#geto fluff

you quickly roll the perfume on your neck and wrists, hurriedly checking your appearance in the bathroom mirror and inhaling deeply to prepare yourself for whatever outcome was awaiting you.

"my love, can you come here?" suguru geto calls out from his study, frustration evident in his voice.

"coming!" you hide the perfume somewhere reliable and head upstairs. when you enter his study, he's pacing, his forehead tense and tie loosened around his neck. he lights up somewhat at the sight of you, before asking, "have you seen the papers i was grading?"

you relax. "yeah, i hid them away from your..." you motion towards the three mugs on his desk, still stained with coffee from hours ago, "mess." that earns you a sheepish smile from him, and you shake your head fondly before retrieving said papers from one of his file cabinets. he sighs in relief and takes them from you, pressing a grateful kiss to your lips.

"i don't know what i'd do without you," he laughs, wrapping an arm around your neck and kissing your temple. you lean into his embrace and let him rest his chin on your head for a moment, feeling his chest rise and fall with a deep intake of breath. he tends to become more affectionate when he's under a lot of stress, and you can see a slight tremble in his hand as he places the papers on the desk behind him.

his brows furrow. "i may be caffeine-blooded right now, but do you smell different?" he asks, inhaling the scent drifting from your neck. "is this the one i bought you?"

you squirm when he lowers his head to your collarbone, his large hands resting on your lower back to steady you. leaning back, you allow him further access, while also being mindful of your own intentions.

"no, uh, this one's from the drugstore." geto starts to push your hair behind your ear and nibble at your adam's apple, your hands finding leverage on his broad shoulders. "careful!" you scold when he presses you against the cabinet behind you.

he pauses his kisses to gaze up at you through his lashes, a brow raised in question of your small smile.

"what?" you feign innocence.

geto catches the glint in your eye and has a relative idea of what you've done.

"you temptress."

before coming home from work, you applied some of the perfume in your car and take one last sniff of it when you step onto the welcome mat at your front door. you kick your heels off and announce yourself, to which you hear kento nanami say, "in the living room."

throwing your bag on the floor beside your heels, you rush to your husband as fast as you can with the ache in your feet, finding him engrossed in a book with his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. you throw your arms around his neck from behind with a loud exhale of breath, nuzzling your cheek into his hair.

"kentooo, i missed you so much," you whine, feeling his hands reach up to rest on yours.

his deep chuckle resonates through you. "as did i, sweetheart. i'm glad you're home safe."

you unbutton your blazer and toss it over the back of the couch before throwing yourself down beside him, snuggling into his side. nanami places his book down on the coffee table before leaning down, back bent, to kiss you. he groans into it and gently brushes your hair out of your face.

after the prolonged intimate moment, you pull away and let him tug you closer, allowing your head to fall on his shoulder.

"you smell nice," he mutters, kissing your hairline.

"thanks."

you expect him to tell you about his day, or at least about the book he's reading—as he usually does. instead, he's quiet, not uncharacteristically so, but enough for you to notice small changes like the tightening of his grip on you.

he lifts his head and looks you over. "what perfume brand is that? it's," he clears his throat, "very strong."

you pout. "a bad strong?"

"...not exactly."

nanami wraps an arm around your shoulders, humming lowly when you angle your body just so to let your legs stretch out over his lap. he begins massaging your calves and, unsubtly, glances at you every so often.

"what?"

"nothing," he responds, a little too quickly, you notice. you can tell that he's picked up on the intoxicating aspect of the scent and it makes it very hard to contain your smile.

it's silent for a moment, before nanami curses under his breath and dives in to kiss you again, catching you immensely off guard. you whimper into the notably rougher, needier kiss. he takes advantage of your released noises and slips his tongue past your lips, a kiss that was just needy now turned sloppy. hell, you feel yourself start to drool.

when you part for air, he takes his glasses off and tosses them onto the table, before leaning over you and forcing you to lay back on the couch. "i know you've done something," he rasps, "but as of right now..." he starts kissing your neck, "i don't have the sense to figure out what."

you've devised a plan on how to tempt toji fushiguro more than you already do—by rolling on the perfume you have seen people rave about online for the past month. only, you need a way to get toji to smell it without making it completely obvious as to what you're doing.

so while he's lounging on the couch, scratching his chest and staring at the tv absentmindedly, you decide to shroud your plan under the guise of making him something to snack on. you grab whatever you find in the pantry and decorate a plate with it, making it look somewhat appetising, before placing it before him on the coffee table.

the corner of his lips twitch. "you're too good to me, ma." he pulls you into his lap and pecks your lips. "thank you."

"of course. was thinking takeout for lunch. what do you think?" he hums in the affirmative and slides a hand along your waist to rest on the soft expanse of your stomach.

you lean into his chest, letting his calloused albeit comforting touch lull you into a sense of relaxation, even as the sound of gunshots ring from the tv and blast into your ears. the moment seems to draw out without him picking up on your scent, so you shift in his lap and lean slightly closer into his chest, making it seem as though you want to cuddle (which, hey, you do, but it doubles as the perfect excuse to let your aroma drift closer to him).

when he bites into a small slab of chocolate, he catches sight of your anticipatory expression from his peripheral vision. he swallows, brow raised. "these some of those viagra-chocolates, or what? you're lookin' like you wanna jump my bones."

"what—i don't wanna 'jump your bones,' toji." you roll your eyes and grab his jaw to forcibly turn his gaze back to the tv.

"so you wanna tell me why you're givin' me those eyes?"

"what eyes? can i not admire you?" you retort gently, but don't fail to notice the way his hand on your stomach pulls you closer. only then does he lean down and start sniffing consciously.

"damn," he groans. "what the hell do you have on, ma? got me scenting you 'n everything."

"nothinggg," you whine, feeling him tug you even closer so that your back presses up against his chest. you try your best to keep your attention limited to the tv, but it's growing harder to do so when he starts nipping at and kissing your neck. "i'm trying to watch, baby."

"nah, we can do that later," is all he says before pushing you flat on the couch, crawling up your body and lowering his face to yours. "think i need to investigate a little more to figure out what you're plotting."

"n—"

"if you say 'nothing' again, i will throw you over my knee."

your lady in waiting was noticeably hesitant to let you go through with this, but instead of vetoing it with more than just words, she watches you with pursed lips and underlying curiosity as you roll the perfume on your neck, wrists, and behind your ears. it wasn't as if ryomen sukuna would kill you for this—you're his wife, for heaven's sake. frankly, you were giddy at the thought of what he might do upon catching on to your little scheme.

so, later, when you're in your chambers watching sukuna loosen the tie of his robe and approach you with heavy steps, you're practically jumping out of your skin with anticipation.

"wife," he starts, voice gruff, "i expect that no mishaps disturbed your day?" the king of curses always checks up on you, but you know that if anything or anyone were to upset you, he would deal with whatever or whoever it was without you hearing of it. a formality, of sorts, that he should check up on his wife's wellbeing. a requirement, that he should deal with your concerns without burdening you.

"of course not," you insist. "a new child join the nursery today. quite the shy one, he is. poor boy didn't know a whisper of tongue."

he huffs in acknowledgement of your small predicament. one of his upper arms encircle your waist to lift you to his chest, prompting you to wrap your arms and legs around him—your usual routine after finally being able to retire to your chambers after the monotonous responsibilities that awaited the two of you daily.

one of his lower arms slides under your ass to hold you up, not that he needed the extra leverage; the arm around your waist was enough. but any excuse to have his arms around you without coming off as too clingy, he would take without so much as a hint that he enjoyed it.

it's when your head slips under his chin to rest against his collarbone does he comment. "are you experimenting with herbs again?" he grunts, sitting you in his lap once he's settled on the futon with his back against the wall.

your head tilts slightly. "no, my love. why do you ask?"

"you reek."

"how kind of you, ryomen."

"you have never known me to be kind, woman. explain yourself."

"if you must know, i have applied some incense. i only recently had it delivered from that dear old vendor in ichihime."

sukuna doesn't speak for a moment, allowing himself to be lured closer to your fragranced skin. when you feel his tongue lap at your neck experimentally, you flinch and smack his chest reproachingly.

"it is not the worst of them."

from the king of curses, that was very high praise.

and from the way his pupils dilate, you're certain he isn't going to let you off with a simple lick to your neck.

if there was one person you loved pulling this crap on, it was shiu kong. you never saw the man without his phone pressed to his ear and a cigarette dangling from in between his lips, so it made it all the more satisfying when you managed to get the jump on him and make him lose grip on his usual nonchalance.

you should be home by now, ordering takeout and binging your favourite show with your feet up, not still in the office with the man who seems to love work-life more than home-life.

"shiuuu," you call out from your own cubicle, as if you don't already know that he's taking a call and he's more likely to subconsciously tune you out than even consider that his wife may be looking for him. it's nothing personal; you're very much aware that years of working as a catalyst for murder and assassinations changes your priorities.

when you knock on his ajar door to get his attention, he glances over at you and nods, beckoning you inside with his index and middle finger. you shut the door behind you and approach his desk with measured steps, approaching him intently.

you reach up to caress his cheek, letting the perfume on your wrist waft into his nostrils, and smile (not so) innocently at him when he turns his head and kisses your palm.

the scent hits him like a dopamine hit and his voice instantly loses its clarity. he doesn't start stuttering, by any means, but his right leg starts bouncing. when he physically turns his head away from you, you know you could start trashing the place and he wouldn't say a thing—only stare at you with that intoxicated gaze of sheer want.

sighing, you round his desk to be in his line of sight again.

"no, fushiguro, you either keep this under wraps or forget about the 40mil... what? no, we can't have a celebratory dinner. i'd rather chew on a jean jacket than—"

you bat your lashes at him.

"i'll call you back."

and within the second that it takes him to hang up and toss his phone aside, shiu has launched himself on you, fuelled by the giggles of a woman who knows what she's doing to him—while he is entirely oblivious to the fact that the fog enveloping his mind is directly from the perfume he inhaled not more than a minute ago.

"you," he rasps, pawing at your waist and even further down your body, "are a problem."

"mm, is that what you call me now?"

"oh, shut it," he practically growls, but there's anything but malice in his voice—just the deep baritones of a man overcome by desire.

hiromi higuruma was the person you were most determined needed this distraction. it was getting to a point where your dates turned into facetime calls and hour-long texting sessions, and, frankly, you wanted more. it's not to say that you were sick of it, but being with a man like higuruma meant you had needs and his attention was all you needed.

he's been cooped up in his home office for the past six hours, leaving only to go to the bathroom or check up on you (which consisted of him asking, "what are you up to, darling?", kissing your cheek, then heading back up to continue his hermit-ing). is it really so out of the ordinary for you to crave more?

no. so you do something about it.

besides you, coffee is the one thing higuruma would invite as a distraction; if the eight empty mugs on his desk were anything to go by. so, you deliver your gorgeous self with a fresh brew to his office door. you knock, just in case he's taking a call, and enter when he calls you in.

he's tired, that much is clear, but he's reserved enough strength to smile softly as you approach him.

"hi, my love. thought i'd bring you another. and clean all this," you say, picking up the dirty mugs and placing them by the window.

"no need. i'll wash them myself," he insists, humming lowly when you stand near him again, this time enough to stroke a hand through his hair.

but, when you first lift your hand to do so, the perfume on your wrist permeates the air and wriggles into the radius of his senses.

"new fragrance?"

"mhm. you like?"

he inhales deeply, and you take that as a hard yes. "yeah. amber musk?"

you grin. "something like that."

higuruma, for all his assertiveness, grabs your hand tenderly, enough to make you miss him despite the skin-to-skin contact. he presses it to his cheek but turns his head just so that he may lavish your palm with kisses (and perhaps breathe in your new scent like it's oxygen).

"it's... really nice," he breathes out, practically gasping at the reprieve you've given him. "forgive me—just let me feel you."

and you do, all the while leaning against the edge of his desk and blood heating at his touch. hell, you intended for this to happen; you're not about to close the door in your own face. you need this as much as he does.

he practically falls into a state of delirium as he kisses every sliver of skin he detects, his breath laboured and hot on your flesh. it's enough of a rush to know that you bring this man to his knees—literally and figuratively—let alone feel him touch you almost reverently.

"work's tough, huh?"

he groans into the plush skin of your stomach. that's also a hard yes.

"you smell so good, my love. i think i can go another six hours just off the scent of you alone."

"let me help you with that, then," you whisper, and that's all the encouragement he needs to loosen his tie and let himself get lost in you.

the biggest difficulty of pulling this off was getting choso kamo off your back for longer than a minute to spritz your pulse points with the new perfume you just had delivered. you'd be damned if you weren't going to engage with the newest trend flooding your socials, especially when this one was actually good.

"baby, what's that smell?" choso calls out from the bedroom.

you shove the small bottle into one of the bathroom cabinets and try to slow your steps as you walk back into the bedroom with a small smile. "just some perfume, baby. i like applying some before bed, remember?"

"i remember, but this one smells different. a-a good different," he quickly emphasises.

choso looks so stiff, not making any effort to get into the bed he so carefully prepared for the night, and confines his attention to you and—gosh—that sweet scent.

"you okay?" you ask, lifting the covers and slipping into bed, prompting him to finally do the same as if you snapped your fingers in his entranced face.

"yeah, i'm alright. i'm... i'm okay."

he assumes his usual sleeping position, wrapping an arm around your waist and pressing his front to your back. all the better for him to catch on, you muse. and if he doesn't, i'm reporting the video that inspired me to do this crap.

a prolonged pause then nips at your nerves, a stark contrast to the nightly and practically autonomous mumbles of "good night," "i love you," and "sleep well." the silence is so thick that it settles behind your eyes and makes it impossible to even consider falling asleep.

but, it's not that choso hasn't noticed. no, the poor man is drowning in your scent, so unsure of how to comment on it without making it seem as though it's bothering him—even though it is, a lot.

"b-baby?" he whispers into your hair.

"hm?"

"you smell really nice. it's... making me restless."

you smile tiredly. "i can tell. do you need help?"

though it's dark and your back is turned so you cannot see it, his eyes widen slightly. "you mean...?"

"mhm. i don't mind staying up another hour."

he sits up. "can we make it two?"

"don't push it."

"mmm, okay, sorry."

okkotsu yuta is always more than happy to oblige your hobbies, your cravings, even. he doesn't see temper loss as an option with you, not because he has to suppress the urge to snap, but because he cannot find it within the darkest depths of his soul to direct his frustration at you—and you've seen him mad. just never at you.

that's why you don't have to worry about pulling something like this. the man is already infatuated with you, this whole thing was entirely unnecessary. but when did you ever do these things out of necessity?

"hey, honey? can you come here for a sec?"

yuta is in the kitchen within seconds, already approaching you from behind. "i'm here, dove. what d'ya need?"

he just sounds happy to be there, to be of any assistance to you, and you're more than geeked at the reality prospect of having him follow you around for the rest of his days.

"can you grab those cookies for me?" you pout, while making absolutely zero effort to reach for them.

he looks up at the open cabinet, then back down at you. "you've never had a problem before. did you hurt your arm? let me see—"

"no, honey," you interject, laughing breathily. "just not bothered."

he nods like that's a completely acceptable excuse—you won't let anyone tell you that it's not—and reaches for the plastic box before placing it on the counter in front of you. "there."

you hum in satisfaction and take a cookie, bringing it up to his lips. "try them. they're new."

your wrist brushes against his chin and the underside of his nose. it gives him very brief pause, but then he's biting into the baked good as if nothing is amiss. you notice the subtle hitch in his breath when he inhales and almost groan in annoyance when he does little more.

"they're a little too sweet for my liking," he notes out loud.

with a doubtful look, you say, "they're only sweetened with coconut oil and dark chocolate."

he purses his lips in consideration, brows furrowed. "are you sure? where's all the sweetness from then?"

"external, ahem, sources."

your wrist manages to sway past his nose again, and that's when he registers that you not only smell of musk, but have an aroma that would make a lesser mammal believe you are the embodiment of a baked good.

"i might need to start calling you honey," he murmurs, now delving his head into the crook of your neck, where he gets another gust of that luscious scent.

you snort. "you're so corny."

"i am... something that rhymes with that, yeah." he smiles sheepishly.

huh???

you smile awkwardly giving a small shrug of your shoulder. your expression immediately drops, as satoru puts the car into gear and takes off.

your back hits the seat from the impact and you scramble to pull your seatbelt on.

“wait— slow down!” you gasp, eyes flitting between your boyfriend and the increasing speed of the car.

satoru’s knuckles turn white on the steering wheel, his veins standing out from the sheer pressure it takes to turn sharply, at the intersection.

you whimper in your seat, your legs squeezed together and palms a little sweaty. you’d never seen him act like this, except the times when he’d get slightly jealous or possessive.

but this..this was different, a sort of uncontrolled rage.

“listen sa-“ you cringe at the way your own voice breaks, “toru, it was just a prank, see! it’s just makeup” you present the makeup you’d used, out of your pocket as proof.

“let’s talk when we get home alright, sweetheart?” satoru tilts his head towards you, his eyes a darker tinge of blue and his words hinting at something more.

oh shit.

you were in trouble.

ཐིཋྀ toji fushiguro

deciding on unwinding before he gets back you stand infront of the mirror, removing your face mask and starting your night-time skincare routine.

you draw on a fake hickey with your liptint.

a satisfied hum leaves your lips as you start pulling on your sheet mask, eagerly waiting for your boyfriends arrival.

it’s not long before, toji’s muscular figure fills up the entire doorway as he leans against it, bags under his eyes.

his exhaustion was evident so you make a mental note to light a lavender candle later to lull you both to sleep. but first, let’s mess with him a little bit.

“you’re home” you cheer, “i would hug you but my hands are filled with the toner i just used” you gesture at him in the mirror.

his eyes meet yours through it as he stands behind you, letting out a deep sigh “don’t worry about it” he nods.

toji was always understanding towards your routines, he found them interesting and would even join you on occasion.

but currently he had a blank expression on his face, his gaze flitting from your face to the reddened spot on your neck.

you sing a soft tune, swaying your hips slightly and passing a quick smile to him, “how was your day?”

toji grunts, rubbing the back of his neck. he clearly didn’t want to talk about it, indicating that something else was on his mind.

that, being the mysterious hickey on your neck.

“did you go out?” he asks

“nope!” you answer earnestly, looking at the mirror, you lick your bottom lip detecting a feral look on your boyfriend.

he seemed..hungry for something.

a sharp exhale leaves your lips as you’re swiftly turned around by toji’s hands on your hips, his fingers digging in slightly.

“wha—“ the question barely leaves your mouth before his lips are on your neck. toji licks at the false hickey and then bites down, as if to prove a point.

you instinctively tilt your head to the side, a motion engraved into you like muscle memory to give him easier access.

toji barks out a laugh, his hand coming down to swat your ass “tastes just like your lipstick, babe”

you groan pushing at his shoulder, he does not budge, “it was a prank ‘ji”

“yeah, yeah” he drones, “let’s give you a real one, for future reference?” he concludes and then dives back in.

you could never win with him.

ཐིཋྀ suguru geto

suguru had been grading papers for most of the day, and you’d been waiting oh so impatiently for him to finish.

it was almost dark now, the light filtering in through the curtain getting dimmer and your patience dwindling with it.

so naturally you decided to prank suguru with a fake hickey.

jittery you pad across the room, tilting suguru’s chair and slipping into his lap, your arms behind his neck.

“hey” you nuzzle into his chest, then move away to catch his lips in a quick peck, “when will you be done?”

suguru’s eyes drop down to your lips, a small smile tugging on his own, “i’m sorry it’s taking so long” he says with a slight frown.

the rivulets on his forehead deepen when he notices the little red bruise on your neck, certainly not placed there by him.

you’d been out on some errands and suguru’s mind wanders, thinking of how you could’ve hurt yourself.

he simply refused to believe that, that was a hickey.

suguru carefully places down his pen, adjusting his papers neatly, you swallow feeling the shift in his energy.

he was serious now, and a bit stiff under your weight.

he leans closer to your neck, inspective. suguru's grip tightens on your waist as he starts to kiss you all over your neck.

it's embarassing how quickly you sigh into his embrace, soft sounds of contentment leaving your lips.

"who did this"

"nobody"

he kisses your neck tenderly, "does he kiss you like this?" he moves back to observe you shaking your head no.

"and like this?" he sucks on the sensitive spot right below you ear eliciting a moan from you. "how about here?" he moves on to the point your shoulder meets your neck.

his glossy long hair brushes against your skin making you squirm. you giggle, highly flustered and cheeks much more flushed than you’d like, "okay it tickles!" you push his face away just to see a cocky grin on it.

"it was just makeup sugu" you pout.

he shakes his head, highly amused "i'll get back to you when i finish this" he pats your thigh and goes back to work.

ཐིཋྀ ryomen sukuna

you'd been summoned for a meal shared with the king of curses, your wedded lord.

and you were late.

applying a rosey tinge using a wildberry on your neck for said deception, had taken up much more time than you'd anticipated.

sukuna’s already in a foul mood when you arrive.

you sit across from him at the kototsu.

although he is far, his eyes are sharp as ever and so the mysterious hue on your neck doesn’t miss his notice.

you flatten out your clothes, feeling a bit nervous due to the sudden drop in temperature. you try to initiate conversation.

only to be cut off.

“what’s that?”

“sorry?”

“i said. what’s that?” he repeats his tone dangerous.

you fight to keep a neutral expression, “i don’t understand, my lord”

you flinch as the bowl sukuna was drinking from crunches in his grasp, shards of glass crashing down and undoubtedly pressing into his skin.

bleeding crimson.

blood drips down onto the floor as he clenches his fist tighter, his face unfazed, awaiting ofcourse, for your answer.

you’d had your fill, and now instead of being amused, you were mad.

“it’s just a simple jest my lord! why must you react so theatrically?”

“if my wife is hurt, or has been taken advantage of you expect me to sit still?” his eyes narrow.

you huff, throwing up your hands, “so, is hurting yourself the solution?”

sukuna stalks up, his steps towards you are heavy and unmeasured displaying how undone he is by you.

his lower hand reaches out to grab your throat, not harsh but with a certain pressure, his large tattooed finger taps your pulse.

he looks down at you, all four of his eyes roaming over your face, “this is mine.” all you see is red, “all of it, you’re mine” he bites out.

you push his hand away, glaring at him for treating you so, “you are so pathetic when you’re jealous” you spit out, brows furrowed ready to take on all of him if that’s what it took.

sukuna grinds his teeth, the motion ragged on his carved jaw, and then his lower hands pick you up throwing you over his shoulder.

he starts walking towards your private chambers whispering a curt “i’ll show you pathetic.”

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sometimes i peep on the handsome dad next door (complete) on ao3 ; the dilf suguru to beat all sugurus 🙂‍↔️ every time there was so much of a mention of either 1. his gray streaks or 2. how he interacts with nanako and mimiko, i started shaking like a little rabid dog on steroids. reader is such a freak in this LMFAOOJTKWHR just like me fr… i too would wake up at 5am just to watch geto get dressed 🤤 he’s so hot and assured and confident in this fic and it makes me wanna jump his bonessss. his and reader’s relationship and build-up is something you don’t wanna miss out on!

darling (complete) on ao3 ; the second i saw black reader x musician geto i knew this would be amazing. AND IT IS! op did such a lovely job of portraying the hard of hearing reader here. i adore how geto and reader use each other as inspiration for music and for writing, and seeing their arrangement develop into a relationship is so worth the read c:

breathe me in on ao3 ; fwb!suguru in this fic… i gotta light a blunt every time i think of him. i was sold the second he asked reader to come over not for sex but to cuddle and to have someone simply there with him. geto is soooo sensual to his core here like every thing he does and says feels like honey… and he’s SO smooth jfc. so fine. my sweetheart AND my little shit :,) the smut here is toe-curling

the ethics of relationships (complete) by @gojonanami ; i typically don’t read prof/students but this fic is just one of those onessss and if you haven’t read it then you’re missing out 🙂‍↔️ that’s how yummy this whole five course meal is. i’ve harassed so many friends with the link to this fic LMFAO i just want everyone to read this BAD… i’m due for a reread because it’s been a WHILE but so many scenes in this fic stand out in my memory. super good overall!!

brat (ongoing) by @kunareads ; producer geto and pop star reader you are so very famous to me! reader is such a vibe in this fic and it makes her relationship with geto all the more fun & enticing. their dynamic feels like snorting a line of coke in the best way possible but also i need these fools to communicate asap 😣 the formatting of this fic is SO fun and feels super interactive/immersive!!

vault boy (ongoing) by @/indiewritesxoxo ; fallout/apocalypse au!! if u havent gotten into fallout, indie makes the universe easy to understand. geto is such a sweetie pie in this fic and his humanity is devastating… MY POOR BABY :( i wanna hide him away in a bunker. speaking of bunkers, give me one to shack up with him in and we’d repopulate the entire world in just a few years TRRRRUST 🤣✌🏽

oneshots:

#INTRO2MUNCH101 by @satorena ; another situation where i read a fic years ago and became mutuals with the author later on (haiii serena). this fic is comedy fawking golddddd no joke but its also hot as hell. serena is too good at building up the chemistry between geto and reader (#welovemeanreadersbtw) and i love how desperate geto is here, he wants that cookie BAD. his fake nonchalant shit had no one fooled and every time reader called him out i was ctfu. the smut had me writhing brah WRITHING (and giggling profusely for many reasons)

rock you up on ao3 ; TA geto and professor reader is an unmatched dynamic brah YALL DONT EVEN GETTTT HOW MUCH I FUCK WITH THEM ANDDD THIS FIC… submissive geto was a very exciting surprise HEHEHEHEEEE i love seeing my man getting his shit rocked <3 the banter here is too mfing good and is something this writer very much excels at!!

why suguru’s wife is the best cook in the world! by @yunamoona ; a super good take on geto and his relationship with food AND the cutest meet cute to ever meet cute… yeah this is a banger. repeating what i said in the comments but when geto ate reader’s cookies i was smiling at my phone like a freak, because sometimes all it takes is just the act of kindness/love to be able to guide you down a path of healing :,) i love this fic sm. it’s one of a kind

what if you’re just someone i want around (i’m falling again) on ao3 ; post-jjk0 fix it fic where reader is assigned to watch over geto 😣💔 < the sound of my heart shattering. you can feel geto’s jadedness and bitterness radiating through the screen due to how vivid and deeply thoughtful each scene is written out. but despite it all, geto is such a sweetheart and lover to his core 😢

i’m afraid that’s just the way the world works (but i think that it could work for you and me) on ao3 ; an au where geto never defected and years later, reader and geto take in nanako and mimiko. such a heartwarming fic all around. i love my miminana forever and ever and they deserve the world

bed chem by @nanamiskentos ; this is sexy AND fucking hilarious, what MORE could you ask for. suguru had me curling my toessss in this fic jhtjwhrjsi his dialogue has me hot and ready like lil caesars. the descriptions here make me wanna lick my screen and digest every single word. best believe i’m cleaning my plate every time i reread this

the haunting by @/starmapz ; if you like horror fics this is absolutely the fic for you :3 if geto were my ex… shittttt i would crack him again and take him back too. this fic is a perfect blend of hot smut, angst, and unsettling horror. i can’t say much else cos of spoilers but the ending had me GAGGED

it will come back by @hellowoolf ; ballerina au with instructor geto and ballerina reader!! their push and pull in this fic had me reading with my hands (and puth 😣) clenched… the chemistry is SO buzzy and so loud. the smut is mfing fantasticcccc and the build-up to it is EXCELLENT. dialogue is on point toooooo everything geto says makes me giggle

top of the class on ao3 ; if my TA was as pretty (and pathetic) as geto in this fic, i’d crack tf out of them too 🤭 love the switch-up in the power dynamic here and how reader sooo effortlessly has geto wrapped around her finger

ghostface pussy killer by @saintkaylaa ; one thing about me is i loveeee a good fic where one chases the other and then they fuck nasty 😣 the aphrodisiacs being involved makes the stakes sm more intense (and hotter 😏). i’m obligated to reread this everyyyy october because this fic is peak

the best kind of remedy by @reignpage ; santa can i please get herbalist geto under my tree for christmas 🙏🏽 preferably naked and already oiled up 🙏🏽 stoner geto is absolutely and 100% my kryptonite everyyyy time and he’s extra sexy asl in this fic. DREAMY SIGH. the smut is so buzzyyyyy

one night only? by @uzugeto ² ; this is a certified hood classic iykwim. every time this fic pops up on my dash or in my memory, i just HAVE to reread it. jade is really and truly the god of managing to make fics perfectly fluffy, hilarious, and smutty like whewwwww… geto and reader here are so special to me I LOVE THEM DEARLY 😣😋

how to baby trap marry your best friend! by @/indiewritesxoxo ; FUCK MY BABY DAD ALRIGHT!!! i love idiot best friends in love bro like just put the crush in the bag and pop the questionnnnn, the yearning in this kills me in the best way possible! the first time they have sex and take pictures of each other is forever branded in my head cos its tooooo hot 🚬

lessons in love on ao3 ; oh to fall in love with dilf geto and to retire with him… whimsical sigh. such a comforting slice of life fic. if my future partner isn’t this sweet and devoted and understanding, i don’t want em! geto here is really the perfect husband 😋

cry for me by @bunnieeteeth ; coach geto and figure skater reader! really cannot say much about this fic for the sake of spoilers, but also because i genuinely have no words for how this fic makes me feel. just wow. trust me when i say that this fic will have you sitting up in your seat and staring at your phone in shock. i want geto and reader to get together so bad but at what cost 💔

the torture of small talk with someone you used to know by @betterinvienna ; rockstar geto (and your ex) and photographer reader how you’ve both moved me and changed me irreversibly. geto is a first class yearner with a ticket straight to piningville because ohhhh my goddddd he wants reader back so mfing bad . he’s losing the nonchalant war #chalantking and i’m happy about it! such a good angst & hurt/comfort fic. i love exes fics. EVERY SINGLE SONG IS ABOUT YOU… WAH…. 😢😢😢🥺🥺🥺🥺

the practice of kissing by @lovelivision ; we all cheer for kissing practice fics!!! geto is such a mouthwatering tease in this fic ughhtksjrns i have got to fuck him . he’s such a cocky little shit but also sososo sweet with reader and so accommodating… his duality is unmatched!

ghost of you by @suguruss1ut ³ ; this fic is my 13th reason ☹️ post-defection geto and reader who still love each other despite geto’s actions/ideals is lethal. so lethal. this fic had me rolling around in bed thinking about it for dayssss after finishing it… it’s so heartbreaking UGHHHH 💔

#THE PARTY AND THE AFTER PARTY by @screampied ; lock me in a room with stripper!geto for about an hour (please trap us together longer though.) and he’s walking out pregnant god willing. whole fic had me twirling my hair and checking my wallet for extra cash to toss geto’s way

you & me by @getosurya ; perfect perfect perfect hurt/comfort after an argument between geto and reader. despite everything, they love each other sm and it bleeds through each and every action of theirs… this fic is so tender and reassuring that it makes me melt :,)

maw on ao3 ; there are no words to describe this fic or how it makes me feel without my description/thoughts majorly falling flat. i simply cannot do this fic justice… PLEASE READ IT.

ask me to bleed (for you i will) on ao3 ; post-defection geto and non-sorcerer reader who works at a bakery… another fic that is my 13th reason lowkey. this is another fic that i cannot do justice nor summarize my feelings for properly but i am once again urging you all to read this

geto’s bride by @/uzugeto ; the effect that this fic has had on me actually needs to be studied because why am i so charmed by chucky doll geto to the point that i’ve sent this fic to multiple friends individually 😭😭 this shit had me CRYINGGGGG cos of how fucking funny it is alllll the way through lmfaooohtkwhrj and imagining certain scenes had me cracking up. i am such a sucker for sub geto in this fic… MAKE HIM WHIMPER!!!! (will update with new link when i can!)

simply ear-resistible! by @/indiewritesxoxo ; bunny geto is the cutest fucking thing to ever existtttt 🥺😭 even if he has a massive attitude LMFAO. him retaining a few bunny traits/habits after returning to his original form actually makes me want to chew on his cheek. reader and geto are TOOOO cute here and i want the best for them :]

purrrfect surprise by @/suguruss1ut ; do you like men who crawl on all fours while wearing cat ears?? look no further cos this is the fic for YOU!!! THIS IS MY SHIT!!! I love me some sub geto and this fic is pure peak. need him desperate justttt like this

STILL CANT HEAR ME? by @forgiven4u ; ive never liked a fic so mfing fast in my goddamned life . Wdym this is funny, sexy, well-written, prose is on point and the author’s voice in the exposition is hilarious… wdym i could read this fic for free brah!!! if geto ragebaited me this hard i too would start bouncing on it like crazy and making him empty his balls just to hear him whimper loud as hell (added on 4/23!)

the failing grade by @macbethinchains ; phy’s prose and exposition and word choices hit differentttt every time. she’s fr the type of writer that makes you wanna sit in silence and hold your head and just marvel in silence over how she creates her scenes in such a beautifully descriptive way… and ohhhh how that talent shines in this fic. again i’m not usually one to read prof/students so you know i’m #moved by this fic. the writing is just SO beautiful bro i wanna marinate in phy’s fics 😭😭😭 UGHHH AND THEIR DYNAMIC MAKES ME FEEL COO COO FOR COCOA PUFFSSSSS reader’s chasing… suguru’s restraint (until it snapped crackled and popped 😋)… reader being a freak (#real)… the i love you… OUUUUHHHHH. 20/10 as always (added on 4/25!)

PAINT THE TOWN RED! by @mamashima ; SAVE A HORSE RIDE A MFING COWBOYYYYYY!!!! … even though suguru is not one and doesn’t like to be called one LMFAO. suguru is the sheriff of a town that you, a vampire who hates men, moseys right on into. the wit imbedded in this entire fic, from the dialogue to the exposition to the inner thoughts, had me ROLLING brah, op is tewww smooth n funny with it 🙂‍↕️ and you know i love me some humor AND some mouth-watering push and pulls like the dynamic between suguru and reader. this fic is a new favorite so y’all are naturally obligated to read this. also switchy bottom!suguru >>>> everything else ever (added on 6/13!)

talk dirty by @kamiflix ; this fic has me running around in circles like a rabid doggggghtkwhejdkw cos suguru is slick asl and so cocky and perfect like ugh . Need that bad… suguru gets turned on by the mere sound of reader’s voice, and what was once a normal phone call turns into suguru putting on a show over video call 👅 AND WHAT A SHOWWWWW IT IS… after that i’d be at his place in 10 seconds flat so i can slob on him 😇 (added on 6/13!)

drabbles:

(i’ve written so many summaries/thoughts already that i won’t be doing so for these fics. titles are all pretty self-explanatory for the most part, and these are all super good short reads!! 🫶🏽)

emo!suguru and his pretty pink princess by @epicderpface

suguru + independent gf by @satoruined

mornings with suguru by @hayajiku

sub!suguru wax play by @bluukive

arcturus beaming by @oporotheca

love, as if it were carved in stone by @go6jo

tutor!geto getting overwhelmed by @/eraserbread

suguru volunteers to model for your art class and you didn’t expect him to have such a perfect dick by @gojosconsort

afterglow by @feyrinnn

kissing suguru by @sugurusbadhabit

binded bunny by @meowguru

domain expansion: unlimited creampies by @/suguruss1ut

lost in the sauce (you) by @fushiguho

childhood friend!suguru by @digitalro

guy next door by @seraphicsuguru (added on 4/17!)

stress toy!suguru by @fushi6oro (added on 4/23!)

tongue split by @sugurusbadhabit (added on 5/14!)

suguru is obsessed with aftercare… and you apparently by @princeable (added on 5/21!)

boyfriend!suguru by @jumpjo (added on 5/25!)

hungover breakfast with bf!suguru by @diaafterdark (added on 6/3!)

tracing suguru’s scar by @rengoatku (added on 6/13!)

playing with bsf!suguru’s hair before class by @reveries0fmine (added on 6/13!)

magic mishaps by @/indiewritesxoxo (added on 6/13!)

suguru’s retribution by @ohfreshlinen (added on 6/16!)