#geto x fem reader

[arminsumi]

ADULT STORE

↳ GETO すぐる + fem!reader

"Oh, see I told you... this product's a bit intense."

1.5k words

Pt. 2

Summary : product testing with the helpful employee at the adult store!

Warnings : minors do not read/interact : smut/explicit content : using toys, stranger/hookup sex, softdom!Geto, praise, cunnilingus, fingering, dirty talk, squirting, multiple orgasms, sex fantasy trope (sex with the adult store employee)

Note : i haven't made a trip to the adult store in ages bc... everything i want is so expensive lol (the struggle) 😭 i have some rlly funny adult store stories i could ramble about but i will refrain ✋ anyways, indulge yourselves in this fantasy, angels! 😈

Playme : wanna know what it's like?

The gate of the store buzzes, the employee watches you open it with a clink and enter the adult store. Your eyes flood with the overwhelming sight of wall-to-wall toys.

The smooth voice of the employee comes from behind the cash register.

"Yo."

Long hair. Dark, brooding look — almost gothic. Attractive hands with pronounced veins running over the back of them, poised on the countertop which he's lazing over.

He sees you and slowly straightens out his back out to impress you with his height.

"Ah, h-hello..."

He hears you stutter, and assumes it must be your first time in an adult store.

"First time? I mean, in an adult store, that is." he breaks the ice.

"Haha, y-yeah... yeah, it's my first time."

Yeah, that's what I thought.

He holds hard and deep eye contact with you. Yes, he's aware of how intensely he stares. He's doing it on purpose.

"Would you like some assistance, or do you just want to leisurely browse by yourself?"

His tone is so friendly, it doesn't let on to how heated his abdomen is getting at the sight of you.

"Yes, please, I'd appreciate your assistance."

Aw, of course.

"M'kay... then let me assist you."

He smoothly comes out from behind the counter and the two of you stand in front of a wall of toys.

"Overwhelmed?" he chuckles, noting how your eyes widen while looking at all the products. "I know there's a lot to choose from. But just focus on your needs. What do you need?"

"What do I need? Honestly, I have no idea what I need." you laugh nervously.

I know exactly what she needs...

"Well, why don't we carefully go through the products together? I'm sure I can figure out what you need. Promise I know my stuff. I've been working here for three years."

His nonchalance and professionalism puts you at ease. It's something he prides himself on: making customers feel relaxed.

Your eye catches on a pink dildo, so he takes it off the rack to show you up close.

"This one's good, it's got a ribbed design." he shows it off. "Are you looking for just penetration or clitoral stimulation?"

Aw, she's flustered.

"Uh, both I guess? Yeah. I'd love both."

Of course you'd love both. That's what you need, pretty girl.

"Both? Come over here. Let me show you something you might like."

There's a flirty tension between the two of you that just keeps getting more and more... intense.

He plucks a curvy vibrator. It looks expensive. Because it is expensive.

"This one's got ten functions—"

"—ten?! Sounds a bit extra."

"Nothing's too extra when it comes to your personal pleasure."

The two of you share a long look, then laugh.

"But it really is an excellent product."

"Are you advertising?" you joke teasingly.

"Absolutely." he jokes, "Kidding. I'm not trying to come across as a preachy marketer or something. I've used it with partners in the past, that's why I'm recommending it; I know it's good. It's a pretty intense toy. Helps girls squirt even if they think they can't."

I could make her squirt.

He's running his eyes up and down your body.

"Is that so...?" you mumble flirtatiously, eyeing out the product in his veiny, manly hands.

"Hm, still a skeptic? Because I'm sure I could please you."

He hopes that you note his deliberate use of 'I' and not 'it' there.

"Yeah. I'm sure you could please me, too." you flirt.

A heat erupts in his abdomen and stomach.

Oh wow... now she's really flirting, huh? Why'd I wear tight pants today of all days...

He has an unwavering gaze on you. You've captivated him. Put him in some kinda horny trance.

"Did I say me? Sorry. Slip of the tongue." he murmurs, voice dropping lower, "I meant the vibrator." he obviously lies.

You and him exchange a suggestive, longing look. You can feel your pussy clench around nothing, begging to get stuffed up and pleasured.

He hesitates before speaking again, as if he's scared of crossing a line and making you uncomfortable.

"If you want to... we could test it out together?" he suggests. His nonchalance is an act, really he's so nervous when he asks this.

"I'd love to..." you consent, and he doesn't miss the erotic excitement in your tone.

He nods towards the backdoor, eyes keeping on you and your cute little body that he just wants to feel and squeeze like a toy itself.

"Promise to keep your lips sealed about this? I don't wanna get fired for uh... you know... demonstrating products... to my pretty customer."

"Only if you promise to help me squirt for the first time."

Oh wow. Fuck. I'm hard.

His lips widen into a devilish grin. "Sure thing."

After a sloppy, desperate make out with this stranger, you find yourself sat on the couch in the breakroom. Door locked. Blinds shuttered closed. Legs spread wide to his liking, as he cushions the vibrator into your plush slit.

He's rubbing it slowly up and down your folds. He watches your reactions intently, breathing heavier at the sight of your pussy squishing under the pink dildo. The buzzing sound fills the room, but your moans are louder.

He clutches the toy gently, massaging the bulbous head into your clit with sweeping circular motions.

"F-fuck... that pretty clit feels good, doesn't it? Yeah? Let's get it feeling even better."

He turns it up a notch. It buzzes harder against your sensitive nub.

"How's that? Haha, yeah, intense, isn't it?

"Yeahhh — Fuck! Ohhh that's so good, that's so — oh my goddd fuckkk. S-sorry I think... I'm gonna cummm — !!"

"It's okay. Cum as hard as you can, yeah? I want you to get a good idea of how well this toy can pleasure you before you buy it, after all. Oh there we go... just let go and... f-fuck... wow... j-just cum like that. Fuck... that pretty clit feels so good now, huh? Gonna cum? Gonna cum for me, with a vibrator on your cunt?"

He takes note of your reaction to his dirty talk and smirks. Then he slyly turns the toy's setting higher and it buzzes more intensely, and in one... two... three... seconds, you're squirting like crazy all over the pink vibrator and his hand.

Holy shit, look at that pretty pussy gushing... she could drench my dick. I wanna be inside her so fucking baddd...

"Oh, see I told you... this product's a bit intense." he regains his professional tone after you cum.

He turns the toy off and watches you come down from your shaking orgasm, smug look on his face. He keeps it clutched in his veiny hand, and brings it up to his lips to suck and lick up all your juices from it.

She tastes so fucking good... I feel dizzy.

You watch him with wide eyes as he tastes your slick off the toy.

"F-fuck... wh-what did you s-s-say your name was again?" you stutter, starstruck by this stranger.

You're so fucking dizzy, your pussy is buzzing like it still feels the intensity of the toy against it.

"Hm, wanna know my name?" he smiles teasingly, "How about you cum on my face and then I'll tell you."

"Fuck, okay."

And then as soon as you give him permission, he's hungrily diving between your thighs.

"Oh my god..." he loves how you gasp and writhe under the influence of his mouth.

Let's see how fucked-out I can get her. Wanna see her lose her mind 'cause of me.

His lips latch onto your labia and suckle, then onto your clit. He points his tongue at your clit, then oh my god flattens it and laps at your bud while suckling. His softness shows a hint to tenderness in his personality; he really knows how to treat a woman well.

This stranger spoils your pussy with his tongue and lips. He seems to be in his own little world while nosing between your thighs. He carelessly gets your juices smeared across his cheek and lets the rest dribble down his chin.

"Fuck fuck fuck — like that, like that. Don't stop don't stop — !! 'm gonna cum! G-gonna — fffffffucking cummmm ahhhhh — !!"

He flicks the tip of his tongue against your sensitive bundle of nerves, eager to make your pussy freak out on his mouth. Just before you cum he slips two fingers into your hole, middle and ring, and pumps them into a sweet spot hard. He just wants to get an idea of the feeling of your pussy when it cums.

Suckling at your clit, fingering you with nice hard rough strokes, closing his eyes like he's the one enjoying it meanwhile he's silent and you're moaning like you're going insane. He can tell you're close and speeds it up.

"Cum cum cum, cum for me. Just let go and cum." he sounds so desperate, and that professional tone of his is finally cracking. "Cum on my fucking face, please."

And he dives his tongue right back into your hole, wriggling his tongue around, resulting in the nastiest wet squelching sound. His lips press flat against your pussy, he draws in a deep breath and your heat is all he smells.

Please cum on my face. Please please please.

"Ah! Fuck! Fuckkkk!"

You gush right on his lips, which are plump and swollen and red and glistening with your slick.

He pulls away and licks his lips and tells you his name.

"Suguru, by the way. My name's Suguru. Hey... can I give you my number?"

Oh he's so smooth. But he's even smoother at the checkout, when he asks if you're free this Friday for a date. At his apartment. With the company of some of his favorite toys.

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[shemaycry]

❛Can you focus on me?❜ ⸺ Geto Suguru

【⠀♱⠀】 SYNOPSIS. given you endless stressing, suguru just wants to take your mind off of anatomy just for a little while..

【⠀♱⠀】 WARNINGS. ooc suguru (it’s honestly my first time writing for him i think—) | dom! suguru | oral sex (f. receiving) | overstimulation | usage of pet names | finger fucking | etc.

【⠀♱⠀】 AUTHOR’S NOTE. short & sweet thing i randomly came up with after completely anatomy assignments <3. as usual please excuse any typos & grammar mistakes.

The screen was a blinding white, the naked body of a typical white man drawn upon it; little white boxes hanging off and labeling each body part. A few were filled in, whilst others remained blank. You’ve been stuck studying this for about an hour— worrying over body parts, functions, and much more.

Despite how challenging this current task was, you loved anatomy. A body part wasn’t always as simple as an arm or leg, this class helping you see deeper then that. It was interesting; all the different names for a single limb.

However, it didn’t matter how much you enjoyed the class if you were currently stumped. Your notes simply weren’t helping like they should, and you refused to use the internet. There was no learning from that.

Continuously you would slide back from the desk you were seated infront of, using a finger to point out the body parts you knew for certain. The accurate names escaped your lips in a soft mantra, eyebrows knitting close together whenever you stumbled or forgot a word. The frustration was growing, a telltale sign you should leave this assignment for now.

But, you were stubborn. And very intuitive; if you stepped away now, there was a chance you wouldn’t come back to the assignment.

A sigh of escaped your lips, catching the attention of the man currently laying amongst your sheets. His hair was loose from his usual lazy ponytail, and eyes focused upon the tiny book resting within his hand. Though, the gaze did. switch over to you in a second.

“You should step away for a moment, [Name].” Geto spoke. Your studying antics weren’t a surprise nor out of the norm; your mind simply believed cramming it in a single session was the most affective method. While he couldn’t exactly agree, you were a great student so the man couldn’t totally find fault. Still, hearing your unhappy sighs whenever you didn’t understand material was enough for him.

At his words your head lifted, turning your swivel chair to glance at his direction. That was tempting, both the suggestion and him; laying across your sheets in nothing more then sweatpants with the waistband of his boxers poking out. But, you refused— head shaking to effectively rid any second guessing out of your mind. “If I do that, I’ll never get done.”

The corner of his lip rose in a small smile, hand falling to allow his paperback to rest on his lap. “Maybe.. but you’re burning yourself out.” A worried tone hugged his words, eyes dipping across your form. Again, it was common for Suguru to urge you to take a minute. Just a single minute away from the stressful task.

And most times, you refused.

“I’m almost done anyway, Sugu. I promise.” You weren't completely lying. The diagram you were currently labeling was the second to last question, which made this so much more aggravating. You were right there, you simply needed the final push.

Suguru stared at your back for a moment, unmoving and searching for the solution to your stubbornness. Most times he could never find one, given it’s a trait that has seeped into odd aspects of your life— and relationship. He found it endearing at times, cute at others. But downright irritating at most. Especially when your stubbornness came at your own expense.

A soft breath escaped from his lips, pushing his forgotten book to the side before swinging his legs over the bed. With a single rise, and two long strides around the furniture he was approaching you; coming right at your side.

Noticing him, your hand quickly moved to grip the top of your laptop. Suguru was notorious for grabbing it off your desk or even closing it after assuring your work was saved. Such antics you were used to, and couldn't afford to happen.

But, it seemed his focus was elsewhere completely. Suguru’s hands rose and found your armrests, gripping them tightly. He switched your chair away from the desk, hovering above you. “Take a break.” His sweet voice urged again, lowering to allow your foreheads to brush against one another.

You glanced up at your lover, feeling your eyes flutter the moment his lips ghosted your warm skin. You always wondered if Suguru practiced magic in his past time, given how easily you could fall under his spell. His touches, gaze, and cool breath rolling against your skin. You were leaning into the man as his lips lowered to the side of your neck, nibbling against the skin gently.

Tempting.. tempting, it all was. You nearly shot up from the chair in desperation. But, your work came first. A steadfast commitment you had to keep.

Your hands rose against his chest, gently pushing him away from your neck. “Suguru..” You murmured softly, fighting yourself on this decision.

He was sighing even softer at his point, hands sliding from the chair and down to your thighs; uncovered given the nightshirt you wore. “You’re gonna burn out,” Suguru spoke, lowering before you until his knees hit the floor. Your eyes widened as they followed his movements, lips parting as his grip on your thighs tightened.

“— get upset, tired, and become unable to focus on anything.” His words were true, quick observations and results he’s took in since the beginning of your relationship. Suguru’s hands lifted your thighs, pushing you back in your chair until it bumped against the wall. With this leverage he was raising you even higher until your covered cunt was flashing him, the thin fabric of your pajamas pushed up to your waist.

“Suguru, yo—“ The words were caught in your throat the moment his lips traced the inside of your leg, a shiver running through your body all the way down to your toes. You felt him laying your legs on his broad shoulders, leaving you wide to accommodate his large size.

Suguru’s fingers then rose, delicately gliding across your panties before pulling them to the side— allowing them to stay caught on the junction between your thigh. He got closer, pressing his lips against your mound gently and squeezing you close the moment you twitched.

“Just a small break, love. I want you to step back and simply focus on me.” Suguru spoke right against you, lips traveling to your slit before you could even reply. A hand slithered between the two of you, thick fingers separating your wetting folds. Eagerly, your lover’s tongue escaped his mouth to lick a bold stripe along it; the flat of it catching your swelling bud.

You gasped at the feeling, leaning back into the chair and melting within moments. Here you were again, succumbing so easily to his spell— this pleasure. His tongue had only just started gliding across you and you were already keening; thighs twitching with each swipe across your hardening clit. Every pass you were getting wetter and wetter, arousal growing in large waves.

Your breathing was getting heavier, head lighter, and your mind emptier as Suguru continued. What’s more, the moment his lips wrapped around your clit— your thighs were squeezing his head, his name falling from your lips in a heavy cry. He moaned against you, soft mmms vibrating against your pussy as he devoured you entirely.

Releasing your clit, his tongue went flat against you; circling your heat. A mixture of the man’s saliva and your arousal dribbled down from between your thighs and to your taint, surely staining the leather seat under you. Your stomach was clenching, hands abandoning your shirt to instead curl your fingers through his hair.

Little tears were forming in your eyes, slamming them shut as the pleasure consumed your body. You were shaking, a bubbling storm ready to burst within minutes. It felt as if Suguru had only just started to toy with you, and yet you were so close already.

“Fu—fuck, fuck..hm—!” You gasped out, fingers tightening on his hair, pushing your pussy right into his face. This alone caused his hands to fall under your ass, assisting you in rising your hips even higher.

Suguru always loved this part of it all; the desperation. There were times you were so shy and reserved whenever his mouth was on you— as if scared to express yourself. But that’s exactly what he wanted, for you let go. Every twitch, moan, gasp, and more; Suguru would stay here for hours until he got every single one.

A prize that wasn’t only for you.

His hand slipped between your thighs again, pushing two thick’s fingers inside your wet entrance. Not even a second passed and he was curling them, pushing against the spongy spot within you just to feel you shake even more.

“Suguu.. fuck—!”

A breathy chuckle fanned right against you, his messy lips rising into a sweet smile. “Oh, look at that.. making such a mess for me.” Suguru breathed right into your pussy, fingers plunging in and out of you at the perfect angle.

Your hips were rising to meet the thrusts, clit throbbing as your hands trembled. Cries of pleasure escaped your lips freely, pornographic sounds that had his cock straining against his sweats.

“Not a single thought in that pretty little head, huh?” Suguru’s eyes dipped across your form, lidded and filled with lust. It was no secret he was proud of himself at the moment, fully stealing your attention away from the silly assignment. The smirk on his face even deepened the moment he noticed your computer screen had gone black.

“That’s it sweet girl, release it all for me. Let it out..”

His thumb rose to rub tight circles upon your bud, coaxing you with a come hither movement within your wet entrance. Your walls pulsed around the digits, thighs closing around his arm as the pleasure began to peak. Suguru’s eyes were focused completely on you, savoring the woman before him that twitched so uncontrollably.

Your head knocked back against chair, crying out as the pleasure surged through you— releasing all over his fingers. Which didn’t stop, continuing to fuck into you until harsh, overstimulated whines were escaping you.

“Fu—fuck, Suguru— I get it, I..” You cried out as little tears lol spilled from your eyes, trickling down your hot cheeks. Despite your protests and trembles his movements never stopped, continuing to curl his fingers to allow his finger pads to grind against that special spot

“Mm.. don’t think you do. Anatomy still on your mind, sweetheart— huh?” He was torturing you now, fingerfucking you with no concern for your well-being. Despite your weak cries and trembles, he fully expected a reply; shown in Suguru’s raised eyebrow and rising to be face to face.

“It is, isn’t it?”

You quickly shook your head, arousal pooling with each thrust; making a sticky mess between your thighs and the chair. Your walls were clenching around his fingers harshly, chest raising and lowering at such an intense pace it was nearly concerning. The burning yet pleasurable sensation of your orgasm was licking at the pit of your stomach, threatening to explode at any second.

Suguru leaned down, using his free hand to grab your throat and move you closer to him. His thumb rose to press against your cheek, planting his lips against your own in a deep kiss. He swallowed the sweet mantra of his name you bellowed, feeling your thighs shake before your hips rose for the last time.

Your release was dripping by now, coating his fingers. Unlike before Suguru withdrew his digits, allowing you to finally breathe.

The kiss broke apart shortly after, a single string of saliva connecting your lips. You leaned into the man, panting softly as you felt his hands fall to your hips.

“When’s your assignment due, love?”

“Tomorrow night.”

Suguru chuckled softly to himself, rising you up from the chair and moving towards the bed.

“You can pick it back up tomorrow morning.”

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[sunmoonjune]

house-elves and moondew [one]

pairing: gojo satoru x fem!reader x geto suguru (poly) [hogwarts!au]

warnings: minors dni!! ravenclaw!reader, reader is also a little socially anxious, I make up some stuff about herbology and magical plants, reader has seen someone die but it’s not specific, insecurity, hints of threats, some violence and injury, blood, mentions of insomnia, suggestive themes, mahito and jogo are death eaters, polyamory

word count: 15.5k

a/n: this is the first half of this one shot!! the second half is almost finished and is scheduled to be posted hopefully by the end of the week :D let me know if you want to be tagged when it drops <3

The glistening alabaster shine of the moon illuminates the thin, frail leaves of the small plant before you. The upturned, indigo petals of a Moondew flower are nearly bioluminescent in the darkness of nightfall, a delicate cyan undertone leaking through the depths of the purple leaves and glowing faintly amongst the other fauna. In the light of day, Moondew is harder to collect due to its size, often disappearing under the growth of other plants and hiding amongst weeds or in the underbrush. It’s for this reason, that you’ve chosen to brave the darkness of the Forbidden Forest at this moonlit hour. 

With only a lantern and the moon to guide you with their shine, you search the depths of the forest for the faint blue glow of Moondew flowers. Under different circumstances, you’d likely find yourself too cowardly to enter the Forbidden Forest alone – let alone so late into the night. However, as you meander slowly through the trees, the little fear that simmers in your stomach is pushed away in the company of the pack of Thestrals that roam at your sides. 

The pack of mystical creatures seem to have taken a liking to you after all your visits, often accompanying you on journeys like this. When you first encountered them at the forest’s edge, you’d been a little frightened. With mangled bodies that looked like dark skin wrapped around bone, towering bodies and sharp beaks, you were unsure if the creatures would harm you. However, you quickly learned that there was nothing but kindness behind their vacant, gray eyes. 

“Hello, Little One,” you whisper softly into the cold, night air. The young Thestral that approaches is one you’re quite familiar with. He’d been born only a few days after you’d met the pack of winged horses. His twin had followed shortly after, a rarity amongst Thestrals. The young one had quickly grown attached to your frequent visits, nudging his large head against your torso to beg for scratches and for whatever treats you buried in your pockets. 

The Thestral coos a gentle sound as you rub his muzzle, beak chittering a little as you pull your hand away. The pack responds to the young one’s call with sounds of their own, and despite the shivering, mournful noise, you relax into the company of your dead companions. 

You wonder if the Thestral pack has taken a liking to you because of your ability to see their thin, leathery forms. Not many at the wizarding school were able to visualize their existence, a feat that did not go unnoticed. It was said that only those who encountered death were able to see the creatures, a notion that first tied your stomach in knots of anguished grief. As time passed however, the information grew from a mournful reminder to thankful sentiment. 

Without the painful memory, you wouldn’t be able to pursue the undergrowth of the Forbidden Forest at such a late hour, let alone meandering through the trees on your lonesome. With the pack of Thestrals at your side, you did not fear the creatures that lurked in the darkness. 

The little basket in your left hand swings gently as you drop to your knees at the foot of a little Moondew flower. The bony, reptilian head of the young Thestral gently bumps into your back, cooing softly for more attention as you let a huffed giggle escape your lips. With delicate hands, you collect a few of the glowing flowers with practiced ease and lay them in your wicker basket. 

As a seventh year Ravenclaw, you were adept at conducting the necessary care that certain magical plants needed for potion use. Herbology and Potions were two of your favorite subjects, and they often tied together quite nicely. 

After collecting a few of the Moondew flowers, you stood once more and grasped onto the little basket of flowers and other plants you’d collected in the moonlight. Though you’d only entered the Forbidden Forest to collect Moondew, you couldn’t help the urge to gather some other fauna as you spotted them in the undergrowth. 

Replenishing the stores of the potion cabinets was a task you conducted often. You liked to forage for the different ingredients, finding calm in the hushed sounds of greenery surrounding the castle. You’d take any opportunity to get away from the hurried chaos of the halls of Hogwarts. 

Professor Slughorn was more than delighted to enlist you for the duty, especially since he could be a bit absent minded. More often than not, when he was left to his own devices, supplies ran short or he’d find himself poking his nose into Professor Sprout’s greenhouse – a stunt you did not appreciate. You spent too many hours coaxing and caring for the herbs and fauna in her greenhouse, meticulously doting on each individual plant to ensure it would grow under even the worst circumstances. You were not about to lose any of your work to Professor Slughorn’s greedy fingers. 

With a deep sigh of cold night air, you counted the petals of the flowers you gently placed in your basket. Huffing silently under your breath, you happily hummed when you realized you collected more than enough Moondew flowers for the next few days of Potions lessons. 

Turning back to the young Thestral, you cooed softly when the bony creature squawked for attention. Flapping his wings gently in excitement, his tail flipped back and forth as he danced on his feet. You laughed and ran your hand across his side, stuffing your hand in your pocket to grasp onto the bag of meaty snacks that Hagrid had provided for you. 

You had reached out to the half-giant to determine the best food to bring the undead creatures, knowing that Hagrid would never report you for taking care of the animals on Hogwarts’ property. The gamekeeper was more than excited to hear of the care you provided for the Thestrals. Though he couldn’t see them, he was delighted to hear that you wanted to care for them as he could not. 

Hagrid had provided the nutritious snacks that the Thestrals adored. As they were carnivores by nature, you mostly brought fresh meat for them when you could. You made sure to bring a separate basket for those kinds of treats – you weren’t keen on putting raw meat in your pockets. 

When you threw a piece into the air, the young Thestral clicked his beak excitedly and leaned back onto his rear hooves to capture the snack before it hit the forest floor. You giggled at his energy, rubbing his smooth, leathery skin when he returned to your side. The texture was a little strange, but you had grown used to running your fingers over the skin of the undead creatures. 

Some of the other Thestrals made noises of contempt, waiting semi-patiently for their turn as you scratched the young behind his ears. Huffing with a warmth in your chest, you giggled and turned to pass out more treats to the rest of the pack. Feeding them from the palm of your hand, you were delighted to be able to stand so close to such dangerous creatures. Despite their considerable size and strength, the Thestral pack was more than kind to you. They ate from the palm of your hand, taking care to keep their beaks away from your fingers and gently picking up the meaty snacks. 

You cooed as an older mare nudged you gently with her muzzle, pushing you gently back towards the castle grounds. It was getting quite late – the moon was at its peak, shining its bright alabaster white and illuminating the forest floor. 

The Thestrals were wary tonight – and for good reason. 

One of the older males roughly scraped his hoof against the forest floor, huffing angrily as the light of the full moon broke through the trees. Most of the pack were a little apprehensive, dark bodies ensuring that you were constantly surrounded by their forms. They kept watch as you collected flowers and other fauna, lithe bodies and gray eyes scanning the forest for any movement.

It was a full moon. You understood the creatures’ caution, taking care to keep quiet as you delicately gathered the plants you needed. Full moons were dangerous, especially in the Forbidden Forest. However, Moondew were easiest to collect in the light of a full moon – their bright blue glow more obvious to spot in the undergrowth at such hours. With your wand at easy access, you were not terribly worried about other creatures roaming the night. The Thestral pack was protective, so you needn’t worry about your safety as you trusted the creatures to care for you as you did them. 

However, the chilling sound of a werewolf’s cry startling through the silence of the Forbidden Forest and sending a shiver down your spine, was not a pleasant sound. Werewolves were formidable creatures – ones you didn’t want to encounter under the light of a full moon. While the Thestrals would protect you, the tension in your spine returned at the inhuman howl that rang through the air. 

It was too dangerous to remain lingering in the forest. 

With hair standing on end, you scatter the remaining pieces of treats for the Thestrals onto the ground and let them finish the snacks. Rubbing a hand along one of the leathery sides of a large mare, you quickly scan the basket in which you've been collecting fauna. Ensuring that you have the proper amount of the necessary plants, you quickly fold a small cloth over them to ensure that they won’t be lost in your rush back to the castle grounds. 

Standing and straightening your spine, you dig your hands into the warmth of your dark robes and bury your nose into the depths of the navy scarf that’s wrapped around your neck. The days are getting closer to Winter and the temperature is steadily dropping. In the evenings, you can see your frigid breaths in the night air and feel the cold pressing into your extremities. Soon snow will fall on the Forbidden Forest, and fewer plants will survive the harsh temperatures. In these colder months, you mostly rely on the fauna in your greenhouse while tending to some of the Winter plants that can still survive the chilling snow. 

Clicking your tongue twice, the Thestral pack raise their heads to attention. They had been remarkably easy to train, always ready to follow the commands of those they had deemed worthy. Some of the large males huff a sound as they spread out. They split amongst themselves, two taking the lead as another dropped behind to bring up the rear. Larger females seem to flank you on both sides, ensuring that you’re protected from all sides as you begin to make your way back to the castle. 

They've taken to escorting you back to the grounds. Though you knew the way and could fend off most of the creatures of the night, the Thestral pack was insistent on guiding you as far as they could. They got huffy and pushy if you didn’t allow their escort, a sentiment that still seemed to make you giggle. 

Though, on nights like these, you appreciated their guidance. Under the illumination of the full moon, it would be foolish to venture alone. Werewolves were not the only dangerous creature to roam the forest in these perilous hours. 

You walk in silence for a few minutes, only the sounds of the forest and the wind to fill the quiet space. While ominous, you appreciate the tranquility of the noiselessness. With only the hushed sounds of nature and the clicking of hooves against the dirt, you feel at ease in the silence. It falls over you with an aura of serenity that you greatly enjoy. Even the chilling reminder of a roaming werewolf does not spook you in the relaxing atmosphere you’ve created. 

However, as another few silent moments pass, the aura is shattered as the startled cry of a human breaks through the night air. 

It’s an eerie cry: one filled with panic and utter fear. 

Head whipping in the direction of the sound, the Thestrals click their beaks and neigh in an anxious manner. You hush them gently, stomach turning in your own muted fear. Gut rolling, you roll on your heels as you debate following the noise. What lay ahead could only be danger, and you’d be risking your own safety for another. Beginning to gnaw at your lower lip, you run your tongue over the multitude of scars on the inner side of your lip where you’ve been pulling at the skin. Anxious habits. 

One of the Thestrals nudges you with her muzzle, trying to push you back towards the castle with another huff. You rub her nose with tension in your muscles, but don’t look away from the direction of the cry.

When another panicked shout echoes through the silence, ravens scatter from the treetops. They’re not far – only a few hundred yards at most. Stomach tightening with anxiety, you step forward as the red light of a stunning spell shoots through the dark of the night. Tightening your fingers into a fist, you push down the worried lump in your throat and gently push the Thestral away as you step forward. 

“I can’t leave them,” you whisper gently to the adult female. The Thestral regards you with her knowing gray eyes, dark leathery skin shifting under the muscle that runs along her side. She huffs another sound before neighing and shaking her head. 

The other Thestrals respond with similar sounds, already shifting to face you as you begin to make your way towards the echoed cry. They follow obediently, beginning to trot as you pick up the pace. Your brows twist into an expression of panic and you begin to rush towards the person in danger. 

Thestrals following and wings beginning to beat in a show of strength, you huff a breath as you run. Feet beating against the soil and arms pumping, you race with heaving breaths. Heart beginning to pound, you attempt to control your breathing as another red light zaps through the undergrowth. Stupefy. Whoever is out there is a wizard, likely trying to stun their opponent rather than harm, 

The pack squawks as you speed up, hooves pounding as they race. Two large adult males push in front of you, taking the lead to protect you from the oncoming peril. Their wings are massive, blocking out the white light of the moon as they spread on either side. 

Pushing through the line of thick trees, your racing mind and heavy breaths come to a halt as you lay eyes on the clearing before you. There are two men, forms you recognize, facing the towering form of a hulking werewolf as it leers over their vulnerable bodies. One of the men lays on the floor, wand a few yards away as he clutches his forearm. Blood runs from long, scarlet scratches that decorate his arm. He’s wincing, pulling the wound tight to his chest as his dark eyes scan the bodies in front of him. Face twisted in pain and long, dark hair falling into his eyes, he cries out to the second man. 

The second man stands tall in front of the first. His back is to his partner’s, white hair shining under the moonlight and arm extended with his wand at the ready. His body is tense and his teeth are gritted as he tries to shield the dark-haired male, who has likely been injured from the werewolf’s massive claws. His bright, crystalline eyes shine with both courage and fear, the pupils blown wide as his expression twists. He stands in between his partner and the werewolf, body tense and wand out to curse the beast if it takes another step.

“Toru!” The dark-haired man cries, hand outstretching to reach for the body of the lean, white-haired wizard.  

Gojo Satoru, the Prince of Slytherin, stands tall in the night. His body stands between the snarling werewolf and his lover – Geto Suguru, the Heartthrob of Hufflepuff. 

As the beast growls another angry, bone-chilling sound, he falls onto his gangly arms and pushes closer on all fours. The werewolf is a terrifying creature. With stringy hair and bones elongated in a monstrous, inhuman manner, the creature’s pale skin and sharp teeth are daunting under the light of the moon. 

Gojo’s stomach twists as the creature continues to push forward. The seventh-year Slytherin doesn’t want to kill this beast – his trembling hands say as much. While it may be a terrifying creature under the alabaster light of the full moon, the beast was still human under any other circumstance. Unable to control i’s own actions, the werewolf would harm anyone under the bloodlust of the moon’s control. 

With his mind racing, Gojo presses backward to cover more of Geto’s body. The Hufflepuff is unable to aid his partner, blood dripping from the agonizing claw marks that stretch along his forearm. Both are panicked, bodies tense and stomachs twisting in a form of pure fear they’ve seldom experienced. 

The werewolf snarls again, body dropping into a low crouch as it prepares to lunge towards the two. Saliva drips from its sharp fangs, and Gojo swears he can hear his heart pound in his ears. Geto is no better, the pulse in his chest beating quickly as he attempts to wrap his robes around his stinging forearm. His mind races, unable to aid Gojo as the werewolf lurks closer. Geto’s stomach twists as he tries to stand, unable to bear the thought of his partner fighting alone. 

Heart in his throat, Gojo presses his jaw tighter as the werewolf leans back onto its haunches. 

“Suguru,” he murmurs shakily, voice quiet as he chokes over the sound. “Run.” 

Though he can’t see it, Geto furiously shakes his head, dark hair falling into his eyes as it drops from the messy bun. Still clutching his arm tightly, Geto’s gut twists as his teeth grit. He grunts under the agonizing throb but stands his ground regardless. 

“No.” 

It’s a huffed sound, one of pain but spoken with an air of stubbornness. Geto refuses to leave Gojo behind, especially not now. The mere thought sends a beat of nausea into his stomach as it turns into an angry sort of guilt. Every fiber of his being trembles with emotion and his fingers tremble where they grasp the bleeding scratches of his forearm.

“Suguru, please.” Gojo is pleading now, chest aching as he tries to send his partner to safety. To protect the ones he loves, Gojo will take on the worst of magical beasts and the darkest of wizards. 

Geto shakes his head once more, a pained huff escaping his lips as he stands. The werewolf paces in front of them, scanning the two men with sharp eyes. The long-haired Hufflepuff leans his body against his partner, arm sliding around the crystalline-eyed wizard to help him maintain his balance. 

“I won't leave you, Satoru.” 

Gojo’s chest shakes with a heavy breath, hand tightening around the long, thin wand in his grip. He leans into Geto’s body, letting some of his weight rest against his partner even if it means turning away from the predator in front of them. 

Before Gojo can respond to Geto, the gangly inhuman beast is lowering on its haunches to pounce at the two wizards once more. Sucking in a deep breath, Gojo feels the wood of his wand cut into his flesh from how tight he grips it. Geto’s warm body presses into his side, unable to help defend themselves with his wand thrown aside by the beast. Stomach twisting and breath catching in the lump in his throat, Geto nearly squeezes his eyes shut. 

In the next moment, a flash of red light bursts in front of them and a fierce cry cuts through the night air in a furious shout, startling the spindly, monstrous creature. 

“Stupefy!” 

The spell slams into the werewolf’s side, throwing it off balance as it slides a few feet away from the two wizards. The blow is not enough to subdue, but it delivers a hit that sends the beast off its feet, falling onto its side in a bout of confusion. 

Gojo sucks in a deep breath, unoccupied hand sliding down to grip Geto to him tightly. The white-haired wizard heaves a heavy breath of both shock and relief as a body slides in front of him. Dark robes and a long navy-blue scarf fill his vision as a figure holds their wand strongly in front of them. Nails painted in a deep black, they grip their wand tight as their jaw clenches shut. The air feels as though it’s been sucked from his lungs when he takes in your form. Standing tall and firm despite the tremble in your fingers, Gojo watches as you set your shoulders back, using your own body as a shield in between them and the beast. 

The crystalline-eyed wizard feels his heart seize in his chest. There’s both the warmth of relief and awe simmering underneath the feeling of panic. With his stomach rolling, Gojo watches with wide eyes as your chest rises and falls in a quickened rhythm, feeling a sense of astonished wonder filter through his body at your bravery. 

Geto too, feels the same lingering awestruck fascination strike him as your chest heaves in pants. Your other hand clutches a small wicker basket with something buried beneath a layer of cloth, the fingers faintly trembling as the knuckles tense in their tight grip. The long-haired wizard feels his stomach twist in worry, feeling an unexpected need to ease the panic that must course through your body. He doesn’t know why the emotion seizes him, taking ahold of the forefront of his mind as he watches you stand strong in front of himself and his lover despite your obvious fear. 

Your form is familiar, but Geto doesn’t have the moment to ponder the thought before the werewolf lets out a blood-curling snarl. 

The gangly beast shakes its head in an angry lurch as it drags itself onto its four limbs once more. It seems to have righted itself from the brief blow of the spell, limbering forward with lips pulled back into a snarl. Despite the shivers that echo down your spine, you brace your shoulders and keep your face pulled tight. Fear twists in your gut, forcing a bout of nausea into your throat, but you push away the sickening lump. 

When the werewolf howls again, head thrown back into a monstrous stance, your grip around the thin wood of your wand tightens in order to repress the shake that threatens to overwhelm you. The beast drops back onto its forearms, pulling back into a crouch as it prepares to lunge for you and the two wizards. 

The hair raises on Gojo’s forearms, his wand still clutched in his grip. Knuckles white from the intense grasp on the dark wood, he keeps the wand raised alongside yours. His other hand still clutching Geto’s, Gojo feels the familiar sense of a protective urge flow through his chest. He’s a little confused when the feeling extends to you, but he doesn’t have the moment to consider it. 

With a final angry growl, the werewolf pushes off its hind legs and lunges forward with its powerful jaws wide open. 

Geto cries out with a shout. Hand clutched to his chest and blood dripping from the mauled scratches, he feels panic seize his gut as the werewolf just nearly closes its jaws around your forearm before the three of you can move. 

In a single, tense moment, time seems to slow as the beast closes in on your body. However, before you or Gojo can cry out a spell, a sick crunching sound echoes through the quiet of the night. 

In the next, the ghastly beast is flung away from your forms with a mighty blow. 

Your heart skips a beat, feeling relief flow through your body. Though there’s still nausea pressing into your stomach, the acid simmering at the back of your throat, you feel the tension in your muscles sag as the dark, leathery form of a Thestral steps huffs angrily in front of you. 

The werewolf is flung away with a single powerful blow from the Thestral’s hoof. The crack of its ribs can be heard in a gut-twisting sound as the strong kick forces the beast away. Pushed yards away, you allow your wand to drop slightly as you huff a sob of relief under your breath. The Thestral’s massive body ripples as its muscles shift under the leathery skin. An angry grunt falls from its beak as he shakes his head in a show of protective rage. 

Feeling safe under the Thestral’s guarded care, you allow your body to relax a little. Shifting your gaze from the fallen, whimpering body of the werewolf, you spot the rest of the Thestral pack beginning to filter into the clearing. They take a protective stance around you and the boys, bodies tense as they cover the three of you in a protective shield of leathery skin and boney forms. 

Your shoulders shake in another silent sob of relief. The werewolf whimpers once more, head swinging to look at the pack of undead creatures as they hover protectively in front of you and the other wizards. It stands on shaky legs, head swinging to look at the floor as it begins to limp away from the clearing, clearly outmatched by the physical strength and size of the pack of Thestrals. 

Both Geto and Gojo watch, jaws nearly dropping open in a mystified shock as the beast limbers away. They feel a sense of awe drift over themselves as the Thestral in front of you extends its wings in a show of power and pride. Flapping them angrily, it bleats out a successful cheer as the werewolf finally leaves the clearing with its head low. 

Geto can’t seem to see anything else in this moment. His eyes are transfixed on your body, watching as a weary smile falls onto your lips. You turn to face the Thestral, a creature Geto has seldom seen before, laying your hand onto its muzzle as it happily pushes its big head into your chest. Hands still trembling a little, you let out a happy sigh of relief as you let your forehead rest on the Thestral’s own. Geto’s feels his heart race with both wonder and relief, some sort of wonder beginning to sing in his chest as his eyes scan your body. 

His lover squeezes his hand tightly, bringing Geto out of the moment. Turning towards Gojo, Geto allows his body to collapse into his white-haired partner with a heavy sigh. 

Gojo is the first to speak, his head turned to look at you. You stand with your head pressed into the Thestrals, murmuring something into its dark, lithe skin. 

“Hey.” It’s a whispered, gravelly sound. Filled with some kind of terrified relief, Gojo murmurs the word to grasp your attention. Raising your head from the Thestral’s, you turn to face the wizard with the weary smile still on your cheeks. Hands still gripping the basket, you slip your wand back into your robes as Gojo has. The Slytherin is clutching onto Geto, his smile tight and crystalline eyes filled with a thankful kindness. “Thank you.” 

Your lips press into another smile, a welcoming nod of your head following as you meet Gojo’s eyes. You know the two wizards, very familiar with their names since they’re often passed throughout Hogwart’s winding halls. You’ve never interacted with either of them, choosing to keep to yourself rather than face the intrusive stares of other wizards. However, despite the lack of interaction, you’ve found the two to be much more than the malicious rumors make them out to be. 

Since you don’t have many others to interact with, you’ve taken to observing the masses as they flood the halls after classes. Perched in the high, hidden window, not many can see your form as they trudge down the spiraling staircase to their next class. From here, you can both listen and scan the other students as you like, taking in the chatter from the other seventh years as they mutter about the latest rumors. 

Other students can be cruel. 

Though you’ve heard much of the two – malicious rumors spread of their popularity or scandalous adventures, you’ve seen much differently from the two themselves. Much of the student body either adores the two attractive wizards, or they seem to spread spiteful stories that arise from the depths of envy. 

From up above the others, you can watch as the rest of the seventh years filter out of the Charms classroom, books clutched to their chests and rambling to each other. Only after the others have long gone do Geto and Gojo slip from the classroom’s doorway. They’re laughing to themselves, Geto playfully pushing Gojo away with a gentle, good-natured shove. The white-haired wizard whines and his lips pull into a silly pout as he attempts to lean over Geto’s shoulder. He mumbles something about forgiveness and Geto rolls his eyes, but there is a wide grin on his lips as his arm wraps around Gojo’s shoulder.

Despite what some of the others say, when the two are alone, they appear more genuine than most other wizards. With real, happy smiles on their cheeks rather than the haughty smirks that appear in the presence of others, you watch as they giggle to each other. Though there is still the lingering dramatic, silly aura to their demeanor, there seems to be another layer of gentle kindness underneath the playful facade they seem to parade in front of others. 

In the present moment, you offer both men a gentle smile and a nod. 

With the Thestral at your side and the werewolf now long gone, you can finally feel the relief sink into your skin. 

“Are you alright?” You offer softly, eyes lingering on Geto’s ripped skin. His eyes are weary, slowly sliding shut as he leans into his lover. Your mouth pulls into a worried frown as you watch Gojo run a comforting hand down Geto’s spine. 

Gojo’s eyes shift, a frown of his own sliding on his lips as he looks down at Geto’s injured hand. “I think so - s’just Suguru’s arm.” 

He worriedly scans the claw marks, unsure how to help his partner besides bringing his injured form to the Hospital Wing. Shifting on his feet with worry still lingering in his stomach, he nearly begins to move when you step forward. 

Your own eyes scan Geto’s arm, flicking over the bloodied scratches as you appear to mull over a few ideas in your mind. Body a little closer, you look up at Geto’s tired eyes with a question in them. 

“I can help with that too,” you start with your lips pulled into another gentle smile. You fiddle with the basket that’s still clutched in your other hand, eyes never leaving Geto’s as he tiredly watches you. When your hands lift a little with a question in your eyes, you offer the empty hand with a soft look in your features. “May I?”

Geto feels his heart twist with something he can’t quite identify, sinking further into Gojo’s body as he nods slowly. He tiredly offers the injured arm, outstretching it from where it was clutched to his chest. Barely hiding a wince at the moment, your frown seems to deepen at his pain. 

With very delicate hands, you inspect the wounds that decorate his arm with quizzing eyes. Geto suppresses a shiver when your skin touches his own. Despite the blood dripping from the marks - which you don’t seem to mind - you touch his skin with no care to the crimson that would stain your own. You take great care in not hurting Geto, simply inspecting the wound with soft touches.

Taking care not to irritate them further, you pass a few options around in your mind as you mumble something under your breath that Geto is too tired to catch. He barely manages to keep his eyes open to watch as you fumble with your basket, fingers gently rooting through the cloth to the fauna hidden beneath. 

Gojo silently watches, his chest squeezing with some kind of grateful feeling as he watches you take care of his partner. His hand is still carefully rubbing Geto’s spine, hoping to calm the dark-haired wizard as he winces once more. When another beat of silence passes, Gojo finally manages to introduce himself to their savior. 

“Gojo,” the white-haired wizard gently offers his name as he breaks the silence between the three of you. “Gojo Satoru.” 

Looking up from your basket with a soft smile, you nod. Navy scarf shifting from its place at your neck as you do so, you respond with simple words and a shy look. “I know.” 

Chuckling softly, Geto buries his face into Gojo’s robes, knowing he doesn’t need to introduce himself. When you offer your name in return, going back to fishing around in your wicker basket, Geto manages to turn his face to look at you just slightly. 

“Pretty.” 

It’s spoken so silently Geto thinks you may not have heard it. However, the shy look that falls onto your features and the twitch of your lips says otherwise. The compliment makes the tips of your ears burn and butterflies twist in your stomach - all despite the terror of the previous few moments. The notion causes a smile of his own to fall onto his features as he turns back into Gojo’s neck. 

Gojo watches with a grin, feeling some kind of giddy relief take over him as Geto speaks. It’s a bubbly feeling in his chest, one that’s so familiar to both him and Geto. He mentally notes to bring it up to Geto later. 

When you find what you’re looking for, you look back up at the two wizards with a happy smile. In your hands is a small plant – something like a twig with a few circular, soft leaves. You pull it gently from underneath the others, taking great care to delicately pry the leaves from the stem of the plant. Gojo watches, fascinated at your care for the fauna. 

With the leaves in the palm of your hand, you lift it to offer to the long-haired man. Geto doesn’t lift his head, simply looking down from where he’s resting with his head tilted into the crook of Gojo’s neck. Eyes scanning the green leaves on your palm, he looks back up at you with a quizzical look. 

“Dittany,” you speak softly, lips twitching into another gentle smile. “It can help close shallow wounds – though, it doesn’t taste particularly good.” 

You wince a little at the mention of its taste, offering Geto an apologetic look as you offer him the herb. With his long hair falling into his eyes, Geto’s lips pull into a little smile to wave off your concern. His uninjured hand lifts, and he marvels at the size difference between your palms when you carefully place the plant into his own. A lewd thought drifts across his consciousness, but Geto hurriedly pushes it away. 

Gojo adjusts his grip on Geto as his partner drops the leaves into his mouth, chewing without a grimace. He watches with a marveled look in his eyes as the effects follow soon after Geto swallows down the bitter plant. The bloodied claw marks, thankfully not too deep, begin to slowly heal over before his eyes. They don’t close completely, but the effects of the dittany plant are amazing. 

Skin healing slowly, Geto lets out a low sigh of relief as the stinging pain simmers away. Turning away from his arm, he looks back at you with a thankful, happy look. 

“Thank you,” he mumbles with sincerity ringing his voice. You nod gently, another welcoming smile pulling at your lips. Gojo’s own crystalline eyes offer you a similar look, and you feel quite bashful under their kind stares.  

The moment is interrupted when your body is nudged by the form of your young Thestral friend.

Bleating gently, his beak clicks as his gray eyes regard you. Nudging you with his muzzle once more you laugh softly as he pushes into your chest with his little wings flapping happily. He seems to be ensuring that you’re alright, a sentiment that makes your chest swell with joy. You bring your hand up to his head, scratching behind his ears as you press a tiny kiss between the little one’s eyes. 

Geto, now feeling much less weary thanks to the dittany, regards you with a warm look. He knows both he and Gojo can see the undead creatures, but he’s a little mystified to know that you can too. Though, despite the foreboding notion of being able to see their form, you seem very familiar with the dark creatures. 

He and Gojo watch as you giggle as the little one chirps a happy sound, smiles pulling at their own lips. Gojo presses his own kiss to Geto’s forehead, feeling sappy and grateful to be safe thanks to you and the Thestral pack. Geto hums softly as he does so, leaning further into his partner with a light, giddy feeling in his chest. 

When a second young Thestral emerges from behind the form of one of the adults, both wizards watch as you greet the little one with a similar happy smile. Cooing gently as it joins you and the other, Geto speaks softly to turn your attention.

“Twins?” 

Your head shoots up in surprise as Geto’s voice reaches your ears. Turning to look at him, your mouth falls open into a little gasp, as if you’d forgotten that others couldn’t see the undead creatures for a moment. When your eyes meet Geto’s, you realize that both wizards are looking at the two Thestrals with warm eyes, little grins on their lips as they watch the two young males nudge you for attention. 

Nodding gently with a mystified look on your face, you choose to ignore the lingering question on your lips. It would be rude to question their ability to see the Thestrals, not wanting to pry at dark, unhappy memories on your first meeting. Your own ability to gaze upon the creatures is a story you don’t often like to recall, so you figure the sentiment may be the same for both wizards. 

“Castor and Pollux,” you offer their names with a soft voice. “They were born when Gemini was one of the brightest constellations in the sky - figured the names fit for twins.” 

Gojo laughs softly, his chest shaking against Geto’s. Though the recollection of losing the young, outspoken child with dark hair stings painfully in his mind, Gojo pushes away the memory of Riko Amanai’s death. He focuses instead on the weight of Geto’s body resting against his and the warmth in your eyes as you watch the two Thestrals nudge each other away from you out of jealousy. 

When the two young creatures turn their attention to the two male wizards, you click your tongue twice in a precise manner so that the Thestrals look back at you. Turning to look at Geto and Gojo you offer them a quizzical look before tilting your head in question towards the little ones. Geto nods his head with permission, the notion bringing a smile to your cheeks. 

Clicking your tongue again, the two little Thestrals chirp happily and bound over to the two wizards. Cawing softly and nudging the white-haired man, Gojo laughs heartily as one of his hands comes up to stroke the dark, leathery muzzle of the happy creature. Geto finds himself in a similar predicament, a chuckle of his own spilling from his lips when the Thestral coos a sweet sound and softly licks Geto’s forearm, as if offering an apology for the beastly behavior of the werewolf. 

Gently scratching the young behind his ears, you watch with a happy smile as the two wizards interact with your Thestral pack. With the danger gone, the alabaster moonlight drifts over you in a comforting aura, allowing you to relax into the darkness of the night with a light feeling fluttering in your chest. You know you’ll have to head back into the castle soon, but you allow the serenity of the current moment to drift through you for a little longer. 

With Geto and Gojo laughing good-naturedly with the young Thestrals, wide smiles on their faces despite the earlier terror, you resolutely decide - no matter what malicious remarks others spread, the Prince of Slytherin and the Heartthrob of Hufflepuff are not so bad. 

Weeks later, however, you decide your previous sentiment concerning other students was completely and utterly undeniable: people can be cruel.

It starts after Gojo waves at you across the crowded classroom in seventh-year charms - a subject the white-haired wizard is incredibly adept in, it seems. At the friendly gesture, heads whip around to find the object of the Prince of Slytherin’s joy. You feel helpless and exposed under the glares that follow quickly after. When whispers quickly fill the hall, you choose not to acknowledge Gojo’s kind recognition. Instead, you stare down at the textbook in your palms, finding fascination in the paragraphs regarding the Asphodel plant and its particular uses in potion-making. 

Your gut twists when you feel indignant stares on your skin. Shuffling in your seat, you bury your head deep into your scarf in an attempt to avoid their stares. You hate the way their gaze makes your skin itch. 

At your rejection, Gojo’s bottom lip pulls into his teeth, forming a familiar pout. He turns to look at Geto with a whine forming in his throat. Though he feels a little miffed at your avoidance, Geto’s keen eyes watch the other students. He’s too familiar with the nasty looks others receive in their presence. Despite their adamant refusal to fuel their words, it seems that some of the other students continue to treat the two as if they reside on a pedestal. 

It started back when they were fourth-years: when students began to realize how attractive Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru were. Gojo was the so-called ‘Prince of Slytherin’ - descending from a long line of well known wizards who had all been in the same house. His popularity was known amongst both the students at Hogwarts as well as the wizards outside of it. While he sometimes broke the typical Slytherin stereotype, Gojo still exemplified the emblematic traits of his house: determination, strong leadership and resourcefulness. 

He was utterly gorgeous, a notion that fed into the admiration. Crystalline, cyan eyes glittered in the sunlight, though usually shrouded behind dark glasses. His porcelain white hair looked breathtaking in the moonlight, something you’d noticed in your first meeting. However, it was his genuine smiles - the ones you saw when he laughed loudly with unrestrained chuckles and gummy grins, head leaning into Geto’s body as his body shook with laughter and mischief glinting in his pretty eyes - these were moments you found Gojo Satoru the most breathtaking. 

Geto, conversely, had grown into his name on his own. From the beginning of his youth, he had been praised for his power and his intelligence by family and friends. When he had entered the wizarding school, similar behavior followed soon after. He was a prodigy in many ways. In addition to his prowess, Geto became well known for his kindness and his looks. 

His long, silken hair was usually tied into a bun, a few stands framing his eyes. Piercings lined his ears, despite most wizards not having many. He was flirtatious in a way that was too kind to even be seen as such - most regarding his words as genuine compliments rather than teasing banter. Geto was a Hufflepuff through and through: hard-working, with a strong sense of justice and undying loyalty. 

It was this behavior - the captivating smirks and irresistible kindness, that gave him the moniker: ‘the Heartthrob of Hufflepuff.’ 

While the attention had been fun at first, the two wizards quickly grew tired of the manner in which they were treated, as well as the way these ‘fans’ began to act towards their friends. 

In the winter of their fifth-year, a group of them had begun to taunt their close friend, Shoko Ieiri. While she hadn’t been perturbed at first, her seemingly impassive demeanor allowed her to brush off the nasty remarks - it quickly grew into something more spiteful. The foulmouthed words could no longer be disregarded when the taunts turned into hexes and the pranks dissolved into actions far more dangerous. 

Geto and Gojo had quickly put a stop to the behavior, despite Shoko insisting that she could handle the tormentors on her own. She had been determined to deal with the perpetrators with her own clever spells, being a remarkably crafty Ravenclaw for her age. However, both men were unable to disregard their connection to the cause of her affliction. 

After the fiasco, both wizards were forthright in their distaste for the so-called ‘fanclub.’ It’s the reason the two tend to stick around in empty classrooms, waiting for the hustle of the crowd to vacate the towering halls. When the winding staircases finally began to calm, only then did they venture to their next class. Geto and Gojo appeared to only interact with a few close friends now - Shoko and Nanami being two of the most often seen. 

While you didn't know either wizard well, you often saw Shoko in passing, seeing as you were both seventh-year Ravenclaws. She was kind, offering you small, friendly smiles and a few hushed words when she had the chance. You appreciated her courtesy despite the stone-faced expression she sometimes wore. 

Nanami, on the other hand, you only knew in passing. He was a sixth-year Gryffindor, a year below you - so he didn’t share any classes with you. The blonde seemed nice enough, despite the ever-present frown on his lips. He was often seen beside a dark-haired boy in his year, who always had a smile on his lips in contrast to Nanami’s set lips. 

When Geto turns away from your nervous form, your bottom lip held between your teeth as you gnaw on the flesh, he nudges Gojo with his elbow. Despite their practiced facades, the crystalline-eyed wizard is adept at recognizing the solemnity in his partner’s demeanor. With a single touch, Gojo is alert. He straightens his spine and shifts his gaze to Geto’s, silent communication passing between themselves. 

Geto’s eyes shift to your form, watching your anxious fingers as they begin to rub together in practiced stimulation. Gojo’s gaze follows, flicking over the heads of other students who have turned to look your way. He watches the way you shrink under their stares, feeling unease at the intention behind such ganders. Your discomfort under the prying gazes of the others is obvious. 

The white-haired wizard’s chest sinks with a sigh, shifting back to look at Geto, who has already turned to face him. His lover’s eyes are sad, the only indication of his true feelings. While his face remains in its trained aloof appearance, Gojo has no problem discerning the sincere emotions in Geto’s features. 

“Why can’t we just have friends?” Gojo mutters under his breath, disdain and a hint of anger leaking through the muffled sound of his voice. He looks down at his hands with his eyebrows pulling together. Geto responds with an agreeing hum, his face contemplative as he faces the front of the classroom.

“Yeah,” his wistful voice murmurs, quiet to all but Satoru. “But we don’t really want to be her ‘friend,’ do we?” 

Satoru turns to his partner with a tiny smirk pulling at the sides of his mouth as the implication is not lost on him. The white-haired wizard leans into Geto with a mirthful look, planning on dropping another flirty comment when students turn to look at them. While Satoru doesn’t usually mind their stares, too used to the facade that lays atop his inner demeanor, he doesn’t like the way the malicious looks shift back to you. 

There’s no time to continue their discussion when the professor clears his throat to gain the attention of his students. You feel a wave of relief pass over you as stares leave your form and turn to face your professor. Preparing to listen to the Charms lecture, you keep your gaze turned to your notebook and quill, choosing to hyper focus on the information being taught rather than anyone else in the imposing lecture hall. 

You know this material already, having read the chapter in the textbook in the days before the lecture. There was not much else for you to do in the waning hours of the night, all attempts to curb your insomnia falling flat. However, despite the repetitive lapse of information, you still bury your focus in the material in the hopes of tuning out whispers from the crowd. 

When you and the others are finally dismissed, you stand quickly. Scrolls already packed away and textbooks in hand, you shuffle out of the hall and into the towering corridors with haste. Eyes follow your form, two bodies standing in their own rapid attempt to catch up to you. 

However, before they can reach your anxious form, bodies block their path. Other students have begun to stand, making their way into the aisles of desks in order to stumble out of the lecture hall. 

Gojo curses as his eyes scan the crowd, hidden beneath the dark lenses of his glasses. Geto stands at his side, his knuckles rubbing gently into the white-haired wizard’s spine - an attempt to comfort his partner in their well-concealed worry. 

Turning to look at his long-haired lover, Gojo sighs an unhappy sound. Chest sinking in some sort of simmering guilt and worry, he leans lightly into Geto’s body. There are still others lingering in the emptiness of the classroom, so Gojo does not allow the facade to slip any further. However, he craves the silent comfort that Geto provides with a simple touch of his fingers against Gojo’s own skin. The little brush of contact helps, goosebumps rising in the path that his fingers maneuver. With the little touch, Gojo can feel some tension leave his shoulders, though it’s a minuscule movement that no others would catch. 

Geto notices, as he always does. 

“S’alright, ‘Toru,” he murmurs under his breath. It’s a silent sound, only spoken with enough volume for his partner to hear. “We’ll talk to her soon.” 

The twisting in his stomach only relents with the hope of speaking to you. Leaning closer to Gojo as students leave the room, his eyes drop to the empty seat that you’ve left vacant. Scanning the area, his gaze falls on the folded parchment that has fallen to the foot of the desk. Tugging gently on Gojo’s robes, Geto motions to the object with a furrow in his brow. 

Maneuvering through the empty desks, Geto drops into crouch as he gently lifts the parchment from the dusty floor. Confusion pulls at his mind, but it’s quickly sated at the discovery of the ink that marks the parchment. The little folded paper is covered in scribbles – marks encompassing nearly every inch of the dusty material. For a moment, Geto can’t differentiate any of the inky black doodles that litter the parchment. 

“What is this?” Gojo murmurs under his breath as he ponders the scribbles. He peers at the pages from behind Suguru, eyebrows pulling together as he scans the inky mess. 

However, as Gojo leans closer over his shoulder, a confused hum leaving his lips, a knowing gasp echoes from Geto’s own. Turning the pamphlet upright, the dark-haired wizard is finally able to discern some of the scribbles, matching the lines he knows in his mind. 

“Stars, ‘Toru!” Geto mumbles as he continues to scan the paper. “She’s charting the stars.” 

At the revelation, Gojo hums and turns his head. With a newfound understanding, he’s able to differentiate some of the marks you’ve scribbled onto the paper. He recognizes some from previous Astronomy classes, knowing some of the more obvious constellations of the top of his head. Cassiopeia and Orion are obvious to his eyes, the familiar strokes of their pattern filtering through his mind. 

A giddy feeling erupts in Geto’s stomach as an idea pushes at the forefront of his mind. It seems you’re a fan of the stars – it should have been obvious, given the appointed names you designated to the two young Thestrals. Turning back to look at Gojo with a knowing smile on his lips, he nods his head. They pass information silently, Geto inquiring his partner to see if he’s followed his silent thought process.

“The Astronomy Tower,” Gojo fills in the blanks, beginning to understand Geto’s silent plan. 

Hours later, with the moon high in the sky, shining its familiar alabaster color when the two wizards finally seek you out. Late into the night, long after the other students have been confined to their quarters under the constraints of curfew, Geto and Gojo slip out of their common rooms. Meeting with silent footsteps and hushed whispers, the two make their way to the Astronomy Tower. 

While both of them are Prefects of their respective houses, being caught in the halls past curfew would still result in quite the punishment. The notion keeps the two quiet, slinking past open hallways until they reach the steps of the tower. 

At the top, you sit with a blanket draped over your legs. Dressed in your pajamas and the familiar navy scarf still around your neck, the cold of winter’s grasp has begun to settle over the castle. You’ve taken extra precautions to battle the chill tonight, ensuring that you have plenty of blankets stored in the little space beneath the floorboards a few paces behind you. 

With only the light of the moon and stars as your company, you fumble with your small bag to pull out a new roll of parchment. You had been saddened to find that you had lost your previous chart, a collection of your favorite constellations that you had been working on for quite some time. However, you did not have the time to lament in your sadness, simply choosing to bring a fresh roll of parchment and a quill to begin the process of charting anew. 

When the squeak of wooden floorboards echoes behind you, your head comes up with a sharp motion. You are not often interrupted at the top of the Astronomy Tower – seldom do students climb this high, even during waking hours. 

Turning over your shoulder, your stomach twists with a little wary motion, only to sigh in relief at the sight that you are met with. A small part of you had been frightened that a professor would find you, as you did not have permission to be out of bed after curfew. 

From behind you, Geto Suguru’s lips pull into a little smile of greeting. Gojo Satoru peaks out from over his shoulder, his form slightly taller as he steps to the side of his partner. Your shoulders sag in relief, noting that they too, are in their nightwear. Both have their robes draped over their pajamas, likely to battle against the chill in the night air. 

“Hello,” you whisper softly into the air. You had not been expecting either man to seek you out in the late hours of the night. Though you had known that both wizards wanted to speak to you, you were sure they would do so in the silent moments in which you passed each in the halls. 

Gojo offers a silly smile in greeting, one that is a little different from those you see in the Great Hall. He raises his hand a little, allowing your gaze to shift to the roll of parchment he delicately clutches. 

“I think we’ve found something of yours,” he warmly murmurs, eyes filled with a gentle mirth. There’s a happy, swirling feeling in his stomach, some sort of glee that he and Suguru were able to find you as they had hoped. Seeing your form, bundled under the blankets with a feathered quill in your hands gave the Slytherin warm bolts of a familiar longing. When he turns to give the Hufflepuff a  look, he knows that Geto’s stomach twists with the same giddy butterflies that flutter in his own gut. 

“My chart!” you happily gasp, hands outstretched for the inky parchment. Before you can stand, Gojo lets out a soft chuckle and moves silently on his feet to your spot. Kneeling down at your side, he gently offers you the pages, a sweet grin on his lips as he watches you happily shift through the papers. 

Geto follows after his lover, his own grin on his lips. With your chest singing with a grateful happiness, you look back up at Gojo with a wide smile on your cheeks. At your beaming look, the crystalline-eyed wizard is taken aback at the skip of his pulse. Your eyes shine brightly under the light of the moon and a sudden realization rushes across Gojo’s conscious thoughts. You’ve never looked more beautiful. 

The light of the stars lingers in the color of your irises, shining back at the two wizards with a glimmer brighter than the constellations themselves. Your wide smile and grateful look have his breath catching in his throat. Gojo feels his chest squeeze with a newfound adoration, his eyes shifting to look back at Geto, who’s eyes shine with a similar gleam. 

Geto is content to linger behind his partner for a moment, taking in the giddy smiles on both your cheeks. He lets the image sink into the forefront of his mind, ensuring that it burns long enough for him to memorize each portion of the image. There’s a tingling in his stomach, some part of him singing with glee at the sweetness between you and his partner. 

“Thank you,” you murmur happily, hands delicately placing the scroll into your bag. There’s something swimming in your stomach, feelings you aren’t sure you can categorize yet, but you ignore them in favor of discerning them later. 

Gesturing at the space at your side, you feel a little nervous as you offer them a seat. “Would you like to join me?” 

When Gojo eagerly sits at your side, you feel relief sink into your chest. It seems that much of the worry that dawdles in your head is swept away by the comforting presence of both wizards. Despite the attention you know you will receive from the other students, there’s a deeper longing feeling in your stomach that aches to get to know the two men better. 

Geto drops carefully to a seated position in front of you, his back leaned against one of the pillars that supports the canopy roof. His position is quite similar to your own, sat across from your form but not far. When you relax against the wooden pillar with your knees pulled upwards, your legs brush against his for a moment. Neither of you acknowledge the tingling feeling that erupts at the touch. 

Gojo hums happily at your side, seated close enough to look over your shoulder at the stars above you. His body is warm despite the frigid night air and you find yourself sinking into the heat. 

A little bashful, you gently pull the soft blanket that covers your legs into your fingers. Silently debating your forwardness, you gnaw on the inside of your lip as you lift the corner in an offer to Gojo. When the cold rushes into your canon of warmth, you nearly begin to regret the decision, however Gojo is quick to accept. 

Sliding easily into your space, he settles his body beneath your large blanket, a wide smile on his cheeks. You can feel heat rising into your face, surpassing the urge to hide your face in your hands when his body draws closer. 

Geto nearly lets out a little chuckle when his eyes scan your bashful figure. He feels a little jealous that Gojo has so easily joined your side, but the moment quickly passes as a gentle affection takes its place when Gojo’s joyous grin meets his eyes. 

You wave your hand softly, wand flashing in the moonlight for a moment. Geto doesn’t have a moment to ponder the reason when a soft, weighted mass drops onto his legs. His dark, grateful eyes soften at the gesture, hands coming up to pull the blanket further up his torso. You had used a silent spell, pulling a blanket from the storage beneath the floorboards to ensure Geto was as warm as his lover. 

Feeling another surge of adoration fill his chest, Geto bows his head forward in silent thanks. When he shifts to pull his upper body under the blanket, your eyes linger on his arm. For a moment, you can see the bloody gashes that once marred his skin and a twist in your stomach causes a frown to pull at your lips. 

Noticing the saddened expression, Geto’s own face softens at your obvious concern. When you look back into his dark eyes, there's a question on your lips. 

“Are they healing well?” You inquire, voice soft with emotion. 

Gojo feels his chest twist with affection as he watches your concern for his partner. A smile drifts onto his cheeks as he turns to look at Suguru. There’s something behind his eyes that Geto understands - the silent communication between the two easily discerned over time. She’s perfect, the cyan of his eyes sings. 

Geto hums with a warm smile, chest swelling with a joyful wonder. “Yeah, they’re alright - healed with just a little scarring, thanks to you.” 

The tips of your ears warm at his words and the notion causes Geto’s pulse to skip at your bashful nature. He leans forward a little, pulling his arm from the depths of the warm blanket. His dark robes shift as Geto peels them away, allowing you to take in the strength of the muscles in his forearm. You’re distracted for a moment, eyes too busy scanning the size of his hands and the tendons in his arms to focus on the faint scars that run up the flesh. 

Leaning forward without thinking, you brush your fingers against his warm skin. Running the tips of the appendages across the faintly raised scars, you turn his forearm to truly inspect the healing of the wounds. Geto feels his skin heat as your skin slides against his. Chest swelling and head spinning at the contact, Suguru feels his body nearly sway with happiness at the simple touch. 

When you finish your inspection, you lean away with a shy smile, as if apologizing for your forward behavior. Geto returns the look with a smile of his own, a faint chuckle threatening to fall from his lips. 

Gojo’s eyes shimmer with glee as he watches the two of you. Your concern for his lover causes an insurmountable wave of happiness to swell in his body. He can barely contain the urge to lean forward and pull the two of you against him. 

Silence falls back over the tower, and the three of you settle into the serenity for a moment as you turn to look back at the stars. The shine of several constellations stares back at you, wonder filling your eyes as you take in the beauty of the cosmos. 

“Beautiful, aren’t they?” You whisper silently, not expecting a response from either wizard. Not turning away from the constellations, you don’t see the gazes of either man. 

Geto shifts his eyes between you and his white-haired lover, feeling his chest swell with a happy feeling. Though it’s only been a short while, Geto finds himself greatly enjoying your presence at their side. Beside his partner, the two of you look breathtaking with the light of the moon hitting your skin. Gojo looks down at you rather than up at the sky, but Geto cannot blame him. 

Out here, with no other prying eyes to pick away at your form, you are in your element. Curiosity at its peak, you find comfort in the expanse of the stars and knowledge of the unknown. Both wizards are quickly learning that in these silent moments, they find you the most astounding. With your eyes shining with interest and a gentle smile on your lips, they share a look of warm affection.

“They are,” Geto hums, chest rumbling with the sound. Though his eyes are still on your body, wrapped up in a soft blanket alongside Satoru, he answers your question with his own underlying meaning. “Do you come up here a lot?” 

You turn away from the darkness of the sky for a moment, looking back at Suguru with a delicate nod. Pulling the blanket a little tighter around you and Satoru, you shiver a little when a frigid burst of air blows through the tower. You don’t say anything when Gojo scoots closer. 

“Especially this time of year,” you mumble excitedly. The words fall from your lips with an excited voice. “After September, the Aurora Borealis can sometimes be seen this far North.” 

Gojo’s eyes haven’t moved from your face, the giddy feeling still turning in his stomach. He quickly finds that he greatly enjoys your excited rambles, the sound of your voice bringing a quickened beat to his pulse as he listens. 

“I’ve always wanted to see them,” you finish, turning back to the dark, milky expanse of the sky. You scan the constellations, picking out ones that you have memorized. 

Geto responds with another hum, the smile never leaving his lips. He watches Gojo scoot a little closer and resists the urge to giggle. 

“I’ve seen them!” Gojo happily murmurs, head leaning a little closer as if muttering a secret. “My family has a place in the mountains - sometimes during the Winter, I can see them through the skylight in my room.” 

You gasp happily, turning to look back at the crystalline-eyed wizard with delight on your cheeks. Beginning to ask him excited questions, Gojo responds with equal fervor, enjoying the inquisitive murmurs. Your stomach twists with delight when he doesn’t seem off-put by your curiosity. Gojo eagerly answers each of your questions, even responding with some of his own to continue the conversation, a sentiment that makes your chest sing with a newfound warmth. No one has ever been particularly interested in your excited ramblings before. 

Geto leans back, a happy sigh filtering through his lungs. He and Gojo had originally planned on apologizing for the unwarranted attention from other students. However, the sight before him is one he cannot bear to interrupt, feeling fuzzy with a happy warmth at your delighted expression. He decides that he and Gojo can accept these silent moments with you - away from the discord of the crowd and the prying eyes of your peers. At least for now, the two wizards can revel in your presence, accepting the notion that your fleeting moments together will be away from the others. 

With the stars as your company, the three of you huddle together in the winter air, feeling both the warmth of each other and your hushed glee fill the space between you. For now, you can sit peacefully and sink into the sweet aura of the Prince of Slytherin and the Heartthrob of Hufflepuff, hoping for many more moments with the same euphoric feeling. 

Your next memorable meeting with the wizards who snuck their way into your heart, is not filled with the sweet glee that previously swelled in your chest. 

It’s a Sunday afternoon and the frigid winter air has forced you to bundle up as you venture the winding hallways of Hogwarts. This weekend most of the students have been granted permission to visit Hogsmeade, and even the snow couldn’t keep the crowds of students away from the little school-side village. You’ve chosen to remain behind, having spent most of the previous day hidden in the Forbidden Forest with Geto and Gojo, so you have plenty of work to catch up on before the next school day arrives. 

The three of you have grown much closer, taking the silent moments in the darkness of night to meet each other. Away from the prying eyes of students, you allow yourself to fall easily at their side. Both wizards are quite easy to converse with, both taking care of your intricacies and silent worries. They often meet you in the Astronomy Tower to admire the stars - or sometimes, they pull you away in the early morning hours of the weekend. The shores of the Black Lake are usually seldom used, and the three of you can converse as you please without malicious whispers at your back. 

In these happy moments, you notice the relationship between the three of you begin to change. There’s no spoken confirmation of the shift, but you’re certain all three of you can feel it. 

Touches become less hesitant. Satoru has no qualms reaching for you in the dark of the night, pulling you into his body and claiming that he needs you to keep him warm. There are blankets scattered around you, but you don't mention them - simply allowing the crystalline-eyed wizard to pull your body between his legs. Resting your back against his chest, his chin drops onto your head as the two of you face Suguru. 

It’s not long before Suguru can’t resist the temptation. He quickly joins the two of you, enjoying the gentle affectionate touches as much as Satoru. The dark-haired man slips between your own legs, resting his weight on your thighs. Head against your stomach, he stretches his body out and allows you to run your fingers through his silky hair. 

You’re not used to such casual affection, but the touch feels so nice that you don’t mention it. Quickly beginning to crave the feeling, you allow the two wizards any sweet motion they are willing to divulge. 

In the present moment, the massive, arching hallways of the wizarding school are noiseless. It’s a little eerie, as you’ve grown quite used to the cacophony of sounds that usually swamp the corridors. Nevertheless, you meander through the castle with a destination in mind. A few textbooks knock against your outer thigh from where they hang in your tote bag, the weight a little bothersome but not distressing. 

You’re a little caught up in your thoughts - namely of the relationship between you and two attractive sorcerers - when you turn the corner on your journey to the library. You don’t notice the figures at the end of the dimly lit hallway until the hushed, angry sounds of their whispers reach your ears. 

The sounds are rushed and hissed with such vile rage, you nearly startle in your tracks. The source of such voices are not in view, likely around the next corner to a darkened corridor that lies in your path. Hesitating in your footsteps, you slow to a stop, dreading interrupting what sounds like an angry rant. 

“The Dark Lord grows curious, Mahito,” an eerie voice grumbles. “He wonders if you’re truly up to the task-” 

The sound of the cryptic voice is cut off as a choking sound interrupts his speech. A squeak follows with the thud of a body against stone succeeding soon after. 

“Don’t threaten me, Jogo.” A different voice filters through the still air of the dark hall. “I’m quite capable of finishing the duty that was given to me.” 

The spiteful sounds cause your body to tense, scooting closer to a stone statue to your right. You hope the large form of the beast engulfs your body, not wanting to be seen by the enraged voices. A swirling aura of fear grips you tight, causing a lump to form in your gut and simmer angrily as the voices continue. 

“If you were so competent- ” the first person spits, “then why hasn’t Gojo Satoru joined our ranks?”

At the name, your stomach sinks. 

Breath leaving your lungs as you begin to discern the information, you feel frozen. Body tense and still hidden, your mind is too busy processing the new discovery, you are helpless to fight the hand that slides over your mouth.

The terrified squeal you let out is muffled under the large hand that encompasses your mouth. Stomach sinking in an anxious panic, you feel your heartbeat in your ears as you struggle under the strong hands of your captor. The body is strong, barely wielding underneath your wiggling, muscles tense and firm against the battle of your struggle. 

Despite their grip around your waist, the hold isn’t tight. The person holds an arm over your hips gently and pulls your body into their chest. Quickly turning, they move your body behind theirs, keeping their own back turned to the spiteful whispers of the two suspected Death Eaters. 

Gentle hushing fills your ears a moment later, your captor softening his grip as he shields your body with his own despite your confusion.

“Hey, s’alright-” the soft voice whispers, chest rumbling with their low, hushed voice. “S’just me, Sweetheart- s’okay.” 

Recognition fills your head and your struggles cease as the familiarity of the white-haired wizard fills your senses. Satoru’s body is covering yours, shielding you from the sight of the two men still hidden down the next hallway. His large thumbs rub gentle circles into your hips, trying to soothe your panic, knowing that grabbing you had sparked an anxious rumble in your stomach. You’re pressed tightly to his chest, a notion that sparks another skin in your pulse - though it’s thankfully not one of fear this time. 

The lump in your throat bobs when you swallow, but the gentle heartbeat in Satoru’s chest is a calming reassurance. You can feel it beat against your front, and it soothes your racing pulse, your heart seeming to match the beat of his own. Tense muscles and turning stomachs shift to slightly trembling fingers and a shaky breath as you reach up to place a hand on his chest. Satoru’s other hand softly leaves your mouth, drifting behind your head to delicately press you into the crevice of his neck. 

“’Toru,” you meekly whisper, voice so quiet you fear he won’t hear it. It’s mumbled into his neck, lips nearly brushing against his skin. You don’t have a moment to feel bashful at his closeness, too preoccupied with the suspected Death Eaters and the racing of your pulse. It rings in your ears, reminding you of the panic of the situation. 

The crystalline-eyed wizard lets out another hum in response, the sound hushed so that only your ears recognize the sound. A pleasant zing filters through his body at his name on your lips, but he isn’t able to savor the sound like he wants. Rubbing his hand against your neck, he shifts on his feet to press the two of you further behind the gargantuan statue that rests at the edge of the hallway. He's trying to hide both of you, you understand. The risk of being caught by the two suspicious students could result in a nasty confrontation, and Satoru would prefer to keep the two of you as safe as possible.

In the back of your mind, you wonder where Suguru is – Satoru isn’t often seen without his Hufflepuff counterpart. You want to raise your head to search for the dark-haired sorcerer, a twist in your stomach forming when you think of his missing presence. However, when you shift with a twitch and try to turn, you feel a change in the atmosphere. 

A shuddered breath sounds and then another body is gently pressing against your back. As Satoru pushes you gently into the crevice behind the marble statue, you discover the second form. Warmth fills your back as a muscled body softly sinks into you, chest rising and falling with each breath. You don’t have to turn to know that it’s Suguru. His presence sparks a rise of heat in your chest, causing your pulse to skip once more. 

“M’here, Pretty,” he leans down to whisper softly into your ear, “Stay quiet f’me.” His deep voice sends shivers down your spine and you have to repress the tingle in your gut that pulses at his proximity. You can feel his breath on your skin, and the thought deviates your mind from the tense environment. 

You nod slowly, relaxing in between the two wizards. Letting the warmth of their skin melt into yours, you can allow the tension in your muscles to lessen slightly. While you still fear the suspected Death Eaters, you feel utterly safe in the presence of the two men. 

Suguru’s hand drops to the hip that Satoru’s own fingers are not grasping. He too, rubs gentle circles into the fabric of your robe, and even though the material, you swear you can feel the heat of his skin. 

Leaning back the smallest bit, you bring your eyes to look into Satoru’s. They’re hardened in the slightest, allowing you to understand the tension of the circumstances. Despite the softness in which he treats your form, you can see the residual lines of a frown that once graced his lips. 

He looks over your shoulder at his lover, their words going unspoken. Peering over Satoru’s back, you can still hear the hushed voices of the two students from your hidden position. The lingering fear still sits at the back of your throat, but the nausea is gone. Between Satoru and Suguru, you aren't as worried about your safety as you were before. The two are extremely skilled wizards - you’ve seen them win duels in seconds. Pressed between their chests, you know that the three of you are more than capable of defending yourselves from two wizards, no matter how corrupt. 

When you look back up at Satoru, he finally tears his eyes away from Suguru’s, a worried tension deep in the crystal blue irises. Dropping them to your own, you gnaw your lip gently between your teeth and Satoru has to suppress the urge to delicately rub his finger across your soft lips. 

“Death Eaters?” you murmur as silently as you can. 

The tension returns when a hiss is heard from around the corner. Suguru’s muscles tense, forearms flexing when the sound echoes through the empty hallway. He pulls your form tighter to his chest, feeling a protective urge to both you and his partner swell in his chest. A similar feeling must envelop Satoru, as his tall, broad form leans over you once more. From between their towering, muscular forms, your body is shielded almost entirely. 

Satoru mumbles his confirmation into your hair, keeping his muscles tight. The anxious, protective feeling in his gut does not cease despite the sounds quieting. His wand rubs his side from where he keeps it in his robes. At easy access, Satoru is more than ready to reach for it at the first sign of danger. For now, he keeps his muscles tight, ready to spring into action. He knows Suguru is ready to pull you away at his earliest chance, their silent conversation over your head confirming their escape should it be necessary. Both men are more than ready to protect both you and each other. 

Suguru pushes a little closer, dropping his head to whisper into your ear again. A few strands of his dark, silky hair fall into his eyes as they escape the loose bun they were pulled into. Bushing against your own skin, you can’t suppress the shiver that filters through your form when you realize how close he’s pressed to you. 

In any other circumstance, Suguru would revel in your obvious reaction to his proximity. He’d look up at Satoru with a knowing smirk and push closer, letting his hips press into your backside as Satoru traps your waist with his own. While the sight is one he craves, he pushes away the notion - focusing instead on calming your racing mind.

“They’ve been after Satoru for years,” he mumbles with a bated breath. Thumb still rubbing gentle circles into your hip, he shifts his gaze to look up at his partner while he speaks. “His family has had a foothold in the Dark Lord’s army since before we were born.” 

You look up at Satoru’s cyan eyes when Suguru finishes speaking, watching as tension slides over them. They appear to darken in the slightest, giving way to a painful memory, it seems. 

When your hand, still pressed to his chest moves, Satoru looks back down at you in question. Your eyebrows are pulled together, noticeable inquisition in your gaze. Though, despite the revelation, you don’t appear to be upset. In fact, Satoru only sees worry reflecting in your irises rather than fear. You care for him - in what capacity, you’re still unsure - but Satoru is still important to you. Knowing that Death Eaters have been watching his every move, seeking the proper moment to seclude him and weasel their way into his mind – it discomforts you. 

“M’alright, Sweets,” Satoru mumbles, his lips softening into a gentle smile at your obvious concern. His hand, previously at the back of your neck, slides a fraction closer to your cheek. If he wanted, he could brush his thumb over your cheek with a delicate sweep. He craves it, but keeps his fingers still. Your head tilts into his hand in response, a motion that squeezes Satoru’s chest tight with affection. 

“The life of a Death Eater is not one I want for myself,” he continues. “Their morals have corrupted their intentions - Muggleborns deserve a place at this school as well as I do.” 

As he speaks, his eyes drift to Suguru's. For a moment, you don’t understand the grief that overtakes the crystalline of his eyes. His mouth twitches, and Suguru’s grip on your waist tightens a fraction. Only after, a sudden realization allows you to discern the underlying meaning in his words. 

Geto Suguru is Muggleborn. 

If the Death Eaters truly seek to coerce Satoru to fight for the Dark Lord, you know they’ll resort to twisted and vile methods to force his hand. It seems they’ve already pushed him once, a sentiment you can discern from the grimace on his lips. To alter Satoru’s moral compass, would take an immense act of change - one that could crush his heart in the process. 

With the tension in both men’s muscles, you understand their worry. The Death Eaters will stop at nothing once they are assigned a task. If they seek Satoru’s alliance, you know Suguru’s safety is at risk. They would have no qualms with killing a Muggleborn, especially if they stood between them and one of the most powerful sorcerers Hogwarts has ever seen. 

Despite Suguru’s own immense magical prowess, the Dark Lord is firm in his hatred for impure magical blood. The notion makes you sick to the stomach, nausea returning as the acid presses into your throat. You wiggle in discomfort, wanting to turn to look back at Suguru. 

After a moment of silence, you are able to detect no sign of the two Death Eaters. No voices have slipped from the converging hallway in a matter of minutes, so Satoru leans back for a moment. He gives Suguru a meaningful look and brushes their fingers together before he moves to check. 

As soon as Satoru moves, you’re turning in Suguru’s grip. His hands loosen in their grasp of your waist, allowing your change in position. Dark eyes dropping to look into your own, you’re overcome with a worried, protective urge that you’ve seldom felt before. It swells in your chest and seizes your heart tight, and it must reflect in your face because Suguru’s expression softens. A sweet smile barely lifts the corners of his lips and you feel your body melt when you realize how close you are to his face. 

“I’ll be alright, Pretty Girl,” he murmurs sweetly, hand lifting to gently grasp the back of your neck as Satoru had. He uses it to pull you into his chest, wrapping his other arm around you tighter. Now embraced in a hug, you melt into the strength of his muscles and the warmth of his chest. He softly hums as you sigh deeply into him, gently swaying as you clutch his robes in your hands. 

“’Toru would never let anything happen to me - or you, for that matter.” When the words fall from his lips, you feel heat return to the tips of your ears. Unable to fight the urge, you bury your face a little deeper into his robes and breath a deep sigh. Allowing his scent to fill your senses, you relax into him as you wait for Satoru to return. 

Your mind races through endless possibilities in the silent moments that follow, something that Suguru seems to understand as his hands continue to rub gently at your back. He still softly sways on his feet, moving the two of you in a soft motion that feels as though you’re dancing. 

“They’re gone.” 

Satoru’s words interrupt your embrace, and you dread having to pull away from Suguru. Nevertheless, you painfully slip from his arms to face the white-haired wizard with a nervous look. This will not be the last time you see these two Death Eaters, that you can tell with certainty. 

“Are you alright?” The question slips from your lips without thinking. Concern for both wizards’ well-being pressing forcefully at your mind, you’re unable to stop the inquisition from bursting forth. 

A chuckle shakes Gojo’s chest and he shakes his head with subdued mirth. Nodding his head, he feels the sweet grip of affection return to his stomach. 

“Yeah, M’just fine,” the cheerful lilt returns to his voice. “You don’t have to worry ‘bout me, Angel.” 

Your eyes soften into a look of subtle sadness, not believing him for a moment. Satoru is very good at hiding his true feelings, choosing instead to put forth a joyful facade so that others can’t see the grief that picks away at his insides. Stepping forward, you return to his side with a smile picking up the corners of your mouth. 

“Y’don’t have to lie to me, Satoru,” you murmur, hand hesitating as it lifts to rub against his own. Despite your earlier affection, you still falter in initiating contact. Gojo doesn’t mind the pause, shifting forward to take your hand into his. He has no problem being the first to reach out. With a heavy sigh, Gojo feels his chest shudder with an achy motion of worry. 

“We’ll be okay,” he mumbles, other hand reaching out for Suguru, who leans into the offer. Suguru returns to his place at your back, pressing you into Satoru’s chest without another beat of hesitation. The heat between them is burning, but in the cold of the winter air, you don’t mind. 

The cheerful facade seems to fall from Satoru’s expression like dead weight. He drops his shoulders and allows himself to bury his face in your neck. 

“Fighting Death Eaters is a nasty business,” Gojo continues, words sad as they fall from his lips. “But m’gonna keep you two safe, okay? You’re special to me.”

The confirmation causes a ripple of emotions to shiver down your spine. Affection squeezes at your stomach and you can’t seem to form any words to respond to Satoru. Pulse beating quickly with anticipation you hum into his chest. 

“Why?” It’s the only reply you’re able to manage, too swept up in the cacophony of feelings that swarm your body. Suguru presses you closer again, letting his forehead drop to Satoru’s shoulder, having pushed you so close he's able to embrace his lover with you between them. 

A chuckle rumbles through Suguru’s chest with a sweet sound. You feel the motion at your back, closing your eyes to feel his joy despite the tension still lingering in the corridor. 

“You’re some wizard,” he mirthfully replies, a smile tugging at his lips as he whispers the words in Satoru’s robes. 

A questioning sound falls from your lips when you are unable to discern his meaning. The words confuse you, and you can’t pick out how his response answers your inquiry. Feeling your stomach swirl with a whirlwind of emotions, you feel the lump return to your throat. It’s no longer an anxious feeling - but one of sweet sadness. It feels as though you may cry as the cacophony of emotions press into you. Their tender care strikes a chord of longing buried so deep that the simplest of revelations has happy tears welling in your eyes. 

Satoru finished his lover’s thoughts, picking up where the long-haired wizard left off. 

“You’ve bewitched us,” he murmurs, voice dripping with sweet honey as he leans close, “body and soul, without even uttering a single spell.” 

Your heart seizes in your chest. Pulse skipping, you can’t utter a single sound. 

Geto senses his stomach twist with the same sentimental feeling that arose in his gut when he first fell for Satoru. Leaning closer, his chest swells as he reimagines every moment that has led him thus far: to an embrace of his lover and the final piece of their puzzle. 

He sees himself meeting Satoru for the first time; their little eyes meeting from across the castle grounds. He watches their youth pass as they grow closer, turning from friends to lovers. Suguru sinks into the feelings that swell in his chest when he remembers all the moments he’s had with Satoru. 

A light in his heart has been lit. It sings with a vibrant fire, the bond between the three of you swelling with heat and tender affection. Burning so brightly he can feel it in every inch of his body, it lights his veins with a warmth that extends to the two of you. Geto feels anticipation filter its way through him, excited for the new moments that will fill his head: ones with you and Satoru - the two sorcerers who have captured every beating inch of his aching heart.  

“M’afraid there’s nothing that could turn us away now,” He whispers, hearing his heartbeat in his ears. 

A giggle huffs from your front, Satoru’s chest shaking with the sound. “You’re stuck with us, it seems,” he laughs. 

Heat sings in your body, the burn of tears at the back of your eyes finally giving way to trails of wet salt dripping from your cheeks. They fall into Satoru’s robes, but he doesn’t seem to care, simply pulling the two of you further into him with a happy squeeze. 

“How unfortunate,” you mumble into his chest with a mirthful, sarcastic playfulness, voice milky with the weight of your happy tears. Chest shaking with an insurmountable swell of emotions, you allow a little laugh to filter from your lips when both Satoru and Suguru answer with giggles of their own. 

In the darkness of the corridor, a bond pulls tight, forming so strongly that it cannot be broken by the most cruel of dark wizards. The Prince of Slytherin and the Heartthrob of Hufflepuff cling tightly to you, not even air allowed to slip between the spaces of your bodies. It seems you’re stuck with them - how unfortunate for you, indeed. 

bonus:

reader, walking into the room: hello :D

geto, who is talking to gojo: hello pretty, you look nice today 

reader: how do you know? you weren’t even looking at me?

geto: no, but ‘toru is blushing, so it’s a safe guess

gojo, cheeks red: ... 

gojo: I am not!

 a/n: this is just the first part of this one shot!! I’ll have the final piece out by the end of this week :D It’s a little easier to post long fics in two pieces since this site can sometimes get slow with such long posts,,, anyway I hope y’all enjoyed this so far :3 let me know if you want to be tagged when part two comes out <3 

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[chosoguapo]

LOVE ME BACK bestfriend!geto x black fem reader (she/her) ⤷ content warning: 1.0k+ wc, fem reader (she/her), mentions of cheating, sex, fluff, oral (fem receiving), jealous+possessive+toxic!geto?, usage of princess, implied overstimulation + pubic hair. next part — ao3 — wattpad

BESTFRIEND!GETO who listens to all of your little rants over call. no matter the subject he’ll add to the conversation to let you know that, he’s your person. whatever you need he’ll be there to be provide.

BESTFRIEND!GETO who doesn’t get jealous when he sees you and your boyfriend all cuddle up together. in his mind your boyfriend is a non-factor. geto truly knows that you are his and that he is yours.

BESTFRIEND!GETO that keeps a polaroid of you in his wallet. not just one, he keeps many in his wallet. so that after a long day of work he can go to the comfort of his bed and lay on his back. open his wallet right above his face to see each photo fall down majestically around his body. geto can recall each memory from when he took the photos.

imagine BESTFRIEND!GETO that loves to fuck you in the kitchen before your boyfriend wakes up. he’s the type to not care if you both get caught because it’s what makes the sex even more exciting. the late-night hook ups give him a major ego boost. no matter if your current boyfriend is his best friend, geto wants to show you who can satisfy you better.

"geto" you lightly moan out in between kisses. geto pauses the passionate make out session, cupping your face with his thumb rubbing on your bottom lip. his eyes dart from your lips to your beautiful eyes. "shhhh you don't want pretty boy to wake up now, do you princess?"

you slowly shake your head side to side to answering no, while never breaking eye contact. geto pulls you back in for a quick peck on your lips. "good girl" he says as his lips leaves yours.

he takes a step back and gets a good look at look at you before thinking to himself. his mind wandered to the thought of his bestfriend. geto loved his best friend like he was his own brother. but deep down in his heart geto also knew that he was the one who was meant to be with you. although what you two were doing was not exactly good, it felt right at the same time. which is why geto could not stop himself and neither could you.

geto anxiously grabs you and wastes no time with you. his big muscular arms wrapped around you, holding you a few inches above the table. he desperately locks lips with you, both your of tongues clashing with each other. "i need you so badly baby" he mumbles as his lips move to your neck. with each area that he sucked on you knew there was gonna be a bruise left behind. that you would need to cover up with makeup before your boyfriend noticed.

geto silently apologizes but you don't hear it because of the amount of pleasure you are feeling. amidst this he starts rubbing his fingers along your thighs, slowly situating himself between them. getos hands make their way to in between your thighs to your panties. he starts to playfully twist the bands of your panties between his fingers. the shear lacy fabric felt soft as he got a good feel of the damp spot on your panties. harshly pulling on the thin bands, geto tore your panties in half.

his right hand rose to cup your right boob, having his thumb swirl around on the fabric above your nipple. "just lay back and relax baby" he whispers as he slowly pushes you to lay on your back against the cold marble table. he rolls your nightgown to the mid section of your stomach. geto gently pulls you closer to the edge of the table which makes you giggle to yourself in anticipation.

getos nose brushes up against your clit, inhaling the scent that has always sent him into a trance. he slowly began to lap up and down on you clit, his tongue sucking your sensitive bud. his slippery wet saliva

coating your folds, getos tastebuds picking up your slick. dragging his tongue down to your clenched hole.  feeling impatient to feel more, getos thumb rubbed on your bud in a figure eight form. subconsciously you were moving your hips with the movement of his fingers inside you.

pleasure only matter to him when it came to you. of course he could feel his cock aching to be released in his pants but it was a feeling he could ignore to make you feel good. flattening and flipping his tongue

to continue sucking on your puffy bud. geto looked up to see what a mess you had become just from his tongue. with his face between your thighs he feel the heat coming from the friction of the contact made from you two.

“i’m close” your cries rang through his ears, only encouraging him even more. one more swirl of his fingers before your thighs starts to clench around his head. moaning and groaning as your became undone from your orgasm, geto continued to fuck you though your orgasm.

he slowly dragged his fingers out of your cunt while your insides were claiming around his fingers. a glistening substance coated his finger slipping down to the bottom part of getos hand. he chuckled to himself before sucking all of your juices off his fingers. “taste good” geto said aloud, which made you shyly smile.

geto positioned himself over your body. he wanted to get a good look at your face. to see how plump your lips had become and how your chest moved up and down. “you look beautiful” he caresses your face, with bud thumb rubbing circles on your cheek. leaving one last kiss before going back down to your cunt. “gotta clean up this mess before pretty boy wakes up” he says while tightly gripping your thighs to spread them even further. geto drank up the rest of your juices making sure not leave any evidence behind for what happened tonight.

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[getowifeeee]

@xo-romiiarts

“Is your gun pink”

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[kitashousewife]

sunset watching

part of my summer holiday event! there is something so dreamy about just watching the sunset with geto and i just love him he needs some peace and quiet😚

pairings: geto x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, pet names, lowercase intentional, that's all!

you felt as if you had been driving for hours, even though it had only been a few minutes. windows down, music blasting, geto's hair blowing around in the wind. allowing you to pick the music, geto almost felt at ease. he finally felt like he could breathe easy.

after dinner earlier, geto asked if you would want to watch the sunset with him. of course, you agreed. you can tell how worn out he has been lately. his carefree personality has slowly diminished, the twinkle of mischievousness in his eyes that you loved so much had dimmed. all you wanted was to make things a little easier for him.

grabbing some blankets, a couple drinks from the fridge, and some bug spray, you started to load everything up in the car. the lingering summer heat almost guaranteed you didn't need to put any extra layers on.

"do you need anything else, or should i lock the door?" geto says over his shoulder, hair tie between his teeth as he begins to shut the door.

"we should be okay, don't you think? i have blankets, some bug spray, a couple drinks," looking over the contents in the back seat, you gave geto the go ahead to shut the door.

"so where should we go? our usual spots? there's a nice place in the park that-"

"actually, is it okay if we go somewhere else? satoru told me of a great spot and he sent me the pin," geto mumbles as he tries to find said pin through all of his messages. smiling, you nod back.

"that sounds wonderful."

now, you find yourself on some random backroads, geto's old SUV doing a great job climbing higher and higher through the hills. you don't recognize the area at all, but from the looks of it, you're sure the sunset spot is going to be perfect.

"it says we are almost there, but wow, isn't it just gorgeous up here?" geto shouts over the wind whipping through the windows. geto doesn't get a response from you, so he looks over. he's about to repeat himself when he finds you, head out the window, smiling as you take in the scenery. he smiles.

slowing down, geto follows the gps to the exact spot of the pin. putting the car in park, geto looks a little confused. checking the messages again, he realized that gojo sent more.

once you get there, just go through those trees and you’ll be right at the spot. you’ll know it when you see it😁

trusting his friends advice, the two of you hop out of the car. grabbing your belongings, geto takes your hand and leads you towards the trees.

“sugu, are we sure satoru’s directions are right? i don’t know how well we can see things through these tree- oh my god,” cutting yourself off, you take in your surroundings. geto chuckles at you.

this was it alright. rolling fields of green, patches of wildflowers, and an amazing valley in the distance that almost frames the setting of the sun. it was picturesque.

“this is…” you were stunned. this was something out of a children’s book. it almost didn’t feel real. following behind geto as he finds the best spot, you reach out and brush your fingers through some of the grass. geto lays out your blankets and guides you to sit on top of them. while you observe more of the area, you don’t notice geto off to your right.

geto moves, flower to flower, trying to decide which one is more like you. a blue one? maybe purple? or maybe the soft pink? not wanting to disturb any of the nature, geto notices a flower that had fallen right next to his foot. picking up the stem, he rolls it between his fingers. the soft yellow of the petals swirl together, almost mesmerizing him. geto decides that this one is for you.

“isn’t this something? we’re going to have to thank satoru for this,” geto sits next to you on the blanket, stretching his legs out. patting in between them, you move yourself to rest between his thighs. “i almost forgot. face me sweets, i have something for you,” as you turn, you see geto holding a flower in front of his nose, smiling at you.

he gently brushes his hand across your face and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. placing the stem in to rest between your ear and your hair, geto smirks at his work.

“there we go. it looks beautiful on you. my pretty girl,” geto kisses the tip of your nose, then pulls you back against his chest. sighing in content, geto looks towards the sunset.

your heart is leaping in your chest. sure, geto has done many amazing things for you; taking you to the finest restaurants, showing you the most magnificent art, treating you to the best gifts. but right now, laying against him as the sun paints the two of you in a golden glow, you feel almost celestial.

if heaven is real, it is a place with geto.

geto places a kiss to the top of your head. with each second that passes, he feels as if he is being healed. every worry, stressor, and problem he has had lately melts away in the comforting light that the last rays of sun provide. he feels lighter. he feels content.

no words are said between the two of you, but you feel everything.

protected. cherished. needed. adored.

“i am in love with you, you know that?” geto says softly, almost as if his voice would disturb the beauty around you. turning your head to face him, you grin.

“i love you more, sugu.”

geto has never looked better than this moment right here. his hair cascades down his back, a couple strands rest on his face. his eyes are bright, his spirits lifted.

if heaven is real, it is a place with geto.

facing towards the sunset once more, you pull the blanket over your legs and wrap your hands around geto’s arm that rests across your sternum.

the sky changes from blue to a vibrant orange, traces of pink scattered through the remaining clouds. the sun’s descent providing one of the most beautiful displays of color you’ve ever seen.

as the minutes pass, geto feels your breath steadying as he holds you close. he runs his fingers through your hair, playing with the ends as he looks around. he has never felt so at peace. his thoughts are blank. the only things in his mind are snapshots of you tonight. the adoration on your face, your wonder and beauty, the love you have for him almost tangible. geto smiles to himself, kissing you on the head once more. taking in the last seconds of the sunset, geto feels more alive than ever before.

if heaven is real, it is a place with the two of you together.

#geto x you #geto x reader #geto x fem reader #geto fluff #geto suguru #suguru geto #geto x reader fluff #jjk fluff #geto scenario #geto suguru x reader

[sugarysuguruu]

The room was filled with tiny hiccups and groans coming from you as Geto held you still in his arms, ‘you really shouldn’t have drunk that much Y/N’ he lectured like an annoying old dad. ‘They *hic* told me to..’ you stuttered while clinging onto the dark haired mans chest that was still holding you in bridal style. Geto let out an frustrated but relieved sigh and began walking into your shared bedroom, the footsteps of his black leather shoes followed swiftly. ‘Let’s just get you changed okay?’ He spoke once again and watched you give a tired nod instead of a response. Geto dropped you from his arms and onto the edge of your dark-sheeted king sized bed and began unzipping your dress, the color matched so perfectly with the sheets that he felt a little something in his pants. With your eyes barely open, you felt your dress fall down reaching your ankles and waited for Geto to put your shirt on, instead he dosent move. Taking the time to appreciate how gorgeously stunning you look in your white see-through lingerie, your cheeks all plump and rosy from the alcohol with the light of the lamp shining onto your bare skin. Breaking the silence, you opened one eye.

‘Geto?’

‘Yeah sorry, got distracted for a bit.’

#this is kinda bad bc I didn’t sleep all night #sleep apnea sucks sometimes #geto x reader fluff #geto x reader #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru x reader fluff #geto suguru #geto suguru fluff #geto x fem reader #geto drabble #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk x reader fluff #geto x y/n #fuckk I’m so horrible at writing today #joline talks!!٩(˃̶͈̀௰˂̶͈́)و

[gojoux]

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐀𝐘 “𝐋𝐄𝐓'𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓” 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐌

Gojo. Geto. Sukuna. Nanami. Choso. Toji. Megumi. Itadori. Yuta.

◈ — 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

“Say no more.” He'd grab your face in an instant and press his lips against yours. He would immediately get touchy all over your body, and for not even a few seconds, he's already slipping his tongue in, savoring your taste with hunger. He'd pull away for a moment before devouring your lips with his own, your mouth would be invaded by his tongue once more before pressing you against the nearby wall.

◈ — 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎

“You want to make out? Alright, love. Let's go somewhere private, we can make out there as much as you want.” He'd place his hands on your wrist and lead you toward the bedroom. His lips would immediately find yours, soft but deep kisses at first before it gets heated. He doesn't mind if you want to be on the top or him on the top. Rest assured, he's not giving your lips a break either way. “Now I know what you need to do to convince me.”

◈ — 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

His body would shiver with excitement as he looks down at you with a hungry look. “Come here,” he reaches for you and grabs your body, “You want to make out, do you now? My, my, are you in the mood for me.” He tilts your head with his finger and starts trailing kisses on your neck, nibbling your skin with his teeth, licking and sucking, and doing whatever he wants until he makes sure it leaves a lot of his marks. His mind is filled with dirty thoughts, “I hope you know what you're getting yourself into.”

◈ — 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

“Right here? Right now?” Nanami's eyebrows would elevate at this request. “I should have expected it from you.” He sighs and loosens his tie before leaning back on his chair saying, “I can spare some time for you, love,” as he pats his lap, gesturing you to sit with him. “Let's make it a good one.” He'll place a hand on your cheek and the other on your waist as he kisses you slowly, with no rush, he likes to take his time savoring your lips.

◈ — 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎

He would look at you confused, “What's that?” He had no clue what making out is and he's not familiar with the term. Once you explain it to him, he'll nod and hold your waist, initiating the kiss first. “Like this?” He'll kiss you more. “I think I can get used to this.” His kisses slowly become deeper, letting out a few hums of satisfaction here and then. His touches would become bolder as well once you give him the cue. He's never done something like this but he seems to enjoy it with you.

◈ — 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

He'd raise a brow after hearing your request out of nowhere. “So you want to make out, huh? Are you feeling needy?” He'll tease you for it. “Now come here, I'll show you just how good I can be with my lips," he'd speak to you in a seductive tone while looking at you with a sly smile on his face. He'll kiss you all over your face until it's damp from both of your wet lips after the kiss while his hands eagerly caressing and groping your body. He won't stop even until you're breathless.

◈ — 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈

He'd turn a bit red at your sudden question. He is a little surprised with your forwardness but he's not against it. “What did you say? Do you want to make out with me?” He doesn't mind if you kiss him. In fact, he'd like it if you did because he's been wanting to do that with you for some time already. Megumi starts off shy with a few pecks, focusing on your lips and what gesture you like. It's surprisingly hard for him to stop kissing you once he's warmed up.

◈ — 𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈

“Eh? With me?” He points at himself. You'd smack his arm which makes him let out a short playful laugh, “Okay, okay, let's do it.” He'd kiss you eagerly, he really wanted to experience kissing someone ever since he was single, and now that got the chance to make out with you is more than a dream come true. He'll circle an arm over your shoulder and the other around your waist, pressing your body closer to him as he focuses on kissing you.

◈ — 𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀

His face would turn red and his cheeks would be flushed. He'd look at you with surprised eyes and then he'd nod slowly. “O-of course, let's make out.” He'd say your name in such a soft way, the most romantic tone he's ever spoken to you with. After a few seconds of looking deeply into your eyes, he would lean closer and test the water with a few soft pecks before the kiss got deeper. He doesn't really know where to place his hand so he just holds your waist as he pulls you closer.

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[getowifeeee]

Anyone know the story where geto is a Knight and the reader is his slave or helper and they end falling madly in love with each other

#geto x reader #geto x fem reader #geto x yn #jujustsu kaisen x reader #geto smut #jjk geto

[suguruplsr]

NEED THAT DICKOLOGY!

— fucking your mentor?

geto suguru x fem! virgin reader , v random + pure filthy smut , oral (f) , protected sex ! , overstimulation , folding position , bar restroom scene > car scene , face riding , fingering , hair pulling , choking + spitting n mouth , not proofread + rushed so lmk what i missed ! 🪐

⸝⸝ psychology.. the study of the mind. a beautiful study you’ve always found yourself interested in, along with the long hour videos of interrogations of criminals. so having a mentor for the job you’re aiming for as a criminal psychologist, is very helpful.

like when he takes you out to dinners with large politicians to study their behaviors. not everyone’s a good person, he reminds you.

not everyone’s a good person, when suguru’s looks fucking edible with his dress shirts and slacks, always leaving out a button undone and his beautiful hair draping around him like a water fall. when he looks like a trap you’d love to walk into.

you’d do anything to imprint the image of his stupidly handsome casual+formal look in your mind, the one you love to imagine him wearing when you’re thinking about him taking you on his office desk, so why not take him out for once?

who knew you’d get so lucky..

“we’re still in public,” suguru huffs with a smile, clearly teasing you with that glimmer in his eyes. ignorant, you continue to kiss against his lips, eager and hungry to the male pressed against your body in the shammy bar restroom. “please.” you beg, nearly whining and mewling for suguru with your drawled voice.

you lick at the lingering liquor transmitted from his lips. his hands gripping your waist. his cologne filling your nostrils. his stupid smile. why did your stupid mentor have this— even more stupid, affect on you?

“please what?” “i don’t know suguru,” you impatiently bite back, frowning at his deep seductive chuckle. the kind that pulls victims like you into his aura. into a man who’ll put you into a trance. which it does, “i just need you, please, touch me suguru..”

suguru lets out a deep sigh at your words, eyes speaking louder than his unspoken words. but you can feel his growing erection against your thigh, and you’d gladly point it out if he wasn’t looking at you like he needs you just as much as you need him.

poor girl, he thinks. one of his hands on your waist trail up. his right one, going up to your throat and giving it a comfortable squeeze. he holds you like you’re nothing, and it makes you want him even more, stomach turning with need as he tilts your head back.

soon he’s attacking your exposed neck— and you’d think he’s a vampire with a how the noises of his lips on your neck fill up the claustrophobic atmosphere. his kisses form a line directly up the middle of your neck, leaving you sensitive once they drop down to your cleavage. and suguru almost has half the mind to pull off your clothing with his teeth, choosing to suckle at the peeking skin of your breast that the sleeveless didn’t hide. “touch you hm? how much? just something like this or..” suguru’s laugh is hidden in your skin once his fingers slipped between the slit of your dress, feeling the damp spot on your panties.

the yellow blinking lights above you do no better to help your failing and swirling head. a mixture of alcohol and lust overtaking your senses— and suguru geto himself. one of his large fingers find your clit way too quick, but it’s as expected of a man who exhibits a sleek ambience of sexiness. he presses the bud through the ruined fabric, “or you want your pussy stuffed full of me. you probably haven’t been fucked good for a while— no offense there..” suguru rubs the area in tight circles, catching how your breath hitches, hands immediately latching to his button up shirt. he doesn’t care for the wrinkles, or how he can feel your nails slowly dig into the shirt, probably forming crescents into the skin underneath.

you’re just too cute.

“i’ve always admired how determined you are, such a smart girl huh? so focused on studies you don’t even have time to touch yourself. but it’s okay baby, you got me now.” you almost feel undermined, despite his words. the way he ignores your pathetic whines and whimpers with each second of his exploration around your cunt..it’s all too condescending.

“i’ll fill that cunt of yours with my fingers first, shit— you can probably only take one.” suguru’s observation is made when the pad of a finger doesn’t slip into your hole easily. your panties were forced to the side already and your cunt wet against his palm. the man kneels, sacrificing his expensive slacks to meet your darling pussy face to face. the psychologist pushes your dress up, to which you get the memo, holding the blue dress and bunching it up to your waist.

suguru holds your panties to the side again, squishing it with a single hand and his thumb kneading the skin of one of your thighs. “s’ fucking beautiful down here..” he whispers, speaking to the mess in front of him.

if only you knew how his mouth watered, drool almost coming up and his muscles fighting with each fiber of his body. he just wants to attach his mouth onto your pussy, let all of your juices and wetness fall into his mouth rather then let it uncomfortably mesh together between your thighs.

let him relieve it.

but, ever the man, suguru stays true to his words, licking his lips unconsciously and bringing a hand up to your folds. yet, unlike his usual patience and prudence, he’s quickly forcing one of his fingers into your cunt. your body jerks, “o-oh. wait! please! oh fuck..” you blabber off into a tandem, curses leaving you while his finger works its way into your virgin cunt. an abnormal feeling.

“already falling apart baby. not even moving it, c’mon, just a bit longer. we don’t want you to get dumbed out at some bar, right baby? not being in the right state of mind is dangerous..” caution is nonexistent in his tone, more-so mocking as he moves closer and lifts your left leg onto his shoulder. you know what he’s implying, his words are promises to how he’s going to break you and leave your mind a mess.

is it really sickening how you clench around his finger just from the thought? you already have him here between your legs and yet, he still keeps you on your toes with each damning word that leaves his mouth.

“let’s loosen you up a bit, or maybe you want some extra work with my tongue?” suguru tsks, unapologetically moving his finger inside you, thrusting it slowly before pulling it out completely to add another, “maybe let me spit on your sloppy pussy and treat it like a whore?” you mewl as he gives your clit a pitiful hit of his palm, then massaging it between his fingers, rolling the bud before slipping two fingers in with ease.

it’s all too much.

“i.. i don’t care, jus’ wanna cum— as long as it’s from you sugu..” you whined, looking down at him with tears filling your eyes, giving little sniffles from how his fingers nudge where you need him most, you just want to grab at him, pull at his hair as he fucks your pussy with his fingers.

suguru hisses, leaving your pussy with a kiss on your clit, “we’re getting the fuck outta here baby, not gonna fuck you here.” and as annoyed as you want to be for having to wait, you follow his words reluctantly, quickly making yourself as presentable as you possible could before he’s dragging you away.

you found yourself in multiple positions in the more comfortable sleek pink BMW— regardless of the limited space in the black interior. you continue your heated session in the stuffy backseat, ridding yourself of that bunchy dress and trying your best to get rid of his clothes before you were put in the position you’re in now.

“ride me baby, keep this pussy on my face, and don’t you dare fuckin’ hover.” suguru’s demand makes you bite your lip, crawling over on top of him and briefly resting on his now bare chest to admire him. his usual put together look was ruined by you. the best you could. perhaps the ideals he had promised to you, reflected onto him. his upper body is covered in stains of your gloss, mixed with your brown lip liner. and the cresent’s of your nails and purple hickies are only more decorative additions that stained his skin in the hours of the night.

suguru’s long hair is sprawled underneath him, undone once you had mentioned wanting to use it as leverage. and who is he to complain about your wishes?

“do you really wanna do this? you don’t have to..” your energy now is a stark contrast from before, unsettling hesitation within you as his arms wrap around your thighs, tugging you forward. a slick of your essence drags along his chest, a guttural sound escaping suguru from the warmth of it on him. “do i need to restate your words my love? i’d be happy to brag all about how you claimed to need me. especially when i can tell right now..” suguru scoffs, and you’re quickly lifted onto his face without warning, his mouth widened and is forcefully attached to your cunt.

the way he eat dines on your pussy is like a man starved. from the tight grip of his hands to the way his cock strains so uncomfortably in his pants. his tongue moves like a snake, flexing and gathering every single drop of you on it, then flicking into his mouth with a groan. suguru savored your taste each and every time, slowly rocking you onto his mouth until you were completely riding him with little cries and moans of your own, tugging his long soft strands.

your hands would fly to the handle of the back seat door, holding the black leather as you came or squirted. after so long, you never knew which it was— but you knew the man underneath you would eat it all up in mere seconds, his thirst for you never ending.

after so long, suguru had layed you back, his hands ghosting over the skin of your stomach with your legs sprawled around him. it wasn’t his ideal choice of scenery for the taking of your virginity, knowing it’s something so cherished. and of course, he’d want your first time, and your first time with him, to be more special than fucking you into the rough fabric of your back seats.

his girl is just so fucking needy.

“hah! ha— sug! um.. fuck you feel soo good!!” you nearly scream, voice breaking and your eyes rolled back.

suguru’s cock is stuffed inside your pussy, the only thing keeping him from your gummy walls was a condom around his dick. yet he hits all the right spots without hindrance, the thick member filling and molding you with each of his pounding thrusts. “yeahhh bet i do— clenchin’ around me baby, shit..” the long haired male groans, his arms are around your thighs— his favorite place obviously, not sure to keep you spread or to push your thighs up and fold you dumb.

rather, enjoy the creamy sight of your pussy around him, or fuck you how he wants to?

he chooses the latter, folding you easily and greeting you with a sloppy kiss that swallows down your moans. his thrusts are more methodical, but they have so much force, nudging your sweetest spot and leading you to cloud nine. his balls, slap against you ass loudly with each one thrust, stringed wet with your previous cum. suguru loves to feel it, the absolute mess between you.

“cum. go ahead princess, give it to me, don’t want you to hold back— not at all.” suguru encourages, pausing your wet and spit inducing make out session with a more firmer kiss on your lips. you whine, holding onto the broad escape of his shoulders, adding more scratches down to his back and clawing with each second you’re brought closer to your orgasm. “o-okay sugu.. g’nna cum..” you can barely speak, voice raspy and only getting worse with a thick hand wrapped around your neck. he really wants you gone, to let your consciousness float away and fuck you till you’re incoherent of even breathing.

at least that’s what it feels like once your eyes are rolling back, body stuttering as he fucks you through the impending feeling while a nasty glob of spit is forced down your throat which cause you to release around him suddenly. it’s too good, unable to feel anything, but feeling everything, at the same time.

youre awaken with his hot load shot out onto your stomach, tossing the soiled condom somewhere and jerking himself off to the sight of your cock-drunk state. through your blurry eyes, you see how his muscles contract and react, his head tilting back and his cock eventually giving all that’s left in little spurts. suguru’s mumbling to himself, probably things he’d say to you if he had came in your ex-virgin pussy.

“baby.. fuck.. you with me or dumbed out? seems i kept my promise, hm?” not trusting your voice, you nod obediently, closing your eyes in content as he sighs. “shit, lets get you cleaned up, then i’ll drive.” suguru grimaces, pulling you up to sit back, smiling from your whine of dissatisfaction. “m’tired sugu”

“me too sweetheart, me too,” suguru hushes, leaning into a soft kiss that only makes you want to fall asleep, sighing against his lips, “ you did so good princess, let me take care of you..”

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[smut-slut69]

“Come on princess, tell me what you want” he spoke, his velvety voice making you clench around his still fingers.

You managed to let out a desperate moan, hips trying to buck down onto his thick digits.

You yelped at the slap he gave straight to your clit, “Uh, uh, good girls listen right” he mused, letting his hand soothe over your clit in smooth circles as an apology for the slap.

“Mhmm”you hum, a choked sob leaving your lips as his slow circles sent harsh sparks of pleasure through your sensitive limbs.

The hand around your neck tightened when he heard your response , “you know better,” he scolded. “Use your damn words”

“M’sorry” you spoke, tears slipping down your cheek when he slapped your pussy again. “You love pissing me off, is that how you apologize to me?”

“I'm sorry daddy, I'll listen like a good girl, I promise”you whimpered.

Your words made him grin and his circles on your clit fastened. “There we go baby, now do what I ask and tell me what you want from me”

The words were on the tip of your tongue, the plea for his big fat cock threatening to spill out of you just like your juices were spilling out onto your boyfriend's pants. At your silence he landed a set of repeated slaps on your crying cunt while his other hand kept it’s tight grip on your neck .You didn’t mean to cum, you swore you didn’t. But you couldn’t help the way you squirted, legs quaking and eyes rolling back in your head when the pleasure grew to be too much.

Your boyfriend frowned as he watched you pathetically cum all over him.“Now you’re cumming without permission” he rolled his eyes.

“What the hell am I gonna do with you”

-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-

Eren,Geto,Toji,Gojo,Uzui,Chishiya,Obanai,Miguel

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[wysteria-bloom]

▨ " you give in so easy "

JJK characters react to you taking their hand off your thigh

Genre : mostly sfw, suggestive

Warnings : Sukuna :)

A/n : OBSESSED with jjk atm. Yuji is fucking KILLING it as a main character I'm so in love. Requests are 100% open, ESPECIALLY for jjk.

Characters : gojo, nanami, sukuna, geto

⟢ gojo satoru ␥

Would literally be SO POUTY afterwards. Because what the hell did he do? Would try it again and again and again until you eventually give up because he's petty like that and when you do he gives you the most cheesiest annoying obnoxious little shit grin and raises his brows at you as if to say," I win." Pulls you in for a cuddle after that because he thinks you're adorable when you give in to him, cooing a," you give in so easy, hon~" right into your ear.

⟢ nanami kento ␥

WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO HIM?? Would think he did something to annoy you today that he wasn't aware of. The second you do it bro literally does a full turn towards you and is like," how about you talk instead of insulting me like this." You'll need to tell him it's a prank quick or else he might actually fall out with you for the rest of the night. An apology is definitely in order as well. Nanami deserves the fucking world, after all. You kiss across his face until he tells you to stop, which he never usually does. He just sort of basks in your affection any chance he gets with that serene little smile on his face.

⟢ ryomen sukuna ␥

Oh lord... not a smart idea. On the first time you do it, he just glares at you silently before putting his hand back on your thigh because who the hell do you think you are preventing him from touching what's his? The second time you move his hand? His hand moves up your thigh and inwards, like he was warning you. Third time? Moves up again. Fourth time? You're gonna have to stop before his hand cups something else. When you stop he just grumbles," That's what I fuckin' thought." and keeps his hand there, thumb caressing your inner thigh teasingly until you decide to do something about it.

⟢ geto suguru ␥

Geto is usually a very reasonable man. He doesn't let his emotions get the better of him. But let's say he's had a pretty shitty day and you just happen to want to pull this prank on him at the worst possible moment, his resolve may just snap. The first time you do it, he frowns at you expectantly, waiting for you give him some sort of explanation. The second time you do it he was quick to grab the meat of your thigh again and have a tight grip on it, a sweet little smile on his face," You're testing me tonight aren't you, beautiful?" He cooed out lowly with those dark eyes of his glinting at you challengingly. Yeah, you don't try anything else after that... or maybe you do and you have to buy a new bed frame the next day.

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