sugurusladyknightt

[sugurusladyknightt]

prince satoru has made its way into my notebook . please stand by

[sugurusladyknightt]

This some @sugurusladyknightt behavior if i ever seen any

[sugurusladyknightt]

i love talking to older women so much

[sugurusladyknightt]

@sugurusladyknightt x suguru geto||knight x knight

“It’s June after all and you’re young till September.”

[sugurusladyknightt]

PUPPY AWWWWWWWWWWW

the biggest shinest eyes :(((

[sugurusladyknightt]

shield your eyes if you aren't princess hazel

(a handsome nae with blood on her face for you :>)

https://www.tumblr.com/thefangsharpener/687768383331106816?source=share

this immediately made me think of you, my lady knight 🙂‍↕️

prettiest princess hazel is thinking of me. i have won at life .

also. i cannot see the post 🧌 i fear it may have been deleted </3

[sugurusladyknightt]

prince satoru who has you tag along to all his little side quests (it's your job) and he's so giddy imagining you're on a cutesy date together

[sugurusladyknightt]

i wish you could put multiple cuts in a post so it feels like playing with russian dolls as you read

[sugurusladyknightt]

[sugurusladyknightt]

💡.

[sugurusladyknightt]

time for the mia moot rite of passage

MIA LORE DROP!!!!

I was brought into fanfiction by my Thomas brodie sangster obsession.

When i was a teen, i was so OBSESSED with him, it started out with me just looking at photos of him to coming across a picture of him with the caption "imagine" and then a scenario and then i started searching up "thomas brodie sangster imagines" which then led me to Tumblr where i was amazed by the full blown fanfictions and i have never left since.

MIA LORE DROP !!!!! i am honoured to be a miamoot :>

LMAO WAIT. TWINNNN . i had a similar experience but it was with levi from aot and itachi from naruto when i was in middle school (ish?)

i saw imagines and hcs and thought wtf is a 'hcs'

[sugurusladyknightt]

https://www.tumblr.com/thefangsharpener/687768383331106816?source=share

this immediately made me think of you, my lady knight 🙂‍↕️

prettiest princess hazel is thinking of me. i have won at life .

also. i cannot see the post 🧌 i fear it may have been deleted </3

[sugurusladyknightt]

You know how, on birthdays, it’s kind of cute to feed your friend a spoonful of cake? Real sweet, right?

Yeah, well, it’s a lot less cute when Satoru expects you to do it every single time he brings home dessert. (Which is often) Doesn’t matter if it’s his birthday or not.

He’s already tugging you into his lap before you can even say no, arm wrapped around your waist as he wiggles the fork in your face, already loaded with cake he’s definitely taken a bite of first. And he’s grinning. That wicked little grin, baby blue eyes glittering with mischief as he coos, “C’mon, baby, feed me the cake.”

You know what he wants. He wants a repeat of what happened the other night. When you cupped his stupidly handsome jaw and called him your pretty little thing, all mean and teasing while he practically whimpered in your hands.

So you don’t give him cute. No, no. You wrap your hand gently around his throat instead, just enough to feel his pulse flutter against your palm. His breath catches.

“Open wide, pretty boy,” you purr.

And he melts. Back arching just a little, lips parting instantly, tongue out and waiting like the pathetic little dessert-hungry mutt he is. You feed him the cake and he moans around it, like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted.

You don’t even know if he likes the flavor. He just likes being fed like this. And of course you'll continue to encourage his bratty actions. Because damn it… he's so good when he begs.

(I swear though, he will deep throat the fork)

[sugurusladyknightt]

Cw: Yandere themes, heavy infantilization, mommy kink, forced captivity.

"Oh little one..."

The freezing cold bubble of shock and numbness pops when he reaches for your face to wipe away the messy tears streaming down and you can't even flinch away –not that he'd like that.

"It's okay, shh you're safe, sweet thing. Everything's okay" Each word feels no less heavy and painful than a blade cutting through your tender beating muscle. Your ears are ringing and the world feels so loud, it's just too much. So unpleasant, unbearable –And he would love to tell you that you're too sensitive to survive.

It takes a few seconds of grounding for your hearing to be fully restored, that's when you realize you've been sobbing on his lap the entire time –Ah, that explains the coddling, why he's been bouncing you on his thigh, why his arms feel somehow more like a cage than usual.

"I'm so sorry Mommy had to scare you like that. But you needed to learn your lesson."

Right.

Suguru came home to a broken window since you didn't have time to cover up your tracks. The sound of the keys jigging in the keyhole coupled with his sickly sweet signature call of "Sweetheart I'm home" made your mind go blank and sent your feet sprinting to the woods.

It's honestly very infuriating how he manages to reduce you to a little prey animal. One he is very eager to domesticate.

You didn't get far, of course you didn't. He was immediately hot on your tail. It took him no more than 5 short minutes to pin you down on the wet dirt –with his hand nailing your face to the ground and your hands held up together behind your back, his weight felt more crushing to your soul rather than your body– you felt silly for even trying. And like a switch was flipped you went completely limp, –a little white bunny playing dead on the snow –camouflage. You don't recall anything besides being scooped up and scolded all the way back to the cabin he keeps you confined in.

It didn't even hurt when he savagely slammed you down.

Granted it would be the only time he ever was aggressive or rough with you, it was a moment of desperation, he was frantic to catch the little startled bunny before it hopped away, not that it had a chance to begin with. His excessive coddling must have been what snapped you out of your daze and triggered the panic attack.

"It's okay, mommy's got you now" he continues to shush you quietly "poor thing, you must have been so scared. I'll make sure to properly lock the windows next time, okay?

For God's sake.

You'd think falling on your sword is the smart way to go about avoiding any punishments, but he doesn't even fucking retaliate. He's so deep in his own delusions that he sees your attempt at escaping him as a consequence of his negligence.

It's just so humiliating. You want to yell, scream, hurt him in any way. You want him to understand and you want it to be painful and heartbreaking.

And before you could even move, Suguru notices the shift in your mood and moves to lift up his shirt and shove your face into his plump chest before securing you in place with a firm hand. It feels like putting a swift end to a toddler's tantrum before it even begins.

"I know you're scared, baby. I really do" he coos "But it's alright. Once you finish suckling, mommy will clean you up and put you for a nap, alright?" He starts to bounce you on his lap again, gently this time.

"Tsk- silly little thing, you were just tired weren't you?" More caressing, more touching– so suffocating.

"You're just too little to understand what's good for you".

[sugurusladyknightt]

(sneezing)

[sugurusladyknightt]

oh this is so cute!! ty for the tag daya

no pressure tags!! @d3cay1ngst4tic @m1stm3 @elysian-chaos @mia-can-yap-too @satorus-princess @snail-day @ysaefinn @satocidal @meanderingwistera & anyone who'd like to join

first time starting a tag game teehee but found this picrew and just had to get the gang on it, so rb w urs!!

tags: @bunni-v1 @mini-ism @luminique @strawb3rry-saturnzbarz @pinksandss + anyone who wants to join ♡

[sugurusladyknightt]

— you’re a dog, and i’m your man.

contents. suguru geto x gn!reader. yandere!suguru. grotesque imagery. mentions of blood. slight infantilization (?). LOTS of gaslighting. unhealthy relationships (<- oh we down the bars with this one. . but also not really bc that’s how we write). conflicting emotions. reader is very self destructive. jiah being one menace of a narrator (2, sorry not sorry, bozos).

★ jiah’s notes. blame @sugurusladyknightt ’s rb for satoru’s counterpart for this one. you and your unassuming little words, nae (c’mere and let me kiss you silly).

don’t get me wrong, now— hey, hey. hear me out. no bad intentions, see? my hands riiight infront of you. no weapons on me, i swear. just listen to me, okay? shut up and listen.

where was i?

. . right. yandere!suguru is a yearner, of course— no alterations there, so don’t worry your pretty little head about it. but. there’s more to it. see, he isn’t the kind that bleeds pure want till it’s spilling into your hands and nuzzles his nose against the back of your leg whilst crying about you how devastatingly divine you are.

(not that he wouldn’t do any of those things if you wanted to, though. only if you asked nicely.)

naaaah. i mean— the species’s gotta have some or the other variation, right? where’s the fun in experiencing fondness go down the same gut each and every single time? variety is valid, sweetheart.

(. . . sorry. i’ll see myself out.)

not before enlightening you, of course. that’s what i’m here for. make you see. look. because you’re not very good at it, are you?

sorry to burst your bubble, but you don’t have a very. . . valid (hah) idea of what’s good for yourself and what’s not. i mean, why else would you decide to lash out on him and kick up a fuss like he’s the reason why you’re stuck in a labyrinth you’ve been screaming at since ages?

(too bad. you created it yourself, you know?)

silly, silly thing, suguru thinks, that godforsaken love of his oozing out from honeyed pools that merely stare, running down his cheeks steadily and trying to find your own, even when you’re this fragile.

(like a ticking bomb.)

“you. . you’re not even listening,” you heave, your hands itching to clutch your chest because it hurts, doesn’t it? that little crack where your heart’s supposed to be?

(except that it’s far too painfully stretched now. what an odd one you are, thinking both your heart and his can fit in a coffin made only for one.)

maybe that’s why it hurts. you’re trying to fit in too much. but that’s okay. suguru’s here. he’ll teach you how. show you.

(because you just don’t. . know.)

“i am,” he hums, and tauntingly calm fingertips reach out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

you open your mouth to argue. of course you do, suguru shakes his head a little— but oh well. taming a lamb with fangs too sharp was a chase he liked.

(a little too much for the good of either of you, though.)

“well, what did i—”

“you told me you want to cook yourself something,” you almost take a step back with how soft suguru sounds— like a blade wrapped in lace. “without me watching, or intervening.”

(something to soothe and corner at the same time. an injection to numb the pain.)

he watches your lips part. how words seem to falter at the tip of your tongue, hanging on for just a little more— before you decide to gulp them back down, eyes squeezing shut as if you’ve swallowed handfed poison.

(oh, but they are poison, though. suguru hears them even if you don’t say them out loud— they cry out to him before falling deeper and deeper and deeper in that broken clock you have for a body.)

that’s fine too. at least you’re full of your own words now, right? haah, that’s what you get for being too full of yourself.

(sorry. i promise i’ll see myself out very soon— just hang for a few more, alright? just a few more, you don’t wanna miss out on the juicy bits.)

“there, there,” and you’re balled up in sun kissed shackles one could call hands; soft, sticky little coos dripping from his lips all for you to swallow, “you’re crying again, sweetheart. what talk did we have about that, hm?”

you try to stop it, poor thing. you really do. but the tears just won’t cease. it’s like your body knows, even if you don’t— that’s suguru’s always gonna lick the blood off so you don’t have to.

(yours or his. doesn’t matter. his baby’s not doing the work and that’s final.)

“c’mon. use those words for me. you can do it f’me, yeah?”

(i can’t, you scream, and suguru hammers a nail against your little wooden chest.)

“n—. . no crying. i’m . . . i’m happy with you.”

“and?” just hold on for a little more. just a little more and he’s gonna fix the cracked edges of your voice so tenderly that you won’t even notice. you could at least do this much for him, right?

“i—i. . fuck, i love you. i’m sorry.”

a nod, and a sniffle, and those shattered words— that’s all it takes. the blade’s edges cease their lullaby, and the soft lace takes its place to wrap ‘round your throat instead.

“there you are,” suguru’s gathering up your pieces in his arms, pressing a kiss against the crown of your head. “it’s alright, darling. i could never be mad at you.”

which is true— except when he wants to be. he’d never hurt you, though.

(he’s just gonna watch you do it yourself.)

“you go about throwing a tantrum like that again, and you’re gonna kill me one of these days,” he huffs, running a calculated thumb right against your nape.

(right against the mark he left. not a claim, silly, no. just a reminder.)

“but you are sorry, and that’s all that matters,” a puff of breath against your nose and all the wind gets knocked out of your lungs, when he’s carrying you back to your room again, “now you get some sleep whilst i cook you something, alright?”

you close your eyes, lips brushing against the hollow of his throat. you don’t like how he bares it to you so easily. like he’s giving you a chance, letting you play.

“poor thing,” suguru’s words slide down your throat, “you’re so tired, hm?”

“. . . yeah,” you spit them back out, and he smiles.

. . . that’s all i had to say, mate. you’re onto this pretty far deep, huh? can’t blame him, though. you really are a broken little lamb. okay, okay— i’m seeing myself out. way to kick me out of my own blog.

@d3cay1ngst4tic on tumblr. do not copy or post any of my works without my permission.