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ღ Jealous!Suguru who at first seems nonchalant about the fact that another man was flirting with you. It doesn’t seem to bother him, but truth be told, his ego’s hurt.

ღ Jealous!Suguru who, as soon as you get home, has his hands all over you and kisses you like he has to convince you no one would make a better lover than he, bumping against furniture trying to make his way to the bedroom.

ღ Jealous!Suguru has you unclothed and pushed on the bed in no time. He has to have you now. Not just to prove to you that he’s the better option, but also to prove to himself that there is no other for you. But, he likes to tease you for as long as possible until neither of you can stand it any longer.

ღ Jealous!Suguru’s thrusts are merciless, deep and fast, having you scream his name in no time. He usually likes to have you in missionary, where he can see all your facial expressions. But when his jealousy takes over, he wants you face down, ass up. He likes to push your face further down into the mattress, muffling your pathetic moans, while his other arm holds your hips in place.

ღ Jealous!Suguru’s aftercare is top tier though. He worships your body, kissing every spot that makes you melt into the mattress, whispering praises against your skin. He makes sure you’re cleaned up, and asks if he wasn’t too rough. Maybe he was, but you secretly like it like that.

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a/n: this is not proofread whoops

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geto suguru you were too beautiful too cunty too gorgeous too ravishing too irresistible too bewitching they had to kill you

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Geto Suguru:

Clay and Quiet — A Geto Suguru oneshot ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

Nanami Kento:

Nanami bf headcanons

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Liv, she/her, 20, pisces, infp, English lit student and parttime bookseller

Likes: books!!, fictional men, kpop, dancing, blueberry muffins, writing, crocheting, studio ghibli, walks in nature

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Welcome to my page! I’m Liv, she/her and 20 y/o. Here you’ll find mostly fanfics, and sometimes other musings. My requests are always open💕 I mainly write for JJK for now, but maybe I’ll dabble in some other fandoms in the future! I write fluff, but sometimes I like to switch it up with nsfw content (minors dni). Below are some links for navigation! (In progress)

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kento sits cross-legged on the living room floor, his back straight as always, though there's a softness to his posture that only comes when he's with her. your daughter—small, determined, a bundle of focused energy—stands behind him on the couch, tongue sticking out in concentration as she arranges a parade of tiny pastel bows in his blond hair.

he doesn't move, not even when a comb snags or her little fingers tug a bit too hard. he only hums quietly, eyes closed, patient as ever. every now and then, he hears her giggle, delighted at her own handiwork.

"daddy, stay still!" she scolds, slipping a sparkly pink bow just above his ear.

"i am, darling," he replies, his deep voice gentle. "you're doing an excellent job."

she beams, threading another ribbon through a lock of his hair. you watch from the doorway, heart swelling at the sight—kento, the man who shoulders the weight of the world without complaint, now a living canvas for a child's joy and imagination.

when she finally finishes, she scrambles around to face him, clapping her hands. "you look pretty, daddy!"

kento opens his eyes and gives her a small, warm smile. "thank you, sweetheart. i think i look my best when you help."

she hugs him fiercely, bows and all, and he wraps his arms around her, closing his eyes again—not with exhaustion this time, but with quiet, perfect contentment.

A/N: for @gojover :)

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Clay and Quiet — A Geto Suguru oneshot ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

: ̗̀➛ Synopsis: You and Suguru have been casual friends for some time, but one pottery class might change everything…

: ̗̀➛ Pairing: Geto Suguru x gn!reader

: ̗̀➛ Wc: 664

: ̗̀➛ Tw: none!

It was quiet in the pottery atelier, safe for the sound of laughter coming from a table in the middle of the sunlit room. You had been nagging Suguru to make pottery with you for weeks, and he finally gave in last week. “But just so you know,” he said, “I’m only doing this because I need a distraction from everything.”

You didn’t really care why he budged, all that mattered is that you finally got to spend some one-on-one time with him. The instructor had left you alone to your own devices after a careful explanation of the pottery process, and at first, it actually seemed like Suguru was taking this seriously. Of course, you should’ve known, his demeanor would soon change and he’d turn into his usual goofball self. As soon as the instructor left the room, he struck your work, clay splattering on the ground.

“Hey! What the hell was that for?!”

“Nothing” he said with the biggest smile, just to taunt you. He always had this way to get under your skin. But it felt oddly good.

“Great, now I have to start over again,” you groan and put your head in your hands, accidentally getting clay on your face.

“Wait, let me help.” He got up from his place and kneeled down beside you. Heat spread from your toes to your head at how close he was. He grabbed a piece of clay and lay it on the table in front of you. “I can fix it myself, you know?” You tried to sound as nonchalant as possible, but the slight voice crack probably gave you away.

“I know,” he said with an absolute coolness to it, like his proximity wasn’t a big deal. Because it was a big deal. To you at least. His fingers carefully gave shape to the blob of clay, like a modern day Prometheus, giving life to the lifeless form.

“I know i said I would help you, but I won’t make the thing for you.” He chuckles at you when you don’t immediately respond. “Here, give me your hands.” He places your hands on the clay and lays his hands on top of yours, his biceps slightly flexing as he adjusts his position. A blush creeps up your cheeks and you look the other way. If you hadn’t, you would have noticed that he too, was a little red in the face. His big, veiny hands are firm on yours, making your already hot skin scorching.

For a moment, the room is filled with silence. Not an uncomfortable one, though. It’s a silence that feels as natural as breathing. As natural as the beating of two hearts, synching up, becoming one.

Matter of fact, whose heartbeat are you hearing now? You turn your head to look at him and are instantly met with his eyes locking in on yours. Your breath catches in your throat. The way the stray hairs fall around his face, the sunlight that’s reflected in his eyes, the bobbing of his Adam’s apple. Everything about him is like he was sculpted by the gods themselves.

Then he looks away.

He clears his throat. “I think it’s done.”

Brought back to the present, you look down at the former formless piece of clay, now a small vase.

“It actually looks decent,” you manage to mutter. A low rumble erupts from his throat, and you look at him quizzically.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, just that it was more fun than I expected it to be.”

The instructor comes back and just before the vase is put in the oven, Suguru stamps your initials on the bottom of the vase.

No further words were needed. This quiet display of devotion was enough to understand that whatever it is you’re feeling, he felt it too.

The vase becomes not just a fond memory of the time you spent together, but also a symbol for how you two were ‘molded’ together that day. The vase stands on the windowsill, patiently anticipating the next time it will be filled with Suguru’s handpicked flower bouquets for you.

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Nanami bf headcanons

F. reader, est. relationship, sfw

A/N: hey pookies!!! First post here, pls enjoy :)

۶ৎ Wants to spend as much time with you as possible, but understands both of you need your time alone as well. He’d still check up on you regularly, probably calling you rather than texting, because he loves to hear your voice.

۶ৎ Has a special drawer for you at his place with everything you could possibly need. Clothes? Check. Skincare? Double check. Pads? Yep, those too. Literally name it, and he has it ready for you.

۶ৎ He’d most likely cook for you, no matter how exhausted he is (unless you offer ofc). But if you specifically planned you’d come over after work, this man would still prep a three course meal, because you are just that special. And especially if you’re sick or on your period, he will make sure you’re fed first and foremost. Doesn’t matter if he’s had an excruciating day at work, he will take care of you. Period.

۶ৎ If you’re ever in trouble or out late and lost in some sketchy neighbourhood, he’ll be there in an instant. Normally he’s a law abiding citizen, but for you he’d go over speed limits. He can’t bear if anything ever happened to you.

۶ৎ He’s the type of person to not want to bother anyone with his thoughts and emotions, so he tends to keep to himself. Unless you notice something’s wrong and ask him directly, he won’t ever tell you. But when he does open up to you, he doesn’t leave anything out. It’s not that he’s uncomfortable with vulnerability, it’s just that he feels like he has to be the stronger person all the time (pls give him a hug).

۶ৎ If you send him memes or TikTok’s, just know he most likely won’t understand the humour. He’s a YouTube shorts kinda guy, he’s at least 5 years behind on pop culture references (bless his heart). He really does try to understand though!!