#geto x self insert

[prettypeppermint]

cost of living.

for g. suguru.

You knew a man who didn't know himself.

It made things easy after some time--you could hold conversations without expectation, offend without having to apologize.

One year ago, when he asked you to join him on his last mission, you couldn't think of a reason not to.

You remember the embers in his eyes, drowning in pools of black ink, the orange glow casting shadows of himself against his skin. You remember the wailing and the thunderous splintering of wood.

You stood next to him, not knowing what he was thinking, and not needing to.

~~~

After Riko died, his eyes always lingered.

He didn't care if you felt it, which you always did.

The first thing he noticed was the white ribbon in your hair--how similar it was to hers, how he could have sworn you had ripped it from her dead body.

He latched onto it like a magnet. It was the only thing he cared about when it came to you.

When you stopped wearing it, he stopped looking. You kept it on after that.

~~~

The first time you truly took note of him was on the train.

There was a fog behind his eyes. His face was downcast, his eyes hollow and cheeks sunken. His skin clung to his jaw like a lifeline.

You saw his reflection in the window against the green. It's all you needed to see through him.

You had forgotten your ribbon that day. He didn't notice.

~~~

The next time you saw him was after Haibara died.

His presence was undeniable, as if he had reached some sort of enlightenment. He looked like an anchor being untethered, a dead weight lifted by a riptide.

He was glowing. He was the sun.

~~~

You feel the heat of an unyielding stare on the back of your neck, as if you're in the sights of an imminent attack. You ignore it and focus on your task--the metal in your hand, and turning its imbued cursed energy into flame.

The steel rod sits loosely in your fist, occasionally twirling around your thumb and forefinger. Your grip tightens ever so slightly, and it ignites into flames, embalming the steel in blistering red heat. You loosen your fist, where fresh burn marks paint over old ones along the creases in your palm. You look down, unamused.

You hate training. You never wanted to be a sorcerer, but the world needs more of them than you need to have other dreams.

You're trapped in this heat every day--the beating sun on your nape, the eyes on your every move, the fire in your hands.

You're not particularly attached to the politics of jujutsu, nor do you care about your place amidst it all. You're here to get in and get out, and hopefully live a somewhat comfortable life once you've accumulated enough money from missions.

Get in. Get out.

~~~

Get in. Get out.

You look at the steel rod in your hand, now the length of a staff. It glows red in your fist. Wood splits like the crack of a whip, shrinking to charcoal in seconds. Fire licks the straw-edge of each roof and collapses into the rooms below them. Flames engulf screams, smoke suffocates cries.

He stands amidst the destruction like something reborn, his eyes absorbing the light and killing it.

Ash falls from the sky like gray snow, landing on your hair and uniform. Your hand gently tugs at the white ribbon in your hair, now smeared in soot. You don't need it for him to look at you anymore. Now, you're all he has left.

You let the fabric sift through your fingers. The sweeping gale carries it into the inferno, where it becomes another piece of ruin.

"Did you know the cost of freedom can be freedom itself?” you ask, your voice steady like a secret in the wind--a rustle through the foliage, "Are we free by choice? Or are we made free, and made to pay for it later?"

You look at him, and you see something take shape and solidify in the stillness before your eyes.

"Gojo Satoru will never be free as long as he's alive," you say, your eyes sharpening as they land on him. "What's the point in being the strongest if you're not free?"

You watch his unblinking eyes trained on the village below, and that same heat rises in your nape. You miss his gaze on it.

"But you're different," you continue--it's almost a whisper as it leaves your lips, like the final breath of a dying cinder before it turns to ash--

"You can be strong and free."

~~~

After, you were back on the train.

You stood next to each other, each holding onto a hanging handle as the city dissipated into the flat green, and your lives slipped farther and farther away from your present.

You watched your reflections in the window in front of you, light as a feather and still as stone--two ghosts trapped in a mirror.

You didn't ask for a reason. You didn't say much of anything. You agreed to do a favor, and in return, you gained an escape.

Get in. Get out.

x.

[omiisangel]

geto suguru: you’re mine ⋆˚࿔

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[moonlightcanavalia]

12:45AM

i wrote this today, im sick so it’s not proofread, and it’s not one of my best but i really wanted to write something, i apologize for any mistakes!

pairing: geto suguru x f!reader

cw: 18+, swearing, sex, possessive behavior on getos part, jealousy, friends to lovers

Do not repost or translate my works.

wc: 2,220

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“I knew ever since I first saw you that you would be in my life. I didn’t know if you were gonna be for the good of me or fuck it up.” He speaks leaving open mouth kisses across your neck. “But I finally get to have you.” Geto whispers next to your ear tilting your head up to look at him.

A shiver runs down your spine at his words and you can’t bring yourself to look directly at him. You try focusing on anything else around him but it’s hard. He’s not letting your face go. Making you look at him as he stands to his full height.

“Nuh-uh” he says as a smile spreads on his face.

Dragging his hands down the sides of your body you feel his large hands cup your ass and he squeezes you hard.

The little squeal you let out makes him chuckle.

“Cute, you’re absolutely adorable. No wonder every person you meet can’t help but want you. But you’re mine . Right?” Bringing his face down to your neck you feel his warm breath against your skin “Right?”

You can’t seem to find your voice to give him an answer and you just nod your head up and down for him. The feeling of his finger tips running at the sides of your thighs bringing your dress up with his movements have you whimpering his name softly. At that you feel his lips against your neck once again, sucking harsher, leaving an angry red mark behind.

“I’m leaving this behind and more. Tell your little friend you’re taken before I go and handle it myself for real this time. And I will not be nice about it, you’re not gonna be there. Do I make myself clear?” He says in a serious tone. Giving you a kiss on your forehead. “I asked you a question”

Knowing he’s growing impatient you’re able to stutter out “Y-yes — I’ll t-talk to him.” His words should cause some concern but you can’t ignore the way they ignite something in you; and you just want more .

“That’s my good girl.” His left hand rests on your right cheek and you lean into it, while his right hand grabs your panties waistband and gently pulls it towards him letting it go so it snaps back against your skin.

Inhaling sharply you can’t help the small moan that escapes you. Leaving a trail of small pecks against your skin he finally makes his way towards your lips. At first it’s slow, timid even, with everything that happened just seconds before. The years of pinning one after the other finally making its way to the surface. You feel his hands on your hips, his fingers are digging hard against your skin but you can’t bring yourself to say anything. Bringing your hands up to rest on his shoulders you bunch his shirt under your fingertips pulling him closer to you. He’s using his body to pin you against his door.

A small part of you is relieved he waited until you two were alone in the safety of his apartment to do this. All because your poor coworker was just trying to be friendly at the office party. Maybe it was obvious that he had a small crush on you, maybe you wanted this to happen, just maybe you wished a bit hard for this just to see Geto’s reaction. If looks could kill your coworker would already be six feet under with the glares Geto was sending his way. His last straw was seeing how much he tried touching you. Every time he passed by you his hand was on you, be it on your arm, shoulder, back, fine. The moment everyone wanted to take a group picture he saw how he put his hand around your waist; big smile adorning his face hugging you close to him. That was his breaking point. The raven haired man didn’t even let them take a second picture. Immediately going to you, and grabbing you by your arm as gently as he could, trying to not let his anger seep through his voice

“ Hey, it’s getting late, we should go.” Voice controlled, no trace of annoyance tainting him.

“Oh, I can take her if you need to leave.” Of course the asshole wants you to stay longer. “ It’s not that late, she's fine with me.”

Suguru felt his eye twitch. Like hell he was going to let you stay here without him, especially around fuckwad there. “ Look man, whatever your name is. She came with me and I don’t want to leave without her.”

“She’s a big girl. She can do whatever she wants.” And he throws a wink your way.

Seeing your best friend's face change from anger to a big smile worried you. That was never a good sign, you’ve seen him fight before; and he can fight, he knows it.

“Wanna take this outside man?” He says -seething- standing face to face with your coworker. And that’s your queue to step in before this gets out of hand.

The moment you say his name Suguru immediately backs off. “ It’s fine I’m tired anyways, so, let’s go.” And you finish it off with your sweet smile that makes him go weak. Wrapping his hand around your waist he starts walking you both towards the exit.

“I’ll see you on Monday.”

Is the last thing he says before Geto almost pushes you out the door to leave quicker.

You give a quick thanks in your head to your pushy coworker. It finally gave Suguru that wake up call that you won’t wait for him for much longer. He was seeing red looking how other people looked at you but that guy really gave the final push. His fear of losing your friendship turned into jealousy - possessiveness - quick . And it turned out to be beneficial for the both of you.

“I will never tell you with whom you will talk, you’re free to be friends with whoever you want. But that guy is a huge no. Understood dear?” He speaks with so much venom dripping from his voice you only give him a whispered ‘ yes’.

And just like that you feel his gentle lips against your. The kiss feels somewhat shy. Timid lips exploring one another for the first time. Wanting to deepen the kiss you take the first initiative with letting your hands wander to his hair. Fingers tangling in his long -soft, you think- raven hair. Pulling him towards you. The kiss is filled with so much passion and desperation you barely register Getos murmured jump .

“Let’s go to my room” he’s breathless as he speaks.

Aware now of what’s going on you feel his fingers digging into the back of your thighs. His chest against yours, how erratic his heartbeat is; how surprisingly soft his lips feel against yours. How perfect it all feels. Gone and forgotten are the nerves that once stopped anything and everything between you two.

It’s all a blur how quick the both of you shed off every layer of clothing once you made it to Sugurus bed. Frantic hands exploring every dip, bump and curve of one another's body. Eager mouths are not able to break off kissing even when your lungs feel like they are on fire.

You couldn’t help pulling him against you just wanted him closer. He’s resting his body weight on you addicted already to how your body writhes against his. Reaching between both of your bodies he grabs his cock “can I put it inside?” it sounds more like he’s begging than asking. All you manage is a shake of your head to signal a yes.

You feel his head prodding at your entrance. Geto rests his body weight on his right arm just to be able to look at your face as he finally buries himself in your welcoming warmth. The stinging feeling of being stretched is a welcomed one, you feel so small under his watchful eyes.

He doesn’t want to miss a second of your beautiful face contorted in bliss.

Your eyes are rolling to the back of your skull feeling him sink himself further into you inch by inch. He knows what he’s doing. Letting you feel every ridge and vein on his cock so you get drunk on him.

“Fuck, you feel amazing” Geto whines.

He should be embarrassed but he can’t bring himself to care.

It’s you.

He’s almost shaking trying to stay still to give you some time to adjust to his size. Distracting his urge to pound into you he starts peppering kisses around your face, he feels your nails digging on his back and it’s a sting he embraces.

“Move, please, move”

And just like that Geto starts at an animalistic pace. His hips have a mind of their own, he can’t seem to control the roughness behind the movements. The way your sloppy cunt is wrapped around his cock is driving him mad. He’s sure he’s gonna want more and more of you, already feeling addicted to the sweet sensation you’re giving him. Your sweet moans are the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard, he's sure of it, and he wants more.

“W-w-wait S-suguru” you say between moans.

Geto freezes immediately in a panic as he checks you over “Did I hurt you?” fear lacing his voice.

“You’re not letting me wrap my legs around you with how fast you’re going” as those words leave your mouth you feel heat crawling up your face, making its way from the pits of your stomach. Covering your face you peek between your fingers, seeing him resting on his knees between your legs. With the low moonlight illuminating his features, you’re able to make out the smug grin he’s adorning.

The only source of light in the room is the moon. Who you should consider your best friend after everything that has happened under her. You two met at nighttime, used to sneak out under the light of the moon, the stars twinkling like small camera flashes writing the story of you and Suguru. It’s only fitting that your first time together happens under her too as a witness to the unspoken feelings between you both that are finally being explored.

“I don’t care.” He says running his hands through his damp, sweat covered hair. Grabbing the back of your thighs and pinning them to your chest “I want you to be spread open for me, pretty girl, my pretty girl.” And just like that he’s back inside of you. Feeling the wind get knocked out of you as his hips collide against yours.

You’re not able to form any sentence, you desperately want to let him know how good you feel. But words seem lost on your tongue, all you are able to manage are some loud moans. All you manage is a small pout on your lips and your best friend immediately kisses it away. The kiss is rough, uncoordinated, teeth clashing, spit dribbling down the sides of your mouths. Everything about the moment is nasty in the best way possible. It’s a mixture of desperation and lust. The obscene sloshing sound your cunt is making every time he drives his cock further into you is driving you closer to your release.

“Cum, I wanna cum, pleasepleaseplease” bringing his hand between your bodies he starts rubbing circles on your clit with that added stimulation your orgasm comes in a crash. Body spasming, toes curling, eyes rolling to the back of your head. You’re spewing out ‘thank you’s’. The raven haired man isn’t far behind, the pulsing of your pussy pushing him off the precipice of pleasure barely being able to pull out at the last second, he cums over your pussy, coating you. The image of Getos messy hair, hair stuck to his face, head thrown back in pleasure as he squeezes the last drops of his cum from his cock, will forever be seared into your mind.

"Are you okay there, baby?" he says crawling his way up to you, giving you a kiss on your lips and then your forehead.

"Yeah" you say giggling.

As Geto makes himself comfortable beside you he pulls you against his side, and you make yourself comfortable. Ignoring for now the mess between your legs. A few minutes go by when he's the first one to break the silence.

"Hey-uh...does this mean we're official?" he speaks as he runs his thumb up and down your arm.

You blink up at him, giving him a small smile. "Well did you ask?"

Moving to change his position so he better looks at you, he bring his hand to the side of your face, dropping his voice slightly lower, just so you alone can hear him, its something private. It's as if even the walls of his room are extras in his little world that is you. "Do you want to be my girlfriend?"

The intensity of his gaze on you, looking deeply into your eyes waiting for your answer makes you shy. But you respond with a breathless 'yes'. Putting his hands on your hips, he brings you on top of him, sealing it all with a kiss.

"Good...Also...Want to go again?"

[almaadst]

And here they are! (●'◡'●) Commission for lovely @dabilove27! She and Suguru Geto together (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) I'm so open to any Jujustu Kaisen commissions! Other: Commission info Geto and S/I Shinji and Becca PLEASE DO NOT REPOST WITHOUT MY or OWNER PERMISSION!

[prettypeppermint]

homage to the square.

for g. suguru.

You're planted on his chest, knees hanging over his shoulders as your toes just graze the headboard. He plays with the plush of your thighs on his shoulders, looking up at your slouched form smoking a blunt. You tilt your chin up to blow the smoke into the air, a simultaneous breath of relaxation as you twirl a lock of his long hair with your free hand.

He thinks of how good you look from down here, how the sunlight peeking through the window perfectly lights a lazy halo around your head as the high settles in for both of you.

He steals the blunt away from your lips with a pinch of his fingers, taking in a lengthy draw only someone like him could stomach. It's all so natural--you in nothing but your underwear and he in his boxers, hair messy and eyebags dim from a long noon nap.

You break the silence first. "Shut up," you say, stealing the blunt and inhaling. His fingers continue gliding up and down your thigh, in rhythm with his churning thoughts.

"I wasn't talking."

He didn't need to. Every time you get high, it's as if you can hear his thoughts--always so soft yet so potent, like a dimmed rumble of a distant storm or the quelled eternity of a constant fan.

You blow the smoke down into his face, as if to tease him, before looking straight at the headboard as if it were a painting. Something shifts as the familiar embrace of weed crawls into your lap and rests purring in your lungs like a cat. Time slows as you stare. He likes it when you look like you're about to say something he knows he won't want to think about later.

"Is he the strongest because he's Gojo Satoru, or is he Gojo Satoru because he's the strongest?" you say matter-of-factly as if it were a headliner in the news. To be or not to be.

His hand stops moving along your thigh, and your gaze reverts to him. "Do you compare yourself to Gojo Satoru because he's Gojo Satoru, or do you compare yourself to Gojo Satoru because you're Geto Suguru?"

For the first time in months, the tight knot in Suguru's chest begins to unravel.

You drone on. "Everyone wants to be the strongest. Who even decides that? If the whole world thinks it's Satoru, is it Satoru? If one person thinks it's you? Or me? A monkey? And no one believes it? Then what?"

You lean back, hand on his toned thigh for support. Your words stretch out the silence that spans. "Who cares? The strongest is the strongest. A monkey is a monkey. You are you. Fuck."

He ponders this as you offer the blunt back to him, somehow making sense of your nonsensical highness.

Suddenly, Geto is made very aware of the idea that there may exist a timeline in which you don't exist. He is made aware of all the spirals and divots he could've easily slipped into and not been strong enough to get himself out of if it weren't for you.

He loves you so much. You both knew it.

His fingers caress your jawline before snaking back to your nape, pulling you down for a kiss. He forgets about the blunt, savoring the familiar high in his mouth as he tastes the cotton in yours. Something in him grows hungry and he deepens the kiss, only for you to steal the blunt and pull away teasingly.

You laugh, nipping the roll between your lips, and it's like a breath of spring--when the ground begins to grow. A satiated groan leaves your body as your arms reach up to the sky and your back arches into a deep stretch--the kind that sends blood rushing to your ears--inhaling just as deeply, only for the smoke to get caught in your throat. You chuckle airily through the coughs.

"So jealous," you purr, plopping your hand down onto his lower abs to lean against it. "Maybe we're all just one soul living within each other. Like that Josef Albers painting. Squares within squares within squares"--your palm inches down past his waistband to that familiar outline in his boxers--"You inside me. Me inside Satoru. Satoru inside you and him inside me."

Something in your boyfriend's jaw twitches and he lets out a strained breath. All the blood drains from his face and into his cock. His eyes, misty pink, stare up at the seams where the ceiling turns into wall, his body a square within the square of his bedroom.

You can't help but crack a smile as you maneuver your hips so they meet his. "You wanna be a god?" you drawl lowly, "You want me to call you Satoru?"

With that, you start easing his hard-on into all your right spots, moaning Satoru's name each time you rock back and forth. Your clit feels like it's on fire; every little touch and point of contact against your skin erupts into a flash of heat.

Almost to his surprise, a moan rips from Suguru's throat. He can't contain himself when you're like this--playing such a dangerous game, walking his patience like a tightrope. His head gets heavier each time you move, and it feels like it's sinking endlessly into the cold pillow beneath it.

Somewhere in the fog is the last of his senses telling him how potentially fucked up this is, but the way he could feel every single detail of your pussy through the wet fabric that separates you two tells him not to care.

"Come on, Satoru," you tease between labored breaths, your pace achingly slow from the static in your legs and the fact the bed feels like water, "Show me how the strongest fucks."

With heavy brows on his eyes and a heavier conscience, he finishes from just your lazy friction and Gojo’s name.

Your boyfriend grasps a fistful of your hair from behind and practically pulls you off his dick. The room spins as you roll to the side and accidentally singe the sheets with the forgotten blunt between your fingers. You start to babble something about waterbeds, and he's already on top of you and hard again.

He takes one last good look at his sweaty mess of a girlfriend. "You're fucking crazy." And he likes it.

He plucks the haphazard bud from your fingers and takes an obnoxiously long draw before trapping the smoke in your mouth. His tongue swirls it into your gums and you groan down his throat. When you start to choke, he only deepens the kiss by pushing further into you.

When he comes up, seemingly not for air but for you to get some, he looks like a different person. His hair sticks to his glistening skin as he towers over you on his knees, and the way he's looking at you has your fingers traipsing down your abdomen into your panties.

He watches as you get yourself off and groans. "Say my name," he mutters, reaching up to take your throat in his grip.

You smirk as your body contorts underneath him. “Satoru," you draw out, panting as you feel your own heat pool between your fingers. Time slows and somewhere during it all your fingers get replaced by his dick. The sting barely registers and all you feel is chills from your core to your scalp as he hits all the right places.

He hooks an arm sloppily under your thigh and hoists your leg over his shoulder, his free hand kneading the plush on your hip. You laugh as he flattens his tongue against your clavicle and licks up to your jaw, stopping at your jugular to nip at the skin. “Who's the strongest?" he mutters against your skin, and his voice is like gravel in his throat.

"You are," you breathe, giggling when you reach for the blunt just to remember you have no idea where it is.

"Again."

"You're the strongest"--a whine--"You're my god. You're my one and only fucking god."

"Good girl. Fuck."

The way he fills you up with each deep thrust makes you see stars on his ceiling--an endless galaxy of opportunity. You've never been so relaxed yet so filled with ecstasy.

"Open," he mumbles with a couple light taps to your cheek. You laugh when you realize the blunt's been in his hand this whole time. You do as he orders, letting your tongue lull out of your mouth for full effect. He spits in it before lifting your jaw to close around the roll. You grin.

"Don't drop it," he says, and before you can even act confused, his pace quickens to an incomprehensible speed; it's almost too much for you to handle. The blunt becomes a gag in your mouth as stifled yelps and quivers rack your whole body. The pad of his thumb works at your clit and it takes everything in you to try and not pee.

You almost pass out then and there, saliva sticking your cheek to his pillow as a noise you've never made before escapes your chest. Your back arches and hips buck wild, and you're still climaxing even after his cum's already leaking out of you. It's all stretched out--time, your orgasm, you, everything.

You don't even register he's finished inside you already, mind still high in the clouds and pussy clenching around his imprint on your walls.

Suguru rolls over to the side, and you both gaze up hazily at the square ceiling. He plucks the chewed-up snub of a blunt from your lips, wet from your drool, and tosses it in the trash across the room.

Not a word from either of you--only the comfort of being within.

x.

[moonlightcanavalia]

Let Me Be Yours

846 Words

Geto told you, he'd find you anywhere you went. There was no hiding from him. He knew so many people, why try. When he said there was no one for him but you, he meant it. So why do you keep trying to hide from him? He's not leaving a stone unturned, until he's back with you

It's been a few months since he last saw you. He's been trying to track you down, but you've been good at making yourself almost vanish off the face of the earth. You almost succeeded at it, he had to try hard and put in work to get information on you. Lucky him, he had a lot of connections around the city, knew a lot of people, which meant he had eyes all around the place.

A text sent to him earlier during the day led him here.

Looking at his phone, he glances at the address once again. It matches. It's not exactly a popular spot for "normal" people to mingle around. He knew of this place, people in his line of work frequented this place for vice and sin. If someone would have told him you'd end up working at such a place he would have knocked them out. He's looking at the building in front of him, dilapidated looks from the outside would scare anyone off. The entire area looked dangerous, like it was ready to suck the life right out of you. The entire place gives off an ominous vibe. "What the hell are you doing at a place like this, sweetheart". He thinks and smiles to himself.

Taking a deep breath he makes his way inside; pushing the door open he's immediately hit with the smell of cigarettes and alcohol. Blinding lights blurring his sight for a few seconds. As his eyes adjust to his surroundings, he spots the bar. A little further in the back. There's where you work, at least that's what he was told. Not seeing you yet, he thinks he's early. No problem with him, he'd already waited months to see you, he could wait a couple of minutes. Making his way to the stairs in the middle of the club he greets the bouncer, he's let through. Perks of his line of work - he thinks. Reaching the top of the stairs he spots what he thinks is the perfect area to keep an eye at the bar.

Just a few minutes later he sees you've walk in. You've changed a bit physically, changed your hair even the way you carry yourself is different.

"Change your hair, let it grow, cut it short, dye it; but I'll always find you. I know every freckle, scar, stretch mark on your body. I know you too well." Geto says.

Thinking back to the morning he woke up without you by his side, still made his heart clench. And he laughs lowly at himself for being so weak for someone. He knew he let the relationship fall right through his fingers. He was so used to you always being there, welcoming him home, taking care of him when he came back hurt without giving you an explanation. As time went on he started to notice things changing between the both of you. When you smiled at him it didn't reach your eyes anymore, the sweet tone of your voice was turning cold towards him. The fights started off small, asking where he was, why he came at odd hours during the night. But all you got in response was "it's work related."

He knew you deserved better than that, but he couldn't bring himself to give you an entire explanation. He just told you always "just trust me, okay?".

But you're just human, you could only take so much of the mystery that was Suguru Geto. You loved him, you were sure of that. But you had to put yourself first even though it felt like your heart was being ripped out. The night you were set to leave, he came home early. Which surprised you. Usually you would have ran up to him to hug and kiss him.

"Oh, you could have told me the time you'd be coming. I would have fixed something for you to eat" you say monotonic.

"Hi baby, I'm so excited to see you too" he responds in a sarcastic tone.

You walk up to him and give him a hug, and a kiss on the cheek. "Sorry, I had a rough day. Want me to make you something?"

“What’s wrong? There's something more.” he asks, while cupping your cheek and looking into your eyes.

"You know" -you start, "it's just been rough and I can't even begin to put into words what I've been feeling. But I just want us...this -you gesture between the two of you-...to be better."

A bump to his shoulder shakes him out of his thoughts. Turning around ready, to cause a scene he's met with two of his friends.

"Well, it looks like you finally found her." Gojo says while leaning on the handrails. "What's your next move?" he asks while looking at the bar where you're preparing some drinks. Before he could say anything else Shoko interjects "Grow a pair, go up to her and tell her what you want to say."

"Encouraging words from the ever so lovely Ieiri Shoko" Geto utters while smiling.

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[moonlightcanavalia]

Hi! Saw my incomplete Geto fic on here without credit, so I thought I’d leave this here. If you want to read it here’s my link. No hate to the person. But, if you want to repost something, at least ask first. If people like it, I may continue it.

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Here’s a small part!

- It's been a few months since he last saw you. He's been trying to track you down, but you've been good at making yourself almost vanish off the face of the earth. You almost succeeded at it, he had to try hard and put in work to get information on you. Lucky him, he had a lot of connections around the city, knew a lot of people, which meant he had eyes all around the place.

A text sent to him earlier during the day led him here.

Looking at his phone, he glances at the address once again. It matches. It's not exactly a popular spot for "normal" people to mingle around. He knew of this place, people in his line of work frequented this place for vice and sin. If someone would have told him you'd end up working at such a place he would have knocked them out. He's looking at the building in front of him, dilapidated looks from the outside would scare anyone off. The entire area looked dangerous, like it was ready to suck the life right out of you. The entire place gives off an ominous vibe. "What the hell are you doing at a place like this, sweetheart". He thinks and smiles to himself.

[omiisangel]

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