Geto X Reader X Gojo Novels & Stories

He crouched, grabbing my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. “Let me go!” I yelled. Gio caught my wrist, his other hand gripping my waist and pinning me to the grass as I struggled. “Stop fighting,” he growled. “You’re only making this harder.” “Harder for who?” I spat, twisting under him. “You’re a murderer! A freak!” “And you’re soaking wet for this freak,” he said, his hand sliding under the shirt, as his fingers travelled, finding the heat between my legs. My body betrayed me, need surging through me despite my anger.

He wasn’t half bad. Arriving at the training grounds, I started stretching while Jojo took her phone from her pocket to read an E-book. She said it was a human romance, Say you’ll stay. Humans? Exotic, right? Some time later, while I was kicking the hell out of the punching bag, Jojo left to help serve breakfast and a very shirtless Grant arrived. Hell damn, why so many delicious muscles? If he wore a shirt, I wouldn’t have wet dream issues! Yes, that was all his fault.

Cole charged toward him, he threw a punch, and an attempt from Justin to stop him sent him flying through the air before tumbling down the other end. “What are you?” Justin asked, coughing, he raised his head only to meet Cole close, his gun far away from him. Another kick was sent to his belly, groaning, Justin spat out blood. Cole pulled him up before he snapped his neck, and he dropped dead. “I'm a golem.” He uttered.

He will have a hard time being gentle. ///♡/// We are only 10+ chapters away from the ending. Stay tuned! Luv y'all ♡

And I didn't stop talking excitedly about Gojo, about how much I loved him, and I think I even told him the entire anime story too. Adrian listened to me with strange attentiveness. Was it because he was humoring me because I was drunk? Or was he genuinely interested in what I was saying? I continued telling the story with childish enthusiasm. I loved talking about my favorite characters. "Oh my God... I forgot Natalie. I'm a terrible friend." I gasped in alarm the moment I remembered her. He glanced at me while laughing mockingly. "Don't worry, Gojo fanatic... your little demon friend is being handled by Lucas."

When we landed in Los Angeles, Ryuu gripped my arm firmly, guiding me across the tarmac toward a sleek black car where Gojou Morunaga stood waiting. “Keep your anger in check,” Ryuu murmured, his voice deceptively calm. “I don’t want anyone seeing how much you despise me.” I bit down on the retort bubbling in my throat. As we approached the car, Gojou’s piercing gaze shifted between us, his expression unreadable behind dark sunglasses. “You look happy,” Gojou greeted us dryly, the tension in his jaw betraying the attempt at warmth. “Did you enjoy the honeymoon?”

Gojo's face was too close to Aki's face, and he was grinning in a creepy way. "Is there a problem, Miss Aki?" Mr. Gojo asked her. Aki was immediately creeped out. This strange feeling is the same as what she felt in the basement that night. Mr. Gojo's eyes were barely visible because of his exaggerated smile, but Aki could see through his forced smile. Aki turned her head and looked at her own paper. She secretly looked at Raia, who was also looking at her, especially at Mr. Gojo. But when their eyes met, Raia quickly looked away.

My legs don’t give out under me. Akio is on both knees, holding a finger under William’s nose. He quickly looks to Sensei, a little bit of relief in his voice. “Sore wa kare no byōkidesu.” Gojo Sensei nods, his face serious. “What’s going on?” I step forward again. It seems like my legs are too frozen to move at the pace I want them to. “What’s wrong with him?” My voice is rough, panicked. The dagger drops from my hand. “Akio, what the fuck is going on?”