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s0ftand0nly · 1 day
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I saw this and knew what I had to do
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yukkshisha1 · 2 months
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Showing there love each other
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emmyrosee · 5 months
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I have an image of this man, leave me alone I sWEAR TO GOD-
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Geto does this thing with his nose.
It’s something you noticed not too long ago, something he does when he’s lost in thought, deep in his memories and trying to sort out the pieces of puzzles in his head.
His nose, the perfect nose on that perfect face-
Scrunches up.
It wrinkles under the thoughts moving around his head, twitching side to side with with monotone “uhhhhh…” when you ask him spontaneous questions.
It writhes when he tries to choose his words carefully, usually when they’re ones of scolding, and it almost takes your focus from the topic at hand to how absolutely precious the sight is.
And yeah, it wrinkles under the force of laughter that he lets out, when he’s deep in joy and his smile is too big to contain, but that’s a corner of love that’s reserved for his hidden dimples. His crinkled little nose is far easier to activate.
Even right now, as you ask him what dinners he has planned the rest of the week, you’re barely able to keep track of anything he’s listing off because that pretty little nose scrunches between the days of the week.
“I guess I got the hamster wheel going?” You tease, chin resting dreamily on the palm of your hand. He cocks a brow, his lip twitching slightly in annoyance.
Along with his nose, of course.
“What did you call me?”
“I didn’t call you anything,” you snicker. “In your head. You’re deep in thought.”
“…. What?”
You roll your eyes, but the smile stays all the same, “nothing, babe. I just like your thinking face.”
“You should like all of my faces,” he says, wrinkling his nose as if wanting to say more, but fighting it back.
You smirk. Then, you lean up to gently grip his chin and kiss the tip of that wriggling nose.
“You’ve got no idea, Suguru.”
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thejessc0de · 3 months
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romantichomicide95 · 1 month
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i feel like geto is like hella charismatic. like he gives me cocky, smooth talker vibes. like man definitely had an infinite amount of rizz. am i wrong here? cause like that smile alone…
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dekheinjee · 8 months
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My heart aches omg so in the movie this break up scene was shown from Gojo's point of view which is why the overall atmosphere was very dark there. In today's episode this scene was shown how it actually took place; it was a sunny and bright day. But Gojo remembers it very gloomily. Also, in the episode we can the faces of the bystanders but in the movie we couldn't. This shows how for Gojo absolutely nothing mattered except Geto. He couldn't even comprehend anything else in that moment besides him.
Mappa did an incredible job showing this scene in two ways. It adds so much more depth to the characters and makes it even more sad.
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enverlame · 5 months
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that one airport scene in chapter 236 yap yap
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just-faith · 6 months
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Geto Suguru, your boyfriend who’s not a morning person. At all.
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Contains: fluff
To my fellow Geto girlies<3
Geto Suguru, your boyfriend who treats you so delicately as if he's afraid you would break in his hold. Every touch, every caress of his fingers is as light as a feather as his palms gently take a hold your face, his fingertips brushing over your soft skin and you lean into his touch. He watches with a soft smile on his lips before he leans down to press a few soft pecks on your eyelids, your nose and lips.
Geto Suguru, your boyfriend who loves it when you brush his hair. It's no secret that he takes great care of his hair and he doesn't like people fiddling with it so anyone who tries to touch it usually gets his hand slapped away. Except for you. There's something relaxing in the way you brush your fingers through his hair, gathering the strands in your palm before tying it up in his signature bun, and he leans into your hands as you delicately start braiding it. Occasionally he lays his head on your lap, encouraging you to play with his hair before slowly falling asleep.
Geto Suguru, your 6'3 boyfriend who watches with a smile on his lips whenever you wear his clothes. You fail to notice how his cheeks turn slightly red when you pull his hoodie over your head and nuzzle into the warmth it provides and the fact that it smells just like him. It makes him feel at ease, seeing you so comfortable in his clothes that are so much bigger than you are they almost swallow you whole. He remembers which of his shirts are your favorite, which hoodies you borrow most often and even buys matching clothes for the two of you to wear (they are the most embarrassing pieces of clothing you've ever seen and you both laugh about it but wear it anyway).
Geto Suguru, your caring boyfriend who stands in between your thighs while you sit on the bathroom countertop, his hair is held back with a (purple) headband and his tounge is sticking out a little as he applies your numerous face creams on your cheeks with precision. His large hands massage your skin so gently you let your eyelids close as you relax against him, only opening them again when his pointer finger taps your nose. He lets you put a face mask on him too, his hands coming to rest on your waist, his eyes full of adoration while you do as you please and pick the most suitable mask for his skin.
Geto Suguru, your clingy boyfriend who loves to wrap his hands around you. He hugs you from behind, he wraps his arm around your shoulder to pull you into his side, he presses his forehead against yours while bringing you closer to his chest. And he kisses your forehead, he whispers into your ear, his fingers trace patterns on your skin.
Geto Suguru, your boyfriend who's not a morning person. At all. He doesn't set an alarm for himself because he believes that (it's a cruel way to start the morning) he can get up on time by himself. And perhaps he could, if it wasn't for that extra 5 minutes he wants to hold you for. Or the other 5 more minutes when he's burying his face in the crook of your neck while his hands hold you just a little bit tighter. Or maybe it's the next 5 minutes he spends with pressing soft pecks all over your face. It's mostly him who wakes up first in the morning but on rare occasions when you manage to wake before him you get to see him sleeping peacefully, without a single care in the world, relaxed and soft and you get to wake him up by brushing your fingers gently through his hair.
Geto Suguru, your master chef boyfriend (for real this time). He knows how to cook and he sometimes surprises you with dinner or lunch but overall he still prefers to do it with you. He treasures the time you spend together in the kitchen, both of you preparing a different meal, occasionally leaning over to help with stirring something or tasting the mixed ingredients to figure out together what's the last piece missing until it's perfect.
Geto Suguru, your cuddly boyfriend who doesn't miss an opportunity to hold you in his arms or place you on his lap while you lean against his chest. He loves playing with your hair, twirling it around his finger as the two of you lay on the couch with you curled up between his legs, your head placed on his shoulder with his cheek pressing against the top of your head. He also has a habit of sneaking up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist while pressing a kiss on your forehead before placing his chin on your shoulder.
Geto Suguru, your music lover boyfriend. He doesn't have a set taste in music but prefers listening to a different variety of genres. He has multiple playlists, some of them dedicated for you based on the songs he knows you will like. He also made a list that consists of only the songs you recommended to him and listens to it whenever you're not around and he misses you.
Geto Suguru, your observant boyfriend who's always looking after you, even if you don't notice it. He places a hand over the edge of the table when you bend down to pick something up, making sure you won't bump your head into the hard surface. He knows that when you're nervous you always reach for your bracelet to distract yourself, so he wears a similar on his wrist to give you in case you forget yours. He memorized your McDonald's order because he knows you don't like trying out new foods. He knows your current mood from a glance, the way your nose scrunches and your eyes sparkle tells him everything he needs to know and he doesn't hesitate to reach a hand out to you and caress your cheeks to calm you down.
Geto Suguru, your sweet boyfriend who doesn't hesitate to protect you. He's usually seen with a soft expression on his face whenever he accompanies you but at the sight of your slight discomfort he wastes no time getting in between you and whatever it is that's causing you to feel uncomfortable. He is ready to stare down anyone and put them in their place (he wouldn't start a physical fight but he looks intimidating enough for people to assume he would).
Geto Suguru, your boyfriend who watches with a smile on his face as you curl into his side, resting your head on his chest while you keep mumbling about your day. Geto Suguru, your boyfriend who wishes to protect you from pain and keep you safe and happy as long as he can. Geto Suguru, your boyfriend who's not afraid to show you how much he adores you and how much you mean to him. Geto Suguru, your boyfriend who's ready to be there for you and support you through anything.
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happybirthdayanime · 2 months
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February 3rd
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nyctophilicroses · 4 months
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“Come on. Hook ‘em over.”
With a small whine, you dig your toe into the carpet of your bedroom, only for suguru to cock a brow and re-pat his thigh for you. “I said: hook. Them.”
Suguru’s got this sick obsession with your cunt, the folds and sensitivities it holds, the way it weeps with pleasure from his ministrations and the way the smallest touch on your swollen clitoris has your head thrown in ecstasy.
He said he wanted to show you. You didn’t believe him.
Not until he set up a chair in the middle of your room in front of the full length mirror and splayed his thighs on it like only he can, his cock strained against his dark sweatpants. He looks like sex, hair tied back and just a few pieces of too-short hair dropping in front of his face, the fabric of his tank top too tight and mapping him perfectly.
“I’m shy,” you confess, and he scoffs. “I’ve never… watched…”
“This is no different from when I do this on the bed,” he says, extending a hand out for you to take. When you do, he curls you to stand in front of him, and he buries his face into your stomach. “Do you trust me?”
More than anything else. “Yes.”
“Then let me take care of you,” he says. He kisses your ribs before pulling back and looking up at you. “Give me your pussy, baby. Come on. Don’t be shy.”
With a small whine from you, he cocks a brow, clearly showing that he’s losing patience. You know if you really didn’t want this, he’d never make you. But fuck, that dominance of his is sexy, and it’s making your knees weak from the feeling of it in the air.
With a shaky sigh, you spin around and let him close his legs, and when you sit on his lap, they slowly part open, spreading you deliciously wide, so wide you feel your juices cling together before splattering back against your gash.
“Suguru…” you whine. Your pussy sits wide open, quivering from the coolness of the air hitting it.
He shushes you easily; he lets his fingers gently rub over your sticky lips. You reel slightly against his touch, whining and arching your back pressed against his chest. He chuckles, “my baby likes being spread like this, doesn’t she?”
“Feels weird,” you choke. Weird is an understatement. His simple touch lights a spark deep inside of you, tingles between your legs and tightens a pressured coil between your hips. The webbing between his fingers glazes softly over your clitoris, and you groan needily, resting your head back against him to still your spinning head.
Suguru takes the liberty of burying his head in the junction of your neck, taking selfish inhales of your scent before using his pretty lips to suckle dark marks along your delicate throat.
His teeth sink into your neck as he slips two thick fingers past your swollen heat, your cry of pleasure ringing in the air and making him smirk.
“Like that?”
“Yes!”
You can’t even think once his fingers curl and prod the spongy, strawberry wall inside your cunt, thumb swiping your clitoris, and you pull away from all the sensation’s subconsciously with a quick lean of your torso, hunching and trapping his hand between you.
When your torso bends forward to hide your body from his bullying fingers, he immediately uses the hand around your delicate throat to force you back, keeping you flushed to him.
White crackles of pleasure dance in your vision as you fold and he delivers a rough curl of his fingers, pads of his fingers stroking your most sensitive spots to make you scream.
“She’s so fucking sensitive,” he says, his teeth sinking into your shoulder. “Ain’t she baby?”
"Sugu," you whine, and his fingers press tighter around your throat.
“You’re so fucking pretty. I want to ruin this pretty face. Pretty pussy.”
“Sugu!” You repeat, just as needy as before. You hear him chuckle and smirk against the flesh of your shoulder. There’s a heat brewing between your legs, a delicious agony that grows more demanding with every prod of his thick fingers stroking the sensitive bulbs only he knows how to find.
“Look for me,” he murmurs against your skin. For a moment, you are able to listen, keeping your eyes fixated on the massive paw that stays buried between your legs. But just for a moment, and your eyes screw shut once his fingers press firmer. “Please don’t make me repeat myself again.”
You feel your juices cling to his muscly hand, stick to your tender lips and make a violent squelch with each fuck of his hands.
You fear the consequences of making him repeat himself, and you open your eyes and let your head rest in the grip of his hand on your throat. The scene is pornographic, a hand burrowed between you with intent of making you scream in pleasure, cunt weeping from his ministrations and turning his hand shiny. Your legs tremble at the stretch of being draped over his thighs, and you were far too lost in your own filthy gluttony to realize the cock bulging from between your legs and fuck, the scene has you wailing in pleasure and tossing your head back against his shoulder, teetering the line of a soul wracking orgasm that’s been building for god knows how long you’ve been doing this.
“Gonna cum.”
“I don’t want you to.”
“No, no, please!” You whine, rutting your hips to chase his fingers. “Wanna cum… please let me cum, it feels too good.”
He snickers against you, “relax, babydoll. Let me take care of you. Have I ever led you astray before?”
You decide in the smallest bit of cognitive dissonance of answering him truthfully, shaking your head and trying to raise your knees up and over his thighs. He rewards you with a sharp squeeze of your neck and a growl, his hand quickly slipping out of you to slap your legs back down, and prompting you with a smack to your hip- “enough.”
You snivel, “yes sir…”
His thick fingers move back to your swollen clit, focusing his attention and energy there, and you scream in delicious stimulation. Your fluids dribble down onto the floor, and if he wanted to keep you from cumming, he’s betraying you, and you sob and let the burning coil between your hips snap and let everything all come out in a blaze of pleasure, not even considering the prospect of punishment.
Your legs tremble as your mouth slacks in delight, drool dribbling past your lips and down your chin as you wail into the sex filled air. The pressure between your legs finally is released, your toes curling hard enough they crack to mingle with the other noises in the air.
The room is silent in your post orgasmic mind, head lulling forward and then back against his shoulder.
“Please don’t be mad,” you sniffle.
He chuckles and shakes his head, “you get a pass this time.” Thick fingers bring up to his mouth, and he nastily sucks your creamy aftermath off of them.
“How gracious.”
Your attitude is rewarded with a swift smack to your sticky cunt, and your knees raise again to try and protect yourself from more sensations. “Don’t be a shit. I could just as easily fuck you to tears with how hard your pretty performance made me.”
You turn your head towards him, placing a kiss to his jawline while he turns to look down at you, rewarding you with a kiss to your lips.
“I wouldn’t hate to see you try.”
“Don’t tempt me. This was for you, brat.”
You smirk, and he tightens his jaw. You snake your hand down between you to gently play with the balls trapped underneath soaked sweats.
“Seems like it, suguru.”
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c0pkiller · 7 months
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. ゚。 ₍ 𓆩 NOAH'S KINKTOBER 2023 𓆪 ₎ 。゚.
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𖤐 ━━ RULES + INFO
this is my first time writing for kinktober and I've always avoided it bc it's too much of a commitment and i'm a flakey lil thing but we're gonna give it a shot this year! i'll just write one fic per each week of the month and if i get any more ideas during oct, i'll write those too. in the end, there will probably be six or seven fic on this mlist. this mlist will be available in my pinned post indefinitely as well.
i'll be sticking to jjk men for this since that's where i'm most comfortable at the moment.
i also made a playlist for this event. each fic will have it's own respective song to get you in the mood though. each respective song is in the ₆⁶₆ next to the title! all the links are for Spotify, so sorry! – kinktober playlist!
this goes without saying but i'm gonna say it anyway. no minors are permitted to interact, consume, or share anything i've written, republished, or posted here or anywhere else on my blog. leave this post right now if you're underage.
if you want to be tagged in any of this upcoming work, feel free to submit a form on my taglist. please read my rules before submitting. you must be 18+ to be tagged. if you only want to he tagged in the kinktober fic, only select the Kinktober option!
sneak peaks here
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𖤐 ━━ WEEK ONE (10.03)
₆⁶₆ THE LOVE WITCH ft. KENTO NANAMI — You're still a baby witch. What made you think you were capable of performing a love spell on your crush without somehow messing it up?
⚀ brainwashing (?), masturbation (f), possessiveness, seduction, multiple orgasms, service dom nanami, slightly dominant reader, gagging, wc: ~ 4.3k
𖤐 ━━ WEEK TWO (10.10)
₆⁶₆ BLOOD ORANGE ft. TOJI FUSHIGURO — After spending Halloween night watching horror movies with your best friend, you wake up at 1 AM to nurse a headache; but instead, you find his father having a glass of wine... without any clothes on.
⚂ dilf! toji, sneaky link, drunk sex, cunnlingous, face fucking, rough sex, wc: ~ 7.1k
𖤐 ━━ WEEK THREE (10.17)
₆⁶₆ SUCKING SOULS ft. KAMO CHOSO — You've existed as a succubus for more years than you could keep track of, haunting sexually frustrated men's dreams and they're all starting to blend together... except for this one. This one is too cute to let go of.
⚁ demon fucking, somnophilia, blowjobs, sub! choso, wc: ~ 1.7k
𖤐 ━━ WEEK FOUR (10.24 & 10.31)
₆⁶₆ GHOST GONE SOLID ft. SATORU GOJO & SUGURU GETO — Your friend Suguru invites you over to play with a oujia board he found in his attic and the two of you accidentally summon the spirit of an international playboy whose hell bent on showing the two of you a good time.
⚃ ghost sex, threesome - f/m/m, making out, oral, anal (f receiving), spitroasting, double penetration, wc: ~ 6k
₆⁶₆ ₆⁶₆ FINAL GIRL (GONE WILD!) ft. SATORU GOJO — A mysterious man with a distorted voice calls you while you're having a chill night in on Halloween, demanding you put on a show for him through your window or else he'll have to come inside and do it himself. He thinks he's being threatening but, little does he know, you get off on being bossed around.
⚄ blackmailing, threats, masturbation (f & m), phone sex, ghostface! gojo, fuck or die, public sex, wc: ~ 2.2k
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yutamayo · 5 months
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4pc chicken
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yukkshisha1 · 2 months
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Sleeping with suguru✨
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emmyrosee · 5 months
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Geto doesn’t know how to respond to pet names.
It took him a long enough time to become used to the traditional “baby” and “love,” it was just recently when you started busting out these absurd nicknames for whatever thing you could be subjecting him too.
You were cooking once, and you called him “scnhookums” and asked him to pass the peppers. He dropped the tray.
Driving, you told your “stinky man” to take a left. He slammed on his brakes.
You’d been painting his nails and got some on his cuticle, and you asked your “little poop” to pass you some acetone. He just took his hands away.
It’s not that he doesn’t… like them, they’re just not quite what he expects. They’re so extreme, so left field that in a way, he feels as if you’re mocking him, making fun of him.
He doesn’t like that feeling.
But what he hates even more, is when you pause on giving him disgustingly sweet pet names. This, makes him feel like you no longer care, no longer wanting to take the time to come up with the gushy names that keep him in a shy state.
And you haven’t given him one in days.
He hasn’t been able to sleep. Nothing major, nightmares plaguing the dreams he thinks should be pleasant, 
“Shhh,” you soothe. “Stay asleep. I’ve got you.”
He merely nods and lets his head bury back into the pillows, your lips press against his temple before he lets his breathing even out once again.
As if your kiss soothed the monsters that dance, he’s able to sleep a few more hours, waking up disgustingly late and pouting to find your side of the bed cold.
He’s not proud of the pout okay, you’re just really good at scratching the affectionate itch that digs his brain. all he wants is his ‘pooky bear’ to cuddle their little ‘chickadee’ and let him fall back asleep in their arms.
He’s sure those names aren’t far in your arsenal of names.
When he finally does come to search you out, he’s not completely surprised to see you, stretched out on the couch and in a state of relaxation he finds envy in.
“What’re you watching?” He asks, shuffling into the living room. You smile up at him and say nothing, but instead pat your lap as an invitation for him to come and curl against you.
With a nod, he does just that, letting himself lay down on the couch with you, his head nestled in your thighs. Your fingers instantly start their magic on carding his loose hair, and his eyes slack slightly at the tingly feeling.
“Feel better?” You ask, and he hums contently. “I told you more sleep would help. You just never listen to me.”
He says nothing, merely letting his fingers gently trace the lines on your kneecap.
There’s a whirl of silence in the room, and he feels his eyes grow tired from your loving touch, the post warmth of his shower, and the cat that’s curled on his feet, keeping them warm under her rhythmic breathing.
“My handsome man,” you mumble, bending down to plant a kiss at his temple. his eyes widen as he cranes his head up to look at you, curved in surprise and a glimmer of love in his dark pools. “So pretty it hurts… my handsome, pretty man.”
That. That, he could get used to.
He smiles dopily and turns his head to nuzzle into your thigh, trying to hide the heating of his cheeks from you and your potential teasing by keeping his face buried.
But you don’t pick on him. Instead, you click your tongue adoringly and press another kiss to his temple. He feels your nose taking deep breaths of his scent, and your thumb strokes his cheek lovingly.
“Shut up”, Suguru says happily, as an acceptance, letting his sleepy eyes close and allowing your affections to swallow him whole.
Yes, he thinks to himself. It’s the fluttery feeling everyone talks about. The air filling his lungs and his head skipping beats just by the tone of which you call him handsome.
You call him your man.
Maybe pet names don’t always have to be sticky and sweet; but it just makes the most meaningful ones penetrate his heart that much more.
And this pet name, he hopes you decide to keep.
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thejessc0de · 24 days
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Geto and Gojo
based on this tweet
Geto is the cosplayer @/duskgumi on twitter, original here
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testrella · 2 months
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you're my religion priest! s. geto x f!reader pt.1→pt.2
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synopsis: y/n moved into a small and tight knit town to take care of her elderly grandmother. what happens when she attends a sermon with her grandmother, and finds herself lusting over someone she cannot have.
fandom: jujutsu kaisen ⌗ priest suguru geto x female reader⌗ modern au content warnings: mild cursing, smut, head (giving), religious themes(?), slight degrading at the end, angst(?) public sex, NSFW.
author's note: over 11k words, u guys have fun
“..in the name of the father, and of the son, and of the holy spirit. amen.”
father geto finishes off the sermon with the routine prayer. he takes the opportunity being on stage to scan the loyal audience. it was the regular, older people he preaches to. the same people who boast about him being so devoted to God at such a young age. how that when they were his age, they were off sinning. he thinks about the constant praises about being a young devoted follower, but it immediately stops when he sees her. 
a young lady, who seemed to be around the same age as him, sitting in the very back with an elderly woman. even though she was dressed as modestly as possible, the black floor length dress immersed your body in all the right places.
when did he allow his immoral thoughts come to mind
 “oh father! you must meet mrs. johnson’s granddaughter- maybe you can convince her to turn to God.” an elder of the church whispered to the priest. she gently pulled him to the side, off of the stage. 
“as you must have heard by now, edith’s grandbaby is out of control. rumor has it that she’s been caught using multiple different contraband, and premarital sex! can you believe edith would allow this to go on for so long?!”
geto mentally sighs, gossiping was always an issue at church. especially since it was located in a very small town, there wasn't much to talk about. when you were new to town, the locals went wild. fabricating very detail of your life, and spouting that nonsense through their teeth.
“with respect dear mary, the scripture speaks strongly against gossip. i’ll talk to the young lady, but please watch yourself. for there is no greater sin than sin.”
she nods while looking down, unable to meet geto’s gaze. too embarrassed to voice her concern furthermore, she mutters “yes father, please forgive me.”
“i am not the one you should be asking for forgiveness, ask the man above. now if you’ll excuse me, i’ll introduce myself to the newest member of our church.” he smiles gracefully before making his way towards mrs. johnson and her ‘scandalous’ granddaughter. 
he takes small steps towards you, puffing his chest out as he walks with a sense of pride. sure you were a pretty girl, but he was only interested to guide you through your religious journey. 
“father geto, i introduce you to my granddaughter. this is y/n. she’s only 20, and she recently moved into town to take care of me. isn’t she the kindest?”
he loses his train of thought. he's unable to bring himself to utter a single word. you were much more gorgeous up-close. if he were to describe your beauty, he’d be too overwhelmed, and wouldn’t know where to start. maybe he’d start with the way your nose fits your face perfectly. or, how your smile molded perfectly with your faint smile lines. 
geto snaps out of his trance, and quickly introduces himself. 
“i’m father geto. welcome to this church, i hope your stay has been great so far.” he purred. 
you squint your eyes at him. almost as if you already knew the rumors going around. nonetheless, you shake his hand. 
“like my grandma said, i’m y/n. i do hope we cross paths alone in the future.”
he blushes from the way you shaked his hand, but also put your other hand on his. solidifying the handshake more than it needed too. not only that, the last comment you made. crossing paths.. alone?
“my confessional booth is always open before my sermon, and at 9 PM on sundays. if that’s what you mean of course.” 
you puff your chest out and let out a dramatic sigh. taking in your arms, and letting them rest to your side, you open your mouth to speak. he stares at your lips, refusing to make eye contact.
“the sermon did end, i guess i’ll have to see you later tonight.” you assured him before walking over to your grandmother who made conversation with someone else. he watched you walk away, allowing himself to sneak a peek from behind. 
later that day, geto was having lunch. he finds himself unable to focus on his best friend's story, the words going in one ear and out the other. all the plays in his mind is you, and what you could possibly up to.
���satoru, i think i was seduced today after my sermon.” he spilled out, no longer able to contain his thoughts. 
“gross! how old was she? 50? 69? HA, get it? 69?” 
geto rolls his eyes at the blue eyed ‘man’ who acted immaturely any chance he got. maybe he really should have kept his thoughts to himself. it was better than trying to converse it with an actual man-child.
“goodness satoru, no. she was a few years younger than me. 4 years to be exact. she’s one of the elder’s granddaughter, and the way she spoke to me made me feel like i was sinning. i didn’t even do anything!”
“well..”
his eyebrow quirks as satoru began his sentence. 
“did she have big tits?” 
geto’s face quickly turned from curiosity to disgust. he abruptly stood up from the table, placing both hands on it for support, and got all up in satoru’s face.
“how could you ever speak so unashamedly about a lady like that?! let alone speak like that in front of a priest!”
“well forgive me father, i didn’t mean to offend you and your girlfriend,” satoru said sarcastically while putting his hands up defensively. “i’ve said worse, and you’ve never had a problem with it until now. she must’ve had big tits for you to go all preacher mode on me.“  
as much as geto didn’t want to admit it, satoru was right. there were many time's geto allowed the white haired man to say the most diabolical stuff known to man. even listening when satoru would describe women’s bodies in detail and occasionally his one night stands. why was this any different?
“excuse me, is that you father?” 
there is was.
the seductive voice he met only hours ago. both boys slowly turn their heads to the h/c girl standing right in front of them. their eyes met with the beauty talked about earlier. only now you were wearing a shorter version of the dress you wore earlier. 
“m-miss. y/n? i’m afraid you’ve caught me at a bad time. what brings you here?” 
you only acknowledge one of the two men in front of her, and of course it was geto. your eyes met his, and never shifted away. it was almost like a dance of temptation, daring him to do further than just eye contact. the dark aura coming from you was overwhelming him, or maybe it was just your strong perfume. 
“i apologize for the disruption, father geto. my grandma asked me to run some errands. i guess i’ll have to speak with you later tonight.“ 
before geto could get a word in, you once again walk off. just like before, he once again glances down there. 
forgive me Lord, for i have sinned. 
“dude what the fuck was that..” the white haired man questioned. he also noticed the thick tension that was stirred by non other than you.
“i d-don’t know. i cannot see her tonight. i’m scared she might tempt me into.. into doing something that’s against the scripture.”
he now finds himself in the confessional booth, anxiously waiting for your arrival. it was currently 9:47 PM, you were late. it did not help his anxiety at all. he’d give you until 10:15 for you to arrive. anything later would have to just be scheduled on another sunday. 
he lets out a deep breath before he hears the clattering of heels. geto takes a peak out of his curtain only to be met with a sultry gaze. he quickly closes off his curtain, and subconsciously wipes his sweaty palms on his lap. this was like any other confessional, there was nothing to be conspicuous. 
“father geto? are you there?“ you ask in a voice just above a whisper. 
geto swallows whatever was in his mouth before speaking.
 “of course i am.“ 
“ahem, forgive me father. i have sinned since i first moved into this town. actually, i sinned today after the sermon.“ 
he stays silent. he’s tempted to ask what you’ve done, and if it possibly had something to do with him. but you answer his unspoken questions before he can think about it for too long.
“before moving into this lovely town, my grandmother sent me a picture of her priest. goodness, i didn’t know what to do with myself.“ 
he was determined to stay stoic, and not to speak unless it was to say a prayer. but her hushed voice and the strong tension made it difficult. the air seemed to thicken every time she finished a sentence. geto couldn’t escape your magnetic pull of lust.
“a-and if i may ask, what did you do to deal with your problem?”
“i couldn’t resist myself. after i saw the photo of him, i began to have lewd thoughts. every night leading up to my departure, i’d touch myself thinking about him. then..”
she lets out a small moan, but geto would describe it as a small whine. now he was breathing heavily as his boxers started to tighten up. there was no way he could get hard in the church. it was sinful. but he was here to help you, and allowed you to continue.
“i met him today. after the sermon i started using objects to make myself feel satisfied. but it was nothing compared to his large hands shaking my hand. i can only imagine him using his hands going inside of me instead of holding a bible. even now, i cannot resist his voice..” you confessed as heavy breathing came from your end. 
“..come over to my side dear. let me help you.” he whispered.
you waste no time he notes from the sounds coming from the other side. your heels clacked once or twice before you pulled the curtain from his side. 
he studies your face very carefully. there was a light red tint spreading across your cheeks, and your ears were bright red. his eyes then wander down to your very revealing shirt that showed a lot of cleavage. the shirt was accompanied by a matching skirt, a very, VERY, short skirt.
you walk into the tight fitting booth. before he can get his hands on you, you kneel down in between his legs. your pretty little head lays on his left thigh.
“forgive me father. how can i ever make you forgive me for my sins?” you lift your head and your hands start to wander on the edge of his pants. “tell me father, there must be a way..”
geto feels a bead of sweat going down his forehead. there were many times that grandparents introduced their grandchildren to him, in hopes they get married. or, when satoru would convince him to agree to a blind date. his answer of rejection was always the same. 
‘i am devoted to the man above, i musn’t be distracted.’ 
where was his reasoning of rejection when he watches you pull both his pants and undergarments off? 
you grab his dick and painfully slowly lick the tip of it. leaving any pre-cum on his tip, now in your mouth. a slight moan leaves his mouth. this was a pleasure that he’s never experienced before. devoting all 24 years of his life to God has never brought this much fulfilment. 
where was his reasoning of rejection when you put his whole dick in your mouth without any hesitation?
your sudden move of deep throating him caught him off guard. he’s now holding your head in a gentle manner, as gentle as he can be. geto is lost at words, he can only moan uncontrollably while playing with your hair. the only thing he can fixate his eyes on was your beautiful hair getting tangled into his fingers. 
where was his reasoning when you made him finish in under five minutes even though it felt like an eternity for him?
you continue to suck him off, hollowing your cheeks for a better suction. your hands wander down to his balls, giving it a small massage. you're not sure what you did right, but it worked. geto was now praising your name instead of the lord’s. he feels an unfamiliar knot unwinding itself. 
“y/n.. please i feel..” he lets out a breathy moan instead of finishing his sentence. his eyes shut close to full enjoy the euphoric feeling. why did he want to reject your advances in the first place? he can't seem to remember. 
“father..” you cooed while taking off his shirt. of course, the hot pastor with a big dick was also very nicely built.
“oh geto, why do you hide this from me?”
your hands wander his chest then it starts to follow his happy trail. your movement was haltered when he reached out for your chest.
“the same could be said for yourself. show yourself to me, please. i beg.”
his eyes looked like a puppy who had been kicked. there was no sane woman in the world who would say no to his violet eyes. your hand then reaches out for his, and then place his hand on the hem of your shirt.
“take it off for me, father geto.”
being enchanted with your hypnotic gaze, it drew him like a moth to a flame. he lifted your shirt, taking your bra off as well, and stared with admiration. you had an art of seduction that was compared to no other. he watches you sit on his lap as you lift your skirt. 
this is sin. he was sinning. 
but he didn’t stop you as you sat slowly onto his dick, moaning in joy. he watches you go up and down painfully slow.
“c-can you go a little faster..?“ he moaned into your ear. being too embarrassed by his request, he buries himself on the side of your neck. taking in your scent, leaving small pecks on the spots you sprayed perfume. 
“you’re t-too big geto~” you whined into his ear before you attached your lips onto his. 
he was an inexperienced kisser. an inexperienced everything actually. it was easy for you to take the lead by biting onto his bottom lip. he opened his mouth to let out a small whine of pain and you took the opportunity to slip your tongue in. 
you feel yourself juices slide down your thigh onto geto’s lap as you continue to bounce on his dick. large hands start groping your ass, giving you a smack on one of your cheeks. you yelp in response. it was unexpected from a priest.
“father, use me. be as rough as you want with me.” your hands start undoing his bun, turning his hair into a disheveled mess. 
“i-i shouldn't be so mmm- rough on you.” 
you felt honored by his insistence on being so gentle. his grip on your waist tells you a different story. it was obvious he wanted to go faster than the pace you set.
“please geto, for me at least.”
oh, how could he ever deny your requests? 
his grip on your waist tightens as he lifts you up and rams into you. all pent up sexual frustrations he’s ever had in the past 24 years are being taken out on you. throughout the heavens and earth, you were his only sole purpose in life. the way you took him in so good without any complaints was proof enough. 
marks form on his shoulder and back from the scratches you were leaving. it was the only way you could hold yourself up. if not, you’d fall right into his arms while he’d continue to show no mercy on your pussy. 
geto was starting to feel what he felt earlier when you were in between his legs. his eyes gaze at yours, and gets a site he’d never unsee. small tears started forming, threatening to leave your eyes. your mouth agape as one hand held onto his shoulder, the other groping yourself.
“father geto, i-i’m ahh, i’m so close~”
on sync, the both of you came at the very same time.
geto found it more ironic than disgust when he saw the scene unfold. priest of six years, never had a temptation once in those six years. his lap was now covered in cum from not only his but the new girl in town. the new girl who easily seduced him
“forgive us lord, for the father and i have sinned.” you purred right into his ear, almost biting it. 
he massages your waist before finally putting you on your two feet. you're barely able to stand up without the support of the wall.
"y/n, we can never do this again. never speak to me unless it's about my sermon."
now it was his turn to leave before you could get a word in. he pulls his pants up and swiftly puts his shirt back on.
"you were sent by the devil, and i've failed my lord. stay far away from me you whore."
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