#SUGURUUUUUU

[saetoru]

lil space nerd suguru is so precious to me. that one guy in your classes who’s got that neat lil man bun and bangs framing his face—sometimes he wears glasses when he’s especially tired in the mornings. he’s always taking diligent notes and pays attention in every class—even when that loud, talkative white haired guy who’s always with him is bugging him on the side. he’s always wearing baggy clothes that are two sizes too big for him and no one has really heard him talk more than he absolutely needs to because he keeps to himself.

and then you get to know him. he’s more talkative than you realize, slips in a sly comment that flusters you a bit without even trying. you didn’t realize he could be so smooth—but you suppose someone who’s so quiet and keeps to themselves so often is probably observant enough to know the little things about you. he’s painfully smart and knows random little things about random topics, but especially loves space. he’s a bit bashful when you notice the collection of books in his room for the first time. and sometimes, if you ask the right questions and seem genuinely interested enough, he’ll ramble a bit and throw in a bunch of facts and theories that he knows, too focused on speaking to notice the way you’re staring at him in awe. his hair frames his face perfectly and his jaw is sharp and his eyes get so animated when he’s passionate about something.

and then, under all those baggy clothes, he’s actually broad and muscled—strong arms and hands that wrap around your waist or settle on your hips and pull you against a sturdy chest. sometimes, when it’s just the two of you, he sits around shirtless with his hair down, glasses perched on his nose as he lays on your lap. he’s pretty like that—he’s pretty all the time, but especially when he’s alone with you and let’s himself be more open. he’s not so quiet when you get to really know him, a little bit of a tease when he wants to be, endearingly talkative when the topic is up his alley, and so gentle and sweet and patient and kind, it’s easy enough to fall in love with him. it’s even easier to never stop.

[teddybeartoji]

18+ mdni; gn!reader

thinking about roomie!suguru, who steps out of the bathroom with just a towel hanging loosely around his waist. it's dangerously low and his happy trail is... leading your eyes to a forbidden place. water droplets cascade down his temple and his neck, his scarred chest and his toned muscles.

he finishes drying his hair with another, smaller towel before slinging it over his shoulder. he gives you a warm smile. there's still a bit of sleep in his tired eyes but he looks fresh, he looks good.

(he looks more than good.)

the morning light shines in through the small window of your shared kitchen and he hums at the smell of coffee. you're an angel leaning on the counter, hands busy with preparing your drink as he steps inside.

he chuckles. he asked you a question but you didn't hear it. he smells so fucking good; the smell of his shampoo and his fancy conditioner wash over your senses and it's easy to forget where you are. his eyes flick behind you before walking over to you with a smug little grin.

he bores his sharp purple eyes into yours – he loves how you react to him. he doesn't shy away from it, he's cockier than he looks. he loves the attention, he loves to be in your spotlight. he wouldn't care so much if you were a stranger, if you were a random person on the street ogling away, ut you're neither of those things, are you? no, you're something else.

he exudes warmth as he towers over you, his head tilted down to keep his eyes on you. he wants to play with you a little – he loves the way you're staring up at him right now. eyes big and wide, lip tucked under between your teeth. he's good with people, he can read them like a book and you're no different. he sees you swallow a dry lump, he sees you grace him with a flustered smile as you try to brush by the fact that he caught you admiring him red handed. he sees the way you're taking deeper breaths than normal, surely just to keep your composure. he can't wait to break you.

his arm reaches behind you to turn off the coffee machine with a small click.

"wouldn't wanna make a mess this early in the morning, now would we?"

melting. crumbling. falling down to your knees. you hate how much he teases (you love it), you hate how patronizing he sounds (it's hot). he's the only one that can get away with it – a charming smile that hides his deepest desires of sinking his teeth into little lambs like you, soft eyes that hide the need to watch them unfold before him.

his gentle hands long to hold, long to keep and covet. he thinks about you a lot; your shared mornings and afternoons, your exhausted naps and bitter rants about your days. shy gazes and lingering touches, stupid jokes and the cute little hidden sounds he keeps hearing from your room in the late hours. he's being patient, he's warming you up.

he's just as infatuated with you as you are with him. he's just more subtle with it.

or is he?

because you've heard him, too.

you don't know whether he's doing it unknowingly or he's actually trying to make you go insane – whichever it is, you are ready to bend at his will. soft groans accompanied by a steady slick pump; you didn't mean to listen in. you just wanted to make sure he's okay!

ear against the wooden door, you listened to him think about you. your name was on the tip of his tongue, but it was too early for that. he wants to smear you with his honey, he wants to drag you in but he needs to wait for it. this is perfect.

he did know you're were there.

he heard the floor creak, he heard the cutest gasp that left your pretty lips. fuck, you're perfect. his head was lolled back as he stroked himself to the thought of your wide, doe-eyes. how flustered you'd be, how flustered you were in that very moment. he imagined your trembling hands and your stuttered words and his dick twitched in his palm.

he thought about inviting you in and just making him watch as a form of punishment, for being a little pervert. he shuddered out a laugh and watched a glob of pre-cum cover his own fingers before mixing with the saliva and spit that's covering him already. he thought about making you sit between his legs so he could jerk off right in front of your beautiful face, he thought about your wobbly lips, your teary eyes. the way your thighs would press together.

your fingers would itch and twitch and he'd make you place them on your legs. he wouldn't want you to touch. yet. maybe he'd make you apologize and maybe he'd make you kiss the tip. he thought about how good you'd smell, how good you'd taste. another raspy groan crawled up his throat and you were about to cum untouched behind his door. like a creep.

he loves it. he's proud of you, he wants to push you even further. he wants to see what else he can make you do. this is exciting and he can't wait to devour you whole as a reward after he's done bullying himself into your body and your mind. utterly loved and corrupted—

— you're meant for him.

[sukunasun]

a baby in this economy for geto definitely 🛐

even in the middle of his day when he's got appointments piled up and a hundred curses to swallow, you've seen it happen. how he moves from sitting upright or lazing with his head tucked in his palm, eager to get the day over with...to then seeing his face brighten up, getting on his knees the moment your baby crawls into the room, inching towards him in a onesie, the kind with the ears atop.

the child mumbles something unintelligible but nonetheless geto coos back, "did you miss me?" he cradles the child close, nose pressed to his cheek and inhaling his scent. here, he forgets that they're not alone, the two other people in the room reek of a stench he knows too well, like rot and death when in comparison to the fresh and clean scent of his baby, a little milky and soft, "oh you smell so good, did mama give you a bath?" at the mention of you, the boy gurgles and squeals.

geto cringes when his eyes land on their guests kneeling by a corner, unsure of how to react. its like he's turned into a completely different person. just in that split second, they see his expression fold, twisting into disgust. although, it slips off when the baby starts climbing up over his shoulder, his chubby, covered fists reach up to him eagerly, trying to grab a hold of his locks, or his earring, anything that would get his attention.

and geto chuckles because the little one need not try too hard, nothing interests geto as much as the darks of his eyes, the sharp, intense way he stares, no doubt a thing he's inherited from his father. "you'll have to forgive me for cutting our meeting short, but this one is in need of some cuddles," geto says, standing up and making his way out, he doesn't care how they get home but they should do it soon because he doesn't like the smell to linger, and he doesn't want his baby exposed to it.

and they watch him step out, his back retreating down the hall with a laughing baby, one he kisses and holds close to him. unaware that he's literally a special grade sorcerer with two thousand curses housed in his body, a body that is physically the strongest among three families after toji and maki, this guy started a cult to earn a bag and to buy his daughters some nice shoes, burned a village to the ground, spawns a dragon like its nothing, beats the living shit outta old men in harem pants with his bare fists, pulled a maximum uzumaki, dropped by jj high and crushed it to its very foundations, went ham on both tokyo and kyoto, holds gojo's will to live and his very heart in the palm of his hand, terrifying yes, intimidating, definitely....—until he's given a baby and he turns into ....a dad.

[ayyy-pee]

So so random but could you write a quick one shot of a Suguru’s day out with his 3 children — Nanako, Mimiko, and Gojo 🤭 Just imagining the dynamic sounds so funny

Sure! That sounds fun! I hope you enjoy!

Geto Family’s Day Out

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Word count: 1.2k

Summary: Suguru and Satoru take Mimiko and Nanako out for the day.

No warnings, just fluff

‘It’s so nice out today,’ Suguru thinks to himself as he takes a seat on a bench. It’s a cool fall afternoon, truly a beautiful day out. The breeze blows, combing gently through Suguru’s hair and he inhales deeply, turning the new novel he’s starting over in his hands. He’s been waiting for a moment of peace to finally begin this. He sighs contentedly as he opens his book to the first page, reading silently.

Cash isn’t the only thing I take from my father’s study when I leave –

“Ahhh!!! Geto-sama! Satoru is hogging the swing!”

Suguru sighs, closing his book and placing it on his lap. He shuts his eyes, inhaling deeply again before he exhales sharply.

“Of course he is,” he mumbles under his breath.

“Geto-sama!!! Make him get off!!!” Nanako cries from across the playground. She stomps her small foot on the rubber playground flooring and folds her arms over her chest, lip protruding in a pout. Beside her, her twin sister Mimiko observes quietly, holding tightly onto her noosed doll as Satoru swings his too long legs back and forth, cackling as he whips forward into the air.

“I told you if I beat you to the swings, I’d get to go as long as I want,” Satoru teases. “And I won, so you have to wait!”

“That’s not fair! You’re like thirty feet tall!” Nanako whines.

Sighing, Suguru stands from his nice, comfortable, relaxing spot on the bench and slips his book into the pocket of his pants. He makes his way over to the girls and the overgrown manchild on the swing.

“Satoru, maybe you should let the girls have a turn, too,” Suguru tries to reason. He watches Satoru swing his legs forward, going as high into the air as he possibly can before letting go and flying across the playground. He lands gracefully, in a way only Satoru can, and turns back to face Suguru.

“Fine,” he pouts, shoving his hands in his pockets. Suguru can’t see it through his glasses, but he knows Satoru is rolling those beautiful azure eyes of his.

Nanako hurries and hops onto the swing, grimacing and complaining loudly about how “Satoru’s gigantic butt” made the seat too hot.

“Ah, sorry!” Satoru says, scrunching his nose. “It’s the burritos we ate for lunch. I had extra beans,” He sticks his tongue out at Nanako who sticks her tongue right back out at him.

Suguru smacks his arm playfully, turning to move back to the bench to resume his reading. Before he can make it, he feels the weight of Satoru slinging himself over Suguru’s shoulders.

“Suguruuuuuu,” Satoru groans. “What are we doing after this? The playground is boringggg.”

“It’s the girl’s day, Satoru. I told you this before you came over.”

“Yeah, but I thought we’d do something fun like go to an amusement park or…or play pranks on Yaga…or rearrange Shoko’s scalpels. I don’t know. This is so…so…so normal.”

Suguru shrugs Satoru off as he sits back down on the bench, pulling his book from his pocket and settling in. Satoru takes a seat next to him, throwing his arm across Suguru’s shoulder. He never could go long without touching him.

“Normal isn’t always bad, Satoru.” Suguru peers up to see Nanako and Mimiko have switched places. Nanako is giggling as she pushes Mimiko on the swing and Mimiko, quiet as ever, simply grins as her hair whips wildly through the air.

A wistful smile graces Suguru’s features. He thinks back to the day he’d found the girls, how battered and bruised they were. They had never lived a normal day in their lives until Suguru. Suguru had saved them…and in turn, they’d saved him.

“Normal is good for them. They’ve been through enough excitement for now. If they just want to do something as mundane as swing at the park for the rest of their lives…I’ll let them.”

Next to Suguru, Satoru hums quietly. He waits for a response, but nothing comes so he opens his book again, picking up where he left off.

It’s a few short minutes before Satoru removes his arm from Suguru’s shoulders and stands back up. Suguru glances up at him and watches as he saunters over to the swings, clapping his hands.

“Alright! Who wants to play tag?” He calls out to the girls.

Nanako places her hands out, grabbing the swing to stop Mimiko’s movements. They glance at each other before glancing back at Satoru.

“What do we get if we catch you?” Nanako asks and Suguru can’t help but smirk. She’d definitely learned that from him. Only do something if there’s something to be gained. Suguru feels a bit like a proud father at that moment.

Satoru scratches his head, shrugging. “I don’t know. What do ya want?”

The girls perk up and Suguru feels bad for poor Satoru. He’s trying his best, but he doesn’t know that he’s just fallen into their trap.

“If we catch you, we want you to take us to Takeshita street to buy us all the crepes and ice cream we want!”

Mimiko climbs off of the swing. “And we would like new toys, dresses and shoes. Please,” she answers meekly– politely. She’s always had the best manners, that one.

Satoru nods. “Yeah, okay, whatever.”

Suguru sighs in amusement. He knows Satoru may think he has a bottomless bank account courtesy of the Gojo estate, but Satoru doesn’t know Nanako and Mimiko are about to give him a literal run for his money.

He resumes his reading, reveling in the giggles and laughs he hears and occasionally sneaking peeks at Satoru and the girls only to find Satoru standing atop the monkey bars, dodging the girl’s tiny hands as they tried their best to catch him or warping to the other side of the park to avoid their touch (Nanako screamed how unfair that was so he didn’t do that again).

Satoru’s downfall was him attempting to go down the slide headfirst and getting stuck. His cries echoed throughout the park until Suguru had to put his book away to pull him out.

The moment Satoru was freed, he threw his arms around Suguru with a dramatic gasp. Suguru wrapped his arms around him, chuckling at his dramatics.

“You couldn’t have warped out?” Suguru teased.

“No, the little mean one said if I do that again, I have to buy her a cell phone. Something about that creeped me out.” Satoru shivers and Suguru laughs.

Satoru yelps suddenly and Suguru pulls back to assess. Both men glance down to find two pairs of brown eyes looking up at them and a small hand holding onto Satoru’s pants.

“Tag. You’re it,” Mimiko murmurs quietly, staring up at the two men.

Suguru throws his head back, laughing as he claps his hands together. “Good job, girls.” He looks back to Satoru only to find him sulking, which only makes Suguru laugh harder. “Come on, you owe us some crepes and a shopping spree apparently.”

Suguru holds his hands out, Nanako grasping his left and Mimiko holding his right. Satoru follows behind. As they hold each other’s hands, making their way through the park on this cool, fall afternoon, Suguru can’t deny he has found happiness - here with his children…Satoru included.

TAGS: @watyousayin @suguju @sacvh @pink4lili

[arminsumi]

The “i want to kiss you” snippets are so good!!!! Suguruuuuuu 👀 im so excited to read it when it comes out! 🩷😘😘

i swear i keep getting more ideas as i edit so now i keep taking longer bc i want to add more and more cute stuff 😂

today i was working on a piece of dialogue and came across this translation.

[uzumakisavior]

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄 (with relevant lyrics) .

Share at least 5 songs that you associate with or remind you of your muse!

SUGURUUUUUU Geto —

Paint the Town Red #1 Yeah, bitch, I said what I said //Geto KFC break up I'd rather be famous instead (walk on by)// Becomes Buddhist Cultist I let all that get to my head // His downfall and Yuki's Convo I don't care, I paint the town red (walk on by) // Murdered 112 and counting. The fire in that village. x2 Mm, she the devil She a bad lil' bitch, she a rebel (walk on by) She put her foot to the pedal It'll take a whole lot for me to settle (walk on by) Mm, she the devil She a bad lil' bitch, she a rebel (walk on by) She put her foot to the pedal It'll take a whole lot for me (yeah) to settle (walk on by) Yeah, said my happiness is all of your misery I put good dick all in my kidneys (walk on by) // Gojo...obviously

Applause By Lady Gaga I've overheard your theory, "Nostalgia's for geeks" // Memories of youth I guess sir, if you say so, some of us just like to read // He understands that intrusive traumatic memories are too painful to relive, so he decides to distance himself by taking on a new identity One second I'm a Koons fan, suddenly the Koons is me // One second I defend the weak, suddenly I they're punished by me Pop culture was in art, now art's in pop culture, in me // I abided by the moral of the majority now the majority abides by me/(my moral) I live for the applause, applause, applause // I mean....you know...star plasma vessel, yes? I live for the applause-plause, live for the applause-plause, live for the- Way that you cheer and scream for me The applause, applause, applause // I Just love the idea that he uses his trauma to mock the lay people.

Empty Walls (This song reminds me of the village Suguru has burned) Your empty walls Your empty walls Pretentious attention Dismissive apprehension Don't waste your time On coffins today When we decline From the confines of our mind Don't waste your time On coffins today Don't you see their bodies burning? Desolate and full of yearning Dying of anticipation Choking from intoxication Don't you see their bodies burning? Desolate and full of yearning Dying of anticipation Choking from intoxication I want you to be left behind those empty walls Taunt you to see from behind those empty walls

Ungodly Hour Song by Chloe x Halle (How I feel his love for Gojo would be in a song. This entire song screams satosugu to me) Hit me with your eyes I never seen that kind of view You walkin' over here The way that it went down, that's when I knew We be talkin' all night But I can tell you need to work on you, you, you Like you, you, you, like you Like you, mmm You be playin' sweet But, baby, don't you know that talk is cheap Can't fool me I wish that you could back it up for me, me, me Like me, me, me, like me

Go Forth and Die by Dethklok Trapped inside a box Four long years Hiding from the world Punished by your peers Studied teachers words Staff appointed hearts Earned a piece of paper No go forth and start Go forth, be conquered Go forth and die //The song about the disillusionment of higher education and its true, consumerist underbelly motivated by fear....not much different than the themes of JJK, sorcery, and its abuse of the youth. I think Suguru would relate to this. Newly graduated sorcerers go forth, just to be conquered, and more go forth and die

BONUS!!!! Bongos by Cardi ft Megan thee Stallion

Thick bitches in a black truck, packed in Eat whoever in my way, Ms. Pacman // Eating curses Hermes, made a real big purchase // Toji Purse so big, had to treat it like a person // Suguru's new pet worm

Any song with Megan and Cardi makes me think of Sato and Sugu, just saying

Tagged by — @ashestxashes

Tagging — anyone who ever reads this

[isaei]

suguruuuuuu 😭😭😭😭😭😭

[enevera]

aloe vera (ha), palm tree, taro

fsbdjh <33

aloe vera - what’s something (mundane) you really want to experience in life?

hmmm i want to have one of those moments from a cartoon where a butterfly lands on a person's nose. i dont even care particularly if it were my nose or not tbh i just want to see it happen jdhfbv

palm tree ⇢ do you have a fictional villain you shouldn’t like but love regardless?

okay heres a list of characters ive liked over the years- *gunshot*

suguruuuuuu <33333 also the master, easily. dude sucks soooo much but i do love them, it's very unfortunate

taro ⇢ if someone called you right now to catch up, what’re the things you’d tell them about?

oohhh hm hm i am rllyyyyy bad at catching up w ppl bc unless smth is happening like right now its really real to me? but i'd probably complain abt my roommate, maybe talk about some of the stuff i did for my birthday, more complaining abt being sick, that sort of thing. and!!! im going to the bead store on friday!!!!!! im rlly happyyyy and also in need of jewellery supplies bc i left alllllll of my shit in florida, like an idiot <3333 jhsbdv

ask game!!

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[heartsburst]

AAJHHHH THE ANGST IS SETTING IN :(((( SUGURUUUUUU :((((

[itsgsuguru-archived]

Suguruuuuuu.

You're ignoring me and I just wanna spend some time with you.

I’m not ignoring you, I promise 😂. I’ve honestly just been offline and busy. But what would you like to do, my love?

[lokescurse]

Everyone else this chapter: Omggggg, Suguruuuuuu!! Kenjaaaakuuuu!!!!

Me: Haha, they are boyfriends