warnings: mentions of smoking/being high, one mention of hook ups but nothing explicit, cursing

gojo

Has worked at the same place for so long that he’s been trained for almost every position

He’s good at all of them too so regardless of where the schedule says he’s working he just floats around wherever his help is needed

King of the clopen. It’s a mystery how he’s not exhausted everyday bc his weeks are just back to back closing and opening shifts. Probably spends more time at work than at home

Trains all of the new hires and is actually very good at looking out for them. Will take the blame for any mistakes they make bc he’s chill with the management

Has regulars that will wait hours for a table in his section just bc they love him so much

A good majority of the positive reviews left mention his name

Genuinely feels bad when he messes something up. He works so much that sometimes he lowkey forgets that this isn’t his entire life

Never goes home without free dessert

geto

Bartender and occasional server when the restaurant is short staffed. He prefers bartending tho bc it’s less stress

Soooo flirty and very good at chatting up anyone. He always gets at least one person writing their phone number on the check

He’s in it for the tips only tho. I don’t think he’d ever date somebody he met at work

Literally everyone’s work crush but he’s kinda mysterious, like no one really knows what he does outside of work and honestly he likes it that way

He’s friendly with almost everyone but will not hang out with his coworkers outside of his scheduled hours. No one has his phone number or social media or anything. Like he literally does not exist to them outside of the restaurant

Makes the most tips off middle aged women bc they think he’s so attractive

Usually pretty chill except for this one shift that everyone remembers where he was noticeably irritated bc the bar was too busy for him to get a smoke break. Management now makes SURE he gets to step outside at least once per shift

by s-uwu-kuna

warnings: explicit content mdni!, mentions of free-use/cnc, dom!suguru, sub!reader

☾ free-use!Suguru whose deep, dark eyes tell you what his cock wants before his heated touch or sinful mouth does...

geto headcanons!!

𖦹 𖥨᩠ׄ݁ always uses proper grammar when texting. proper punctuation, capitalization, you name it

𖦹 𖥨᩠ׄ݁ still goes through depressive episodes and therapy really isn't helping

𖦹 𖥨᩠ׄ݁ pretty vanilla and gentle in intimate moments. missionary or mating press by default, doggy or cowgirl if you ask him though

𖦹 𖥨᩠ׄ݁ he's a big reader. magazines, books, and newspapers alike

𖦹 𖥨᩠ׄ݁ he wants a son to carry his name but he'd be fine if he only had daughters (he has)

𖦹 𖥨᩠ׄ݁ has a bunch of piercings. his gauges, an eyebrow, both his nipples, his bellybutton, his cartilage, a bridge and septum, snake bites, angel fangs, etc

𖦹 𖥨᩠ׄ݁ a sociology major or a human anatomy major

𖦹 𖥨᩠ׄ݁ he usually prefers savory over sweet, but a treat once in a while is nice

𖦹 𖥨᩠ׄ݁ he can hold his alcohol well, but he turns into a lazy bum when he's drunk

𖦹 𖥨᩠ׄ݁ bisexual but prefers men

𖦹 𖥨᩠ׄ݁ he's a huge feminist. he believes everyone should have equal rights

𖦹 𖥨᩠ׄ݁ sarcastic in a loving way. "it's not nice to pick on the weak, y'know?" show of affection

𖦹 𖥨᩠ׄ݁ kisses his s/o's cuts and bruises

𖦹 𖥨᩠ׄ݁ mega insomniac

𖦹 𖥨᩠ׄ݁ posts like a dad or facebook mom

𖦹 𖥨᩠ׄ݁ has a hard time regulating spending time with his friends and his s/o, so they usually all spend time together

𖦹 𖥨᩠ׄ݁ multilingual

𖦹 𖥨᩠ׄ݁ huge vkei and heavy metal fan

𖦹 𖥨᩠ׄ݁ prefers (self-rolled) cigarettes and weed over vaping

But like he can also be so so gentle!!!! So when he’s done being an asshole and considers he’s been mean enough, he takes your face in both of his big hands like you’re something made of porcelain, and he kisses you so sweet, like a lover would. And he speaks so soft, holds you so close, gives you everything you want and more, like a lover does. So sweet it’s almost mean. Sometimes it makes you wonder if you imagined him being cruel to you. And his eyes are always on you, like he wants to catch every single micro-expression, every movement of your lashes and every sigh. ‘Hey, pretty girl. Look at me.’ he’d say. ‘Look at me, please.’ softer, with his thumb under your chin, angling your face to face his.

It’s like his goal is to drive you crazy, to get you to melt under his touch, to completely abandon yourself. And Geto is a selfish, selfish man. When he has you under him, he hates the thought of you being elsewhere. He doesn’t want your mind wandering off to somewhere he’s not, so he makes you feel so good it’s physically impossible for you to focus on anything else. ‘Are you here with me, pretty baby?’, he’d say. He wants to make you stupid, wants to make you forget your own name. That’s when he considers the job done. He likes to ask you ‘how does it feel?’ even though he knows how it feels, knows it feel so good you can’t even give him a proper answer.

Holding hands during missionary, sliding in and out agonizingly slow just to make you curse at him during a mating press, having both of his strong arms around you during cowgirl, holding you by the back of your head so he can kiss you anytime during doggy, yeah he loves all that shit. Lives for it. He also loves when you try to run away from him, whether that be when he’s eating you out or when he has you in a mating press. The fucker loves to pin you down and make you take it. And nothing gets him going like the way you look and sound when you’re almost there, when he can hear the tears in your moans and can feel you surrender completely. ‘I know, I’m here.’ cups your cheek so lovingly with one hand and slides his thumb right under your eye, ‘let go, my love.’ And when he’s talking to you like that, how can you not? So you lean into his hand or crash into his shoulder and you cry out, feeling nothing but all-consuming pleasure.

—

suguru? your childhood bestfriend? well yeah, he's had a fat crush on you ever since the moment he's laid eyes on you. he's just... sort of rejecting the fact that he likes you.

so many years passed by, yet he just couldn't bring himself to tell you he likes you. the thing is, he's not afraid of confessing to you, but he's worried that this will impact your friendship severely. which obviously, he doesn't want that to happen. just thinking about not being able to talk to you, or see you for the rest of your life, him not being able to hear someone ranting about their interests or seeing their smile? that's his biggest and worst nightmare.

yet somehow, late at night, all of a sudden you're in his arms, bawling. his shirt is drenched with your tears, slightly wrinkled from how tight you were tugging it— fingers curled so tightly as if you were clinging on for dear life. you only wanted to take a walk to clear your mind. suddenly, you ran. you ran as fast as you could to him. before you knew it, you ended up knocking on his door.

the reason for all of this? your boyfriend broke up with you.

that's right, the one that promised he'd love you for the rest of your life, cherish you, blah blah blah.

suguru's heart sank when he opened the door, to see tears streaming endlessly down your cheeks.

to suguru, a friend's heart wouldn't flutter at the sight of your smile. a friend wouldn't feel jealous if you had a boyfriend, a friend wouldn't get butterflies in their stomach at the thought of you. and yet, everything that you do makes him feel so damn weak and so in love with you.

he's told himself so many times to stop liking you, but he just couldn't. how could he ever do that? he wants to treasure you, protect you, love you until the day he dies, care for you, whatever your stupid ex couldn't provide.

he knows you best, and he's fully aware of it.

a/n: woah my first time writing angst(?)