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Talks of kidnapping
Kitsune!Suguru who has never believed in a higher power before. He knows that spirits exist but nothing other than that. He couldn’t help but laugh when others brought up the notion of a person in the sky who could see your every movement.
Kistsune!Suguru who had scoffed when someone had been talking about a saint who was sent by god himself and could heal the sick. It was pure nonsense that someone could heal others, especially humans.
Kitsune!Suguru who climbs the mountain to the monastery where the supposed saint is. He needs to disprove this myth that people are peddling. Not for others, of course, but for his own gain. Maybe he could pick up his they are pretending to heal people and use it to his advantage.
Kitsune!Suguru who is sceptical when he sees you. He had expected someone much older than you. Someone whose hair has gone white and looks like a sage. But you are completely different from what he expected.
A white kimono is draped over your body and a veil over your face. He feels slightly irritated that your face is hidden from him. The only parts of you he can see are the lower half of your face, your hands and a sliver of collar bone.
Kitsune!Suguru who lets you touch him willingly when you ask. He was never a fan of touch let alone from humans but yours has a calming quality to it.
“What ails you?” Your voice rings out like a bell in the large room.
“My leg.” Suguru answers bluntly, waiting for you to give some sort of tell that you were faking your abilities.
Kitsune!Suguru who is proven wrong as the leg he had injured himself was put back into place. He stares at you in pure disbelief as your hand warms his and your brows scrunch in concentration. His leg is fully healed when you look back up at him with a kind smile.
“Is there anything else that hurts?” You say sweetly to him.
Suguru is tempted to break his leg again to make you heal it. Your light and warmth is addicting. He needs more. His mind thinks of all the ways he could steal you away from here to keep your light all to himself. It would be so easy to get past those monks. Suguru wants more of this new found heavenly light he has found in you, he wants more of you.
And he will do anything to get it.
Talks of kidnapping
Kitsune!Suguru who has never believed in a higher power before. He knows that spirits exist but nothing other than that. He couldn’t help but laugh when others brought up the notion of a person in the sky who could see your every movement.
Kistsune!Suguru who had scoffed when someone had been talking about a saint who was sent by god himself and could heal the sick. It was pure nonsense that someone could heal others, especially humans.
Kitsune!Suguru who climbs the mountain to the monastery where the supposed saint is. He needs to disprove this myth that people are peddling. Not for others, of course, but for his own gain. Maybe he could pick up his they are pretending to heal people and use it to his advantage.
Kitsune!Suguru who is sceptical when he sees you. He had expected someone much older than you. Someone whose hair has gone white and looks like a sage. But you are completely different from what he expected.
A white kimono is draped over your body and a veil over your face. He feels slightly irritated that your face is hidden from him. The only parts of you he can see are the lower half of your face, your hands and a sliver of collar bone.
Kitsune!Suguru who lets you touch him willingly when you ask. He was never a fan of touch let alone from humans but yours has a calming quality to it.
“What ails you?” Your voice rings out like a bell in the large room.
“My leg.” Suguru answers bluntly, waiting for you to give some sort of tell that you were faking your abilities.
Kitsune!Suguru who is proven wrong as the leg he had injured himself was put back into place. He stares at you in pure disbelief as your hand warms his and your brows scrunch in concentration. His leg is fully healed when you look back up at him with a kind smile.
“Is there anything else that hurts?” You say sweetly to him.
Suguru is tempted to break his leg again to make you heal it. Your light and warmth is addicting. He needs more. His mind thinks of all the ways he could steal you away from here to keep your light all to himself. It would be so easy to get past those monks. Suguru wants more of this new found heavenly light he has found in you, he wants more of you.
And he will do anything to get it.
Saint!Reader: I know you killed that man!
And Kitsune!Suguru just sitting there like:
bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements
My Journey to Escape the War in Gaza
My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.
The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.
Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.
I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.
Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.
I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.
Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.
Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.
Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.
Vetted by @gazavetters
Suguru believes that you need to be enveloped in his arms just as much as a newborn kitten needs to be swaddled in warm fuzzy blankets
I have been thinking about the dress Taylor Swift wore to the 2025 Grammys so have this drabble.
Satoru likes seeing you in blue. The color is beautiful on you (so is every color but he already knows that) and every time he sees you in it his heart beats out of his chest like he is seeing you for the first time.
So when you stepped into his view in a little blue dress, his heart stops. His six eyes are all on you and the dress you are wearing. The sloping neckline, the draped fabric on the left side of the skirt. But the most striking part was the small ‘S’ charm on your right thigh.
His hands twitch with the urge to touch every inch of you. Satoru crosses the room in quick strides to you. His arms circle you around you- pulling you into his chest.
“Do you like it?” You ask with a laugh at his sudden clingyness.
“Your beautiful baby.” He smiles down at you, “but it would look better on my floor.”
You scoff good naturedly and push him away. He doesn’t budge and nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck to smell your perfume.
“Marry me.” He says into your skin.
“We are already married Satoru.” You remind him.
“Marry me again.” Satoru counters you, his face out of your neck, his eyes locked on yours.
His brain melts as he sees the curve of your smile.
“As long as you don’t make it extravagant, I am not going to be put in that many layers again for a long time.” You relent and kiss him.
“We can go get divorced,” Satoru says and presses a quick peck to your lips, “then get married again.”
“Can we go on this date before we get divorced?” You ask.
“You drive a hard bargain!” He pouts.
“Yes, but you love me.” You laugh.
Satoru’s grin widens, “Yeah, I do don’t I?”
So I am currently working on my Satosugu fix-it fic and watching the chapter count climb higher then crying over it.
Sorry for the inactivity long fic wise but I am currently working on like four wips at once right now lol
Me when I have to finish the fic I wanted to do in the first place:
“babyyyy,” gojo whines, phone pressed to his face as you hear the crinkle of hospital-grade paper beneath him. “I think they stole my bones.”
“…your bones, satoru?”
“yes. the ones in my face. my jaw? gone. cheeks? hollow. I am but a shell of a man.”
he’s high as a kite, clearly. still in the dentist’s chair, judging by the background noise — also by how you can hear yaga not-so-quietly telling the nurse to sedate him, not the swelling.
“are you now?” you coo, smiling as you sink back into the couch. “how’s my brave little soldier?”
he pulls the phone back, and — oh. oh, he looks ridiculous. his hair’s flattened on one side, cheeks swollen, sunglasses crooked, and someone’s drawn a smiley face on the gauze tucked into his mouth.
“they took ‘em,” he says dramatically. “took my wisdoms. said I had too many.”
“you had four. that’s the normal amount.”
he blinks. “what if I needed those for kissing?”
“you don’t use wisdom teeth to kiss.”
“you don’t know that,” he says, with the conviction of a man who absolutely does not know. “also. can we get milkshakes?”
“did they say you could have one?”
“not right now,” he admits. “but I wanna watch you drink.” he squints at you through the camera, gaze slipping lower. perv. “you’re soooo good at it.”
“okay, ‘toru.”
he slumps further into the chair, wearing the softest, dopiest expression — like he just realized you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him. you are.
“‘m gonna marry you.”
“we’ll revisit that when you’re off those drugs.”
“we’re gonna have milkshake babies.”
“sure we are.”
he smiles, droopy and dazed. “I’ll always be in love with you, babe. even without my bones.”
“you still have your bones, satoru.”
“did you check?”
“I’m hanging up.”
you hear a rustle — followed by a loud thud.
“did you just fall out of the chair?”
a pause. then: “…no.”
you sigh, already slipping on your shoes.
“behave. I’m coming to get you.”
“bring a spoon,” he mumbles, “so you can feed me like a baby bird. and your face. miss your face.”
“you’re lucky you’re cute, satoru.”
Dirty little Secret mood board <3
Suguru Geto would love a clumsy partner- especially Yandere!Suguru- not because he wants you to trip or anything.
No, he likes to guide you through crowded places. His hand will settle on the small of your back or he will hold your hand as you two walk through the streets of Tokyo.
It means a lot to him to have you trust him enough to let him guide you. Suguru feels needed when you let him take the lead. He backs off if you want him to but it makes him melt to see you trusting him.
Suguru loves it when you lean on him.
I have been released from containment (work) and will be wrecking havoc (liking all my mutual’s posts)
popular! satoru x artist! reader hcs <3
cw: fluff !!! she/her reader (sorry males 🙁🫶), she's also implied to be sorta loser/not popular-ish, intentional lowercase, might be corny, sorry !!!! NOT proofread because ik ill cringe, im still new to this, please dont shoot me
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popular boyfriend satoru ! who asks you to be his girlfriend via that one trend where you paint each other then show each other the results at the end of the date, except his canvas just said: “will you be my girlfriend?” in bold, pink letters with hearts drawn all around.
(though his proposal was cut short when he saw your canvas, by far the most beautiful portrayal of him he's ever seen. he cherishes that painting.)
popular boyfriend satoru ! who's your number one supporter and BIGGEST fan, no matter what. seriously, you once went through old sketchbooks with him and he was in awe for every one of them, insisting you show him the ones you would immediately try to hide while chanting; ‘if you made it, it'll be beautiful no matter what!’.
popular boyfriend satoru ! who, despite obsessing over your art saying it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, thinks no art could compare to your beauty.
popular boyfriend satoru ! who spends 37% of his time admiring your art, and the other 63% admiring you.
popular boyfriend satoru ! who brags about his beautiful, gorgeous, perfectly perfect, angelic, god send of a girlfriend- (his words, not mine.) -fo all his friends, and secretly sneaks some of your artwork, (the same artwork that you insisted was awful.), into his school bag to show his friends, but keeps your identity a secret since he knows how you feel about large amounts of attention and crowds.
popular boyfriend satoru ! who's tried picking up art multiple times just so the both of you could have one more thing in common, but each and every time was quickly humbled and shown that you truly are the artist of the relationship.
“is that a donkey on an airplane..?”
“...it was supposed to be pikachu.”
popular boyfriend satoru ! who adores watching you draw. that pretty look on your face when you're all focused, the way your eyebrows knit together when you're doing the small details, how you subconsciously mirror the facial expressions of the characters you draw and how cute you look getting all embarrassed when he calls it out.
popular boyfriend satoru ! who has tried to pay you for art commissions. multiple times.
“please, babe? it would look so good on my wall!”
“satoru, for the last time, you can have it, but i don't want your money! stop shoving your cash in my face!”
popular boyfriend satoru ! who shoves a couple hundred dollar bills in your bag when you aren't looking. what? it's not like he needs it, he's rich after all!
popular boyfriend satoru ! who always finds it so odd when people ask why he's dating someone like you, because a: they don't even know who ‘you’ are and have just inferred you're a loser based on how he talks about you, and b: even if they did know, how could he not fall in love with you?
popular boyfriend satoru ! who you have completely wrapped around your finger, and you hardly even realize it.
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( a/n : they're so cute i lub them )
pairing – gojo x oblivious!reader
a/n : short drabble based on this ask :3 , i am always humbling reader in my fics so let's make him grovel here to make it fair :3
7:42 AM.
the little bell above your diner's door chimes, and like clockwork, he's here.
the morning sun slants through the wide glass windows, casting long golden streaks across the checkered floor. the scent of fresh bread lingers in the air, mingling with the faint hum of an old jukebox playing some soft, jazzy tune. satoru gojo steps in like he owns the place—like he owns every space he walks into—moving with that effortless arrogance of a man who’s never been told ‘no’ and actually believed it.
his sunglasses dangle from the collar of his crisp white shirt, his sleeves rolled up just enough to tease at lean forearms, veins faintly visible beneath his skin. there's a playful ruffle in his snowy hair, like he just ran a careless hand through it, and the slight crook of his lips makes it very clear he’s in one of his moods. outside, the world is still waking up, but here, in this tiny corner of the city, satoru gojo is already in full swing.
but the real kicker? the grin. that goddamn grin, lazy and lopsided, as if he already knows he's won a game you didn't even know you were playing. it's the kind of smile that should come with a warning label—dangerous, reckless, prone to making your stomach flip if you’re not careful.
you shoot him a bright smile, already reaching for his usual. “morning, satoru! long night?”
he leans against the counter, the wood creaking under his weight, eyes locked onto yours with the kind of intensity that should set something on fire. “awful. i spent hours thinking about something. couldn't sleep a wink.”
your brows furrow slightly, fingers wrapping around a tall glass as you place his usual drink in front of him. “oh no! work stuff?”
he takes a slow sip of his chocolate malt milkshake—extra whipped cream, just the way he likes it—his lips curving around the straw in an infuriatingly slow manner. his gaze never wavers. “you stuff, actually.”
you gasp, absolutely touched. “satoru! that's so sweet! i had no idea you liked my cooking that much.”
his fingers tighten ever so slightly around the cold glass. a lesser man would fold right then and there, but satoru gojo? delusional.
he chuckles, low and smooth, tilting his head as his voice drops to that slow, deliberate drawl. “i do like your food, but i was thinking more about the woman behind the counter. the one with the cute apron and the even cuter smile.”
your eyes light up, and for a second—just one, fleeting second—his heart leaps. this is it. she finally—
“oh my god, you mean—mika?! yeah, she’s great! she only works the afternoon shift, though. i can give you her number if you want?”
satoru's soul ascends. and it's not in the good way.
“no,” he says, voice tight, and it takes everything in him not to cry-laugh into his milkshake. “i meant you, sweetheart.”
your lips part slightly, like the thought has never even occurred to you. "me?"
“you,” he repeats, a little more desperate now, like a man clinging to a lifeline in stormy waters. “c’mon, don’t tell me you’ve never noticed how much i like you.”
you blink once. then twice. then— “aw, satoru!” you beam, placing a warm hand over his much larger one, your fingers barely covering the span of his knuckles. “i like you too!”
his breath hitches.
“you're such a great friend!”
the moment stretches, hangs in the air like a thread about to snap. satoru doesn’t blink. doesn’t breathe. somewhere in the distance, a car honks, a cup clatters, life moves on.
but then you squeeze his hand—soft, warm, devastatingly innocent—and flash him a smile so radiant he nearly forgets the last ten seconds ever happened.
“here! on the house today,” you say, sliding a small plate of fluffy cream puffs toward him. the golden shells glisten under the morning light, filled to the brim with silky vanilla custard and dusted with a light sprinkle of powdered sugar. “something sweet for someone just as sweet!”
…he’s never been more in love in his entire life.
Thinking about Outlaw!Yuki who brings back things for you from her gang’s raids.
Anything that she thinks you might like is taken and presented to you with all the air of a supplicant before a Queen. Yuki spoils you so much and all you have to do in return is look pretty and maybe give her a kiss here and there. Out of everything she has brought back for you, your favourite was Nobara.
Yuki had found the girl abandoned in the town square. She had been so scared and maybe Yuki really did have a spark of maternal instinct. She had picked the girl up by her collar, like a kitten being picked up by scruff of its neck by its mother, and put her on her horse. The girl had kicked and hit her the entire way back. She recognises the same fight Yuki had when she was younger.
You had scolded her for thirty minutes when she presented Nobara to you like a wet cat. But soon enough you were mothering Nobara as if she was your own.
Yuki thinks that you guys make a good little family.
CW- obsession, stalking, implied murder
Saint!Reader who is raised in a monastery after their healing abilities are discovered. They are kept away from the rest of world and hidden deep in the inner recesses of the monastery. The monks are not the most talkative company so they mostly keep to themselves when they aren’t healing people.
Saint!Reader who heals a wounded man that came to the monastery. His violet eyes are sceptical as you press your finger tips lightly to his right leg. You don’t mind his scepticism, many people doubt that you have an ability to heal but they are quickly proven wrong.
When his leg is healed his eyes are wide with disbelief. You just smile at his shocked expression and ask him if anything else hurts. He just shakes his head and walks out.
Saint!Reader who after that day feels eyes on them at random times of the day. It is an uncomfortable feeling that you bring up to the head monk. He reassures you that you will always be safe if you are in the walls of the monastery. The old sigils in its walls are designed to keep out spirits or demons.
You feel safer after that conversation.
Saint!Reader who sees a man with the same violet eyes and black hair from before, but in monk robes this time. They suit him and you can’t help but stare at him. He introduces himself to you as Suguru Geto.
The two of you get along very well.
Apparently before he came here he travelled the world. He has been all over and tells you stories about the places he has been. It is very different from what you have always known so you are always asking for stories. And Suguru always indulges you with a fond smile.
Saint!Reader who is devastated after the Head Monk goes missing. He had practically raised you himself so to find him gone one day sends you spiralling. You pray for his return every day but as the days roll on a new head monk is chosen.
Suguru, despite only being there for a few months, is chosen as the new head monk. He understands your feelings and holds you as you cry. His calm demeanour helps you through the mourning period. It is hard to pull yourself out of your grief but when you do, Suguru is by your side.
He won’t ever let you be alone again
Cowboy Like Me - Preview
Summary - You and Yuki were inseparable as children, practically attached at the hip since the two of you met. But childhood can’t last forever.
When a marriage proposal is given to your Father he accepts it to help pay off his gambling debts. You are sent off to your Aunt’s house to prepare for your upcoming marriage, leaving Yuki behind. After you come back to find her gone and her family’s farm in ash.
Many years after Yuki’s disappearance an outlaw comes to town with the same golden hair and eyes you could drown in. Is she the same person?
If so, do you both still fit together the same way as you once did?
Pairing - Outlaw!Yuki x Reader
Content - Hurt/comfort, afab!reader, fluff, angst, death, 1800s time period (all the issues that come with that), prostitution, sexism, talks of underage marriage, alcoholism
The door to the house they are raiding last is wide open and she walks through like she owns the place. The family here seems to have already fled, probably because of the rumors that her gang was coming to this town next.
She looks around the house and her eyes catch on an emerald green dress. It is rumpled on the wooden floor so they must have dropped it on the way out and not deemed it important enough to come back for.
Yuki picks up the dress to look at it. She is reminded of a life that feels like a hundred years ago. She remembers meeting you for the first time, your anxious excitement as she showed you around the farm. She throws it over her shoulder and continues looking for whatever she can find.
When she gets to the bedroom door and sees a bed empty of linens. The window is open and the curtains flap in the wind. But the closet still has some clothes and she walks over in interest.
A turquoise blue dress is nestled in between pairs of pants and shirts. She grabs the new clothes and the dress. A hope small in her chest that she may see you in something similar if she sees you again.
Yuki needs to stop being so sentimental.
Okay so the Yandere!Suguru fic doesn’t have a name yet so ‘Saint’ will be the specific tag for the drabbles.
Preview for this coming tomorrow! 🤭
You and Yuki had grown up together.
Her father had a thriving farm and supplied most of the town with food. She was brought up under her mother’s care and guidance but always had that rebellious streak. It was cute in the beginning but soon she was uncontrollable, the exact opposite of what a lady should be. So her mother had the idea to introduce the two of you at the age of ten.
Both of your mothers, who were old friends, had hoped to bring you out of your shell and to give Yuki a proper friend besides the cattle on the farm. You were a shy little thing and Yuki was wide eyed and curious. So she had poked and prodded you out of your shell.
After that the two of you were inseparable, neither of you were seen without the other. You got more confidence but Yuki still was as wild as ever. She would drag you out of your embroidery lessons into the fields and creek that ran through it. You would come back with mud on the hem of your skirts and a wide smile on your face.
You spent six wonderful years with her but not all good things last.
You turned sixteen and a marriage offer came your way. It was crushing because you wouldn’t be able to see Yuki that much anymore. But the kicker was that your parents were sending you to live your Aunt back east for a year to “ready” you for the marriage.
Tears had filled your eyes as Yuki rode her horse beside the train to send you off, tears running down her cheeks and a sad grin on her face. Oh what you would give to stay in her arms for even just a minute longer.
The year was long and hard, your Aunt was an unforgiving woman. Summer turned to fall then winter then into spring then finally summer again.
Soon you were stepping off the train onto the platform to see your mother. She looked so relieved to see you but the black dress she wore and the red under her eyes told a different story.
“What happened Mama?” You ask panic welling up in you.
“The Tsukumo farm burned to the ground two weeks ago, they are all dead.”
You had ran all the way up the path to that farm, tripping over your skirts multiple times to get there. Your heart had shattered upon seeing the charred remains of the farm you had practically grew up on.
The only thing that you found of Yuki was a small necklace with a heart shaped pendant. Holding it to your chest you feel both a sense of loss and hope.
Because if her body isn’t here then maybe she made it out of the fire somehow.
two's trouble geto x f!reader x clone!geto
"who the fuck is he?"
or maybe, what would be more accurate.
he looked like your boyfriend. had all the same little mannerisms. the crooked smile. the glint in his eyes. he even sounded the same, the soft purr of your name and warm hum when he wrapped his muscular arms around you.
except - your real boyfriend had just walked through the door, unfazed and unbothered by (his twin? doppelganger? duplicate?) whatever he was, currently cuddled up to you.
"me," geto casually shrugged, his back to you and rummaging through the fridge as if this really was your average Thursday and there weren't two of him - and the one that wasn't him was slipping a cold palm inside your shirt, tracing up your waist and teasing against the edge of your bra.
"excuse me?" you squeaked, cheeks burning as your boyfriend that wasn't really your boyfriend leaned down to softly kiss your neck.
"you're always complaining that you're home by yourself when I'm on missions," he shrugged, like it was an answer in-and-of itself. like he hadn't just fucking cloned himself to keep you company.
"and?"
"now you have a second me," he hummed, grabbing a snack from the top shelf and rubbing the exhaustion from his eyes. he didn't even acknowledge the other him sucking wet spots across your collarbone. just pressed a short kiss to your forehead before walking over to the couch. "problem solved."
something hard pressed into your ass.
how long would it take him to realize he created a brand new one?
The Wildflower Fields
Lavender
Saint - Kitsune!Geto x Saint!Reader
Fic growing 🌱
Multi
The Tarot Deck - Multiple Characters x Reader
Masterlist growing 🌱
Wisteria is my favorite flower and your blog is beautiful! A garden as a table of contents is genius!!
Thank you!! 💕
I love flowers so it was fun to make the masterlist and pick out different flowers for each character I write for!
The sad thing is that in real life I can’t keep plants alive 🥲 so a flower themed blog is the closest I will get to having a large garden!
Have a flower for your ask! 🪻
Here is the link to the original drabble post
The Greenhouse
Suguru Geto
Hades!Geto
Detective!Geto x Serial killer!Reader
Yandere!Geto
Satoru Gojo
Clan leader!Gojo
Nerdjo
Fanboy!Gojo
Little blue dress
Ryomen Sukuna
Demon!Sukuna
Yuki Tsukumo
Outlaw!Yuki
The Hanging Garden
Lavender
Pomegranate seeds- Hades!Geto x reader
Masterlist
Love magic and other things gone wrong - Geto x Witch!Reader
One-shot
Forget-me-nots
Labyrinth - Dionysus!Gojo x reader
One-shot
Dirty little Secret - Guitarist!Geto x Singer!reader x Fanboy!Gojo
Setlist
Poppies
Heaven is here- if you want it - Demon!Sukuna x reader
One-shot
Sunflowers
Cowboy Like Me - Outlaw!Yuki x reader
Part 1
Blue’s Gardens
“…with freedom, books, flowers and the moon, who could not be happy?” -Oscar Wilde
Intro- Blue, 20, Asexual Lesbian
Who I write for- Suguru Geto, Satoru Gojo, Yuki Tsukumo, Shoko Ieri and Utahime Iori
Rules
- 18+ plz! I write about adult topics so I don’t want minors interacting with my content
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cw: suggestive (sucking suguboobs), some descriptions of suguru's chest, reader is a described as small but no further physical descriptions of body or features, gn!reader
suguru and tiny fae!reader sucking on his chest
what if you latch yourself onto his chest and just suckle away at it. slowly beginning to make a habit of it, and suguru would not not try to temp you. infact, the the opposite is true. he wears his robes looser around his chest, or shirts a few sizes too small, holding you close to his chest and often placing you there to rest when he sits or lays down.
from the beginning, you'd had a fascination with them, they had lured you, not quite seduction. its nothing sexual really, its an attraction more innocent than that. they're beckoning you towards them, drawing you in. it's inviting. intimate.
the smooth tan skin of his chest, decorated generously by the beauty marks scattered there now accompanied by little faint red marks by your teeth and tongue. his pretty plump nipples in stiffened to little peaks, pushing against the fabrics of his clothes (they're more sensitive than you'd have guessed, and while you'd like to take all the credit it would be far from the full truth)
sometimes he'll hold you there, sitting on your knees in the palms of his hand as you suck away at his chest, nibbling a little too. for good measure. sometimes you'll just run yourself face first into his soft though firm chest and attach on to him by any means possible, fisting his robes or his hair.
suguru would let you stay there as long as you'd like, eyes closed and a little bit of spit spilling from the corner of your mouth. you look so happy and peaceful, he could never dream of disturbing that.
he likes to pretend it doesn't effect him, that it's all for your enjoyment.
when his head laid back against the soft pillows of his bed and your laying on your belly on top of him, suckling away. you're so eager today, your little face wrinkled with focus and determination. his skin shines from your saliva and there are little nail marks on his skin, you're holding on for dear life all the while drawing the prettiest breathiest sounds from his parted lips.
Hi there,
I’m reaching out with a quiet hope in my heart. These days are heavy, and my family is living through a reality filled with uncertainty—but I’m still here, doing my best to hold on and keep going.
If you have a moment, please check out my pinned post.
A simple share could help it reach someone who might be able to make a difference.
If you’re able to give, even the smallest kindness can bring light into the darkest places.
Your time, your voice, your compassion — it all matters more than you know.
With deep gratitude,
@nadinfamily
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I know that for Dirty Little secret I made the band read and Suguru are in as like a rock band.
But I am listening to One direction while writing and vibing :)