no us Gojo."

He felt mild anxiety before. Now he felt like he could throw up.

"You blew it Satoru," said Shoko from behind him, "apologize, make peace and go."

"Since when are you on her side?" He snapped without thinking.

"What the hell Gojo?" you half yelled at him.

His head snapped back at you. "I-I didn't mean it like that. I-" his head kept turning from Shoko to you. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He needs to play this right. He can't afford another fuck up. "I'm sorry. But can you leave me and Y/N alone for a while?" he turned to Shoko with a pleading look he knew will work on her. He has mastered it over the years. "Please."

Shoko pondered it for a while. In the end she closed her eyes and sighed. "I need to go to class anyways," she said as she passed him to get her phone from where she left it to charge in the kitchen. Neither of you corrected her it's weekend and therefore no school.

After changing from pyjamas she walked to the front door. "Don't wreck my house, okay?"

Gojo didn't know who was this sentence meant for but he still nodded and mouthed a 'thanks'.

The door closed. The air got even more tense somehow. Gojo wanted to say everything at once but he had no idea how to start.

He pointed at the chair that was next to you, question in his eyes behind his black shades.

You nodded.

He smiled in relief and and turned the chair so he was fully facing you but sitting on it backwards as well to have the backrest to hold onto.

"So," he started and pushed the lump in his throat as deep as possible, "I had a talk with Suguru and-" you squirmed in your seat.

"Let me finish!" he quickly said in panic you'd walk out again after mentioning his best friend. "Just please let me finish."

"I didn't say anything," you said calmly.

"Yes but," he realized arguing with you would make the already bad situation even worse. "Nevermind," he looked at the floor. He never realized how much it resembled the one at Suguru's.

"Go on. You talked with Geto and?"

"Right," he nodded, "I talked with him and he made me realize I don't want to loose you. You are very important to me and now I see why you were upset. I admit, I was really spending too much time with him. But, I'm willing to try minimize my time with him and maximize the time I have with you."

You scoffed and smiled, still avoiding looking him in the eyes. "So you needed a third person to realize something was wrong with you?"

Gojo frowned. "There's nothing wrong with me."

You nodded. "Okay, sorry. I worded it wrong. But you understand don't you?"

"Yes, I do," he didn't. But in fear of making it worse he left it at that.

"Good," you leaned back. "At least we're getting somewhere."

He nodded. "Look, Suguru told me there were two types of love, one for friends and other for lovers. All my life I thought there was just one type of love. I was really confused when I first started having feelings towards you. At our first anniversary I realized I even forgot he even existed," a sad chuckle.

"I think," he continued, "that was the point when I wanted to spend more time with him. As to not lose him," he clarified.

Your expression slowly turned from neutral to sad to heartbroken.

"But I'm willing to fix that! As Suguru said you should be loved in a way a girlfriend is and I'll learn just that!"

"Oh, so you only loved me as a best friend till now?" You snapped and finally looked at him.

"No, that's not what I said," he raised his hands, palms turned towards you, as if he was calming down a wild animal. "I just told you I'm willing to work for this and even that isn't good enough for you?"

"Gojo-"

"Satoru."

"Gojo," you frowned at him. "I don't want to be with someone who literally has to learn how to love me."

"But I can do that," he said softly. "I can do that for you. See?" He reached out to wipe the tear slowly making its way down your cheek. "I can-"

You slapped his hand away before it could even touch you. "Why?"

"Huh?"

"Why do you want to be with me so much? You're free to hang out with Suguru as much as you'd like now that you're not with me."

Gojo closed his mouth. Did he hear correctly? "Why did you call him Suguru and not Geto?"

"Oh my god," you rolled your eyes, "that's what stuck with you? Out of all..."

"Answer me! Why are you using his first name and not mine?"

"It slipped out! Don't avoid-"

"Slipped out, my ass," he rubbed the bridge of his nose under his glasses. "Do you like him more than me now? A guy you barely met versus a guy you've been with for three years!"

"Can you stop?!" you cried out.

"Oh, why? Because I hit a sore spot? Did you get bored of me and developed a crush on him instead? Is that why you caused this whole mess in the first place? To break up with me even though I try so-"

"Me?!" You asked in disbelief. "It was you who was never home! And now you're blaming me for that?" your chest kept rising and falling rapidly. You placed a hand on it to calmed it down.

"No, I'm not blaming you for anything. See it's not my fault you had no one but me to fill your time!"

Quiet. You leaned away from him deeper into the chair.

"Y/N, I-" he had no words. How does he fix this. "I didn't-"

"Can you just answer the damn question?" you wiped your tears and gathered enough courage to look him in the eye. "After all of this, why are you still here? Why do you want me back? Don't you hate me?"

He violently shook his head. "No, god no! I could never."

"Then why?"

"You mean a lot to me."

You raised your eyebrows. "And?"

"And..." he needed to buy some time to think. What did you want to hear from him? What words would make you believe he really wants to have you back? "And I love you?"

Sad chuckle. "You're not even sure about that yourself."

"I am!" He argued back and cringed. He must've sounded like a stubborn child to you. "I love you Y/N. I really do. And if you think I don't then teach me what kind of love you want me to have for you."

"I already told you," you groaned. "I don't want you to force yourself to love me. I wnat someone who will want to love me on their own."

"I don't force myself. I really do love you. But it's obviously not enough or the right kind. Please Y/N."

He reached for your hands and even though you pulled them away he still grabbed them and held them. They were cold as ice.

"We felt good together, right? We had fun, we went out, we talked all night long. Don't throw this away. I don't want to be alone."

His hands held yours as if his life depended on it.

"So you just don't want to be alone," you concluded and sniffled.

He shook his head. "No," he wanted to say more but he didn't know what. He wanted you back. To hug you as the two of you fall asleep. To cook with you again. Spend time with you. Even without Suguru. He was ready to try that. He'll be there, just as he said. Gojo tried telling his head and his heart it's okay to neglect Suguru now. Focusing on you will become his priority. He'll do better this time. He begged his mouth to say all of that. And yet.

No words fell. From you nor him.

Clock kept ticking. Sun shone through Shoko's replaced window and created a beautiful rainbow which fell on your joined hands. Gojo smiled. Then something fell on the back of his hand. A tear.

He looked up. You were crying, but your head was also pretty far away. The tear that fell was his. His head maybe didn't know yet. But his heart. It knew.

You freed one of your hands and wiped his cheek. "You know what's the worst though?" you asked through your tears.

"Hmm?"

"It's not how you refuse to aknowledge you were in the wrong. Or how you still want to force Suguru into all of this when it should be just the two of us. It's none of that," you stood up and for the first time someone towered over Gojo and he felt true fear of what was about to come. "It's how you talked so much and yet you never said sorry."

"You sure they won't kill eachother there?" Geto asked as he gave Shoko his own lighter. Shoko threw her old one away and gladly accepted her friend's.

"I hope they won't," she slipped a new cigarette between her lips and lit it. This must be her third one in this hour. Right after she left she called Geto to meet up. Gojo was a dear friwnd to both of them. But they took a liking to you too. It hurt Shoko to hear how much of an ass her good friend was but ultimately she sympathized with you more. She hoped Gojo would come to his senses and do the right thing.

"Besides," she breathed out some smoke, "Satoru is a little dense but he isn't stupid. I trust he'll say the right words."

Geto hummed and kept walking.

Shoko pitied him. She was in a fairly difficult position. Gojo was her friend, sure, but so were you. Geto though? Gojo was his best friend since forever and Y/N was the girl he fell in love with. She was there when Geto got drunk one night and blabbed about how much he liked you and how good you were. She only thought it was a cute little crush from his side but after he sobered up she knew. He was speaking nothing but truth.

Even if Shoko knew Geto was much more mature than Gojo and you would much more appreciate him in the future Geto kept telling her the same thing: he can't do that to his best friend.

But even though she knew all this, she couldn't help but tease him one last time. "And even if it doesn't work out you can at least get a shot," she playfully nudged him.

"So you're well rested now," smiled and rubbed his arm.

She cocked her head to one side. "What do you mean?"

"Last night," he explained but Shoko was still clueless. "We texted," he tried more but it still didn't ring a bell for her.

"I was sleeping last night, Suguru," she took a drag from the cigarette and blew out grey smoke.

Geto stopped in his tracks. "What did you say?"

"Eeeh, I slept?"

Geto shook his head. "No, I meant what did you call me?"

"Suguru? Like always?" she said and studied his face. It turned from realization to blush to pure horror.

"You've always called me Suguru. Not even when we first met you didn't call me by my surname," he muttered and fished out hsi phone from his pants. He quickly found Shoko's contact and scrolled to the messages he had with her. He slowly turned his phone for Shoko to see. She got so surprised her cigarette fell from her hand as she stared at the last message next to her contact picture.

Geto...

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thewitchandtheassassin · 4 months

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A Pirate’s Life for Me Part Seven (Wanda M x Reader x Natasha R.)

Summary: Life is never simple

Warnings: Violence, smut

A/N: Howdy.

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-X-

Door slamming open as two drunken bodies slammed into it, you giggled wildly as Wanda blindly slapped it closed, her mouth never leaving yours. One hand tangled in your hair, she walked you back towards the rented bed before shoving you onto it with a vigor you hadn’t expected, but surely welcomed. Staring up at the glorious sight, brunette locks cascaded around her face as she yanked off her vest and undershirt and for a moment as they fell away, she stopped being a feared captain of the seas.

Now, she was simply your Wanda.

She was tipsy, the crew having celebrated the latest victory against the empire in some obscure tavern the moment you’d reached a port, but her movements were so fervent and desperate that it only served to sober you. Reminding you that the life you chose was worth it. All the moments of glory meant nothing. All that mattered was her – and this.

She wanted you and by the gods, you wanted her more than you’d ever wanted anything else.

You’d invited Natasha to join you, tempting the other captain with a playful bat of your eyes and crook of your fingers, but she’d waved you off with a knowing grin. She often spent time with you both individually and together but it wasn’t often that you bedded Wanda alone and she knew you needed that time as much as she did.

Besides, she’d bet Yelena far too much gold that she could outdrink the young pirate to back out now.

Tossing your own clothes aside, harsh fingers found purchase on sun-kissed hips as Wanda straddled your waist, her hair a soft curtain around your faces as her lips reunited with yours once more. Swallowing her wanton moan, your grip tightened until you were fairly positive she’d have your finger prints sprawled across her skin long after they were gone. Tasting the liquor on her tongue and the desire on her mouth, you were quick to swap positions, pinning the feared pirate leader to the bed. The fierce warrior on the battlefield was nowhere to be seen, replaced by a desperate woman who needed to be touched – used – like a…

“My, my, aren’t you a pretty whore,” you cooed teasingly, gripping her throat in a confident grip, the pressure firm but comforting. “Humping me like a mongrel in heat. Shameful. I bet you would’ve let me fuck you in front of the entire crew if I’d asked. Bent over the barkeep’s table while Natasha and I took turns unraveling you.”

A choked whine escaped kiss-swollen lips as Wanda’s hips lifted urgently, grinding against nothing.

Smiling mercilessly, you dragged your teeth across her shoulder, her chest, leaving bruises and bites in your wake, before skipping over straining, pert nipples. Tongue tracing over the lines of her stomach, dipping into the divots of her hips.

It felt delicious but you were driving her mad, ignoring the places she wanted you.

Your hands fell to her sides, keeping the squirming pirate’s lower half immobile on the mattress. You took the time to explore, nibbling along prominent hipbones before finally inching your mouth closer to her dripping core. The smell was intoxicating and the memory of her taste left you frantic, drawing you in like a moth to flame.

Like a pirate to gold, you smirked.

At the first flick of your tongue, Wanda nearly bawled in relief as you began to suckle and tease her aching clit. Hot and wet and persistent, she couldn’t tell what was lip or tongue or fingers as you tortured her in the best possible way. It was overwhelming and too much but also not enough? She didn’t know up from down or what day it was but she knew that if you stopped now, she’d cry.

Walls fluttered around your digits as you continued to thrust into the mewling brunette, her need painting your mouth as she grinded into the sensations you were pulling throughout her body. Every nerve was alight, every inch of her glistening in sweat as she chased her release.

One thrust.

“Oh gods, don’t stop.”

Thrust.

“Please, I’m so fucking close.”

Thrust, thrust, suck.

“Please, please, please, please!”

The orgasm crashed into her like a tidal wave. A storm out at sea. She could swear she saw the gods and goddesses above. Everything was light and sound and taste before darkness. Before her bones disappeared and she became nothing more than pleasure within her own skin.

Dropping boneless onto the mattress, her cheeks flushed and heart pounding in her ears, Wanda smiled serenely up at the ceiling, hips jumping with every lick as you cleaned up the nectar you craved. There was something about her – and Natasha – that drove you to the brink of insanity and back, a constant craving sitting in your belly as you wished for a moment alone with them.

-X-

Stumbling down into the bar the next morning, wincing as the sunlight only served to further the pounding in your skull, you signaled the barkeep for breakfast as your head fell upon the sticky, wooden surface of an empty table. You had no idea how long it took for food to arrive, a glass of mead slamming down beside it, but the smell both hungered and disgusted you. Wanting to be ill but starving, hunger won out as you wolfed down the presented meal.

Forcing the last bite, you glanced up to study the dining area. You were the only member of your crew who’d ventured down for breakfast, but other patrons and denizens milled about, some just as hung over as you while others looked refreshed and cheery. What caught your eye though, was a familiar face in an unfamiliar place.

“Rumlow,” you mumbled, shoving your plate away.

He was glaring at you, sunlight glinting off the pistol he had pointed in your direction. It was subtly resting atop the table – like it had always been there – in a way that most would overlook it, but not you. Glancing down, you considered your options. Flipping the table over would only trigger a fight you were ill-equipped for and if you had to wager, there were others in this tavern who were likely working with him.

Outnumbered and outgunned, you sneered internally, cursing yourself for only adorning your dagger this morning.

He nodded towards the door, thumb falling to the hammer of his pistol when you refused to move. You watched his eyes flicker towards another gentleman near the stairs, a silent signal that left a ball of lead tumbling into the pit of your stomach. Natasha and Wanda had been passed out when you’d snuck out of bed, the liquor heavy in their veins. If he found them…

Choking back your rising panic, you stood up from your chair hastily and began walking to the door, thoughts racing. There was no way you could get to them without some measure of resistance and there was no easy, fool-proof way to stop Rumlow that wouldn’t cost a handful of people their lives.

The stale, salty air stung your eyes as you stepped into the daylight, squinting against the harsh sun. It was still early, the lack of travelers evident as you slowly inched away from the door and towards the side of the tavern. It’d be nearly impossible to determine which room had been yours, your memories hazy with lust and liquor, but almost every room had been seized by a member of the crew. Hurriedly grasping a few rocks in your hand, you spun as the door swung open and you came.

“My, my, being a pirate sure has done wonders for you,” Rumlow leered as he took you in, dragging his tongue along his teeth in a way that left you shuddering with revulsion. “Be a good pet and come quietly. There’s no need for bloodshed. You’ve had your fun; now I want my wife.”

Counting his paces silently, you waited until he was only three steps away before spitting in his face with righteous indignation and disgust. He sputtered in surprise, haphazardly wiping the spittle from his flesh - and offering you an opening. Spinning to look at a window, you launched the handful of rocks at the nearest windows, watching with gratitude as the stones smashed through the glass, skittering across the wooden floor of the inn. The patron – or patrons, depending – scuttled about, startled by the sudden intrusion as you heard them scurrying towards the window.

Rough hands gripped your arms, demanding your attention as a fist slammed into your cheek from the opposite direction. Head snapping back, you blearily glanced up at the windows and caught sight of Yelena’s blonde locks and furious eyes staring back at you from the newfound gaps in the glass. The butt of his pistol met your temple, knocking you almost unconscious within his grasp, though you tried squirming from his grip even as numbness began to cloud your mind.

“You will be my wife,” he snarled, another man latching onto your other side as they began dragging you away. “And your whores will pay for what they’ve done. They’ve made enemies of the most powerful men in the world. No shore will have them and the sea will only remember their blood as it washes away.”

“Help… them…” you croaked out, blatantly ignoring Rumlow.

You smiled, blood clinging to your teeth, as understanding flooded Yelena’s eyes and she disappeared from sight.

Twisting your head to glance at Rumlow, you smirked defiantly despite the overwhelming ache in your skull. Blood was trickling from your head, smearing across your cheek, but you didn’t care.

“You will not survive this,” you chuckled wearily, studying the twitch in his jaw and the vein on his forehead. “They will kill you all. Rip your men apart with their bare hands. Their teeth. Leave nothing behind, even for the sharks. And I’ll be the one to raise your head onto a pike when it’s all over. I wouldn’t be your wife even if you were the last viable human to walk the lands. Always such a disgrace.”

He grunted to his men, nodding towards the inn, but you knew it was too late. Everyone and their brother would be awake now.

Yelena had that effect on people.

“No piece of you is worthy of the title human, let alone husband.”

Slumping in his arms, you begrudgingly accepted fate as darkness flickered around your gaze before swallowing you into its cold embrace.

Oh, what a pirate’s life for me.

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justauthoring · 6 months

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and i wonder... who? [2]

somehow, you find yourself torn between the two hottest guys at your school and you have no idea who to choose. loosely based off of operation: true love where geto is eunhyeuk and gojo is dohwa :)

a/n: eeee i finally posted the next part :)) thank you for your guys' patience! im almost done the semester too, so expected more stuff soon!

pairing: geto suguru x f!reader, gojo satoru x f!reader

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“Shit—"

“What?”

“Y/N texted me.”

Mei Mei scoffs; “who cares?”

“I said I’d meet her after she was done cleaning duty,” Sukuna grounds out, pushing himself back so that Mei Mei can slip off the desk and onto her feet. “She texted me five minutes ago.”

There’s a brief pause, before; “you think she saw?”

“Nah,” Sukuna shrugs, “she would’ve come barging in. She’s annoying like that.”

“Hah,” Mei Mei laughs, loud and obnoxious. “I don’t know why you’re even dating her if you find her annoying.”

“She’s consistent,” Sukuna shrugs. “I know she won’t leave. Besides, she’ll do anything I ask if I just give her a little bit of attention.”

“Whatever you say.”

“I’ll text her and reschedule but we should leave,” Sukuna rushes out, the distant sound of feet shuffling and thumps echoing across the otherwise silent hallway. “Quick. Before she sees.”

“Thought you just said she wouldn’t care,” Mei Mei points out.

“Still.” Sukuna offers simply, shaking his head as he ushers her forward.

Mei Mei giggles, glancing at him sultry over her shoulder, “wanna see a movie?”

“...Sure.”

Geto watches as you stand there, listening to every cruel thing the both of them spit out. Their words echo, loud, the both of them completely oblivious to the two pairs of ears listening. But Geto keeps his eyes trained on you, standing before him, curled into yourself. Your hands are clutching your arms, nails digging into the skin, and Geto frowns.

You don’t move, you don’t say anything—your head is dipped down, your hair covering some of your face so that Geto can’t see you clearly.

But—but he sees the way your shoulders shake.

Two pairs of footsteps echo across the hallway, growing quieter and quieter as both Mei Mei and Sukuna slip away.

Both of you stand there, frozen.

It isn’t until a minute of silence passes that you move.

Your head lifts and Geto meets your eyes briefly as you offer him a small, bleak smile before turning and walking off. Your steps are quiet but you’re quick, as if desperate to get away.

Geto wants to say something but he doesn’t. He stands there, watching as you grow further and further away until your back disappears around a corner.

And he can’t help but think—you weren’t pathetic. Sukuna was.

Your door slams shut behind you, barely paying any attention to your parents who'd watched you come rushing in and had called out for you in concern. You hear their voices trail after you, your mother follows you as she tries to get you to stop.

You don’t.

You don’t stop until you collapse onto your bed, pathetic and pitifully, tears streaming down your cheeks, trying to hide yourself. Trying to make your bed swallow you whole and allow you to hide yourself from everyone and everything. Geto who’d witnessed one of the most humiliating moments of your life, Sukuna who’d cheated on you, Mei Mei who’s always hated you, your parents…

You didn’t want to talk to them and face the inevitable embarrassment of having to explain why you were crying.

And the worst part was you weren’t even surprised.

Sukuna barely paid attention to you as it was—practically bullying you, letting his friends tease and make fun of you, not caring when you were hurt or injured or upset or jealous or—so what was stopping him from adding a cherry to the top of it all and cheating on you?

Nothing, clearly.

How stupid were you to fool yourself otherwise? To think despite the way he’d been treating you for the past few months, that somehow, in the midst of it all, he was being loyal?

That he wasn’t kissing and making out with someone else entirely behind your back?

You just couldn’t get that image out of your head.

You’d seen it for approximately five seconds before Geto's hand raised to cover your view and yet, it was long enough to haunt your thoughts .

You think even a second would’ve been enough.

Your heart panged and your chest hurt and yet, it felt like this was something you’d been waiting for. You’d known your relationship with Sukuna had been dying anyways, if his actions weren’t telling enough (which they certainly were).

You guessed what hurt the most was that once it had felt like Sukuna really had loved you.

Because, at the beginning, he really had… hadn’t he?

“You’re so cute.”

“Ryoumen,” you whisper, cheeks warming as he smiles brightly down at you, all tooth and cheek.

“It’s true,” he shrugs, as if the words were obvious. “You are. You’re adorable.”

And your heart races at his words, feeling yourself elated at such a simple compliment. It makes your heart soar and your whole body feel like it’s on fire. His voice is charming as he speaks and he smiles down at you, eyes dark and lidded and intoxicating in a way you’ve never quite experienced before.

He makes your whole body tingle and your stomach flutter with butterflies.

And he barely does anything.

“Thank you…”

“Here, you’ve got something—“

You freeze as his fingers brush against your cheek, soft and gentle as a tingle travels up your spine at the touch. Your eyes are stuck solely on him, watching as he leans forward, a soft grin on his face as his eyes flicker from the edge of your lips to your eyes.

The icecream that you’d missed on the corner of your lips is swiped up by his fingers and placed in his own mouth.

Your face heats up, burning hot as he smirks at you.

“There,” he says once he’s done, hands falling to his side as he leans back with suave.

You can’t help but let your eyes drift across him, taking him in as your heart hammers against your chest.

Everything about him was so—

Hot.

“Thank you,” you whisper, touching the spot he had, as if in a daze.

His hand reaches out before you, halting your movements with a blink before he grabs the handle of the door for you. Your eyes meet his as he opens the door, stepping back to give you room as he lets you step in first.

You smile at the action, biting your lip.

His fingers thread through yours. Warm and gentle, despite how rough his skin is. His hands are large enough to envelope your hands completely, fingers pressing against your knuckles firmly as you stare ahead of yourself, giddy at the action.

His hands brush across your cheek, tucking hair back and behind your cheek, shivers running through you.

His arm feels strong around your waist, a feeling of safety coursing through you as he tucks you into his side.

His lips are soft, pressing against yours as he tugs you flush against his chest, dominating the kiss in every way that has your legs feeling like jelly beneath you. You’d collapse right then and there if he wasn’t holding you.

But you don’t care.

You just want to lose yourself in him.

“Yeah,” you whisper to yourself, hugging your pillow tightly against yourself as you sniffle. “He did love me once.”

Those moments weren’t fake. You knew they weren’t.

They couldn’t be.

And then thought occurs to you before you can stop yourself;

Maybe he will again.

You’re walking to class the next morning when Geto sees you next.

He’s a few steps behind you and you’re alone, walking with your arm wrapped around yourself and eyes trained on your feet.

It’s instinctive. His feet move to quicken their pace and he moves to catch up with you, then—

“Hey, babe!”

A heavy figure flanks itself around you, arm wrapping around your shoulder, causing you to stumble from the sudden weight. Geto watches as your feet work quickly beneath you to catch your balance, watching as Sukuna is oblivious to it all, simply grinning as reaches out and ruffles the top of your head, messing up your hair.

“You didn’t text me back last night,” he hears Sukuna call out, smirking down at you. “Was worried something happened.”

Geto’s too far away to hear your response, your words mumbled, but he sees the look of discomfort that crosses your face as you curl into yourself.

Sukuna doesn’t let you pull away though.

It pisses him off, he realizes. The way Sukuna acts as if nothing was wrong. But of course, for him, nothing was wrong. He was blissfully unaware of you knowing about him cheating on you.

Still, it’s maddening.

It’s infuriating.

Geto acts before thinking.

You’re just about to enter the classroom when he calls for you.

“Y/L/N.”

Both you and Sukuna pause at the sound of his voice, the smirk on Sukuna’s fades as his eyes briefly meet his before Geto focuses his attention on you. His face distinctively softens as he regards the shocked look on your face staring up at him.

“The principle was calling for you,” he explains, blatantly lying and yet, the facade never wavers as he gestures back the way you came. “Said it was urgent.”

Your brows furrow, confusing flickering; “I—“

“We shouldn’t leave her waiting.”

You pause, lips left parted as your eyes dart from Geto to Sukuna, who stares back at Geto, ignoring your gaze, with a nasty glare. Geto effortlessly ignores it.

“O-Oh, okay,” you mumble and finally Sukuna pulls his grasp off of you as you shuffle back. You move to step forward, before pausing when Geto takes a step with you.

You meet his eyes.

“I’ll walk you.”

Sukuna grunts from beside him, “I’m sure Y/N can manage on her own.”

Geto merely shrugs at him.

Sukuna wavers when Geto doesn’t back down, staring back at him, as if daring him to argue further. His eyes narrow, glancing at you briefly before scoffing, spinning around to head into class.

“Whatever.”

You watch him with a hurt expression and Geto is quick to distract you.

“Come on,” he calls over his shoulder, heading back the way you came in.

You rush to follow him, and Geto hears a small squeak of panic leave your lips as you have to practically run to catch up with his long strides. A moment later though you’re next to him, silence surrounds you both as you make the short walk to the principal's office.

Geto stops right outside of it, though.

“Geto?”

He glances at the office, before shifting to face you. Might as well be honest. “The principal didn’t call for you.”

He hears you sputter, eyes widening; “w-what? But—!”

Geto turns to look at you, head dipping down as his expression softens considerably. “You looked like you wanted to get away.”

And his words make you stop. The panic fades as your eyes widen up at him, shoulders falling. Geto watches as the realization sinks in, registering through your mind as your lips part.

“Sorry,” he suddenly calls, feeling a little embarrassed now that the truth was out.

He’d done all of it without thinking, if he was being honest. It had happened before he realized he’d said any of the words and by then it was too late to back out—at least, too late without looking like a fool.

But now with you staring up at him like that, with this shine in your eyes and not an ounce of anger—despite his apology—and rather appreciation… Well, quite frankly, he feels embarrassed.

Turning his head away, Geto covers his face.

“No, no—!” You call out, stammering over your words once again as your hands shake wildly before you. “No, I—uh? Um… thank you? Thank you. That’s… no one’s really ever cared about the way I’ve felt before, I guess.”

Geto pauses at that, eyes snapping back to you and he watches as you shrink under the heat of his gaze.

“I-I mean… besides, like Shoko and my parents, I guess but—“

You halt when you realize you’re rambling.

And for the first time, Geto smiles at you. A chuckle bursts itself past his lips and he feels his eyes crinkle with warmth as he shakes his head.

Instantly, you frown at him; “don’t laugh at me!”

He waves you off; “sorry, sorry. It’s just… you ramble a lot.”

He watches as you cross your arms over your chest, pouting up at him. “I do it when I’m nervous.”

Nodding, Geto smiles down at you.

Then, your eyes widen; “wait! If you were lying then…we’re gonna be late!”

You turn, panicking, to run back to class but Geto is quicker, reaching forward and taking your arm in his hand, halting your movements. He feels you freeze under his touch, muscles tensing, as your head slowly turns to glance back at him.

“We still have time,” he assures with ease. “You’re early.”

“I always am.”

Geto nods. “I know.”

And oddly, he finds himself pleased when he sees your face burn red

“We-Well, you’re usually early too.”

He nods again. “Yes.”

You promptly turn your head up and away, Geto smirks at the sight.

Then his face falters, remembering the way your body had been shaking.

“You should break up with him.”

And slowly, you turn to face him again.

“He was kissing another girl,” Geto says to your shocked face. “Not to mention, you heard what he said.”

Your face twists into an expression of discomfort, eyes falling to the ground as Geto slowly lets go of you.

“Y/N,” he calls, noting the way you freeze at the use of your first name. “I’m serious.”

“I know, okay?” You burst out, voice pitching loud enough that students walking by glance towards you both, glaring. Geto ignores them. “But… but it’s not that easy.”

Geto’s brows furrow. “Why? He cheated on you.”

“Because—!” And you turn to him, eyes blazed but Geto just frowns when that fire quickly dies and you glance at your feet. “What if nobody else wants me?”

Geto barely hears it and when your words finally do register in his mind, you’re turning away from him.

“Just forget it,” you huff. “I’m going to class.”

Geto’s eyes widen, and he steps forward; “Y/N!”

“Why do you even care?” You cry, a few steps away from him. Geto pauses, hand left hovering before him at the sight of your tears, eyes watering as your bottom lip trembles.

“Don’t you hate me?”

And then you’re walking off before he can say anything else.

You're walking with a blurred vision, not paying attention to where you are as you hastily wipe at your cheeks.

Asshole, you hiss in your mind.

Who did he even think he was? Telling you to break up with your boyfriend ? Wasn’t he the one glaring at you just yesterday and for every day before then?

Wasn’t he the one telling you how pathetic he thought you were every day just with his eyes since you started dating Sukuna?

Didn’t he hate you?

And now? Now he was concerned? Now he wanted to be nice and a friend and try to help you?

“Screw him,” you whisper, it being a half sob that breaks past your lips. “He doesn’t know anything. He’s just as bad as—ugh!”

You’re crashing to the ground before you even realize it, a loud huff leaving your lips as your bum hits the ground hard. Pain ricochets through your body, eyes squinting shut in pain before you slowly flicker them open, hands sprawled beside you to balance yourself, only to see a brilliant blue staring back at you.

“What—?”

“Watch where you’re going.”

Excuse me—

You blink, confused and dazed before you realize just who those brilliant blue eyes belong to.

Gojo Satoru.

One of, if not the most, popular guys at school.

He was known for his good looks and charm. He was tall, just slightly shorter than Geto, standing at six foot three, with white hair that had an almost purple shine to it. As mentioned before, he had bright, beautiful eyes that almost felt as if they were staring into your very soul.

All this tied together, he was very attractive.

One problem?

Apparently, he wasn’t as charming as people said.

He’s moving to step past you and you slowly push yourself up to your feet, eyes narrowed; “hey—! You bumped into me.”

That makes him pause.

Back turned to you, he glanced over his shoulder at you.

You suddenly feel self conscious. His eyes really did make you feel like they were staring into your soul, as if he could see everything. He doesn’t say anything, and instead lets his eyes drag across your figure, flickering down, then up again, before he smirks.

“Pretty sure that was you, sweet cheeks.”

Your lips part at the nickname, appalled.

He’s walking off before you can say anything else, not bothering another glance back at you as you stand there, miffed and in absolute disbelief.

How dare—

“Y/N!”

A new voice hisses at you and your head turns, finding Shoko staring at you through the doorway to the classroom.

You stare at her and she shakes her head.

“What’re you doing?” She asks, brows furrowed in confusion and your eyes drift past her, realizing everyone is in the class already, staring at you. “Why are you just standing in the hallway?”

You move to say something but then a shadow falls in front of you. Your lips parent when you realize it’s Geto who chances a small glance down at you before slipping into the class past Shoko.

She glances at him briefly before reaching forward, tugging you forward.

Tucking you into her side, Shoko frowns; “what’s going on with you? You didn’t respond to me at all last night and you’re usually early to class as well, but instead I find you out in the hall looking crazy.”

She’s falling into her seat in front of you as you take your seat, glaring at her—you're not crazy.

“Sorry,” you mumble though, after a moment (because it was true you'd ignore all her texts last night), glancing behind you instinctively only to see both Geto and Sukuna looking at you.

You instantly look back ahead.

“I—uh, bumped into Gojo outside.”

Shoko’s eyes narrow. “That pretty boy?” She all but scoffs, rolling her eyes as she flips her hair back. “What’d that asshole want?”

You shrug, “I bumped into him when I was coming back from—uh, the… the washroom.” You ignore the look of confusion on Shoko’s face when you stumble. “He knocked me to the ground and then wanted me to apologize.”

Shoko huffs; “typical” she shakes her head. “He’s such an ass. I was in his class last year and got partnered with him for a project. It was the worst! He made me do everything.”

That makes you laugh, despite everything. Then again, you always felt the most at ease with Shoko.

“You?” You tease, pointing a finger at her. “It’s hard to believe you’d ever do work.”

She shrugs. “I needed the marks.”

You laugh, falling silent as she continues to chat your ear off, just as you feel a buzz in your pocket.

Frowning, you pull your phone out. Who could be texting you now?

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wandaslittlelove · 10 days

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Destined Part 5

Warnings: Stockholm syndrome, child birth. Im thinking of making this the last part of this series and then throwing in some little one shots for it. So lmk what you all think! (I do have ideas for a couple more chapters if that's what everyone wants)

Birth was the hardest part of the whole pregnancy. It was long hours of torture that I wanted to stop but it seemed as if it never did. That is until I was holding my boys in my arms. Billy and Tommy somehow Wanda seemed to know exactly which one was which.

I couldn’t help but look at them lovingly. These were my children. I may not have asked for them but they were mine.

The boys were quickly pulled away from me though when I started to cry out in pain. In an instant Wanda was by my side again and holding my hand. She tried to comfort me but the pain was too much.

“There's another one,” I heard the doctor say. Wanda's eyes seemed to widen as she looked at me happily.

After half an hour a little girl was placed on my chest.

“Natalia” is what Wanda whispered to me as she held my little girl's hand. The name made me start crying more as I imagined that my sister was in the room with me. She would have loved to have been here.

Soon Wanda had taken Natalia out of my arms and told me to rest. I didn’t want to rest though. I wanted to hold my babies. But when I tried to protest she flashed me her red eyes and I quickly nodded.

I knew now that I probably would never be able to leave Wanda. I would never be able to just leave my kids with her. And transporting three kids while trying to escape someone is not the easiest. All I could do now was give into this life. The Life with Wanda and our children.

Nothing made sense but as I looked over to Wanda holding our little girl while singing to the boys a warmth filled my chest.

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temozarela · 2 months

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-> isn't it good, norwegian wood?

GETO X READER MDNI, slow burn, fluff, angst, smut, angsty geto, comfort, reader is kinda tired, plot

you and geto meet 6 years after his defection

WORD COUNT: 8.6k

TAGS: @sakuichan, @username23345

part 1

ao3 version

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You sat at your desk, staring blankly at the screen of your computer. You were supposed to be completing a report but the sun had long set and your brain refused to cooperate. Down-heartedly, you buried your head in your hands, stifling a yawn. Everything just seemed so… bad. Your hair was greasy, you were beginning to smell yourself through your deodorant and perfume, your coffee was cold, and you were the only person left in the office. Even Nanami had gone home 2 hours prior, leaving you to struggle over your half-finished report. Unfortunately for yourself and your coworkers, there has been an influx of curse users in Japan, meaning that your compulsory hours had been increased. At first you were delighted by the idea of some extra pocket money, but with all of the work you had been doing, there was no time to enjoy it. You knew it was getting worse too, you hadn't seen Gojo in a week and Shoko’s dark circles were deepening with every wave of injured sorcerers that washed up at her office. Of course, the higher-ups weren’t any help, so it had become the norm for you to wake up at 6am and return home at 10pm as you cracked down on the damages that the elders refused to assist with. This had been happening for a few months now, and you were exhausted. If it were any other situation, you’d request time off, but you knew that your coworkers would take on the burden if you didn’t. So there you were, fingers hovering over the keys as you tried to recount your hectic shift. It seemed so cruel, after stepping over so many dead bodies and dodging death countless times yourself, to be forced to relive it so soon. If they wanted to know what was happening, they could see for themselves. In fact, you’d welcome it. Maybe then, they’d dish out the work a bit more ethically.

You blinked slowly, attempting to force a rise of energy inside of you. You didn’t want to fall asleep at work again. Somewhere in the background, rain pattered against the windows. Shit. You reluctantly glanced at your screen, squinting at the brightness in contrast with the dark room. Realistically, you knew that you weren’t going to get anything else done that night, but you also knew that if you didn’t do it then, you would have to do it later. You groaned, wanting to slam your head against your desk more than anything. Tomorrow. You’d do it tomorrow. If you went home then and had a decent sleep, you’d be more motivated tomorrow. That’s what you told yourself. You were more than happy to turn the computer off and pack up your belongings. More and more, you were glad that you commuted by train, because the naps you took then were sacred, driving would’ve pushed you over the edge.

Arriving home looked like throwing your shit on the floor and staring blankly at the fridge, realising you were supposed to shop for groceries that day. Tomorrow you were headed into the countryside to check out suspicious activity, there was no way you’d be able to get your shopping done then. Usually you did city missions, but you were covering for the students. God knows they were doing too much as well. You sighed. There were enough ingredients for you to cook a meal, but you were so tired right now… you could go without… just for one night. Some nights you didn’t even change out of your clothes and you had given up on makeup a while back. At this point, your home felt like it was only your bed. Your TV, speakers, sofas, and books had gone untouched for so long, you’d be surprised if they weren’t blanketed with dust by now. You showered, of course, but it seemed like a mere blink before your body hit your bed. Sleep didn’t rest you anymore, but it was some sort of break in the chaos of your life. At the very least, you were happy to have that.

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The commute into rural Japan was pleasantly silent. It relaxed you to watch the swaying meadows roll past, the white splodges of sheep like a stroke of oil paint as the train hurtled past. You vaguely registered one or two others on the other side of the carriage, you remembered the monk especially. To your knowledge, it was your first time seeing a monk in public. Initially, the journey had been like any other: salesmen upon salesmen, and then a few. Each figure amongst the shuffling mass clad in a suit and tie, dark hair brushed back, and mouths set in a practised line between grey, hollow cheeks as they scrutinised each other through their furrowed eyebrows like some sort of Kubrick character. As the familiar robotic voice announced the train’s arrival at the city-centre, an encore of clicking shoes and soft whines of swinging briefcases played in a harsh crescendo, the piece hitting its chorus as the doors opened, and the salesmen poured out like river water through a broken dam. After that, it was quiet. On a weekday morning, not many were heading into the middle of nowhere, but it made sense to you that a monk might. The other man looked like a foreigner, so that wasn’t widely suspicious to you either, though you might have considered it further had you slept more the previous night. After an hour or so, your eyelids fluttered shut and you began to drift in and out of sleep, the beginnings of gentle conversation between the few other passengers barely registered by you, their low voices becoming incomprehensible as they were drowned out by the ambience of the train. Perhaps, if you had been more alert, you would have noticed that they were heading to the location of the investigation. Maybe, if you had realised that, you would have listened closer and overheard the utterance of a very familiar name. However, the world around you was in limbo, your drowsiness dosing your nerves in soothing honey as your eyelashes rested against your warm cheeks. Sleep was euphoric. It had become such a relief to you that you had abandoned any hopes of seeking pleasure through strangers or potential romantic interests, the effort of understanding and compromising was exhausting in itself and your mind still hadn’t gotten over your teen fling. You thought about it sometimes, the potential to reunite with him, but every year it seemed more and more impossible. Since he left, your coworkers relied on you more and watched you with the underlying concern that one day you would slip through their fingers. Although, another reason lingered at the back of your head. It had been 6 years, did he even still want you? You told others that you had moved on, but he waited at the back of your mind, tapping his foot impatiently. He appeared in your dreams as a looming shadow, only recognisable through the kind smile it bore. You also saw him sometimes in the faces of others, their dark eyes making you stop in the headlight of their stare- so close, yet so different to the expression you could love. Besides those torturous reminders, what you could remember of him was hazy, in fact you barely remembered what he looked like. That didn’t stop you from missing him, however. You remembered the comfort he once brought you. Perhaps that was what you missed most, more than his body or charm.

You blinked hazily as the train approached your stop. Lethargically, you reached for your bags, pulling them over your shoulder as you stepped off into the station, distantly followed by the other two passengers from your carriage. You winced as you finally made it outside, light rain beginning to fall from the greying sky. However, it was fulfilling to inhale the fresh air- much fresher than the air at Shibuya station- as you rushed to your taxi, and drove towards the investigation site which, today, was an abandoned hospital. Before your arrival, you instantly knew there was something wrong. It wasn’t unusual that the area was void of human life, after all, it wasn’t near any residential areas. Sure, it wasn’t particularly unusual that the plantation was yellow and clearly overgrown either. However, two of the windows on the second floor had been shattered, which wasn’t particularly unusual by itself, but the broken shards were littered below the outside of the building, rather than the inside. See, that was unusual. It had been broken from inside. Someone had needed to escape. Fast. Discreetly. There were fire exits left, right, and centre- as you’d expect from a hospital- it was strange that someone would choose to evacuate from a window on the second story. You knew it must have been an ugly building, even before it was neglected, the dull boxiness of the hospital seeming like the kind of brutalist hellscape you’d find in a post-Soviet city. The upper edges of the building were blackened by the weather, and the only visible colour could be found in the yellowed blinds which clattered and trembled behind the savaged windows. Your wary gaze found a half-filled syringe containing ominous orange liquid, discarded in the mud. It made sense since it was a hospital… but when you really thought about it… how did it end up there? It looked like this place had been practically untouched since its closure which was… probably around 10 years ago…

A shiver ran down your spine.

If the curse had anything to do with needles, you wouldn’t hesitate to turn around, you decided.

You hadn’t really been given clear instructions, in fact, you weren’t given much more than a place and a time. With a glance at your watch, you noted that you were 5 minutes early as planned, so it made some sort of sense to why you couldn’t see the window you were supposed to be meeting. It was only meant to be a quick chat to fill you in on the details before you looked for yourself, but you had assumed they may have arrived a little early anyway. Apparently that wasn’t the case, so you waited in the rain, feet planted in the overgrown grass and shivering as cold droplets trickled down your neck. The next time you checked your watch, it was the time of the meeting, and there wasn’t a single person in sight. Momentarily, you considered venturing inside. Maybe something had happened to them. You glanced around. The guy couldn’t have gotten lost, could he? It’s a pretty obvious landmark.

10 minutes late.

You were getting restless. And drenched.

The window could wait, you were heading inside.

The front door was unlocked, most likely in anticipation of your visit, and you walked into what you assumed had once been the reception. Everything was so… grey. You could tell that at one point, they had made an effort of decorating with bright colours, but years of neglect had sucked out the life like a backstreet dentist, leaving everything the same dull grey; not to discount the slight variations such as grey-with-a-hint-of-mustard-yellow and grey-but-slightly-pink-but-it’s-mostly-grey-who-are-you-fooling. It stank of wet paper and what you prayed wasn’t asbestos, as well as a lingering trace of chemicals. The mould was a delightful pop of colour however, adding a daring element of almost-grey-but-green onto the aged, pale wallpaper. You grimaced, seriously considering whether the window had been organised to hand over a hazmat suit and a Bible before you gave your life to spilled cleaning agents and an undiscovered fungus. Perhaps they’d name it after you when you died. It was the least they could do, really.

After you journeyed up the dark stairs, you approached the operating rooms, and a wash of dread doused you like cold water. Whatever it was, you were close to it. Very close.

Because of your distinct lack of briefing, you barely knew who or what you’d be facing. There was a growing feeling that you recognised something, whether it was the cursed energy signature from the imminent threat or the familiar arms of your creator, it sparked a powerful reaction in your gut. You squinted, trying to make out the outline of the doorway using the little daylight that reached the corridor. You couldn’t help but notice how it was shockingly tidy. Sure, it was fucking disgusting, but everything was in its right place, tucked away by the ghostly hands of a nurse one decade ago. For some reason, it made it all the more terrifying. You stopped in front of the door, attempting to breathe through the suffocating pressure of whatever was beyond the door. It really was familiar, but it was too powerful for you to focus on it. It was like trying to fight a court trial whilst being waterboarded, and you weren’t entirely sure you could do it in normal conditions anyway, but you definitely couldn’t whilst partially submerged in liquid. You knew that for sure. The sheer amount of cursed energy seeping through the cracks of the door was headache-inducing. You gritted your teeth.

It was disastrously clear, then. Whatever or whoever was on the other side of the door was not your intended opponent. This mission should’ve been a field trip for you. This, however. This was a Gojo-level enemy. Not as strong, of course, but it lay somewhere in the gaping gap between the strongest grade 1 sorcerer and Gojo himself. Needless to say, it was too strong for you. You could accept that fact easily. In all honesty, your pride had left you the moment you entered the hospital.

Slowly, you backed away from the door, eyes fixed on the source of the outrageous cursed energy signature. It was consuming, the same way smoke engulfs a room. Your breaths were shallow and your limbs felt numb, you were probably shaking too, but you knew it would be ok if you kept your existence unknown and made a nimble escape. As dull light began to assist your vision, relief filled you. You were almost out. A few more steps and you’d be back in the stairwell. Then you could run.

Except you couldn’t. Because your back had hit a wall. A wall that hadn’t been there before.

You looked left, then right.

No… there definitely… shouldn’t be a wall behind you…

Oh, God.

“Are you the window?” you nervously grinned at nobody in particular. You were staring too, wide-eyed at the dark corridor before you, well-aware of your hands shaking, “You’re awfully late, you know…”

“My apologies.”

“Ha…”

The sound of a smooth, human voice was somewhat of a relief to you.

You could talk your way out of this one.

“You know, I’ve been waiting for this for a very… long… time...”

…Or maybe you couldn’t.

Inwardly you groaned, wanting to cry, “Fancy being a good Samaritan and forgive me for my sins?” you tried. It was always worth preaching kindness to your potential murderer in what could very well be your final moments. They didn’t teach that at school, but it must’ve worked at least once before, right?

“Enlighten me.” The person- a man- behind you sounded stiff.

“I dunno,” you smiled weakly, “It might seem difficult to believe but… there could be a few people who’d have a bone to pick with me right now.”

The man behind you hummed in thought, “I’m shocked.”

“Really?” Since you started working more hours, you’d dealt with countless curse users. It’d be a surprise to you if there wasn’t a request for your bounty for you on some dodgy website. As much as you’d love a copy of your own ‘DEAD OR ALIVE’ poster to frame, the ‘ALIVE’ part terrified you. Unfortunately, being a wanted person wasn’t quite the honour that Luffy made it out to be.

“No.”

You scowled. In response, the man’s voice rang out behind you, “You don’t recognise me?”

“Aww,” you turned your head slightly to grin over your shoulder, “Did you think you were special? I’m sorry if I didn’t make it clear that we weren’t gonna be exclusive.”

Suddenly you were being spun around.

“Are you sure that you don’t recognise me?”

You blinked.

You blinked twice.

That voice…

“Holy shit.”

The man looked at you in the dark.

“You’re that monk from the train.” …No… you knew him...

The man’s grip on you tightened, “Come on...”

You winced, “Is that… not it?” When he didn’t reply, you partially disregarded your fear in lieu of guilt, leaning closer to squint at him, “I can’t really see, sorry...”

“Oh, hang on-”

No, you definitely recognised him… buried deep in your subconscious… somewhere…

“Holy shit.” you exclaimed.

“Geto?”

Exasperated, Geto looked down at you.

“Obviously.”

“Sorry.” you smiled, sheepishly, “You wouldn’t have happened to see a window around here, would you?”

Geto’s frowned, “There never was one, it was a set-up.”

“Why?”

“I wanted to intercept the students… but you’re here instead.” You cringed.

Man, he’s pissed…

“Geeze, sorry.” you drawled.

It was strange seeing him again. Truthfully, you had no idea how to act around him. You still couldn’t see him very well, but the glistening gold silk on his robes made him shine like a heavenly figure, though considering his criminal record… he probably wouldn’t be an angel.

There were better places to run into your teen crush-turned-serial killer.

“There’s a special grade curse in there.” you pointed to the operating room you’d just backed away from.

Geto looked at you strangely, “I know, I put it there.”

Of course.

“Seriously?” you muttered, embarrassed, “Almost gave me a heart attack, you know…”

An awkward silence arose between the two of you. You had planned your reunion with him countless times when you were younger. Out of the hundreds of different scenarios, none of them started like this.

“I… um…” you scratched the back of your neck, “Wanna go outside? It’s just… it’s dark in here… I can’t, you know…” you cleared your throat, “I can’t see you.”

“It’s raining.” Geto replied dubiously, watching you as if he expected something,

You raised an eyebrow, “You scared or somethin’?”

Geto snorted, “Of course not, excuse me for not wanting to get soaked.”

“Right.” you’d forgotten about the rain, it wasn’t difficult to believe that it had gotten heavier than before, “We can sit in the reception if you don’t mind getting mesothelioma.”

“It’s not exactly ideal,” Geto sighed, “but sure that works.”

You wanted to slap yourself for the awkwardness between the two of you, but there was something about it which reminded you of your fondness for Geto. That was it, wasn’t it? The fact you were always able to be a social disaster around him was what initially drew you to him. He was patient, but not pitiful. Truthfully, sometimes he was even worse than you.

He followed you to the bottom floor as you headed towards the front door. Once you were outside, you turned to get a proper look at him. True, he was recognisable, but he had changed so much in these last years. Notably, Geto’s face had slimmed, emphasising the sharp angle of his cheekbones and the hollowness of his cheeks. He was less of a boy now, and if you hadn’t known him beforehand, he would’ve intimidated you. His hair was longer too, the strands framing his face reached the peak of his nose whilst the rest touched his lower back. Geto’s eyes were exactly how you remembered them though; deep and pensive. He had the kind of resting expression which made you second guess yourself when you suggested something. It had always seemed that with every casual, self-deprecating joke, Geto was analysing it, carefully peeling the fragile layers of the satirical overtones to expose your innermost vulnerabilities. To many, it was unnerving. Any casual comment intended to pull a negligent laugh from others received a dark, analytical look from Geto. That’s how it had always been, and it’s why you had taken a liking to him. Often, you couldn’t find the confidence to admit to distress or insecurity, but Geto always knew. He knew from the way you would chastise yourself for the smallest mistakes, and the fact you’d stop talking when you were overwhelmed. You didn’t have to say anything, and that was a relief to you. Geto knew. You wondered if he knew how you were feeling now- you sure didn’t.

“Are you ok?” you asked, eyebrows furrowed. He was always difficult to read but he just looked at you. He wasn’t glaring, he wasn’t staring, he was just… looking. You watched him expectantly. “Geto?” you pressed. Geto didn’t respond, at least verbally. He just looked moderately pained, as he once did when he’d linger in the morgue with Shoko. His eyes flickered from you to the ground, almost… shyly? Was he shy?

“I was waiting for you.” Geto muttered, “You never came.”

Oh. Yeah.

Nevermind.

The honeymoon of your reunion ended with the clanging of a guillotine over cupid’s head. Inside of you, a small, childish hope had foolishly sprouted, praying that he’d be understanding. You cringed as you felt it shrivel up in the deepest depth of your gut, the blossoms blackening and ripping as it rotted within you.

“You act like your defection didn’t permanently scar the jujutsu society.” Geto raised his eyebrows, “Yes, it did.” you pressed before he could protest, “I couldn’t leave, even if I had wanted to. Yaga and Gojo wouldn’t let me out of their sight.”

And just like that, you were arguing.

“Did you even try?” he scoffed.

You groaned, “Believe it or not, Geto, becoming the housewife of a wanted criminal isn’t quite on my agenda. In fact, because of you I have more work to do than ever. We all do.”

“Just because everyone else is willing to suffer a poor job doesn’t mean you have to in order to save them.” Geto narrowed his eyes.

“Sure, but some don’t have a choice.” you challenged, “Remember Gojo?”

Geto scoffed, “Remember Satoru? Of course I do.” It was a low blow, you realised, but you couldn’t quite bring yourself to feel guilty. “Who do you think I am?” he asked, voice low and hurt.

You shifted, awkwardly, “You left him to suffer.”

“He’s suffering?” Geto’s tone dulled.

You didn’t know whether you wanted to laugh or cry, “You thought he wouldn’t?” a pause. “Well,” you added, quietly, “I don’t know if he’s realised it yet but… yeah, he is.”

“Oh.” Geto’s lips thinned, offence flashing in his narrowed gaze, “Why would you tell me that?” he muttered, flinching backwards as if your words had punctured him like a misfired bullet.

“You wanted to know why I didn’t join you. That’s why.” You looked away, failing to grasp for words that would just fix things between you, “Well, that amongst other reasons…” You didn’t want to explain your own turmoil and struggles. Love didn’t equate to trust. You loved his touch and who he was, but you couldn’t trust the man in front of you to hear you and react fairly. It was all too predictable, and you feared that if you told him, your instincts would be proven. Sure, he’d always been cunning and sly, but also… manipulative. The word struggled to materialise in your brain, your subconscious trying to sugarcoat it as ‘intelligence’ and ‘caring’ in its reluctance to face his change.

His upset gaze softened, “Other reasons?”

You shook your head, “It’s not important right now.”

“I’d beg to differ.” Geto argued, “I have a right to know.” He was pushing you, testing you, even. You weren’t in the right headspace for this, you were so tired… so, so tired…

“You have no such right,” you scoffed, “but I apologise that you weren’t prepared for the consequences of your own actions.” A tense moment passed and you sighed, “If it helps, I wasn’t either.”

It was a poor attempt at softening the blow of your unfiltered words, but it wasn’t untrue. Betrayal pinched and poked at the supple flesh of your heart. You needed to realise it but… it wasn’t that easy. “No,” Geto stepped towards you, “It doesn’t.”

“Pity.” you rolled your eyes.

The dry remark left your lips before you could stop yourself. Geto froze. The silence that followed weighed on your shoulders, guilt creeping up on you.

“I’m sorry.” you murmured, “I shouldn’t have gotten your hopes up.”

The crawling discomfort at your own insincerity grasped your shoulders with heavy talons, the needle-sharp fingertips grazing your gentle skin, teasing your raw skin as blood threatened to bead in their wake and flow.

“It’s fine.” Geto said, stiffly.

You groaned internally, it all felt so childish. For a fleeting moment, you questioned the boy you once knew. Was Geto the boy who’d read with you on those humid summer nights, or was he the unsettling murderer in front of you?

“I wasn’t expecting you to keep to your promise.” he added, bluntly.

“I mean, I was 17,” you agreed carefully, “I had no idea what the future would hold. Neither did you.”

It was a lifeline, the final one you could spare. You could only beg that Geto would catch it with splayed hands.

Geto looked at you with scrutiny, “That’s true.”

It was enough. You could work with this.

You watched him warily, nodding slowly.

“Was it worth it?” Geto asked, seemingly more neutral.

Was it worth it?

“I don’t know.” You replied, honestly, “Things could be better.”

Geto stepped forward, putting his hand on your shoulder, “Then come with me. If things are worse, go back and I’ll take the blame.”

All too forward, predictable and exactly what you feared.

“…if you want to,” he added a second too late.

With narrowed eyes, you ignored him, instead choosing to glance around the clearing, noting the same emptiness as before. Geto didn’t move, his hair starting the curl as rain drenched the two of you. His hand on your shoulder started to feel heavy as he squeezed you gently, letting the presence of his reluctant affection be known, despite his hard stare. What could you do? You were still as unsure as you were 6 years ago about joining him.

“Where are you staying?” you asked, the action of your head cocking allowing cold droplets to trickle down the side of your neck. You regretted it instantly. Perhaps a change of environment would help things. Perhaps it’d help you understand.

“Not far from here.” Geto responded monotonously.

“I’d like to come over.” you tried, “Not for long.”

He nodded to himself, “Ok.”

Then he spared you a small smile and your heart leaped with the first and only genuine affection he’d shown you since you’d reunited.

That was him. That was Geto, right there. It wasn’t much, but you revelled in what you had.

You inwardly sighed, tiredly.

Maybe, just maybe, the two of you would get there in the end.

As you journeyed to his home, which really was in the middle of nowhere, you sat side by side in what was mostly silence. The two of you talked too, dropping shallow comments about your lives and complaints about the overly-touchy couple on the other side of the carriage as you took the train a few stops further out. More and more, Geto seemed like himself, even if the progress was minuscule. It was something. If anything, hope thumped in your chest- naive hope albeit, but hope nonetheless. After a while, you finally approached his home. It looked small, yet lived-in. Outside, rows of vegetation orbited the building, as well as trees bearing fruit in various stages of ripeness.

“The girls are out, I’m afraid.” Geto called behind his shoulder as he unlocked the door, holding it open for you.

“Girls?” you inquired as you walked in, “Daughters or hostages?”

Geto laughed quietly, “Daughters.”

“You got a chick pregnant?” your response was paired with the twitch of your lip and the stutter in your step. You knew it was hypocritical, the sinking disappointment, you chastised yourself for feeling it… however...

The door clicked behind him and you heard his footsteps stilled behind you, “Does it matter?”

“Yes.” you replied, shortly.

“C’mon.”

You turned to look at him, blankly.

“Of course not.” Geto rolled his eyes.

You blinked, “Oh.”

“They’re adopted.” The way Geto said your name afterwards was in disbelief, “I told you I waited, didn’t I?”

“You may have mentioned it,” you sniffed, “yes.”

Geto raised an eyebrow, “You’re unbelievable,” he walked past you, brushing your shoulder as he did so, “you’re seriously more butthurt by that than the fact I murder people?”

“Ok?” you felt your cheeks burn, “And what if I am? I have priorities, Geto.”

He turned to look at you, his eyes boring into yours, “So, your priorities are… what, exactly?

“Um…” You scratched the back of your neck, “Nothin’” you waved your hand dismissively with a strained grin. “None of your business, really.” you rambled, searching desperately for some sort of a reaction, “You could use it against me, y’know? It’d be very dangerous if I told you.”

Geto looked at you strangely, “…Right.”

He was supposed to smile… or laugh… or do something at the very least, not just… walk past you…

You wanted to press rewind and try this all again.

You wanted to go home.

After a lost moment, you followed him helplessly. It was a simple home. There was more evidence of life there than there was at your home, you knew that for sure. Drawings that were clearly drawn by an adolescent hand were woven throughout the decorations, depicting a family of three. It was clear that they were close. You felt left out. It seemed you had missed out on so much. Maybe Geto was right, maybe this was a better life. It still didn’t remove your responsibility in the shaman world, but Gojo’s students were the strongest they’d seen in years, right? Maybe you were allowed this. Maybe you were allowed to welcome your lover as they walked through the door in the evening, embracing them softly. Maybe you could have this life. It seemed completely out-of-touch, you couldn’t just leave. You knew that. However… something was stopping you.

Geto led you to his kitchen, pouring you a glass of water.

“Oh?” you took the glass from him with a small smile.

Geto pushed it into your hands, “Don’t tell me you’ve miraculously stopped being so dehydrated since we last talked.”

He had a point, to be fair.

“Yeah, you’re right.” You took a sip of the cool water, “I don’t think I’ve had pure water for around 48 hours…” you murmured absentmindedly, the rim of the glass pressed against your lower lip as you spoke, your breath fogging up the glass.

Geto grimaced, “Shouldn’t you be taking care of yourself? You’re not a teenager anymore.” he looked at you, clearly unimpressed, “I just hope your diet is faring better.”

“You’d think, right?” you watched his lips thin.

Geto muttered your name under his breath, “Seriously?”

“Been too busy.”

“When was the last time you ate?”

You hummed pensively, “Good question.”

The way Geto spoke your name this time was dull, his eyebrows furrowed. You took a sip of water.

“Fine, I’ll cook you something now,” he turned his back on you, “do you still like spicy food?”

You watched as he gathered ingredients and boiled a pot of water. It was a shy wash of comfort, being back in his presence like this. Lord knows how long it had been since someone last took care of you. The rising smell of fresh vegetables seemed almost foreign to you at this point. Whilst the noodles were cooking, Geto disappeared momentarily as he changed into a baggy t-shirt and trousers. There he was, he was more like the man you remembered. Less tired, perhaps, though maybe you had taken on that burden in exchange. You didn’t speak as you idly sipped on the water, feeling like a small child as he cooked the first proper meal that you would eat in ages. He hummed softly as he mixed the broth, it was something you hadn’t seen him do before. His voice was low, almost inaudible, as he repeated the melody of a song you knew he loved…

What was it…?

Geto’s humming turned to soft singing as he stirred the broth.

…Isn’t it good?

Norwegian wood…

Oh, now you remembered it.

…She asked me to stay,

And she asked me to sit anywhere…

You hadn’t heard that song for years, not since he left. Geto used to play music as he cooked, ambling around the kitchen as he hummed to himself. You remembered how Gojo used to tease him about his ‘old man’ music. You did too. Affectionately, of course. It seemed so long ago, how you’d all linger in the doorway, despite his questionable music taste, hoping to grab a bite of whatever he was cooking. You forgot how good of a cook he was, you were looking forward to your meal.

As he cooked, the songs changed, ranging from ones you remembered to what you guessed were newer additions. When Geto began dishing up the food, he gestured for you to sit in the living room. And so you did, settling onto a sofa as you eagerly anticipated your meal. After a moment, he sat down opposite you, placing the bowl on the coffee table in front of you with a gentle tap.

You felt the warmth of the steam below your chin as you picked the bowl up.

“None for yourself?” you asked before experimentally sipping the broth.

It was as good as you remembered, you gladly noted.

Geto shook his head, “I already ate.”

“Ah.” you took a mouthful of noodles, “Makes sense.”

You ate in what was mostly stiff silence, interrupted by a few passing comments about the food or your lives. Out of the corner or your eye, you noticed Geto watching you, head resting on his hand. His lips were tugged into a pensive frown, his gaze gentle yet lost, as if a whirlwind of thoughts happened to be storming in his mind. Had you been less tired, maybe you’d be doing the same. Right now, however, you were enjoying some warm, hearty home cooking. Overthinking could wait, you were hungry.

“What will you do when you’re done here?” Geto asked suddenly, voice raised.

You swallowed your mouthful, studying him carefully, “Huh?”

“You would be less overworked if you reported me, so will you?”

What kind of question was that?

“I’m not gonna do that,” you swirled the noodles through the broth absentmindedly, “Though I do have a question…”

Geto raised an eyebrow.

“Assuming I don’t report you, I’ll be neutral,” slowly, you sat back, watching him, “Taking that neutrality assumes the side of the oppressor, then who do I side with?”

He sighed, “Me. Probably. That’s what you think, right?”

“Is it?,” your fingers drummed against the armrest, noting his tone like a pinch of salt mixed into a pot of honey, “Does that make Gojo the oppressed?”

“Going by that logic, yes,” he replied, too easily.

You took another mouthful, suddenly grateful for the distraction of eating, “And I?”

“Shooting yourself in the foot,” Geto said after a pause, “to you.”

“To me?” you echoed quietly, “I guess.”

“Still going to protect me?” Geto’s lip twitched as he watched you, ever-so carefully.

“I guess.” you repeated. The last thing you needed from him was a rivalry, you were initially hoping for a truce of some sort but the void darkness in his eyes drained the last hope you had. “I’m not here for justice or to solve anything, I’m here for money, mostly.”

Geto snorted shortly, “No different to the rest, then.”

“I guess not.” you chose to ignore the sting behind his words.

The two of you settled into waves of rumbling quiet as you finished your food. Geto seemed somewhat more distracted as he began to hum again, almost inaudible to you this time. You missed this- him, even. Despite the obvious, he held some sort of familiarity to you that not many did- now that you savoured. The two of you came together as you tried to fit together again, pushing and pulling at each other like oil and water.

“Y’know,” you placed the bowl down, “you’re acting all strange.”

Geto grinned, thinly, “Am I?”

“You are,” you couldn’t help but match his expression, “you know it too.”

His smile widened like the Cheshire cat, “Do I?”

“You do.”

A second of silence lugged by like a three ton truck.

“I missed you, Geto.”

The rain knocked against the windows gently, beading like crystals in front of the puffs of smoky black clouds consuming the sky. The lack of sunlight meant the room became darker too, the dim light doing little to relieve the gloominess of the bad weather. Outside, a wind chime rattled with the gust of the temperamental wind. Inside, the soft tapping of Geto’s fingers against the wooden table paused, leaving the ticking of the clock to slice through the ambient howling and tapping of the weather against the walls. Inside of you, however, your heart and brain played a tentative game of tug of war. You just did something big.

Like, really fucking big.

Well… not really, but nobody had told that to Geto, evidently, suggested by the way he gasped at you almost comically, eyebrows arched.

“I also like you, so if you wouldn’t mind fishing out the astronomical log up your ass, I’d like to have a conversation with you about it.”

Geto coughed, “Ok.”

“Ok?”

“Ok.”

You looked at him, an eyebrow raised.

“You didn’t even try to reach out to me.” he started, bluntly. “You didn’t try to find me. None of you did.”

You swallowed, suddenly feeling very unprepared.

Geto continued, “I’m not even upset that you didn’t come with me, you just didn’t tell me.” you nodded, mind racing.

“I couldn’t.” you replied.

“And that’s the worst bit,” His lip twitched as he looked away, “I can’t even be mad at you for it. You were just protecting yourself-”

“And you.”

Geto blinked.

“I was being tracked.”

Geto’s lips parted slightly.

“Same reason Gojo and Shoko didn’t come to you,” you told him, “Gojo knows where you are, he has done since the day he found out you left.”

“Oh.”

“I’m sorry, Geto.”

“I mean,” Geto coughed, “It’s fine I guess, but-”

“Not for that,” you rushed, gaining an unimpressed look from the man opposite you, “I’m sorry that things happened this way. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to help you when you were spiralling. I’m sorry that there was nobody there for you when you left.” you took a deep breath, “I wasn’t the person you needed me to be, though I’d like to be. If you’ll let me.”

Geto studied you, pensively, “Does that mean you’re staying?”

You winced, “I’m not leaving you again.” you offered. You weren’t quite ready to admit to yourself that you were leaving home. Not yet, anyway. “I’m not doing any of the murdering though, you can do that.” you grimaced.

After a pause, Geto laughed.

“Ok.” His gaze was warmer than it had been, more open, “I’d love that.”

“Murder? Yeah I figured.” you muttered despite yourself.

Geto simply laughed harder. He really was a sight for sore eyes. The way he smiled, the way he looked away when he smiled, the way his hair fell over his face when he shook too much… God, you-

“I missed you too.”

Your mind went black.

Oh, you had told him, hadn’t you? And he felt the same way. Surely there was a logical conclusion to this.

You stood and moved to sit next to him. Then you leaned towards him, noticing the way he flushed at the proximity.

“Can I?” your hands hovered in front of you as you moved to touch him.

He nodded.

Your hands tentatively reached to cradle the sides of his face, thumbs gently rubbing circles into the curve of his jaw. Geto’s hands moved to cover yours as he watched you, wide eyed.

“Can we? I’ve wanted this for so long… Just- trust me, ok?” you whispered, stumbling over your words, your voice low. He nodded faintly before his eyes flashed with indescribable emotion.

“Ok.” Geto sighed, almost inaudibly to you.

You smiled, “Ok.”

As you withdrew your touch, your fingertips lingered on his skin, grazing the surface of his soft, olive cheeks. He tilted his head as you moved, chasing your warm palms.

“Can I kiss you… Suguru?”

You saw him stiffen as his name rolled off your tongue. Geto blinked at you before the corners of his mouth twitched upwards in a grin. In place of a verbal response, he mimicked your earlier actions, taking your head into his palms. His touch was gentle, yet firm as he guided your face towards his. The feeling of Geto’s warm breath on your smiling lips made you buzz with anticipation, the butterflies in your stomach fluttering as you itched towards the sweet nectar of his mouth. He met you in the middle, fingers threading through your hair as he ever-so gently scratched your scalp with his blunt nails. You sighed, content, eyelashes fluttered close against your hot cheeks. It was a nostalgic kiss, a loving one, not the same heated one you shared so long ago. As your lips moved against one another’s, you were fixated on the lingering heat of his body, craving it like an addict for the mere seconds the two of you parted for air.

As soon as Geto urged your lips open with the swipe of his tongue, you knew you weren’t going back.

The desperately intimate movements of your tongues became hypnotic: rubbing, prodding, tangling. Your hands had slipped round his neck, your chest pressed against his torso. When you parted, you buried your head in the crook of his neck, lips pressed against the flushed skin as you panted. Above you, Geto gently stroked your hair, playing with the soft strands as you both gave yourselves time. You weren’t teenagers anymore, you couldn’t jump into something so intense without the knowledge that there was definitely an unwavering mutual understanding between the two of you. Slowly, you pulled away, looking up at him with wide eyes. The hand in your hair moved to brush the stray hairs away from your face, tucking them neatly behind your ear.

“Are you ok?” Geto murmured, leaning into you so that his lips hovered millimetres away from your cheek. The proximity, whilst lustful on the surface, carried more depth than you could comprehend. The weight of his hands, his lips, his voice, his words, were like bricks in your pockets, pulling you impossibly deeper into the encompassing aura of - just him. You couldn’t pinpoint what it was in particular that pulled you to him, realistically you knew it was a mixture of the history you shared and the absence you’d endured, but it was overwhelming and not enough all at once. Maybe it’d be a while until the trust you’d once shared would be recovered. Maybe it never would be. The consequences of your assumptions and his isolation could haunt you together. His radicalisation, your indecisiveness… maybe you were a lost cause, but the way hummed so soothingly as you nodded your affirmation doused your doubts immediately. He kissed you again, harsher this time, his grip on you tighter as he held you with desperation. You knew then, if you left now, you were never to be forgiven. But if you stayed... If you stayed, he’d never let you go.

Each touch rolled into another like the crashing of waves. Your shirt had been discarded by the fireplace a while ago, leaving Geto to revise the curves and contours of your torso with his left hand, fingers dipping into the hollows of your ribs and splaying over the small of your back. The whole time, he watched you, eyebrows pinched and mouth frowning in thought as he traced the tempestuous dark circles below your eyes with his right thumb. You were patient, meeting his distracted gaze as you idly played with his hair. This wasn’t the rushed goodbye you’d shared 6 years ago, this was a coronation of his love. Minutes passed and you were laid on the sofa, bare to his dark eyes. You had taken it upon yourself to step out of your underwear and to unclasp your bra. It was endearing, the way Geto obediently watched, eyes flicking between your breasts and cunt as you dropped the garments to the side. Amused, you cocked your head to the side, “Are you ok?”

Geto blinked at you, tugging at the hem of his shirt, “Yes,” he mumbled, looking to the side embarrassedly as he pulled his shirt over his head, “how did you want to do this?”

You hummed in thought. To be honest, you weren’t really that bothered, but it touched you that he asked. Though, you were aching and tired, so.. “As we are,” you replied, stifling a yawn, “please.”

He smiled at your apparent tiredness and pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead, “I’ll go slow but tell me if it’s too much, ok?”

You nodded.

“Good girl.”

Good girl?

Good. Girl.

You were fucking reeling.

After Geto wrestled his trousers and boxers off, he slid his hand between your thighs and pushed them apart, carefully. He leaned over you, using his own thighs to keep yours open as he kissed you again, messily, lazily. You sighed into his mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck as he moved his knee forward until it grazed your most sensitive parts. As Geto slipped his tongue into your mouth, you gasped at the sudden plethora of sensations- all of them far too much, yet far too good. You took your time as you grinded against his knee, moaning and muttering curses against his swollen lips. A few years ago, maybe you would’ve been embarrassed by the amount of time it took for you to feel ready to take him, but you didn’t want to rush this. It was as precious as the climax itself, and the pleasure of basking in his warmth and affection made you giddy and hot. You cracked an eye open as you parted for air to check on Geto, your hips not stopping their lethargic, yet desperate rocking against his knee. What you found wasn’t boredom or impatience, rather intense affection and peace in the stare of your lover. It was oddly sweet compared to the obscene way his knee glistened with your slick. Content, you closed your eyes again, letting Geto’s gentle lips on your chest and neck lull you into an orgasm that had your toes curling and back arching. He coaxed you down with soft encouragement and kisses as he moved his knee from your core.

You grinned as you looked at his awed expression, “Come on.” you teased. Geto rolled his eyes before adjusting your positions.

After a moment he settled, lowering himself to be closer to you. “I love you,” he whispered, peppering kisses over your face, “so, so much.”

A smile spread across your face before you could stop it, “I bet you say that to all of your victims.” you teased.

Geto groaned, “God, shut up.”

You laughed to yourself, breath catching as you felt him press against your entrance. The way he looked at you felt like lying in sunlight, and you forgot how tired and irritable you had been. This was all you had ever needed. Him- that was all.

It had been a while since you last slept with anyone, so the intrusion initially stung. However, a few kisses and gentle whispers later, he had eased himself in completely, and you were burning with anticipation. Geto looked at you carefully, visibly holding himself back.

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah,” you adjusted yourself slightly, “m’fine.”

He grinned, kissing the column of your neck before he started moving, hands bracing you by your hips. Beads of sweat had appeared on his forehead and chest, causing his hair to stick to his face. You knew you were the same too, unable to ignore the way yours was sticking to your neck. Lazily, you pulled him further down onto you, wrapping your legs around his hips like a boa constrictor, causing him to penetrate you even deeper. The silence of the room was disrupted by the rhythmic groans and gasps the two of you released every time he rocked into you. You were so full, it felt like your nerves were on fire as he pushed against that spot inside of you that made you see heaven.

“Shit-” you whimpered as he sped up, biting into his shoulder as you gasped and moaned against the reddened skin.

Geto wasn’t faring much better as he uttered curses against your cheek, mixed within prayers and declarations of your beauty and significance.

“You’re so,” Thrust. “Fucking,” Thrust. “Pretty,” Thrust. “Like this-”

You could feel the hot puffs of air against your ear as he helplessly whined, his pace quickening despite himself.

“I’ve been,” Thrust. “Thinking about,” Thrust. “Doing this,” Thrust. “Since,” Thrust. “Last time-”

You couldn’t help it, the way his words drove you towards your peak like a wildfire.

“Please, Suguru,” you moaned, rocking against him as his cock hammered into you, “I’m so..”

“Close?” Geto grunted, “You’re close?”

“Fuck- yes!”

He swore under his breath.

Your back arched, chest pressing against his as his calloused fingers found your throbbing, ever-so sensitive clit.

You were so close, so, so, so close…

“Cum for me.”

With a scream, your orgasm washed over you, causing you to tremble with the intensity. Geto’s pace didn’t falter as you rode out the after effects. Well, not until he followed you closely after. Hips stuttering, you whined as you felt his cum drip fill you. He moaned loudly, eyebrows furrowed and abs flexed. You decided that it was one of the most beautiful sights in the world.

For a while, you panted against each other, Geto had collapsed on top of you and was now curled into you, head tucked beneath your chin. Absentmindedly, you stroked his air, sighing softly as he kissed your neck tenderly.

“Did I hurt you?” you felt his voice vibrate through where you were touching. Geto’s voice was low and rough- exhausted probably.

“Nah,” you replied easily, “tired though.”

He yawned, “Stay here then.” he muttered, sounding half asleep.

You laughed sardonically, “Is this part of your elite plan to stop me going back?”

Geto sat up, looking at you strangely, “You’re still thinking of going back?” He sounded more judgemental than hurt.

“Well,” you snorted, “probably not now.”

“Fucking hell,” Geto flopped down next to you, cuddling you again, “you scared me.”

You kissed the crown of his head apologetically, “Sorry, Suguru.”

The two of you laid on the sofa together in silence, communicating purely through loving touches and glances. Outside, you heard the rain become heavier on the windows, drowning out the buzz of the kitchen.

“I love you too,” you blurted, suddenly reminded of his abrupt confession, “by the way.”

Geto huffed, “I figured.”

“I’m staying here.” you added. A confirmation.

You felt him press a lingering kiss to your cheek.

“I figured that one too.”

You sighed, “I’ll need to go home and grab my stuff… and quit my job…” Geto snickered on top of you, “what a bore…”

“How long will that take?” he asked, voice rough.

“Like,” you wrinkled your nose, “three days, maybe.”

Geto groaned, “‘S long time.”

“Yeah,” you agreed irritably, “what a drag.”

He snorted, “I miss you already.”

“Tease.”

#in an era of naming fics after beatles songs #and you are powerless to stop me #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #angst #geto suguru #jjk gojo #jjk geto #jjk shoko #jjk fluff #geto x reader #smut #jjk smut #jjk geto x reader

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gingiesworld · 10 months

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Love Is Fickle

Part 2

Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader

Warnings: Angst. Fluff.

18+ MINORS DNI

Taglist: @username23345 @fxckmiup @marvelogic @dark-hunter16 @moistblobfish

After the party, Wanda mainly only went to work and then home. She didn't want to see anyone or Y/N especially. She couldn't hate them but she hated that they abandoned her. They left without a goodbye.

It took weeks before she finally mustered the courage to go out with some of her friends. Needing a drink to try and clear her mind.

"So Y/N, why did you leave?" She heard someone say nearby. Her eyes soon catching Y/N's who shrugged the woman off when they followed Wanda out of the bar.

"Wanda!" Y/N called out as they walked behind her. "Would you stop!!" They gripped her wrist softly.

"Does everyone know but me?" She questioned with tears in her eyes. "Did everyone know I was a part of the reason you left?"

"No." They told her honestly. "Only Nat and my mom knew."

"Why didn't you ever write to me?" Wanda asked them.

"You were happy. You had Vision, as much as I hated that he had you." Y/N sighed as they looked in her eyes. "You were happy. He made you happy and that's all I ever wanted."

"I wanted my best friend to stay in my life Y/N!" She yelled as Y/N nodded.

"Can I ask you a question if we're being honest right now." Wanda just nodded as Y/N pursed their lips before finding the right way to ask. "How long did it take for you to notice that I was gone?" Already knowing the answer, they wanted to hear it from her.

"I don't know." Wanda sighed as she scrunched her eyebrows. "A month maybe." She shrugged as Y/N smiled sadly.

"You forgot that I existed until it suited you Wanda." They told her. "So you are to blame just as much as me."

"In case you haven't noticed, he broke up with me." Wanda stated. "And I needed you. I needed my best friend."

"You needed me when you didn't have him." Y/N stated. "A second thought, that's all I ever was. All I ever will be." With that Y/N walked away, leaving Wanda teary eyed. She was to blame just as much as they were about their friendship failing.

Over the coming weeks she had barely seen Y/N. Even hearing from her mom that they had moved out of Peggy's and gotten their own apartment on the other side of town.

"You know I remember when the two of you were little, you used to walk around everywhere saying that you two were married. Even made wedding rings out of paper clips." Mrs Maximoff spoke reminiscing when her children were younger. "Hell, you used to say that you were going to marry your best friend when you were older and have kids together."

"Come on mom. I was a child." Wanda groaned as Mrs Maximoff smirked.

"I know, but sometimes even when we're children, we know exactly how we want our lives to be." She told her daughter. "You saw them in your life until the end, don't lose what you had because they had the balls to know how they felt about you."

"Mom, I loved them as my best friend!" Wanda exclaimed. "That's all we ever were."

"Wanda." Her mom turned to face her. "You know very well deep down how you feel about them." She paused before she looked at her daughter once more. "You just need to remember Wanda."

That was all Wanda had done for the next few weeks. Remembering all of the times Y/N was there for her. All of the times they had made her smile, made her life. Even the times they would argue and she would cry. They always comforted her whenever they were mad at her for something.

She soon realised how they made her feel safe and comfort. It didn't matter if they were having a bad day themselves, they made sure to make Wanda smile or laugh. Even just the simple cuddles they shared on movie nights. The way they would hold her as they watched a horror movie. The forehead kisses and the back caresses. Just the thought was giving her butterflies.

She had never realised that maybe the right one was there for her all along. The person she was meant to be with was always by ber side. She just didn't realise it. Before she knew it, her mom handed her a piece of paper making Wanda glance at her confused.

"It's their address." She informed her. "Peggy gave it to me and I can see by what is going on in your mind you need to see them."

"Thank you Mama." She hugged her mom before she ran out of her family home. Running as fast as she could to the other side of town. Finding Y/N's building easily and running up many flights of stairs.

"Wanda?" Y/N locked their door as they spotted Wanda exit the stairwell.

"Why are you dressed like that?" Wanda questioned as she noticed they were dressed in their uniform.

"Deployment." They informed her. "I have to be at the base in a few hours."

"Fuck." Wanda groaned as she approached Y/N. "I need to talk to you."

"I really need to go." They told her.

"Please Y/N." She pleaded. "I need to get this off of my chest. It's now or never."

"Wanda, I really need to leave. My taxi is downstairs and I have to make my flight." They told her as they walked away from her, stepping into the stairwell.

"I love you." Wanda yelled after them as the door closed. Hoping that Y/N would turn around and run to her. She kept her eyes on the door, only for it to never open. "I'll wait for you Y/N." She whispered as her tears started to fall.

Soon making her way home, finding Natasha on her way who looked at her with worried eyes.

"Wanda, are you ok?" She questioned in concern as Wanda shook her head no.

"I was too late." She whispered shakily. "I was too late to love them." Nat just wrapped her arms around Wanda as she cried. Not caring about the tears or snot that would make it's way onto her shirt. Nat knew how much it pained Y/N to leave Wanda all of those years ago and to see Wanda feeling that same pain, she knew that Wanda had finally figured it out after all of these years.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #marvel #wanda x y/n #wanda x you #wanda x reader #elizabeth olsen #elizabeth olsen x reader #wanda maximoff x you #natasha romanoff

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widowwaddles · 9 months

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The Aftermath

Part 2 of the Yelena the Match Maker - The (Late) Valentine's Day Special

Pairing: Wanda x Reader

Warnings: insecure Wanda, a bit more angsty than I intended but a happy ending, and an even more "happy" bonus ending

W/c: ~1.5k

Taglist: @xxxtwilightaxelxxx, @username23345, @nikkinss

A/n: it’s not the best, but it’s been sitting in my drafts for months lol

You weren’t too sure what to expect when you knocked on Wanda’s door. You already knew she was expecting you, but as you knocked on the door, you couldn’t help but get nervous. Despite having all the evidence needed to clear your name, you didn’t know how Wanda would react – if she’d even believe you. This was the most upset you’ve ever seen her, she ignored you when she left the community center and didn’t even wait for you in the parking lot so you could drive to her house together.

What really set shivers down your spine was the text you received from Natasha, telling you to fix this issue with Wanda before she takes matters into her own hands. Natasha was very protective over Wanda, as she stood by her side through the highs and lows of her relationship with Vision. You tried to explain that her sister was the mastermind before this, but she just left you on read. Not the best sign, especially if it is any reflection of what’s to come for your conversation with Wanda.

She opens the door, not even bothering to look as she turns back inside. She walks back towards her couch, crossing her arms and giving you an expectant look when you enter the room. You sat on the couch, looking up at Wanda as you waited for her next move. You couldn’t help but feel like a child about to be scolded at this moment. It would be a funny memory to bring up in the future IF you can save your relationship. You silently curse Yelena as Wanda sits on the completely opposite side of the couch.

“Wanda, I-”

“Before you start, I just wanted to say something to you” she interrupts, causing you to look at her in surprise. “It’s something I’ve been thinking about since we decided to give this a chance, and everything that happened today kinda put it all in perspective” The moment those words left her mouth, your heart started to ache. This was not the direction you were hoping this conversation would go. You start to protest, but she silences you with one firm look.

“I don’t want you to interrupt me. I don’t think I will be able to get it all out if you do. Please” she finishes off her plea with a cracked voice. You give her a look, silently promising to keep your word.

“From the moment we met, I knew you were special. I had no idea that it would be anything beyond a friendship, and I definitely did not believe that it would progress as fast as it did. Honestly, I’ve never been happier and I’m so thankful to you because I never thought I’d get to experience it again” Her eyes start to water, as she smiles. “I don’t have much experience when it comes to relationships or friends. Vision was my first for everything after I moved here, and he was supposed to be my last…until he wasn’t. I know what happens when things move too fast and you lose parts of who you are because you’re so desperate to keep it from falling apart. And I’m so scared of that happening to us, and having to lose you because of it” She shifts her focus to her hands as more tears start to fall from her eyes. You move towards her, grabbing her hands before she can start picking (a habit you’ve discovered in the months you’ve been dating).

“After the divorce, I thought I was done with relationships altogether. I believed I was too broken to ever have that chance again. Until you came along. I’ve never had this, something that feels so balanced and healthy. Everything is so new to me, these feelings are so new to me. I just want to let it consume me; to just keep you close and never let go. But that wouldn’t be fair to you” Wanda pulls away. “I don’t want to force you into something you’re not ready for. I know that we decided to take things slow so It wasn’t fair of me to get so upset about someone buying you flowers. You should be allowed to keep your options open, especially with all of the baggage I have. It’s probably better that you figure it out now, rather than later” Wanda ends, giving you a strained smile.

“Am I allowed to speak now?” you ask.

“Yes”

“I understand what you have said, about not wanting things to move too fast and it ultimately leading to the downfall of our relationship. I have the same fears too, but I would NEVER treat you the way Vision did. I don’t see you as broken. I see you as a strong, loving woman and mother. Someone who’s continued to push forward despite everything life has thrown her way. Someone that I find myself falling for (and over) ever since we met. Yeah, it may be too soon for me to be saying these things but it’s hard not to when you’ve met someone this perfect. I can’t even explain how deep my feelings go, but I just want you to know that you aren’t alone in this. And you will never be again if you’ll allow me to stay by your side. I don’t want to ‘keep my options open’ when I have the best thing in front of me. You are all I want, I promise you. Despite everything that’s happened in the past, and we have no idea where things will go in the future, as long as you’re the only constant in my life I don’t care what happens” You move closer to Wanda, bringing your hand up to wipe her tears.

“I know you’ve been told so many empty promises, but I want to prove it to you” She brings her hand up to cover yours. She nods her head, tears filling her eyes again but this time was different. They were tears of relief and security.

“And the first step to our future, is this” Using your other hand, you pull out the receipts from your pocket. It wasn’t as smooth as you thought it would be, but you held it out for Wanda to take. You watch as she reads the papers and the moment it all clicks in her head. Wanda crumples the papers and throws her body into your arms.

“I’m going to kill her” her voice muffled by your body.

“You and me both” wrapping your arms around her and holding her tightly against you. Honestly, you weren’t that upset with Yelena anymore in that moment, you were just happy you got to hold Wanda again. The crisis was averted and you just wanted to revel in the moment. Tomorrow you could think of revenge.

*** Bonus "Alternative" Ending (18+, suggestive content below)

It took a lot of groveling.

“Wanda, I’ve already shown you the receipt, why are you still angry with me?” you whine.

Wanda glances between you and the receipt on her table, a frown settled on her face.

And I mean a lot of groveling.

“You’re the best thing to ever happen to me Wanda, I would never want to jeopardize that.” You say wrapping your arms around Wanda tightly, pulling her into you as you fall back onto her couch. Wanda stays still, relishing in the warmth of your body for a moment before pulling away. You think she’s going to stand up and leave, a pout instantly making its way onto your lips, but to your surprise - she straddles your lap.

“I trust you and I believe you about Yelena being behind this” she leans down, close to your ear before continuing. “I just don’t like the idea of anyone buying you flowers” Pulling away to look you in the eyes, you see hers have darkened. Leaning forward you try to kiss her but she backs up. Her hand pushes on your chest until you're lying flat against the cushions again.

“I think you need to be reminded who you belong to” Grabbing your hand she pins them above your head. She grabs your neck, tilting it to the side before pressing a kiss against your pulse point.

“And no touching until I’m done,” she says, before diving into your neck and marking her territory. You couldn’t help but think that this is what Yelena meant when she said Wanda was going to destroy you. Wanda doesn’t give your mind much time to think about anything else as she draws moans from your throat, only motivating her to go harder.

After practically completely covering your neck, Wanda pulls away with a satisfied look.

“You know that I’m yours, right?” She grabs your hands leading them to her hips. She smiles at how responsive you are, your hands slightly lowering and gripping her tight, as you nod your head eagerly. She leans down again, this time hovering over your lips.

“Then prove it to me”

And so you did until any remaining doubts plaguing Wanda’s mind faded along with her consciousness as she lay against your chest that night. You kiss her head, as you think of how your next conversation with Yelena will go. Even though you ended up enjoying the outcome, if it wasn’t for the receipts, you don’t even think you’d still be in a relationship. Deciding this is something you’d have to deal with tomorrow, you pull Wanda into you

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #dontgobakingmyheart

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mayajadewrites · 6 months

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Never Say Never - Suguru Geto x Reader

Chapter Four: Roomie Night

Chapter Summary: The roommates get together every now and then at the house to get drunk together and just hang out. Suguru decides to be brave, which leads to more questions than answers.

Author notes: I'm literally listening to a playlist called 'dating suguru geto' to get in the mindset to write this chapter because there will be smut.

WARNING: SMUT AHEAD.

ao3

TAGS: @username23345

"It's roomie night!!" I smile, wiggling two bottles of liquor in my hands. Shoko smiles, grabbing a bottle from me and pouring herself a glass.

Every now and then we try to do roomie night - which is when all of the roommates get together and drink, hangout, and overall just have a good time.

It's been weird with Suguru lately, but I'm hoping the liquor is mixed with truth serum so he can tell me what the hell is going on.

"I got you guys your favorite snacks." Gojo pushed his glasses in front of his eyes, revealing the tray of snacks.

"You're so thoughtful. Thank you, Satoru." I wrap an arm around Gojo. He can be the biggest pain in my ass, but he is the sweetest person. Always so thoughtful.

"NOW LETS DRINK." Gojo yelled, running to the kitchen.

And loud.

Suguru was leaning against the wall, sipping on his drink. I work up the courage to walk over to him, even though his stature almost repels me.

He peers at me with his half hooded eyes, nodding his head. Suguru loves wearing black, of course, so he's wearing a black tshirt that shows off his arm tattoos, and a pair of black sweatpants.

I opted for sweat-shorts, a tank top, and an oversized zip up hoodie, revealing my shoulder.

"What are you drinking?" I smile, standing on my tip-toes to see his drink.

"Whiskey. You wouldn't like it." Suguru took another sip from his cup, locking his eyes with yours.

"Since when do you know everything about me?"

"Since I've spent 95% of my life with you."

Well, he has a point.

I sip on my rum and pineapple, which admittedly is mostly rum. Gojo turned on music from his roomie playlist. It's as chaotic as us - there's happy songs, party songs, and songs you fuck to.

"Did you wear those shorts for me?" Suguru leaned down to my ear, whispering. I could feel his chest against my back, causing me to freeze.

"Nope." I made a 'pop' noise. "Why? You like?" I twirled, the liquor hitting me slowly.

Suguru didn't answer, he just walked to the couch where Gojo, Shoko, and Nanami were. I followed, grabbing a blanket from the basket on the floor.

I sat next to Nanami on purpose, because it was opposite of Suguru.

"We're almost done with college, what are we gonna do after?" Gojo said.

"Get jobs. Be adults. Pay bills." Nanami pushed his glasses.

"Wow, sounds soooooo fun." Gojo groaned.

We laughed in unison, bantering back and forth.

During the conversation, Suguru got up from his seat next to Shoko and sat next to me under my blanket.

I glare at him before directing my attention back to the conversation, discussing our post-grad plans.

Goosebumps populated my skin as I felt Suguru's hand on my thigh, his long fingers creeping underneath my shorts. He looked so casual while doing it, no one could probably tell. Also, we're all drunk or tipsy, so that helps.

"What are you doing?" I turn to Suguru, raising my eyebrow.

Suguru didn't answer, letting his fingers explore the damp cloth of my thong. A smirk formed on his face as he felt my arousal.

I felt a finger push the fabric of my thong to the side, while another finger enters my pussy. I hold back a moan, afraid of the consequences of my roommates seeing me like this.

Suguru continued his conversation with Gojo as he was doing this, curling his finger inside of me, massaging my clit.

"I'll be right back." I abruptly left the couch, but no one except Suguru noticed.

The liquor has hit.

Suguru followed me to the bathroom, refusing to leave me alone. "I knew I would get you in the bathroom somehow." He locked the door behind him.

"Suguru, don't do something you'll regret." We stopped drinking an hour ago while everyone else was downing more shots. So I'm not sure if we can blame this purely on alcohol.

"Anything regarding you willl never result in regret." Suguru moved a piece of hair behind my ear, then sucking on the finger that was just inside me. "I need to taste more of you.

I searched his eyes for an answer. Lies, truths, anything. I couldn't find what I was looking for, but I so badly want to give into my temptations. I look up at Suguru, biting my bottom lip.

He grabs me by my waist, sitting me on the counter of the bathroom we share. His hands are resting next to my thighs, staring into my eyes. His hair is in his usual half up, half down style with a bun and messy face framing pieces.

"I've dreamt of this moment for years." Suguru inched his face closer to mine, closing the space between us. I cradled his face in my hands as our lips erupted with electricity. His body is standing between my legs, rubbing his thumb along my thigh.

Suguru's lips feel like plump clouds that know exactly how I like being kissed. I wrap my legs around his waist as we kiss, wanting to immerse myself with him.

I can't lie, I've thought about this moment for awhile. It's hard to deny sexual tension, especially with Suguru Geto. The only time it was easy was when he was fucking other women.

"Are you okay?" Suguru popped into my thoughts, caressing my face.

I nod, pulling him back in for another kiss. I opened my mouth slightly to let his tongue in, to which he obliged. I moaned against his lips as Suguru snaked his hands under my hoodie and tank top, resting his hands on my tits. He started kneading them slowly, deepening the kiss.

I helped him take off my hoodie, leaving me only in my tank top and shorts. My tits were spilling out of my top, to which Suguru started kissing them. He kissed, sucked, and bit, leaving multiple marks. I put my hand in his hair, leaning back against the mirror as I felt my core start pulsating.

"I want to taste you." Suguru pulled me to the edge of the counter, pulling my shorts and thong down to the floor in one go. I steadied myself with my forearms on the counter, looking down at the fabulous view of Suguru kneeling in front of my pussy.

"More beautiful than I imagined." He grazed his fingers over my slit, covering them with my arousal. "Good girl, so wet for me already."

I let out a moan before Suguru plunged two of his fingers into my pussy, staring at my face. His eyes are hypnotizing. My hands traveled to his hair again, pushing his face towards my pussy.

"Now." I moan.

"Demanding now, are we?" Suguru hummed, pressing a soft kiss to my slit. My hips jolted from the touch, begging for more.

Suguru slid his tongue in my pussy gently before he started fucking devouring it. He looked up at me while he was eating my pussy like it was his last meal, and I just about lost it.

"You are so beautiful." Suguru mumbled against my pussy, curling and pumping his fingers. My walls begin to pulsate around his hand and mouth, which only makes him go faster. "Cum for me, princess."

The world began to evaporate around me until it was just Suguru and I. My legs were shaking almost uncontrollably, riding out my high.

"Suguru." I moan his name, pressing his face into me. When I halfway come down from the euphoria I just experienced, I noticed Suguru had a white spot on his sweatpants.

This man came from giving ME pleasure.

I don't think another man can ever eat my pussy again.

"Suguru," I breathe, pulling him back up to my eye level.

"You are addicting." He kissed me, my arousal glistening on his lips. "That pussy tastes better than anything else I've ever ate in my life."

"Hey!! What are you two doing?!" Gojo banged on the door. "Why is the door locked?!"

Suguru and I looked at each other, stunned.

"Uh, she's throwing up so I'm holding her hair for her. I didn't want the smell getting out." Suguru lied.

"Oh, thanks man!" Gojo jogged away.

Suguru and I laugh at how easy that was, but then we look at each other and realize our relationship just got a lot more complicated.

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growup-thatbeautiful · 2 years

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The Proposal Headcannons

Series Masterlist

Taglist: @timmyslover @fayhar @username23345 @natashalovers @tasteslikeicedcoffee @hoeforwandanat @angie-1746 @steveharringtonisadisasterdotcom @whore4nat @romanoffswrld @marrymemcgrath @pawiie @sapphosclosefriend @fabgronsky @tastingcevans @kawaiitoga @xxsekhmet @natblackwidow2 @silver-lotus @m-zne237 @imnotslouching @xxxtwilightaxelxxx @wildnightadventures @m4ddie3 @natflough04 @losethetimewqr @rebel-author-chick @333hhm @mrscromanoff @imobsessedwithmilfss @unexpected-character

A/n: hi guys! i have been completely unable to write anything more based on The Proposal, but i’ve gotten a few requests. while i’m not really up to writing the epilogue (yet, i promise i’ve been trying very hard to find some direction. it’s just…been hard), i would love to share a few little headcannons about this story that’s meant so much to me.

idk how many of you know this, but the proposal was my first series i wrote period, so it’s got a very special place in my heart. enjoy <33 without further ado,

the proposal headcannons

after the events of the proposal, you and natasha have a lot of catching up to do

needless to say, you don’t regret anything at all, and neither does natasha. technically you’re married, but you hardly know other

your first real date would be breakfast before work because, let’s be honest, you don’t have a lot of time. natasha’s started working less, which is amazing for both her and you, buy the schedule is still fairly rigorous

anyway, you’re first date is at the coffee shop where you usually pick up her coffee. she’s never actually been there despite the fact that she’s had their coffee for years. there’s a small table in the corner up against the window where you can watch people pass by the busy streets

for the first time, she orders coffee and brings it to you, and you drink what you actually like (not a second drink of hers unless you spill it)

across from you, natasha looks just like she always does. hair pulled half up and half down, there’s a golden flower clip holding her hair up. her white short sleeved dress shirt is tucked into a grey pencil skirt. you still haven’t been able to convince her to stop wearing insanely high stiletto heels

that first date is where you make a rule about no work-related talk on dates, which makes the beginning a little awkward, but it’s easily overcome when you spill coffee all over yourself

afterwards, you walk together to work, and it’s actually really nice to just walk along with her presence beside you

your third date is wedding ring shopping. legally, you’re already married, but neither one of you has a ring. you don’t go for anything traditional, because so far none of the rest of it has been traditional either

it’s natasha who suggests in a quiet voice when you’re sitting in the couch together at her apartment that you pick out each others rings

when you first arrive at the jewelry store, you’re a little overwhelmed because there are so many options, but natasha is there by your side, holding your hand

“it’s okay, love. i’m sure whatever you pick out is going to be beautiful. and if jt isn’t, then i’ll wear it proudly anyway. not everyone can say that their wife picked their ring out three dates after they were married, huh?”

she kisses you on the cheek and sets determinedly on her way to find your ring, and you wander around looking for hers

nothing sticks out to you at first, all diamonds and twisted bands that look the same to you, but you’re passing by the back counter something sticks out

it’s a bright red gem placed in the middle of a rose gold and diamond lining, shaped circularly and attached to a similar rose gold band. you immediately know it’s perfect for natasha. it’s her fire, her hair, her passion. it’s perfect.

you pick it out and pay for it then wait by the door for natasha. she doesn’t take much longer, and you two head to her apartment together

over the time you’ve spent with her, you’ve become much more comfortable in her living space. part of that, you’re sure, is that it’s bigger than yours used to be, but it’s also a mix of both of you’re styles, natasha’s modern-comfortable furniture clashes wonderfully with your many blankets and brightly colored pillows.

tonight, you sit together on the floor by the wall of windows that overlook the city, facing each other crossed-legged. she’s got a famaliar looking red dino in her lap and you have a blanket thrown over you shoulders. in between you are the jewelry boxes of both of your rings

you go first. with shaking hands, you give natasha her box. her smoothing smile does little to calm your nerves.

“if you don’t like it we can take it back,” you say quickly, praying that she does like it.

“calm down,” she chides, reaching across the space in between you for your hand. “i trust you.”

you had absolutely no reason to worry. when she sees the ring, she covers her mouth with her hand and her gaze flits excitedly between you and the ring. “love,” she breathes, taking it out of the box carefully, “it’s beautiful. thank you.”

once she has it on her finger, your box is handed to you and you open it slowly. inside, nestled between black velvet is a vintage blue stone, outlined by rose gold and diamonds.

“i picked it because it matches the necklace your grandma gave me,” natasha explains softly. “i love having part of your family around my neck, and i want you to be part of that too.”

(natasha always wears the baby blue necklace around her neck. since she’s gotten it, you haven’t seen her without it, and it’s become a habit of hers to take it between her fingers and play with it)

it’s so completely well thought out and picked with such sentiment that you feel tears spring in your eyes. natasha takes your newly ringed hand and kisses the ring in your finger gently, and you can’t help but get closer to her.

your hands go around her neck and you wrap your legs around her waist. natasha laughs and brings her hands to cup your face.

“i guess we’re really married, huh?” she asks, running her thumb across your cheekbone. the metal of the ring on her finger is cool against your skin and you lean into it.

“i guess so,” you grin. with her hands holding you and her body underneath you, there’s no where else you’d rather be.

p.s. here are the rings that i had in mind for you and natasha :))

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mionemymind · 29 days

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Never Enough

Summary: The aftermath of Wanda cheating on Y/n.

A/n: Felt inspired after watching a bomb ass movie :) Gif credits to the wonderful @dreamlonelywolf

Warnings: Cheating with Vision, Cursing, Pure Angst, No Happy Ending, No Part Two

Word Count: 471

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“What can I do to fix this? Please - I know I messed up. Please let me fix this.” It was a pathetic sight to see Wanda beg Y/n as the two quietly argued in the parking lot. Many onlookers were nearby. Y/n already felt embarrassed enough by her wife. She didn’t need the judgment of others.

But as more people passed, it felt like everyone within a mile vicinity knew. They all knew that Wanda cheated. Everyone did besides her.

“Don’t act like you want to fix this now, Wanda. You got caught - again. Grow the fuck up.” Y/n shoved her bag at the back seat and slammed the door shut.

Wanda stepped in front of Y/n, using her body to block the driver’s side door. She instinctively reached out to grab Y/n’s hand. “Don’t.”

Y/n backed up slightly, hands away from Wanda’s reach. “I want you out of my fucking life, Wanda. Don’t fucking text me, call me, or reach out. I’m getting a fucking divorce and that’s the last you’ll ever see of me.”

“Please - just let me talk-“

“Talk about what?! How you keep going back to him?! How this is the third fucking time you’ve got caught?! How nothing I will ever do make you fully love me?!” Getting into Wanda’s face, the red head could feel the anger dripping out of Y/n. The vein in her neck could practically burst at how mad she was.

“If that’s what you want to hear so fucking badly, then save it. I’m tired of all the lies. You want him? Have at it. I could care less anymore.” Taking off her ring, Y/n shoved it into Wanda’s hand causing the girl to stumble back in shock.

Using this opportunity, Y/n got into her car and locked the door immediately. Wanda tried a couple times to get it opened but failed. She tapped on the window, trying her best to get Y/n’s attention.

“I love you,” Wanda whispered, but the blank stare that Y/n held terrified Wanda. This was the point of no return. This was the last time she’ll ever see Y/n. And that scared her.

“I’m staying at Emma’s. I won’t bother getting my shit. You can have it.” Wanda’s jaw clenched at the mention of the blonde. Someone she knew had such a strong love for Y/n. Wanda scoffed and shook her head.

“Fine - go to her like you always do.” Finally looking Wanda in the eye, Y/n showed no emotion, having gone completely numb at the memory of Vision fucking Wanda.

“Don’t patronize me, Wanda. I don’t need two people to feel complete. But clearly you do.” Not waiting for her response, Y/n drove off forever out of Wanda’s life.

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swan-of-sunrise · 2 years

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Stumblin’ In Book VI: “Endgame” Masterlist

Summary: Despite their best efforts, Thanos succeeded in wiping out half the universe with a snap of his fingers and (Y/N) (Y/L/N) not only lost her friends in the Snap, but also the baby girl she shared with Steve Rogers. Five years later, however, a long-lost ally appeared out of thin air and way to bring back everyone they’d lost would begin to take shape. Follow (Y/N) and her remaining friends as they do whatever it takes to avenge the fallen and reverse the devastation that the Mad Titan brought to the entire universe.

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine (Part I) (Part II) Chapter Ten Epilogue

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vernasce · 3 months

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐈𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐈𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐈𝐭?

Gojo Satoru x Reader

Summary: He asked me, "Do you trust me?" and like a fool, I said, "yes."

The strongest, the richest, the one-man clan, the one whose mere existence shifted the balance of the world, Gojo Satoru, is a legacy. Or perhaps, a lesson for the world. Out of his conviction, Gojo Satoru asks for your hand in marriage, a non-sorcerer. After all, everything must happen for his convenience. But what happens when said sorcerer begins to fall in love with you?

Characters: Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, OC (reader is not OC)

Warnings: arranged marriage au, unrequited love, romance, family drama, tragedy, angst/hurt, fluff, explicit language, domestic violence, neglect, toxic relationships, semi-canon plot, blood, gore, classism, mentions of character death, mentions of suicide, self harm/mentions of self-harm, ptsd/mentions of pstd, family abandonment, use of alcohol, mentions of past relationship, abusive parenting, gojo has daddy and mommy issues, gojo doesn't know how to express his feelings, so he tries to buy your feelings

Status: upcoming

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a/n: minors, ageless, and blank blogs will be blocked

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thewitchandtheassassin · 2 months

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A Pirate’s Life for Me Part Eight (Wanda M x Reader x Natasha R.)

Summary: You've been taken, now he's being hunted.

Warnings: Violence. Lots of violence.

A/N: I haven't died. I swear. I'm... hopefully gonna have more stuff soonish.

Lingering between consciousness and slumber, Natasha’s arm tightened around the lithe waist of the woman tucked against her chest, dragging her closer into the embrace as she breathed in the earthy, addicting scent of Wanda. Her fingers flexed outward in search of the other woman often curled around the brunette’s back but found no warmth to satisfy her quest. She grunted in displeasure, both from the lack of you and the dull sounds of the world waking outside the four walls of their temporary bedroom.

Drifting deeper into the land of dreams, she was almost asleep once until the jarring sound of a sudden, sharp yell sent her upright. Wanda yelped in surprise, nearly toppling off the bed before Natasha’s strong hand caught her upper arm.

“Natasha!” Yelena’s voice was clear among ruckus, the familiar twang of metal meeting filling what should be silence.

On her feet in an instant, she was swift to find her discarded sword before charging out the door with a half-dressed, disoriented Wanda close behind, her own weapon in hand. Rushing at Yelena’s assailant as she barreled out of the room, she jammed her blade through his side with practiced simplicity before shoving his soon-to-be-lifeless body to the floor.

“What the fuck has happened?” she demanded, peering at her crew fighting with familiarly dressed men throughout the hall.

Maria’s attacker was already on his knees, choking on the crimson gushing from his open mouth. Kate had a man pinned to the wall, her knuckles split from the repeated motion of her knuckles meeting his face as she screamed at him with a ferocity that would have normally made Yelena swoon, if the situation were any different. She was young but fierce, a trait that often left the blonde drooling (much to Natasha’s amusement).

But you were nowhere to be found – and that didn’t sit well with her.

“Rumlow. He’s kidnapped (Y/N),” Yelena grunted, driving her sword through another man as he stumbled past her. “She threw a rock through my window. Woke me before his men began their siege on the inn. She left us enough time to stop a massacre, but I could not stop him from taking her. She was fighting him when I last saw her but I lost her in the attack. I am so sorry, captain.”

For a moment, the world narrowed into a darkened tunnel, blood roaring in her ears. You were taken. You were taken and they hadn’t been able to stop them.

With a furious, guttural scream that could’ve terrified the bravest of people, Natasha stormed over to the man locked in battle with Darci and slammed him into the wall. Startled by the sudden movement, his hand smacked off the wall and his sword skidded across the floor away from him as it tumbled from his grasp. His throat bobbed nervously as the tip of her blade dug in just below his chin, the rage in her eyes chilling him to the bone.

“Where is he taking her?” she snarled, watching emotionlessly as blood trickled onto her blade.

“W-we were told to k-kill you all and meet him at the ship! If we did not return, he will set sail for Cape Cod. To wed Lady (Y/N).” The man’s cheeks were flush with fear, tears sliding over heated flesh and the front of his breeches darkening pathetically.

Lip curled in disgust, she dispatched the man with a flourish, never breaking eye contact even as his head fell away from his shoulders. Turning as his lifeless body slumped to the floor, she returned to her partner and right-hand with determination in her gait.

“We must dress and see if those on our boat still live. We have to stop Rumlow before he reaches Governor Pierce and Cape Cod, lest we…” she trailed off.

Despite the fire in her gaze, Wanda could see worry and panic peeking through. She was certain there was a similar concern mirrored in hers. If they could not get to you before he made landfall, would you be lost to them forever?

-X-

Fidgeting with the iron cuffs locked uncomfortably around your wrists, you growled as the tension in the chains endured. You’d been unconscious when they’d tossed the metal upon you and there was little means of escaping from them. It didn’t help that were confined in the belly of the ship, tucked in a dark space, with no means of finding a way to extract yourself from them. You’d initially been given a bed in the Captain’s Quarters, but you’d been thrown into the belly so you wouldn’t “cause the captain anymore problems”.

(It wasn’t your fault he was not fast enough to stop your teeth from sinking into the side of his hand after he dared to caress your cheek. Clearly he needed practice in moving quicker.)

The hatch above your head slowly creaked open, a shadowed face peering down at you. Darkness danced along his features, but you could vaguely make out the outline of the man serving as Rumlow’s right-hand, Helmut Zemo.

Truly the epitome of young and dumb.

“Are you alright, miss?” he awkwardly squeaked, his smile curled in an almost unnatural way.

Snorting, you narrowed your eyes into unimpressed slits. “I’m trapped in the belly of this bloody ship after being kidnapped, with no food or water or warmth, in the dark and wearing chains. What do you think?”

His cheeks grew ruddy under the contemptuous venom in your words, eyes flickering over his shoulder for a moment.

"Ah, apologies. That was a stupid question." Smiling uncomfortably, he opened the hatch a little more. "Would some fresh air help? Maybe some rations? It's not much but I don't feel right letting you starve to death down here."

Kidnapping and holding me hostage is fine, killing my family is fine, but letting me starve bothers him?

Resisting the urge to let your eyes roll back into your skull, you forced a meek smile at him. "That would be lovely, sir."

Perking up at your sudden compliance, he slowly ushered you up the rickety ladder before leading you out onto the deck of the ship. Keen eyes were studious and discrete as you looked upon the frothy waters but you saw no sign of your ship. For a split second, you wondered if they would abandon you, leave you to this fate - or worse, if they were icy corpses back in some dingy inn - but you shook away that thought. You were not helpless. If they did not come, you'd save yourself and spend your life searching for answers or revenge.

Whatever may come.

-X-

The first time he allowed you onto the deck, the crew had watched you with wary scrutiny. So you kept your wits, eating and drinking what you could to the best of your abilities. You would keep your cards close to your chest, watching the waters in hopes of seeing the flying colors you’d come to love on the horizon. And after a few days of being let topside, the scrutiny faded. Even Rumlow would hover less, choosing to stare at you from a distance, his face a mixture of disgust and longing. He clearly hated you for the choices you’d made – choosing those harlot pirates over a dignified man like himself - but that boyhood obsession of his still remained, burning in spite of his revulsion.

On your seventh day of being allowed to drink in the fresh air, Zemo carefully unlocked the metal from your wrists, wincing at the raw flesh beneath. "You are expected to wear these in the evening, lest you be tempted to overtake the ship, but Captain Rumlow believes you will not lash out during the day."

Delicate fingers traced over the abused skin. Glancing up at him, you demurely smiled, batting your eyes.

"Thank you. I see there is no point in being a problem, it would serve my best interests to learn more about this ship and its people. If I am expected to marry Brock, I should know you all better."

The lies poured off your tongue with ease, so honey-sweet and gentle that Zemo was oblivious to the dangers lurking beneath the surface. In his line of business, it should have learned to never trust a pretty face and yet, here he was.

To be so dumb and trusting, you mused, forcing away the smirk threatening to overtake the innocent smile.

The sun was high in the sky when you first noticed it. A tiny blip on the churning waters. It was quite a ways back, but the strength of the wind seemed to offer bursts of speed for the somewhat smaller vessel. None of Rumlow's crew seemed to pay any attention to the ship, far too arrogant to acknowledge they might not succeed, but you repeatedly peered over to it as the day crept along...

And you knew what comes next.

-X-

Tucking away the spyglass, an unnerving expression befell the redheaded pirate as she considered what to do. She could see you atop the boat, staring at her ship expectantly. As if you knew they would come.

A small piece of her wondered why you were allowed to trudge about so freely on that repulsive creature’s ship after you’d been taken, but she trusted you.

She always had.

“Is it them?” Wanda inquired quietly, following Natasha’s eyes.

“Yes,” she murmured, gripping the hand that fell into hers, “I can see her standing on the deck. She knows we are coming.”

Wanda’s brow pinched as her lips turned down. “Do you think -”

“No.” The answer was abrupt and severe, halting wandering insecurities before they ran wild. She wanted to shake herself for ever having such a concern; she didn’t want Wanda to slip down the same path of thought. “She is a brilliant woman. I do not doubt she has played into Rumlow’s ego and pride to give herself an advantage. I believe she is simply waiting for a sign.”

Nodding, a steely resolve refined Wanda’s features. A thirst for blood and war shined treacherously in emerald irises, a sheer contrast to the sweet woman who often graced the boards of their fine ship.

Back straightening, Natasha was transported back in time, to their early years of pirating. Watching her lover carve through pirates and imperials alike, her grace unfathomable even as she ended lives and bloodlines without a second thought. Remembered her bewitching dance of death, the vicious and beautiful intricacies of what was normally such a brutal act slowly earning her the name of Scarlet Witch, whispered across the seas in fear and awe.

And she could see herself, eyes empty and blade meticulous. Could remember killing her mentor and hearing him whisper the name, “Black Widow,” as blood spilled into her hands and onto her worn boots.

Swallowing down those memories, Natasha’s resolution became tangible and clear.

“Aim for that ship – and ram it.”

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justauthoring · 5 days

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and i wonder... who? [3]

somehow, you find yourself torn between the two hottest guys at your school and you have no idea who to choose. loosely based off of operation: true love where geto is eunhyeuk and gojo is dohwa :)

a/n: operation true love is back and im back with this series :)))))))) (also apologies if you asked to be tagged and you're not tagged in this post, im sure im missing a few... just message me or comment on this if you still want to be tagged!)

pairing: geto suguru x f!reader, gojo satoru x f!reader

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You could not believe your eyes.

The second you’d read that text, you’d convinced yourself you’d imagined it; blinking rapidly, rubbing at your eyes, even pinching yourself because there was just no way he’d actually texted you. Even if it was from an unknown number, it was clear who it was – seconds after bumping into him, him rudely blaming you and then calling you by that god-awful nickname, you get a text right after?

With the same nickname?

Yeah, it was clear who it was.

The past two days alone have been more than confusing. If it wasn’t Sukuna cheating on you, it was Geto suddenly acting like he cared about you even though for as long as you’ve known him, he’s done nothing but ignore you. And if he wasn’t ignoring you, he was glaring at you; giving you those eyes that made it clear what he thought of you. You were oblivious and you weren’t as dumb as you came across, it had been abundantly clear to you that Geto didn’t like you and even more, he probably thought you were pathetic.

And now? Now you had Gojo Satoru texting you? And why? Because you’d accidentally bumped into him in the hall? When, really, if anyone bothered to ask you, you’d guarantee it had been him who’d walked right into you – couldn’t a guy see when a girl was upset and needed a moment to herself?

Clearly, Gojo couldn’t.

The worst part was that Sukuna cheating on you seemed like the least shocking thing and that in of itself just seemed so cruel. It wasn’t like you weren’t aware – Sukuna treated you horribly. Sure, you were positive that at one point he really truly had liked you and maybe there was a way to get him to again, but that didn’t erase the fact that for the past few months he’s been nothing short of terrible to you.

Dismissive of you, blatantly ignoring you, you can’t count on one hand how many times he’s laughed with his friends at you when you’ve wanted nothing more than him to defend you or at the very least comfort you.

So, yeah… him cheating on you? Wasn’t all that surprising. And you’re still not really sure how to feel about that.

Your mind is a jumbled mess throughout the entirety of class that you barely pay attention. When the teacher calls for lunch, you’re blinking yourself out of your stupor, jumping in your seat as everyone around you excitedly packs up their things. You probably look like an idiot sitting there watching everyone, stunned, face red when you realize you did not listen to a single thing your teacher was saying, until a hand falls on your arm.

Your eyes meet Shoko’s concerned ones.

“Y/N?”

You feel a buzz from your phone in your back pocket and the stupor is quickly replaced by anger.

There’s no way I’m letting him get away with calling me ‘sweet cheeks’.

You push yourself to a sudden stand, startling Shoko who lets out a tiny shriek in response, head jerking back to avoid being smacked by yours. Then, you’re grabbing your backpack and promptly turning around, making your way towards the door with a determined expression.

All while Shoko gapes at you; “Y-Y/N?!”

You’ll apologize later but you don’t have time to answer her distressed call. The second you’re outside the class, you’re pulling your phone from your pocket, glowering as you read the text.

Ignoring me? :(((

“Jerk,” you mumble to yourself, fingers moving quickly to reply.

Where are you?

And the reply comes almost instantly.

Why? Already missing me?

Jesus. What an egotistical guy.

Shaking your head, you focus on replying.

Just tell me where you are.

Your finger taps impatiently on the side of the phone while you wait.

In the hall outside the cafeteria.

The second you read those words, you start walking. Students eye you weirdly as you walk by, sending you confused looks and mumbling to each other in wonder of what your problem is; you’re not even aware that you’re practically stomping through the halls, footsteps echoing with each step you take. It only takes you three minutes before you spot Gojo, easily identifying him by his bright white-hair that sticks out like a sore thumb against all the blacks and browns.

He’s already looking in your direction the second you turn down the hall, and your glare darkens on the smirk on his face.

The second you reach him, you go to tell him off, but he cuts in before you can;

“Not gonna lose your footing this time because of how dashing I am?”

And his words are so shocking to you that you completely lose your train of thought, blinking as your lips part in disbelief and you gape up at him with your mouth left wide open. Gojo lets out a loud laugh in response to that, head thrown back in amusement as you feel your face burn.

“Wh-What!” You practically cry, “you’re the one who bumped into me! And I didn’t fall because of how you looked! I fell because you slammed into me!”

Raising a brow, Gojo simply crosses his arms over his chest and leans against the wall, the smirk on his face never faltering.

You huff; “you’re infuriating.”

He snorts; “I've been told.”

Shaking your head, you focus on the reason why you wanted to see him in the first place. “How exactly did you even get my number, by the way?” You ask, holding your phone up for emphasis as you tilt your head at him accusingly. “And I want a real answer.”

Shuffling on his feet, Gojo shrugs; “just asked someone from my class. Some girl.”

Pausing, you sigh; “people need to learn not to just give my number out to anyone,” you mumble to yourself, annoyed. Gojo watches you with a raised brow and amused glance, enjoying the way your face twists expressively while you talk to yourself.

Then, your eyes focus back on his. You try not to lose your train of thought when you remember just how blue they are.

“Whatever,” you brush off, lowering your hand. “Just don’t call me ‘sweet cheeks’ and don’t text me either.”

“But why else would I have got your number?” Gojo asks, the question is genuine.

You just stare up at him. “Fine. Don’t text me unless you need something,” you concede before lowering your gaze. Your voice lowers and Gojo smiles as you start mumbling to yourself once more, moving to pocket your phone away. “Although, I don’t know why you would need to text me in the first place since—”

You halt at the feeling of a hand around your wrist, stopping you from putting your phone away as you stare up at Gojo in disbelief, lips left parted. He doesn’t bother to explain, simply using his other hand to pull your phone from your grasp and turn it towards him. You watch him with a stunned expression, mind not working quick enough to even ask him what he’s doing because all you can focus on is the way his fingers had felt against the skin of your wrist. His grip was so gentle, even if it had been enough to halt your movements, and his fingers were smooth and long.

The touch had sent shivers down your spine.

“There,” Gojo calls, smiling brightly as he turns your phone screen towards you. It takes you a moment, blinking, before you realize what he’d done.

He’d added himself as a contact, naming himself; Satoru <3

First name too?!?!

“That way you always know it’s me.”

You flush, body jerking as you snatch your phone from his grasp, shaking your head. “Wh-what! Don’t…! Don’t just add a heart next to your name like that!”

“Why not?” Gojo asks, face in a pout as he genuinely asks you like he doesn’t understand. Your frazzled movements halt when you realize, arms falling to your sides with a huff before his pout is fading and being replaced by another shit-eating grin. You watch as Gojo goes to grab his own phone from his coat pocket, opening it and tapping at a few things before turning it to show you again.

There you see the both of yours short message threads before your eyes wander higher and then you see that he’s added you as a contact on his phone as well.

And….

Sweet Cheeks <3

That was it. You were confident. You’re going to kill him.

You feel hot and you know you probably look like a mess, wide eyed and lips parted once more as you turn to look at Gojo. Of course, he’s smiling–because why wouldn’t he be–and looks completely unbothered by it all. In fact, you’d reckon he even looks proud of himself.

But yet, when your lips part to argue, you find no words to say. You know you’re embarrassed, a little peeved at the annoying pet name, but you think about the way his hand had felt on you and the way that despite how he was too cocky for his own good, you liked the thought of having him as contact in your phone.

Even if that was the name he’d given himself.

Even if that was the name he’d given you.

And even if there was a heart next to both of your names.

Shoulders falling, you submit; “fine,” you huff. “But just don’t think this means—”

“Y/N.”

You halt, instantly recognizing that voice.

You miss the way Gojo’s eyes zone in on your reaction, shoulders tensing and the expression on your face turning just slightly afraid as you let the words you’d been about to say disappear. The air suddenly grows tense, or maybe you’re imagining it–you’re not sure–but you feel your body stiffly moving to turn, meeting Sukuna’s eyes from across the hall.

His brows furrow when he meets your gaze, eyes hardening at the sight of Gojo behind you.

“What’re you doing talking to Gojo?”

You freeze, and you realize somewhere distant you should say something, but you don’t know what.

Then, an arm falls around your shoulder and a weight is pressed against your back.

“We were exchanging numbers,” Gojo calls out with a singing voice, lips stretched into that familiar wide grin. Though, and you think you might be imagining it, you swear it seems a bit more tight and forced than it had before. “Isn’t that right, Y/N?”

You don’t miss the way he calls you by your first name.

Sukuna doesn’t either.

“Uh… y-yeah,” you force out, letting out an airy laugh that sounds more like a cough than anything.

Sukuna’s face hardens, but the anger in his eyes is passing. With a simple shake of his head, he brushes off your words, before focusing back on meeting your gaze; “come on, Y/N. Let’s have lunch together.”

Oh.

That’s right.

Maybe he will again.

You’d been trying to win back Sukuna. Sukuna, your boyfriend. The boyfriend that had cheated on you with a girl who has had it out for you since middle school… Sukuna, whose hands have never felt as warm as the way Gojo’s had against yours just a few minutes ago; nor as soft, nor have they ever made you feel the way Gojo’s had.

“You should break up with him.”

Eyes squeezing shut, you force yourself to block out Geto’s words.

No, this was just silly. You’d already decided – you were going to win back Sukuna and that was that. Geto’s words didn’t matter and neither did Gojo’s hands; it was all just silly distractions you’d let yourself sink into because of your hurt.

You wanted to be with Sukuna and you wanted to win his feelings back.

And here he was inviting you for lunch. You’d be stupid to pass up the opportunity.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you nod, gently shrugging Gojo’s arm off of your shoulder and taking a step forward. “Okay,” you call out sweetly, smiling at Sukuna, it strengthens the second you see Sukuna instantly ease at your agreement.

You offer Gojo a smile over your shoulder as you make your way to Sukuna, ignoring the frown on his face as you wave.

Then, you beam up at Sukuna.

He glances at Gojo behind you for a moment longer, before meeting your eyes. You try to make sure you don’t smile too wide or obnoxiously, trying to make sure you look pretty, head tilted as you bat your lashes at him and reach for his hand.

Reluctantly, Sukuna slips his hand into your own, not bothering to return your smile as he leads you into the cafeteria.

You watch Sukuna and Mei Mei with a barely concealed frown.

When Sukuna had first invited you out, you’d thought he meant a date. You’d practically squealed of excitement in your bedroom, kicking your feet before hurriedly getting ready. You’d done your hair, made sure your makeup looked flawless, and dressed exactly how you knew Sukuna liked you to dress. The two of you hadn’t been on a date just the two of you in a long time, and the last time you’d tried… well. It hadn’t ended the way you thought you would.

Operation get Sukuna to fall for Y/N again seemed like it was going well if Sukuna was inviting you out for a date and you knew tonight was the perfect opportunity to up your charm and flirting to remind Sukuna why he’d asked you out in the first place.

Then, you’d shown up at the arcade only to see Sukuna already there with Mei Mei, Mahito and a few of his other friends.

And quickly, you realized your plan was already starting to be a complete and utter failure.

With nothing more than a simple ‘hey’, Sukuna had barely acknowledged your presence nor had he tried to hang with you at all since you’d arrived. You’d been here for an hour and the most attention you got from anyone was Mahito when he’d asked you if you’d watch his stuff for him; you believe his exact words had been ‘if you’re going to sit there like a loser all night, can you at least be helpful and watch my stuff?’.

So that’s what you’d done.

Honestly, you were impressed you were as collected as you were. You knew you should’ve just left, but the small hope that maybe Sukuna would notice you kept you there even as it got harder and harder not to cry. You didn’t want to seem like more of a loser though, so you forced the tears back; trying to ignore the racing thoughts that ran through your mind as you sat there, all dolled up for a guy who didn’t care about you at all.

You were starting to think you’d been wrong all along and maybe he never had.

Were you that undesirable? You’d thought you were a good girlfriend… you’d tried not to be too clingy, even if Sukuna said otherwise and you’d always tried to help him and support him in anything he needed. You tried to wear the things he liked and get into the stuff he was interested in. You went to every one of his games and cheered him on every time. And yet, he’d only ever seemed annoyed at everything you did.

Maybe you were that undesirable.

Maybe you’d never realized just how annoying and insufferable you really were.

Biting your lip, you decide that that’s all you can take for one night and if you don’t leave now, you’re going to cry in the middle of this arcade and that’ll only fuel your embarrassment more.

With one more longing look Sukuna’s way, to which you’re ignored again, you move to stand, grabbing your purse and pulling it over your shoulder as you move to walk away.

Except, the second you turn, you bump aggressively into someone and something cold pours over you.

Your lips part, eyes widening as you realize that it’s some sort of soda, most likely coke, that is now seeping into your blouse and sticking to your skin. Gasping, you glance up to see who you bumped into since it’s clearly becoming a habit of yours, only for your embarrassment to deepen the second you meet a familiar pair of dark eyes.

Geto Suguru stands in front of you, looking just as shocked as you. In his hands is an empty cup, the lid now on the ground by your feet.

You stare at him for a moment before you hear laughter.

It’s loud and piercing. Body stilling and muscles tensing, you glance over your shoulder only to see Sukuna, Mahito, Mei Mei and the rest of his friends all laughing at you. Mahito’s got a hand pressed to his stomach as he doubles over in laughter, the look in Mei Mei’s eyes is nothing short of cruel and when you finally turn to Sukuna, you feel like your heart breaks a little.

Even though you’re not surprised.

Of course he’d laugh at you.

You can’t stand to see the look on Geto’s face, already knowing what he must be thinking, as you quickly shove your way past him. Your feet work quickly to make your way out of the arcade, not hearing the sound of your name being called as you feel your eyes finally well up with the tears you’ve desperately tried to hold back all day.

The second you’re out of the arcade, it all becomes too much.

You don’t care at that moment that you’re no more covered than you would’ve been inside the arcade; it’s better than crying in front of Sukuna and… and Geto.

Pressing your hands to your face, the reality of everything catches up to you and a sob pulls past your lips as your shoulders shake. You’re cold, sticky, you’re pretty sure your blouse is now see through thanks to the soda that had spilled all over you and you’re standing outside an arcade crying because of your boyfriend who cheated on you.

Everything was just so cruel.

You stand there for a moment more, lost in your own world you don’t hear the ding of the arcade doors open behind you or the footsteps that follow. It isn’t until something warm falls around your shoulders do you finally look up, turning your head to the right and blinking at the sight of Geto’s concerned eyes staring back at you.

“Are you okay?” He asks gently, voice soft in the mix of silence and your sniffles. “I didn’t mean to spill my drink all over you like that.”

Swallowing thickly, you brush the tears on your cheeks, confused; “wh-what?”

“You ran out so quick,” he continues on, moving in front of you to grab the hoodie he’d draped around you and pull it tighter around you in the front. You watch as his hands reach for your own, taking your arms and tugging them through the sleeves of the hoodie before zipping it up until it hits the bottom of your chin. “I’m sorry I ruined your shirt.”

You’re stunned. Confused. You hadn’t expected him to run out after you nor did you expect sympathy. Sure, you didn’t know Geto that well, but you didn’t expect him to apologize for spilling his soda on you, especially when you bumped into him, nor did you expect him to give you his hoodie to cover and warm yourself up.

You stare back at him blankly.

Geto frowns at the tears in your eyes. “Ignore them. They’re idiots.”

He’s gesturing behind you at the arcade — to Sukuna and the rest of them.

You don’t glance back. You don’t want to see them still laughing.

“Why… why are you here?” You ask, voice small.

“I was babysitting,” he explains, “but their parents picked them up just before I bumped into you. I was… actually going to talk to you when you stood up suddenly.”

Oh. So that’s why he’d been right behind you.

“I’m sorry I bumped into you,” you mumble, selfishly enjoying the warmth his hoodie gives as you hug yourself. “And split your drink.”

Geto shakes his head. “You’re the one that got covered in it.”

And oddly, the comment makes you smile. You’re not sure why–maybe you’re losing your mind–but the way he says it so nonchalantly pulls a smile to your lips and a snot-filled giggle that is anything but attractive and you’re too upset to even care.

Geto just laughs at himself; “you think it’s funny my drink spilled all over you?”

Meeting his eyes, you shrug; “I dunno.” Then, faltering, you glance at your feet. “I didn’t before. But maybe a little now.”

“Well… good,” Geto shrugs. “It was a little funny if I’m being honest.”

And the smile on his face tells you he’s just joking.

“Shut up,” you laugh.

An air of silence falls over the two of you then, and you shuffle on your feet.

“I’m gonna go home now,” you point to your left, the direction you’ll be walking. “I’ll wash and return your hoodie on Monday. Th… Thank you for giving it to me.” And you smile warmly, wanting him to know just how much you appreciate the favour.

Geto’s smile fades as he blinks down at you.

You offer a small wave and move to walk, but then a hand catches your arm.

Surprised, you glance back at Geto.

“I’ll walk you,” he offers.

Your eyes widen. “Oh! You… you don’t have to—”

“It’s okay,” he assures, somewhat urgently. “I don’t mind.”

“Okay…” you say slowly, not seeing the point in arguing. Besides, not walking home alone in the dark seemed like the better option anyway and if he was offering… still, why was he offering? “But… why?”

“Because,” he shrugs once more. And he hesitates and your heart twists because you don’t know if you can handle the answer if it’s because he feels pity for you.

And then he just smiles and it’s soft and gentle and it takes your breath away as you stare up at him.

“It’s late.”

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