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teddybeartoji · 2 months

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it's not often you get to see a sleepy suguru.

it's not like he's not tired – he's fucking exhausted; the dreams just don't seem to like him all that much. but he's usually toughing it out, trying to seem as composed and put-together as possible. the dark skin underneath his eyes betray him, though.

so you don't really know why today is different. is he just more tired? have all of the sleepless hours caught up with him? or is it just you; could it be that your body is the most comfortable place to rest his heavy head? or is it your perfume that's soothing him to sleep?

or is it the fingers in his hair?

he doesn't really let others play with his hair too ofter either. satoru and shoko had been the only exceptions but that was before you came along. satoru uses his hair as a stim, something to play with when he's bored. suguru has taught him manners though – a few slaps against satoru's fingers and chest to remind him to be more careful. and shoko is just more likely to brush a strand from his eyes or help him tie them up in a half-assed bun whenever his own hands are full with whatever.

you like playing with hair, always have and always will. it's relaxing and it's fun and it's calming and you love it. when you first met suguru, his hair was the second thing you noticed about him (his keen purple eyes being the first). an irresistible itch burned in your fingertips everytime you saw him, everytime he wore his hair down. it just looked so pretty and soft.

he takes very good care of his hair, you know that much. specific shampoos and conditioners, masks and all – he's all in. and nobody bats an eye. not that they should but satoru definitely gets made fun of because of his stupidly expensive collection of figurines and shoko gets teased for her silly mug shelf – and yet, neither of them ever comment on the bottles and tubs of fancy products that lay on his bathroom counter.

his hair also smells good. the compliment always hangs on the tip of your tongue but stays hidden in fear of coming off too weird. too creepy. but he doesn smell good. even with closed eyes and ears and you'd find him in a crowd. you wonder whether he knows that.

as you grew closer and closer, the now scorching itch only doubled in need. you never did gather the strenght to outwardly ask him – if you could play with his hair? if you could caress it? comb through it? it was an accident.

a simple gloomy friday afternoon: you're both lazing on your couch, staring at the screen. it's funny – you find yourself muffling your already quiet bursts of laughter, suguru alongside you. he's sitting close by, closer than usual. you don't ask him about it.

he asked to come over; something-something about being sick of his own apartment. you understand that, so you tell him that your home is his home (you'd tell him that even if you didn't understand). you hear the faint smile when he thanks you over the phone.

even when he looks like he hasn't slept in months – he looks good. you can tell he's overexaggerating his smile a bit but don't say anything about it, rewarding him with a grin of your own. his eyes flick to your lips and how they curve and he thinks about how warm it feels to look at you. maybe he's not exaggerating anymore.

your arms open wide, inviting him into you and he obliges, as always. he smells good. as always.

his hands lock behind your back and your behind his neck. your hearts meet and they greet each other with a fastened beat, eager to be in sync – to feel each other again.

he pulls back and the corners of his eyes crinkle when he smiles. he's not doing it anymore and you're happy to relieve him even if it's for mere moments.

he's wearing a sweather and his hair is down. he has lip gloss on; you try to think whether he's more of a mint guy or more of a shea guy. it remains a mystery.

and now you're on the couch with two cups of warm tea waiting for you on the small table. he smells good. he's so close. he snickers at the screen and you can't take your eyes off of him. it's the same small crinkle of the eyes and the faintest pink tint on his cheeks.

you know he knows that you're looking at him. you've been told to have a staring problem and he's just an observant guy. it's a terrible match. or a perfect one.

he doesn't say anything though; instead he leans his head back and little to the side against the headrest (he's even closer now) and you find yourself shifting an inch aswell. perhaps magnets are involved? the iron in your blood pulling you together?

no, that can't be. you'd have to be polar opposites for that to work. warm-blooded and cold-blooded? would that work? you're getting too poetic and he's looking at you now.

it's an accident. it slips out on its own. you smell good. caught off guard by your own comment, you're about to apologize when a hand on your thigh almost makes you suffocate on the words stuck in your throat.

he laughs and it feels so good. he thanks you. he means it, you see it in his tired eyes. he likes the way you blush.

turning his focus back to the tv, you try to collect yourself. a deep breath in and a deep one out and a deep one in and a de—

a weight on your shoulder. he smells so good. he's so close. you peek down, curious as to whether this is a dream or not. but suguru's head is in fact laid on your body, sinking a bit more into you by the second. a deep breath in and a deep one out.

seeking for a more comfortable position, you snuggle closer to him. it's hard to focus but you're making it your sole mission to make him feel safe. your arm curls around his body, his shoulder, and rests right by a flock of his hair.

his cheek is now smushed against the top of your chest and the weight of love doesn't seem as bad as everyone keeps telling you. his hand finds a place around your waist; loosely – as if he's the one who's afraid to scare you off. silly.

his breath against you feels right and the butterflies in your stomach refuse to calm down. so you do what you always do when you get nervous – completely on their own, your fingers caress his hair. just smoothing over it at first but before you know it, they're combing through a strand and twirling the ends between themselves.

you wanna apologize, again, but the soft little grunt that emits from the man keeps you from doing so.

don't stop.

+ this is for @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat just bc it feels right

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mikareo · 1 month

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౨ৎ⋆ ˚｡⋆ midnight love ⠀ ꒰ . . geto suguru x gn reader ꒱ . . . word count; 0.7k

⊹ ⠀⠀ heartbreak is a cycle. over, and over, and over again.

contains; geto suguru x gn reader, angst, geto dumped you and you can't get over it, mentions abandonment and attachment issues, lots of reader insecurities, womp womp author's note; hey ! XD

"you really can't be calling me at this hour anymore." suguru's voice is faint. he's likely just woken up from a deep slumber, probably dreaming of something far more interesting and attractive than you are, but that isn't a dream that you'd like to picture. he did this to you.

sometimes, he needs to see what your nightmares look like.

"i'm sorry, it's just that i've been thinking about everything again." clearing your throat, you can't help but notice that your voice can't stop shaking. get a grip of yourself. you're embarrassing. "i feel like we made a mistake. it's not crazy to try things again; we know what went wrong so let's just fix it this time. right? we can be even better this time around."

you know the hopefulness slipping from your tongue is something that suguru has grown to hate. he hates the guilt that it makes him feel. he hates the reminders of a time where he was so madly in love with you that he couldn't imagine sleeping through one of your sporadic phone calls in the middle of the night. he hates how it reminds him how hard you sobbed when he said those three little words. not 'i love you'...but 'let's break up'.

he hates that it makes him regret things.

so instead, he forces you to bottle it all up.

"i'm not interested anymore, i've told you that." the sound of your poorly mended heart shattering once more is far too familiar. "seriously, we crashed and burned so let's just leave it at that."

this is the third time he's said these words. the first being an hour after he dumped you over the phone, when you called him back amidst uncontrollable sobs and he didn't seem to care all that much. the second being a month after what would've been your first anniversary together, to which he was careless with your heart as you poured it out to him on his doorstep. now, the third, where it's been a whole three months since your untimely break up and your sleep has been lost to you for yet another night.

...and he still doesn't care.

he doesn't care about you.

he doesn't care at all.

why doesn't he care?

"suguru, please." it's pathetic to beg, but what else can you do? "i love you. i want to be with you and i'm willing to do anything to make it work. c'mon, work with me, here." just say yes. just say yes and maybe you'll smile again.

he takes a deep breath. you can count down the seconds until he exhales.

three.

you envision a scenario where he bolts from his bed, frantically grabs his jacket, and drives straight to your house. his hand hovers over the front door, ready to knock, when you fling it open and then fling yourself into his arms. suguru laughs at your eagerness, gently gripping your face beneath your jaw and kissing you tenderly. god, it's been so long since you felt his kisses. you could cry from the overwhelming happiness in your heart. the overwhelming joy that he never fails to make you feel when he's truly and completely in love with you, too.

two.

you recall one of your favorite dreams, one just a few nights ago, where suguru had never broken up with you in the first place. in fact, he thinks the mere thought is comically funny. he'd never ends things. you're the best thing that's ever happened to him and he never fails to tell you that at every hour of the day. he's the perfect boyfriend. he's the ideal husband. he's the man that you've been wishing for for your entire life...but he really is just that. he's a dream.

one.

"i don't love you anymore."

oh...

oh.

you wish this were a scenario. you wish you were sleeping. you wish he could've said anything other than those awful words, but this is reality. dreams don't reflect reality. dreams aren't real. his love for you isn't real. he doesn't love you. he doesn't want you. he doesn't need you. give up. give up. stop making a fool of yourself.

"but i love you."

pathetic.

you're pathetic.

the sigh he exhales is pitiful.

he's so obviously aware of how clingy you've become in your lonesome life that he's not even surprised by your behavior. he's not surprised by your confession. it's almost as if he expected it. he knows your flaws. he knows your stance on abandonment...on attachment...on absence. he knows you can't possibly function in a world without him...

...and he hangs up.

⋆⋆⋆⠀ ⠀thank you for reading! reblogs are greatly appreciated!

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doumadono · 8 months

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Sinful Sunday thought!

I believe that Geto Suguru is exactly the type of guy that, by the time you tell him ‘I love you’, starts fucking you harder. I don’t know🫣

I need to agree with you, Nonnie, I strongly belive it would make him going feral!

SINFUL SUNDAY

Geto's anything but gentle

Whenever you fuck, it's rough and hard. It's the kind of sex involving hair-pulling, skin-biting, and fast-paced fucking

You’ll fuck basically anywhere, on any surface, up against any wall

It's a relentless thrusting that doesn't let up until you're a whimpering wreck beneath him

Geto's possessive - he marks you with love bites, making sure everyone is aware that you belong to him. He doesn't mind who witnesses it - he's determined to proclaim to the world that you are exclusively his

He has a very high sex drive and can go for multiple rounds

He loves having a hand around your throat as he fucks you, he loves to feel the blood rushing under his hand

But what truly arouses him is when you express your love for him verbally, which never fails to excite him immensely

"I love you," you whimper softly as he thrusts into you during a very slow, passionate sex

He pauses, gazes down at you, and a mischievous grin slowly spreads across his lips

“I’m gonna pound ya so good, ya hear me? I want you to tell me how much you want it, how much you want me.”

Geto lifts up your thigh for better access to thrust deeper into you, digging his fingers into your plushy flesh, thrusting hard and fast, the bed starts swaying back and forth with his thrusts

“I’m going to fill you to the brim, doll."

His words become more jumbled as his flesh continues to vehemently smack against yours, your pussy tightening against his rapidly moving dick as your orgasm washes over you, his following not long after

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space-noods · 25 days

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JJK X Neko! Reader

no one read my other blurb 🙄 but if your interested in why MC is a neko, the explanation is right here -> Neko Reader

More Neko Reader! (JJK)

Training with Geto and Gojo… sort of

someone take this idea from me plsssss I’m not a writer!!!

IMAGINE when you first change into the uniform, Gojo is ON you. He literally jumps into your arms. If it weren’t for the fact that you were already trained, you would have fallen. You did stagger and almost slip. He coos over your ears petting them incessantly. Shoko and Geto watch, unamused but also interested.

IMAGINE every time you walk past Geto and Gojo, they take turns yanking your tail. At first you assumed it was Gojo, but soon you realized they were friends for a reason. They were both menaces.

IMAGINE Geto and Gojo have a secret scoreboard as to who can pet you the most. Any time one gets to touch your ears they smirk at the other. At first it started as a joke to bother you, but soon they began to really relish each second the had contact with you.

IMAGINE Gojo who often compliments your marble-like eyes. Although, he gets upset when anyone else compliments them.

IMAGINE After a solo mission, you return to the dormitories. Too tired to get to your own room, you decide to rest on the couch in the common room. Geto, who had stayed awake waiting for you, was laying on the couch as well. In your exhaustion, you didn’t notice him. Nor did you notice that you had laid your head on his chest. As you immediately fell into deep sleep, he took this as an opportunity to stroke your ears and hair. This was already picture perfect moment for him. The joy he felt seeing you in such a vulnerable position was unlike anything’s he’s felt before. The moment was only made better when he heard you purring. He was quick to take out his phone and record you. He also made sure to send a pic or two to Gojo.

IMAGINE Not even a second later, he heard long gallops headed towards him. And quick as lightning, Gojo yanked you off of Geto and carried you all the way to his room. Scoffing at the albino’s actions, he made sure to follow. He didn’t send the photo for you to be stolen away!

IMAGINE As soon as he got to Gojo’s room, he held you like a monkey would a branch. A leg draped over your thighs and an arm wrapped over your shoulders. Gojo gives Geto a scalding glare as the dark haired male makes his way into the bed. He lays next to you, holding onto one of your free hands.

IMAGINE You wake up, feeling heavy limbs over your body. The ceiling looks like your own room, but the decorations on the wall were completely different turning to your left is Geto. With fair skin and small purple hues under his eyes, you were struck by his natural beauty. His raven hair draping over his face artistically. Turning to your right, was the eye-catching Gojo. His long lashes delicately falling over his cheek. His vibrant hair looked like a halo with the sun’s rays. After taking the time to admire them both, you start to wiggle, trying to fight off their heavy limbs. The awaken at your jarring movements. Looking at each other they smirk as they tightened their hold. After enough thrashing they loosen their limbs. You take the opportunity to successfully jump out of that nest. You sigh seeing you were still in your uniform.

As you turn to leave, Gojo had a very important question to ask

“Cats can give birth with multiple dads right?”

#jjk #reader insert #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #jjk geto #geto suguru #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #gojo saturo #geto x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #jjk fluff #fluff #blurb #imagine

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yup-thats-me · 26 days

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—UNO reverse • Geto. S

pairing : Husband! Geto x wife! Reader

summary : Y/n’s prank didn’t go as planned

Y/n was bored. Bored out of her mind. Her dear husband, Geto Suguru was out on an errand from their principal. Although Y/n had wanted to go with him, he had denied saying “There’s no point in you going with me. You’ll just get tired. I’ll be back soon,” and had left with a kiss on her forehead.

Deciding she’d use her phone for a while, she sat down on the couch hoping to come across something interesting. After about fifteen minutes of scrolling through dozens of videos on the app, something finally caught her attention.

The video showed a girl, wanting to prank her boyfriend had written a letter saying how she fell out of love with the man. She had kept the letter at a pace where the man could read and she hid herself in their closet. The result was horrible. The man had read the letter and in ten minutes, he had brought another woman into the room to get intimate with. The couple ended up breaking it off.

Although the outcome was cruel, Y/n wanted to try it herself with her husband. Surely, he wouldn’t do such a thing. The worst that could happen is that he would turn the world upside down to find Y/n, at least that’s what he had said when one-day Y/n had jokingly asked him what he’d do if Y/n were to ever leave him.

So began her plan. She grabbed a piece of paper laying around and a pen and began writing a letter that would tell Geto why she left. Initially, Y/n had thought it to be an easy work. But when she grabbed the pen to write, her hands didn’t move.

She couldn’t find a single reason why she’d ever leave Geto. It wouldn’t be bragging if she said he was the perfect man alive. He’d always leave home only after he had kissed Y/n goodbye, would always call beforehand to tell her that he’d arrive home late so that she wouldn’t stay up waiting for him (she did, anyway), anytime he’d go out of town for a mission, he’d always return with a big bouquet of her favorite flowers as an apology for staying away for so long if Y/n feels under the weather for some reason, he’d take it upon him to make her smile, he would also make the meals for the entire week when she gets her period and would go lengths to keep her happy during that week. The list wouldn't end. Y/n could write and finish all the empty pages in her house but the list of why Geto was perfect, would not end.

So, with much trouble, she was at last able to put together various lame excuses of why she “was leaving Geto.” As the letter was finished, she got a text from Geto. ‘Be home in ten minutes. Want something?’ The text made her smile to herself. Quickly replying with a ‘don’t want anything. Come home soon’, she ran to their bedroom to keep the letter and hide.

She decided to keep the letter on their bedside table under the lamp to make it noticeable. She then searched for her hiding spot in the room. The closet was filled with their clothes, the curtains were too see-through, and the corner of the room wouldn’t work. She finally settled for under the bed.

She quickly crawled under the bed and lay flat, trying hard to calm herself down. She was too excited for all of this. After about seven minutes of waiting, she heard the door open.

“Y/n? Darling, I’m home!” Geto called out as he kept some bags on the kitchen counter. Judging from his footsteps, he had checked all their rooms. When he couldn’t find her anywhere, he finally entered their bedroom in hopes of seeing his wife on the bed reading yet again another book.

When he found the room to be empty, he started to panic thinking some curse had gotten her, he quickly forced himself to calm down upon seeing the letter under the lamp.

The room fell silent and Y/n could only assume it was because he was reading her letter and was in shock. What was to her shock was that she heard Geto let out a laugh and mutter. “Fucking finally.”

The next thing she heard was him talking to someone. “Hey, baby? I’ve got great news! My wife finally left! Yeah, can you believe that? Anyway, come over! Can’t wait to see you baby!” He spoke merrily and left the room.

It took Y/n a few minutes to regain herself. It was just like the video she watched. She also got cheated by Geto Suguru, the perfect man in the entire universe!

She finally composed herself as she came out of her hiding spot. Unable to control herself, she sat on the floor, her tears finally flowing free. Who would think Geto was cheating on her the Geto Suguru cheating on his wife? Who would believe that? The two Jujutsu schools all across Japan knew how devoted Geto is to his wife. He worships the ground she walks on. And that man was cheating on her behind her back. The world we live in.

After what felt like hours, the door finally opened to reveal a smiling Geto leaning against the doorframe. “UNO reverse, my love,” he mocked playfully.

“…huh?”

Smiling still, Geto pulled her to his chest caressing her hair. “Did you not understand my love? I pranked you as well”, he revealed.

“Prank? So, you didn’t cheat on me?” She asked slowly, as if scared to hear him answer in any other answer other than no.

“No, my love. How could I ever?”

Hearing him, her tears finally stopped. In a weak attempt, she tried punching Geto on his back but her hands gave up, instead wrapping them around his shoulders and hugging him closer.

Geto carried her and sat her down on the bed but she was reluctant to let him go, making her sit on his lap instead. He didn’t mind, he was rather fond of having her in his lap. When her sniffles finally stopped, she turned to him, her eyes all bloodshot and puffy from crying.

“How did you know it was a prank…?”

Geto laughed again, booping her nose. “My sunshine, in all the excitement, you forgot to conceal your legs from my view, baby. I could see your slippers peeking from under the bed.”

Her face grew red in embarrassment. At last, it was her who shot herself in the leg. Okay it was her who gave herself away, but the call was a real one.

“Okay but who did you call then?”

Before he could answer, his phone rang. The very answer himself. Picking the call, Geto let out a sigh before Gojo could speak.

“Baby? Geto did you really call me baby? My god all my fantasies are coming true! I’m gonna die!” Gojo didn’t even let Geto say anything. Y/n giggled as she heard him through the speaker.

“Geto really? Are you leaving Y/n? Oh my god!” This time though, Geto was able to answer.

“Shut up, Satoru. I’m busy showering my wife with my never-ending love and affection.” His answer made the other sad, though. “Eh? Really? What a waste…But Geto, you should think over, you know. Maybe we cou—”

Before he could finish, Y/n cut him off. “Satoru, I’m going to kill you soon!” she said so threateningly but her usual sweetness was laced too. Geto felt a shiver up his spine upon hearing her.

“OKAY! SEE YA TOMORROW, GETO!” Gojo cut himself off as he hung up.

The couple stared at each other before bursting out laughing. Composing themselves, Y/n managed to ask the last question on her mind.

“Geto? How did you know the letter was a fake?”

Geto kissed her cheek. “Because, I know you well enough to say you won’t leave because I brought the wrong shade of the lipstick, now, will you?”

Y/n mentally facepalmed. She should have put more thought into the letter honestly. “You hungry, baby? I brought Chinese. Let go.” He again carried the woman downstairs, while she kept her hold strong on his shoulder.

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kissofsuguru · 3 months

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GOLDEN BOY..

╚═══════════. .★.╝

〔 SUGURU GETO X GN!READER 〕

WARNINGS: fluff, just some sweet geto <3

→ SUMMARY: a little drabble I came up with, thrift shopping with suguru.. inspired by this pic♥︎

→ WC: 250

Thinking about suguru, and all of his gentle mannerisms.

His long, silky tresses that flow effortlessly down his back on his off days.

The way the sunlight beams off of his unblemished skin when the two of you walk alongside eachother.

The way his fingertips lightly brush yours when one of you exchange something by hand.

Even the hushed tone of his voice, that speaks to you and others oh so delicately, and with upmost respect.

Rather it be one of his physical attributes that transpires so charmingly or his presence alone— you can’t help but notice the tender aura surrounding him.

Going thrift shopping with him, something only the two of you do together: all because the both of you take a liking to cozy sweaters and the usually tranquil atmosphere.

Comforting silence hanging in the air as you stand side by side, skimming the racks of clothing.

The way his hands ever so gently grace your shoulder or the side of your waist when he slides by you in the aisle, his murmurs of approval, and even his slight nods.

You watch aimlessly as he glides through the rack himself, until he lands on one that complimented him all too well— and after you vocalize your opinion, he flashes you that gentle smile of his.

The one where he tilts his head to the side in thanks, the soft and appreciative one you know and love all too well.

That smile that envelops you with warmth, every. Single. Time.

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sonarspace · 2 months

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the last night, suguru geto

a/n: read part 1 before for a better experience! lowkey kinda just rambled but enjoy. warnings: angst (sad? hurt?) slight nsfw wc: ~ 400

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 part of you knew that night that your suguru would be gone forever. replaced by the suguru that resented humans. resented what they did to his friends.

that last night. the way he held you. the way he pushed into you. slowly. trailing kisses over your jaw, your collarbone and the swell of your boobs. his hand clasping yours as he pushes it by your head. his eyes fixed on yours. your lips parted letting out sounds of pure bliss.

asking him for more. and he gives it to you. all of him in that moment, all he had to offer. “this is all of me, for you” he pants as he pushes into you. deeper this time.

tears lining your eyes. cause in your heart you knew this was the end of something. unsure in the moment. but the feeling nags at your heart and tears fall down to your cheeks. he wipes them away with his thumbs. “don’t cry,” he whispers.

“i’m here, i’m here.” he coos. the pleasure taking over all your senses. unable to stop the tears. he’s confused. “am i hurting you?” he stops moving. you let a whine. so close. “i’m okay. please. don’t stop.” you huff squeezing his hand.

you cum soon with a whine of his name and he follows suit. your name on his lips like a prayer. his body weight comforting. like a warm blanket. he peppers the space between you jaw and shoulder with kisses. “i love you,” after each kiss.

you fall asleep. soothed by his confession on your skin. years from now you’ll look in the mirror and miss the marks he’d leave on your skin. his love bites. the hickeys he would purposefully leave on your neck so he could see you getting all squirmy and shy the next morning. he holds you in the night. your last time in each other’s arms. your last love confession. early morning light and he’s kissing you a see you soon. but your suguru didn’t return.

he returned with the blood of hundreds on his hands and twin girls by his side. he made his choice then. this chapter of your life up in flames before you could try and put it out. you returned to it often though. gathering the ashes. trying to keep the memory of your suguru alive. even if he wasn’t.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

a/n pt.2: likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!

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darshy · 2 months

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(sun and moon ((and maybe our son)))

tw: miscarriage

2017

Suguru stares at his ceiling. The rolling sound of the hamster wheel fills the silence. Julius Caesar. What an active little thing.

His eyes find the cage. The hamster appears to be running for its life.

How simple life would be: to run in circles and think that you are escaping.

There are more and more curses appearing each day. Suguru is getting tired. Satoru just seems to be over the moon—maybe because you’re gone.

It’s a good thing, Suguru wants to believe, that your absence will be beneficial in the long run. But so far, the side effects are a lack of sleep and quite a bit of silence.

”Suguru! Look at this bug I found! Isn’t it cute?”

He turns to Satoru’s direction. Perhaps ‘silence’ isn’t the correct term. And well, there is no possible way that ‘peaceful’ is the word for it either.

”..It’s odd that it’s orange.”

Content.

”Don’t discriminate him..!”

No, that’s not right either.

Dissatisfaction.

“Leave.”

Suguru remembers it like it was yesterday.

“Huh, what?”

His heart racing and squeezing and thriving.

”Leave me the hell alone. Get away from here.”

Your lips twisting and thinning and cracking.

”I don’t..understand. Oh, is this some kind of joke—“

His eyes squinting. Your eyes flitting.

”I am going to kill you.”

He remembers your silhouette backing away quickly, near akin to the sun running from the moon.

”I will kill you.”

He remembers your tears dripping to the floor.

”Please.”

He remembers you.

And, really, it’s always been the moon scaring the sun away.

Suguru is such a liar. To himself. His family. Satoru. His hands itch as he types into his computer with vigor. His eyes dart and squint at street names and Facebook profiles.

He’s a liar because he wants to find you. Not seek you out, not even talk to you. He just wants to find you. Know you’re safe. Know that he’s not in reach of you.

A few clicks later and he’s finding your address and where you’re working at: Exotic Strip Club, Friendly Girls! He frowns at the name, his gut wrenching. He wants to puke but holds it down. Julius Caesar sprints from behind him—he can hear the squeaks of the wheel.

Suguru clicks on a picture of you. It’s your high school graduation photo. You had braces on then—bright blue and clunky—and fat Chucks that increased your height by one and a half inches. The photo is endearing.

His cursor slides to a newer photo of you. You’re dressed in baggy jeans and a thick sweater. Another’s hand is on your left shoulder, but the person is cut out of the photo, unidentifiable.

After that, there’s a picture of you standing in front of your new apartment, open for all to see. Suguru tastes the bile crawling up his throat in waves before he makes it to the bathroom.

In the quiet moments of his life, the man finds himself thinking about his baby. It would be a boy, most certainly, and it would look like you. He would want the baby to look like you because you’re you and Suguru is just Suguru. He’d want the child to be beautiful.

Maybe the boy would have black hair—he’d be born with a head full of it—and long legs. Tall for his age. He’d grow into a prodigy, have brains and a nice taste of humor. Suguru would want him to have your stupid humor and your dumb laugh and your teeth. Maybe the way your eyes crinkle when you smile and the way your nose flares. He wouldn’t be you at all, but he’d be comparable, the closest any being would ever be to you.

Suguru wouldn’t want the baby to be like him.

And he thinks about it in the shower while watching the blood from the day’s battles wash down the drain. He thinks about your face twisted into a look that doesn’t suit you. A rage in your eyes but also a heartbreak. Your hands hold your stomach. Not in tenderness, but in grief.

Suguru thinks about the baby the two of you would have had if not for him.

Again, he’s a liar. He just wanted to know where you were, not find you in person. That’s it. That’s all he wanted.

(But is it? Stalking your ex—is that what you want? Keep her tied to you, force her open, and take out all her insides? Take everything you want? Need?)

You're sitting in front of him. Oblivious. Reading out of a newspaper (despite your phone sitting right next to you) and sipping out of an oddly shaped mug. All of this is you. And Suguru thinks he wants it again.

You stand up, stretch, glance in his direction (his heart palpitates), before trekking out of the café. He follows, a wool hat over his head and a black coat tight around his shoulders in a quick attempt to hide himself. The whole plan was rushed; one moment he was feeding Caesar, the next he found himself catching your eyes in a coffee shop. And he doesn’t even like coffee.

Besides that, why are you on this side of town? Why are you in town? You shouldn’t be—you must know there’s a chance that your estranged husband lives here. That you used to live here. You moved away for a reason. Why come back? Why?

(For a moment—just for a fraction of a second—Suguru thinks that you came back to him with some kind of twisted news.

He thinks you want him.)

The questions are answered as you make your way to a familiar street but it’s not Suguru’s. Instead, it’s your best friend, who he assumed he already silenced and ended your connections to each other. Well, clearly not as he watches the two of you hug and kiss. Soon, you make your way off of the doorstep and into the house.

On Suguru’s way back home, he kills twenty curses, two of which bear the slightest resemblance of him and his struggles.

Gluttony and obsession.

The sun is gone and the moon controls the sky.

He wants you.

#x reader #female reader #24 #yandere jjk #yandere suguru #yandere geto #yandere suguru geto #yandere blurb

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starssgalore · 2 months

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word count - 278

based off of - 553 (nasty) by jodeci

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it's deep. soo deep. that burning, twisting feeling in your core.

from the moment you first saw his face you haven't been able to forget, it's imprinted on your mind like a memory.

his face is so memorable. those lips and eyes. and god that smile that could make you do anything. and don't even get me started on that voice. deep and calming like the ocean. aggressive when the time calls for it.

he's got you wrapped around his finger... fingers really.

the sound of trickling rain and cars passing you on the street.

the cross walk being crowded with vehicle traffic slowly starts to clear up as soon as the light turns yellow.

the smell of pavement and rain slowly mixing together in a nostalgic aroma. the dark night sky lit up by billboards and street lights.

pedestrians getting ready to cross but not you. your legs are stuck in the same spot they have been since you've seen him walking towards you.

eyes half lidded, lips slightly parted as he blows out smoke from his cigarette. hair messy from running his hands through it too often.

he's under stress.

but just like that, he walks past you without a single acknowledgement. not even a wink or a tap of a shoulder.

it's not until you snap back into reality when you feel someone bump into the fact of you.

"fuck this." whispering under your breath out of annoyance.

it's not like you loved him anyways, yeah you were addicted and he was too. but that's not love, right?

it's not until your phone lights up a couple of blocks down.

'you know your mine.'

'7 at my place. see you later.'

delivered • 18:30

and with that adrenaline rushes to your heart. your legs start to move fast back to your apartment to spruce up yourself before see him.

you are his, and he's yours. forever until the end of existence.

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hey! it's been awhile but recently I've just been writing short little blurbs about whoever or whatever I'm thinking about. mainly inspired by music. so this one is based off of... *drumroll!*

553 - nasty by jodeci

anyways, see y'all later

xoxo, hoshi 💫

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majo-tsukiko · 1 month

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Too often I am plagued by the trope I saw on TikTok in 2020 where your fictional favorites also favorite you in their world.

I giggle at the thought of my faves staying up late to read (Me) x Reader smut and how they mutter to themselves that my canonical husband would “just have to deal” with them wanting me carnally and being there.

That’s such a warm thought to have: My faves having blurb accounts where they argue about my morally gray decisions and how it’s meant for something larger. How they’d write fics of me and have head canons and the fanon version of me is wildly removed from what’s real 🤣

It’s also funny imagining I have fictional people that love to absolutely hate me and write fics of me suffering 🤣 I love you bitches too ho 🥰❤️

#fanfiction #y/n #blurb #my ramblings #archer gilgamesh #elias ainsworth #loki laufeyson #chisaki kai #levi ackerman #gojo satoru #geto suguru #nanami kento #i have so many more #but ahhhh

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soulspice · 10 months

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A Future to Come

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#i was rewatching jjk 0 #and i am very excited for s2 #and this was just a blurb of that #that's all #/#gasping for air #i can finally go to sleep #//#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fanart #fanart #art #digital art #geto suguru #satoru gojo #yuta okkotsu #⇢spirit.art

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teddybeartoji · 8 months

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waiting for him to get out of the shower but it's sosoo late already so you fall asleep in his bed... and his heart MELTS when he finally steps into the room. he doesn't dare wake you up so he gets his boxers as quietly as possible and just gets in the bed with you. he pulls you closer and throws the blanket over the both of you. in your sleep you turn yourself over and he swears he stopped breathing for a minute. you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck and his hands find your waist. he hopes you're having good dreams.

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mikareo · 5 months

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⌗ SEASONS OF LOVE ₊ ˖ ་. a 呪術廻戦 miniseries

“ ࣭⸰ ★ HOPELESS ROMANTIC ; geto x fem reader ⠀ ꒰ . . episode four ! ꒱ . . . word count; 0.9k ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ᯇ leaves are falling, and he is too

⊹ ⠀⠀ with so many love stories on the shelf, geto feels his heart being influenced. if he's going to fall in love with anyone...it's you.

contains; geto suguru x fem reader, university (year 2) au, fluff, swearing, friends to lovers, love triangle

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"suguru how do you expect me to read when my heart is in a million pieces?"

he doesn't think he's ever met a person as dramatic as you are.

"these books can't teach me how to get laid."

it's kind of cute, though. annoying...but cute.

with the november breeze sweeping the leaves from every tree on campus, winter is approaching fast and geto feels like your irritation towards gojo is at an overwhelming high. there really isn't anything he can do about it. after all, he wasn't there when you oh-so-spontaneously confessed your undying love for satoru on halloween; to which you received a brutal rejection...this is why geto doesn't date— especially why he doesn't date in a world run by satoru gojo.

now, geto has done his very best at trying to distract you from the devastating heartbreak that comes with loving his best friend. there have many so many girls before you who've tried to get on with him after being ignored by the white haired boy; which is extremely insulting that any of them thought geto would be an easy target or a second option to satoru. when geto does fall in love, he hopes that it'll be with someone who chooses him first. someone who doesn't even consider their other options and believes that he's the only person in the entire world who can fit with their uneven puzzle piece. clearly, gojo isn't the person to fit with yours.

"maybe you just need to sit down and be silent?" he purses his lips in annoyance, trying his best to focus on the words of poetry and rhyme. poems are the language of love. you could take some advice from these lines. "you're talking so much that you're not even enjoying the book."

you groan. "this book is boring. who the fuck reads poetry for fun?"

um. he does.

the glare he sends your way is intimidating, but also gentle. "what would you like to read instead? since you're such an avid reader?"

his sarcasm is meant to be insulting.

a mischievous smile creeps into the corners of your lips; smile likes yours used to scare him as a child after having seen alice in wonderland one too many times. he never understood the other children's fascination with a purple, talking cat. it's just weird. "how about this one!"

the book your present to him isn't anything he's read before. actually, it's something that he hopes to never read ever. "you're kidding."

"dead serious!"

how is a cheesy romance supposed to make you feel better?

"that's just going to make you feel worse, y'know." he gently takes the book from your hands and shuffles through the pages. with his head nodding along to each words his eyes skim, it's painfully obvious that you're going to read this book imagining the male lead to be satoru. "you have such an active imagination, you'll be heartbroken all over again."

with his words, your smile melts and geto knows he's right. "satoru is a lost cause in the romance department." he explains, scooting a little closer to you and rubbing your knee. the two of you have been seated on the floor of the lovely little bookshop near campus for an hour now. you're practically the only two people in the entire store, which has made this fake date feel a little more real. "i promise that you're better off dating anyone other than him."

you don't move away from the comfort of his palm, and instead lean into it; but your words are in defense of gojo. they always are. you can't seem to find it in your heart to let him go— no matter how awful of a rejection. "he's not a bad guy. he just needs a little help learning how to love."

the look in your eyes is earnest and geto sees that you believe your statements with your whole heart.

"i can be the person to help him learn."

there's no physical tell that you're upset, but he can somehow sense that you're about to cry. maybe it's the way you slightly tensed up with your body rejecting his soft touch or the way your gaze refused to meet his; no matter, he's going to cheer you up anyways. there aren't many people that geto can make smile— but somehow, in the past four months of being your friend (?), you've become the only person he cares to cheer up.

he murmurs your name in the most comforting, gentle voice that anyone's ever spoken to you. "you are the most talented, most interesting, and most extraordinary person in the universe; and you are capable of amazing things—"

"because you are the special. suguru, i've seen the lego movie. you're not being slick." aw man.

your tone of voice is irritated, yet you still laugh. yes, geto knows that might possibly have been the stupidest and cheesiest thing he's done in his whole life, but he doesn't care. he made you smile. him! not satoru. geto suguru made you smile. it's not something he'd win an olympic medal for, though in his mind it's worth more than that. he doesn't know when you became so special to him. he doesn't know how you managed to creep your way into his heart and cause this embarrassing blush to consume his cheeks; and he isn't bothered to figure it out.

he doesn't want to rejoice in your heartbreak...however, there is a tiny part of him that's happy satoru doesn't love you back.

maybe it's finally time suguru gets to be loved.

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hunniez · 3 months

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thinking abt going grocery shopping with geto. like ok maybe I’m just a lovergirl who loves doing simple day to day tasks with my beloved but hear me out like it would be so cute. in your lazy day fits consisting of sweatpants and slides and sweatshirts (you def stole one of his) just strolling through the aisles with eachother, looking up at him puppy dog eyes and pouting trying to convince him to buy your fav snacks, tugging on his sleeve to point out new products or your favorite fruit or ingredients for a recipe you saw online and ohh his heart implodes just looking at your starry eyes and your visible excitement. and when you two are in an aisle alone he def wraps his arms around your waist and presses kisses along your neck and the side of your face while you double check the shopping list to make sure you didn’t forget anything.

#I am a sucker for domesticity #if you couldn’t tell #I was in wegmans thinking abt this LMFAOOO #on the other hand pls dont take geto to costco I think it would acc stress him out #oh! lin speaks: blurb edition #geto suguru #jjk #reader x geto #reader x geto suguru

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paperultra · 7 months

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your love for geto suguru is measured in bodies.

skin over muscle over bone, hands on knees, knees on the floor, cold. thirteen corpses, colder. tongue unmoving, eyes closed, blood still. frozen forever in a state of perfect decay.

to curse users, death is family. you know, intimately, the way it feels in your lungs, the way it settles like a fine dark dust at the end of a struggle. the stench sticks to the back of your throat and tells you that you are home.

suguru presses his face into your neck and breathes out.

you did your best, he says. you did so well.

(this is love returned.)

perhaps there was a time when you loved differently, in the way that he wanted, but you are not your past. you are your present, and this is your only gift. and he accepts it, arms wrapped around you like ribs around an unbeating heart.

your love for geto suguru is measured in bodies.

the first one was yours.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #geto suguru #geto suguru x reader #curse!reader ?? idk they’re dead in some kinda way and it could be metaphorical #a nice horroresque blurb for october hehe

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tayovampr · 9 months

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Veil.

various characters drabble.

( warnings? ) none. ( notes? ) this is a veil! inspired story—you all should check out the manga it’s really good. reader is blind. fem reader. 1950s.

“Can you hold my hand?” She asks softly, her head turning in the direction of the warmth emanating from his body. “It’s getting a bit chilly…”

The taller man looked down at the her, and sure enough, her cheeks were rosy. He could tell that she was getting cold.

“Of course.” He answered, lacing his gloved fingers through hers. “It’ll be easier to direct you if I hold your hand.”

The woman found herself smiling. She liked the feeling of his hands. He often wore gloves—and those were very soft. But, they often warmed up his hands. Of course, she would be wearing her own gloves, but she couldn’t remember the last place she had put them. And they would be far too late if she decided to feel around for them.

“Steps…” The man softly called out, alerting the girl of the changes in their path as they walked.

“Oh, thank you.” The woman responded, the pair returning to comfortable silence once again.

The man peered down at the shorter woman, his eyes gazing at her soft features with loving eyes. When he first saw her, he fell in love with everything about her. Her rosy cheeks, her full lips—which were always adorned in red lipstick, her neat eyebrows and long eyelashes, and her shiny hair that curled just perfectly at the end. Her style of dressing was elegant, and she had looks to rival Marilyn Monroe—he was in awe.

He often found himself staring at her, a fact that she has pointed out to him numerous times. But he can’t help it, I mean she was so beautiful it’ll be crazy not to notice her.

When these two first met, it was in the corridors of their apartment building. She was a newcomer who had just moved into the room directly across from his.

The man didn’t really get along with his neighbors—and it wasn’t as if he really tried too. He always left early in the morning for his job and came back late at night. It wasn’t very often for him to run into people.

But then he met her.

She was gentle, like a small animal, and had a refined air to her. He could tell she grew up wealthy and in a stable household. She also seemed touchy. He would notice how she would graze her hands along the walls as she walked, and for the first few weeks she always had someone by her side, whispering into her ear.

A maid he presumed.

But why? Why would someone like her live in such a modest area? She seemed to stand out…and this seemed like a downgrade in his eyes.

One day, the man finally got the answers to his question.

In the lifts at half past twelve, he met her. They were the only two inside at the time, since it was quite literally midnight.

The woman immediately knew when the man stepped inside, since she could sense his presence. The scent of pine seemed to waft into the lift. A slight hint of musk and smoke covering his body. That was how she knew it was a man.

Although her history with men was troubled, she didn’t immediately go on alert. He seemed familiar somehow…

“You seem familiar…” She speaks out, her face turning in the direction of his scent. “Do I know you from somewhere?”

The man, who was already giving her his full attention nods, unaware that she couldn’t see him. “Oh, well that may be because I’m your neighbor. Directly across from you…”

The woman let’s out a gasp, covering her mouth his her hand, face morphing into shock. “No wonder!” She exclaimed, memories of walking to her door and getting faint smells of his scent.

The man chuckled at her reaction. He thought her mannerisms were cute.

“Ah, you must have been expecting me to introduce myself—I am terribly sorry!” The woman said anxiously, causing the man to wave his hands in disagreement.

“No worries…I should be the one to introduce myself. But you see, I’m rarely home so I never got the chance…” The man began to think that this lift ride was especially longer than usual. But whatever the reason he was thankful.

“Oh?”

“It’s because of my job, I often have to stay out late…” The man finishes, scratching his head bashfully.

“I think it’s wonderful you have a job. I don’t work myself…” The woman responded. The man let out a knowing grunt. He sort of knew she probably didn’t work. It did seem like she had no issue getting money. But one thing did stand out to him…

“You must be very tired…”

“Hmm?”

“Well I mean, it may be dark but aren’t your eyes closed right now?”

The woman thoughtfully scratches her chin before softly smiling.

“Well if I open them, I wouldn’t be able to see anything—so I rather keep them closed.”

It was then the man finally understood, and all the pieces of the puzzles clicked in his mind.

“Ah! I’m terribly sorry for—”

“No need to be sorry, I never mentioned it.” The woman interrupted his apology, a forlorn expression crossing her face for a quick moment.

The doors of the lift finally opened, letting them know that they have arrived at their floor. Unexpectedly, the woman extended her hands towards the man.

“Well, would you be so kind as to walk me back to my room sir?” She asked, a mischievous look on her face. The man was stunned—but he assumed it was just the darkness tampering with his vision.

“Of course, then we shall go over introductions on the way…”

“That sounds lovely…”

#tayovampr #ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧˚#optional male lead #drabbles #blurbs #reblogs appreciated #geto suguru x reader #isagi yoichi x reader #Ikemen leonardo x reader #ikemen leonardo #jjk x reader #various characters #bsd x reader #bllk x reader #csm x reader #ikemen vampire x reader

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