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[indigoissocool]

❀⋆ೃ࿔*:･ ── ✦ ── ❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

𝙃𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙤 !! .༄࿔ 🪷

• she/her or they/them ✧

• I occasionally post art (edits sometimes…) !! ✧

•minor

•I’ll add more abt me at some point..!!

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Fandoms im in!! ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀

• jujutsu Kaisen

• The Summer Hikaru Died

• Obey Me !

• Attack On Titan

•Yellowjackets

• Moral Orel

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(There’s more I’m in but I’m too lazy to add them 😓)

𝒴𝒶𝓂𝑒𝒾𝒾 𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝑜 𝒶𝓌𝑒𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒷𝓉𝓌 @yameiiissocoolio

[bvinhster]

hidden inventory/premature death

[buffyscmmers]

TJ MIKELOGAN's HALLOWEEN 2024 EVENT

DAY 1: Your go-to Halloween movie - DONNIE DARKO (2001)

[halfhopelesslife]

yes, i find men crying hot. is that such a crime

[c3llar-d0or]

donnie darko headcanons

nsfw, fem reader, this is my first time writing like this so i apologise if its balls boyfriend!donnie

he lives for touch; any reason to touch you, he'll find it. subtle things like keeping a finger on your knee or thigh when sitting next to you, pulling your back towards his chest and resting his chin on your shoulder while standing, or 'readjusting' your clothes just so he can run his hands across your neck or waist. he thinks he's being slick with it but his touch lingers a little too long when he's needy.

he tells you he wants you without telling you, winding you up in the process; wanting you to figure out what he's feeling. he'll grip onto you a little tighter, run his hands up the back of your neck to lightly tug at your hair, pretend to lose track of conversation, replying with 'huh's' and 'what's' once you start to catch on. something about getting you to say it yourself makes him all the more hard.

he has stamina. once you both finish, he’ll lay there for a bit holding you and softly soothing your skin but soon enough his hands are roaming you again, whispering in your ear about how pretty you are, how good you feel, and how much he needs you.

he calls you when he's up late, wanting to hear you talk as a way to help him sleep but it only results in him touching himself to your tired voice and breathing.

he's a deep kisser. kissing you reminds him you're real and makes him lose any form of self control he has. he’s obsessed with keeping his mouth on you, both for your pleasure and his. he’ll smile against your skin for a moment while fucking, especially during your first few times, processing that this is actually happening. he kisses you after cumming just to stay close to you a little longer, biting at your bottom lip as he pulls away.

he sneaks into your room at night just to see you. he frequently blames it on sleepwalking but its happened too many times to be a coincidence.

he hates when other guys give you attention. he won't explicitly say when they manage to piss him off but theres evidence in the way he fucks you, even if he doesn’t recognise. leaving deeper hickeys than normal, imprints of his fingertips on your shoulders and hips from gripping you hard, and wanting to cum on you. anything that subconsciously makes it known you’re his, he’s satisfied.

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hihi sorry if this is a little short, i cannot write for the life of me. my girlfriend is way better at this stuff than i am so go follow @halfhopelesslife for better quality writing. i might do more of these once i get better but thats all for now!!

[forensicfrankie]

been thibking of him...my boyfriend

[revolted-nycto]

IDC HE HAS VIOLENT TENDENCIES

IDC HE FIRST KISSED GRETCHEN AND LAID ON TOP OF HER

DONNIE IS A LITTLE SPOON JS LOOK AT HIM

[foodforthought405]

oopsie daisy.. ᯓ𑣲

various jjk men finding out about your secret tumblr account!! (texts)

includes:

inumaki, yuta, geto, choso, toji, nanami, yuji, megumi, gojo, sukuna

content warnings: a bit of cussing, fem reader, ooc for majority haha, mentions of haikyuu & haikyuu characters!!, mentions of kms (gojo's dramatic self)

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

hi, i made this otw home from workkkk,, also i got your requests thank you <3 already working on them >< also what if i js start including higuruma, ino and naoya into these here,, oki i luv u all byebye :3 shoutout to all the fanfic writers <3

[hervanillabby]

ᕱᕱ ྀི. your cooking awakens something in suguru

you lean against the counter as suguru tries the food you prepared for him. you decided to surprise him for whatever reason. make it up along the way, yeah? you didn’t cook often, as he usually did the cooking or you two ordered takeout. so when he saw food for him after coming home, saying he was excited to try it was an understatement. 

“let me know how it is, okay?” you say, a little nervous. it was your first time making this dish, so you were completely in the dark on how he’d react. watching him eat it had to be the top ten slowest experiences of all time but finally, finally..he swallowed. no homo

“baby,” he started. his eyes began to sparkle. no, no, he was tearing up actually-  “i’m so lucky to have you, you know that?” 

your cheeks went hot, your fingers toying with your hair as you sheepishly smiled. he shot up from his seat, making his way to you and wrapping his hands around you. he pulled you into a warm hug, his lips making his way to yours before he proceeded to tenderly kiss every inch of your face. you could only giggle at his touch, your heart instantly warmed by his loving actions. “this has to be the worst thing i’ve ever eaten. sweetheart, this shit is so ass, i think i’m ready to eat your butt.”

“pardon?”

“ever since i’ve gotten with you, i’ve only felt myself grow. everyday, you make me a better me. you always help me discover things about myself, and angel, i couldn’t love you more for that. i seriously think i can eat ass now.” he purred in his soft voice.

at this point, your smile had completely been wiped off your face, replaced with..you didn’t even know. genuinely, how does one react in this situation? usually, you’re quick to tell when someone's faking an emotion– body language says it all. so when you look up at him, you see that he's completely serious. he’s wiping the tears of joy from his eyes right now. like, deadass. 

“i don’t know if you intended for this-”

“i didn’t-”

“but you’ve touched me. and i have to touch you now, angel, i really do.” his hands travelled down to your ass, squeezing your cheeks before he backed away. “meet me in the bedroom, don’t leave me waiting for too long.”

so like does this mean you should cook for him more often.?

a little ooc but idrc.

if you were one of the 4 ppl who saw this already SHUT UP NO YOU DIDNT SHUT SHUT UP IT DIDNT HAPPEN IT DIDNT HAPPEN

[saintshigaraki]

i think sukuna purrs

[hioriri]

sigh... just thinking about husband!geto :3

husband!geto who loves to see your sleeping face first thing in the morning. he's in such a daze, admiring your beauty. he'd delicately tuck a few strands of hair behind your ear, whilst whispering sweet nothings and a bunch of 'i love you's'.

husband!geto who will beg for an extra five minutes in bed. "please...?" he pleads, wrapping one arm around your waist to prevent you from getting out of bed. you sigh, it's not like you wanted to wake up early either. oh, but how could you reject him when he looks at you in that specific, loving way? his gaze makes you immediately give in to an extra five minutes of cuddles and kisses.

husband!geto who always kisses you on the forehead before you leave the house. it doesn't matter if you're going to work, doing errands, or even stepping out the house for just a second. he doesn't care if he's deep in thought or busy, he just needs to kiss his pretty wife goodbye. the thing is, he even does it if you two ever got into an argument. nothing could ever make him stop kissing you.

husband!geto who eagerly looks forward to your hugs after a long, exhausting day. as soon as you hear the door open, you immediately run into his arms, gently squeezing him. he ends up hugging you back tighter, inhaling your sweet scent. something about your hugs just makes his worries and stress all melt away, it's basically a cure to his problems.

huband!geto who is a natural at cooking, and basically the chef of the house. you're craving something late at night? just tell him immediately and he'll rush to the kitchen. you love sitting by the counter, whilst your feet are dangling in the air. he'd give you a bite of whatever he's making, asking you if it's according to your taste.

husband!geto who gently rubs your back in slow, soothing circles to make you slowly fall asleep. something about it is just so comforting, especially when he gently pulls you closer to him and puts a soft blanket over you. before you know it, your eyelids start to feel heavier by the second. and, before he knows it, you're fast asleep in his arms. he smiles in pure adoration, so in love with you.

a/n: i'm feral for this man

©hioriri / do not copy, repost, or translate. likes and reblogs are accepted and appreciated!

[hijkio]

Geto portrait practice

[strawberrychansora]

your 2yo daughter is obsessed with her papa and you’re basically a roommate at this point.

girl dad & husband!geto x wife reader >3

it was like 3 am and once again you were literally clinging to the edge of the mattress for dear life. you swear you were about to fall off and hit the floor while suguru was living his best life in the middle of the bed.

you looked over and saw the same thing you see every single night. suguru was flat on his back, looking all peaceful and handsome (even though he was stealing all the covers), and your two year old daughter was curled up right on his chest. she looks exactly like him—same purple eyes, same black hair, literally his mini me. his big hands were wrapped around her like she was the most precious thing in the world.

you were basically a guest in your own marriage at this point.

"suguru," you whispered, poking his shoulder. "suuuugu."

he opened one eye, looking at you all sleepy. "hm?"

"you can’t keep letting her sleep in our room," you sighed, gesturing to the toddler who was currently snoring tiny little snores on his chest.

"yes i can," he murmured, his voice all deep and raspy. "she's my baby."

"she has a big girl bed, suguru! it cost like three months of cult donations!"

“i’m not kicking my little baby out, it’s not happening,” he said, pulling her even closer against his chest like that settled everything. “she needs her daddy. i’m not having her sleep alone yet she just turned two she’s still my tiny princess.” then he glanced at you, completely unfazed, a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. “you’ll live, sweetheart.”

you rolled your eyes so hard it hurt. "she literally kicks me in the stomach in her sleep and gets mad if i even try to hug you. i'm being bullied in my own house."

suguru chuckled and looked down at the toddler who was starting to wake up because of the talking. "she doesn't mean it. hey, baby? you can’t kick mama, okay? that’s not nice."

your daughter blinked her big purple eyes at him, ignored you completely, and nuzzled into his neck. "k dada."

"good girl," he whispered, kissing her forehead. he’s usually so firm with everyone else and even with her he has his stern dad voice when she misbehaves, but she totally has him wrapped around her finger.

then she looked at you and pointed to the door. "mama go."

"excuse me??" you gasped.

"princess," suguru said, his voice getting a bit more stern. "what did dada just say? be nice."

she huffed, looking all adorably grumpy but listened to your husband. "sorry mama."

you decided to be petty because why not? you leaned over and tried to poke her tummy just to mess with her. she immediately started fussing and swatting your hand away, whining for her dad.

“stop rage baiting my baby,” suguru said, already taking her side as he pulled her closer, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head. “don’t worry, dada won’t let mama mess with you.” he kept rocking her gently, like you were the enemy and she’d just won something.

"it's literally you and her against me," you pouted. "the betrayal is real."

suguru finally moved his arm, making a tiny bit of space. "there is still room for you, come here."

as soon as you tried to slide a little closer to him, your daughter let out the most dramatic little “hmph!” and planted her tiny hands against you, pushing you away with all the strength her tiny hands could. yeah… she does not like sharing her daddy.

and suguru just chuckled, completely unbothered, pulling her closer. “sorry, pretty girl,” he murmured, all soft and amused, “but my princess doesn’t like to share her cuddles.”

yup. your husband is a traitor.

a/n: i love girl dad sugu boo sm yall don’t get i need him so bad SKDJFHGKSDFG.

jjk.mlist

[yailuxe]

౨ৎ — masseuse suguru geto takes his job of helping you relax very seriously || MDNI, smut

cw: oral (f! receiving), squirting, size difference, semi public, unprotected sex, 3.1K words

The booth is saturated with a heady mixture of incense, scented candles, and body oil—woodsy, warm, and deeply soothing. Sunlight spills in through linen curtains, painting the room in a soft, golden glow while the overhead lamp stays dark. The massage bed beneath you is soft. The length of it is lined with crisp sheets that urge you to sink further into calmness and forget about the stresses of the day.

Everything about the spa was tailor-made to help you relax, and yet, your muscles grow more tense than they’ve ever been when the masseuse steps back into the room.

You’re lying on your front, naked apart from your underwear and the thin towel draped over you. Your face rests in the opening of the bed, and all you can make out is the linoleum flooring as the man moves further into the room. 

Not seeing where he is is why you barely stifle the shiver that shoots up your spine when a hand lands on your shoulder.

“Comfortable?” The masseuse asks. Voice so mellowed it almost makes you swoon. 

With everything else he had going for him, the fact that he sounded like that was just unfair.

You believe the man’s name is Suguru…you aren’t completely sure because you were too busy gawking to pay attention to anything he was saying when he introduced himself. 

Admittedly, when the woman at the front desk asked if you would be okay with a male masseuse, you were not expecting this. Him.

He was—god. He was hot.

Tall. Long black hair pulled into a bun at the base of his skull. Sharp jawed with even sharper eyes; seemingly purple when the sun hit them just right. His peculiar eyes matched the colour of his uniform, and although it was loose-fitting, you could still make out the shape of lean muscle underneath.

A murmur of your name brings you back to the present, and remembering he asked you a question, you nod.

“Yes, I’m comfortable.”

“Good,” He hums, and you swear you feel it between your legs.

God, maybe you were ovulating or something.

The towel is pulled down to the small of your back, and you shift as cool air feathers over your skin.

“Are there any areas you want me to avoid?”

You merely shake your head, not trusting what would come out of your mouth if you tried to answer him.

“Anything you want me to focus on?” 

Your thoughts immediately veer into whorish territory that has you shaking your head as if to physically expel them. 

Suguru moves around the room and a match strikes as he presumably lights another candle.

It takes a while to find your voice again, “My back and shoulders, if you don’t mind.”

A chuckle filters through the room. Deep and amused and sexy as all get out, “Of course not. It’s my job after all.”

You flush at the reminder and hear him move closer. The tips of his shoes come into view as he stops beside the bed.

“Let me know when you want to stop.”

That’s the only warning you get before his hands are on you. Work-worn and skilful, he lathers fragrant oil over your skin and works it deep into your pores. 

For a few minutes, his hands are tentative. Slow and studious as he notes your reactions to each touch and stows them away for later use.

He listens to the sigh that leaves your lips when he massages your shoulders. The groan when he works down the length of your back and the stifled giggle when he traces his fingertips along your ribs. Then once he has enough marked down, he grows more sure of himself. He maps out every curve and contour of your skin with kneads and rubs that have your eyes threatening to roll back. Knowing exactly when to ease up, when to be firmer and apply pressure and where to press and hold until you grunt in relief.

Whatever tension that tightened your body loosens under his touch. And you’re sure you’d leave as nothing more than a satisfied puddle by the time he was done.

The massage is steadily lulling you to sleep. But just when your eyes start to flutter shut, he moves to massage your legs. You blink when he pulls them apart, fingers pressing past soft flesh to smooth out all the knots underneath. Suguru skates up the soles of your feet, past your calves and the backs of your knees, then higher, higher until he gets to your thighs.

Your body stiffens again, and he must feel it because he stills for a moment. “Is everything okay?”

You try to give him an affirmative hum, but you’re shaking, and a particularly hard quake wracks through you when his hands move to your inner thighs.

He pauses when you don’t answer, and you have to clear your throat to get rid of the lump that attempts to form.

“I’m fine,” you say. While your voice comes out a little thin, you think you sounded convincing enough. 

You really hope you did.

“Good,” he answers and you allow a small sigh to leave you, “I’m going to move to your glutes now.”

Wait what? 

The sheet is pulled up over your ass, and you have no time to react or dwell on the cold because his warm palms immediately land on your skin. Both chasing and leaving more goosebumps in their wake. 

Something sparks low in your belly with each squeeze that’s delivered to the plush flesh. A small ember at first, then the longer he goes on, the more the ache builds. Slowly, it seeps between your legs in a fiery hot rush that has your panties clinging to you.

You feel Suguru's fingers catch along the lace, and your breath hitches.

“Is this pressure okay?”

Your nod is all he needs to work with newfound vigour. Moving between massaging your thighs, your ass and your hips until you can't even stop yourself from squirming anymore.

Heat blooms across your cheeks when he pauses, and you want the ground to swallow you whole because you know he sees it.

The desperation. The want. Possibly even the slick dampness of your ruined panties.

Embarrassment has you whispering an apology even as nerves bubble deep in your stomach, each pop so loud, you're sure he can hear it. But when you try to press your legs together, he stops you.

“Physiological responses are natural, you don’t need to apologise,” he says so gently, it makes you feel even worse. 

Whatever he was getting paid definitely wasn't enough to be dealing with clients like you.

Your chest expands with a deep breath as you try to make yourself calm down through sheer force of will.  You’re slowly coming back into yourself when his murmured question sets you off balance again.

“Would you like me to keep going?”

Something about the way he asks that is odd.

It lacks the professional lilt that all his earlier questions had as he assessed your discomfort. 

This time, it was low. Sensual. And hedged between a purr that would’ve made your thighs squeeze if he wasn't still holding them apart.

You take a moment to gather yourself, then you lift your head towards him, just barely. And yes, the moment you see the look on his face, you know for sure he isn't just talking about the massage.

Suguru’s eyes are dark as they drag over your face. Slow, patiently appraising and hungry as he takes in the flush of your cheeks and the pout of your plump lips. His pupils are blown so wide that only a small circle of violet remains.  

His head tilts in silent question, and you swallow as more heat spurs. Your chin dips in a small nod, and he shakes his head.  

“I need to hear you say it,” He demands in that sexy, soft-spoken rumble. “Out loud.”

You force out a breath and with it, throw your pride aside like it was weighing on you.

“Keep going,” you say. He merely arches a dark brow at you– as if waiting for more. It takes you a hot minute to figure out what it is, but once you do, you whisper the word bulldozes the last flimsy pillar of professionalism branched between the two of you: “Please?”

A beat of silence.

Then he smiles. Monolid eyes shape into small crescents that are a little too sharp at the edges.  Tipping with something dark. Like he's held back long enough, and your go-ahead is all he needed for the mask to crack.

It makes the hairs on your arms stand.

What the fuck did you just get yourself into?  

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You still weren't sure, but you were in too deep to stop now.

You're sat on the edge of the bed, towel and panties long discarded, and your legs spread wide. 

The man between them holds you open, eyes crudely assessing as he stares down the apex of your thighs.

“What do you need?” he asks as his fingers stroke over trembling flesh. You don't answer right away, and eyes flicker up to yours. “I’m here for your pleasure, sweetheart. Tell me what you need.”

The words make your heart kicks little harder, and you feel yourself get wetter. Thighs slick with arousal and dripping down to the sheets below. He watches it all happen of course, but doesn’t rush you to answer.

“Your fingers.” You voiced quietly, and he hums low in the back of his throat. Gripping your skin a little harder.

“Want them inside this pretty pussy?” If he took too long, you were sure you’d cum from his voice alone. 

Thankfully, he doesn’t make you wait. Middle and ring fingers brush over your clit. Featherlight, but enough to make it twitch in need anyway. 

Your hips buck and before you can do something crazy like beg him, he promptly slides both digits into your cunt. The sound that comes out of your mouth makes you slap a hand over it, and he chuckles like he finds the reaction cute.

“You don't have to worry about staying quiet. The walls here are so thick they're practically soundproof.” You don't move fast enough, so he drives his fingers deeper into you as if trying to force the sounds out. You whine against your palm, and he brings his thumb down to work on your clit, “Let me hear you.”

Your hand falls. 

A moan cracks into the air, mingling with the sharp hiss that escapes him.

“Ah, there you go,” he kneels, and you think a part of you dies.

His head sinks between your thighs, tongue peeking out to drag a lavish lick up your slit that makes you shudder. Suguru groans against your pussy. Feral, desperate and deep enough that it vibrates through you in dizzying shockwaves. Then his mouth is everywhere, eating you out like it had no purpose before this. And free hand cupping your ass to bring you in impossibly closer.

His lithe fingers swirl despite your walls clenching tight around them. Moving as if they were looking for something.

You realise too late what it is. 

Only he curls them just right, and they find purchase against a spot that has your hand gripping his hair, trying to push him off.

You know what you felt like when you were about to cum, and this wasn’t that. This was too sleek, too intense to be a normal orgasm, but even when you try to warn the man, he doesn't let up.

“Can feel it,” He rasps after releasing your clit with a wet pop, “Give it to me.”

“I—fuck, wait,” Your trembling thighs close around his head as your orgasm hits you hard and fast, and you see him lift his mouth long enough to watch the burst of clear liquid that gushes from you. 

Your lips gape at the sight but he merely goes back and licks up every drop, mouth relentless– almost punishing–while incoherent sobs that vaguely sound like his name leave your mouth.

Your eyes are teary by the time he pulls back with his chin and lips glistening.

“That’s one,” he whispers, and you freeze, because why did he say that like there were a lot more to come? 

While trepidation makes your skin prickle, your pussy, ever the traitorous whore, twitches needily. Already rearing to go again. 

Suguru cups the back of your neck and pulls you into a kiss, messy enough to make blood rush up your neck. He rolls his tongue around yours, flicking it as he did with your clit, making you taste yourself on him.

You hear the rasp of fabric as he moves between your legs, sliding his pants off but when you try to glance down, his hold on your neck tightens.

“Don't,” a few strands of his hair came loose and they brush over his forehead when he shakes his head, “You’ll panic if you look.”

The implication behind that statement, makes you pause. He thought you’d panic if you looked at his cock?

Just how big was he? 

“Don’t worry, I’ll go slow.” he waits until you nod before he covers your body with his, lining the flared tip of his length against your entrance and slowly pushing in. 

You have less than an inch seated inside when the girth makes you claw at his shirt.

“Oh,” you huff. Surprise colouring your tone. “I see why you told me not to look.”

His hips pause with your pained hiss. “Too much?”

“Yes,” your legs wrap around his waist. “Don't stop.”

He groans like you wounded him and sinks deeper, cock stretching you wide enough to make you stop breathing altogether.

“Breathe, baby,” he whispers, but you can’t. Every time you try it's like trying to inhale underwater. It’s too heavy and so suffocating all that comes out is a choked moan. 

Suguru’s fingers apply pressure to the sides of your throat, gently massaging. 

“Breathe,” he says again, broad chest rising then falling, silently encouraging you to match the pattern. His eyes go dark when you comply, sweet sighs fanning over his mouth, copying his. “Good girl.”

He rears back to take his shirt off and you’re graced with tanned skin and sculpted muscle that distracts you long enough to let him deeper. 

Your nails rake down his back once he’s on you again. Cuttingly sharp whereas his touches are soft as he smooths his hands over your skin, coaxing out all the tension that has you wound up. 

Each caress is torturous and deliberate. Shaping over your hips and squeezing your breasts until a mewl echoes. 

“Feels so good,” he breathes, then kisses you again.

It's devastatingly disarming, and he knows it, because when your body relaxes under him, he wastes no time in driving forward and burying himself to the hilt. Your back arches, and he catches the curve of it with his hand, pulling you against him.

“I know,  baby,” his jaw is clenched tight. Hips rutting so his pelvic bone rolls onto your clit. You wind your legs around him tighter and the massage table whines under your combined weight. “Fuck, stretching so tight around me.”

You know you're being loud when he starts moving. At first, you didn't trust him when he said the walls were thick but right now you don't seem to care.

“So full,” you mumble against his mouth, and he grunts, delivering a brutal thrust that jostles you both.

“Yeah? Where do you feel it, hm?” his palm reaches for your stomach, flattening over the small bulge his cock leaves every time he pumps into you. “Right here?”

All you manage are frantic nods, and he slides his hand down to grind the heel into your clit. Your body tries to buck, but he's so close you can't do more than shiver. 

You're wringing his cock dry. Swallowing every inch and squeezing until his balls draw up. They slap against your ass, messy and loud with your slick, only to get drowned out by your panicked gasp.

“I’m close,” you warn, and he nods in response, pace turning desperate as he chases his own high.

The once comforting blend of scents filtering through the air makes your head swirl.

“Cum with me,” he demands, and there's not a lot you can do to hold off any longer. Pleasure hooks into your spine, and Suguru holds you against his body. The tremors shaking you pass into him and back again.

His grip on your hip is bruising as he spills rope after rope of his cum as deep as he can go, shuddering with his release and letting out breathless moans and gasps that almost send you off the edge again.

Cum spills down your thighs when he pulls out, and he's pushing you back down when you try to get up.

“I’ve got you. Relax,” he says, and hell, he doesn't have to tell you twice.

Your body feels heavy against the bed when he walks away. Water trickles then he’s back again. You can’t lift your head to make sure but you feel the heat of him. And the heat of the cloth that's dragged between your legs as he cleans you with practised ease. When you flinch, still tender and sensitive he only coos and kisses your knee.

Suguru lifts you and readjusts your position on the massage bed, making sure you’re comfortable before draping the towel over your torso again.

“I don't have an appointment for another hour,” he informs you and your lashes flutter, eyes bleary and drawing low with sleep. “You should some rest. I’ll wake you up in a couple minutes.”

You manage a small nod while he shuffles through the room.

It takes a little longer for him to return, but when he does his uniform is back on. Unwrinkled and neat. Hair without as much as a strand out of place.

He touches you again, massaging your shoulders in slow circles that have you drifting closer to dreamland and continues the treatment as if nothing had happened, lazily working his hands over your limp body.

“Finally relaxed.” He hums his approval when you soften under his touch, tracing his fingers over your sternum.

Yeah, definitely coming back next month. You think.

Though next week was probably closer to the truth. 

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[d3ftone]

Roommates | mini series

Pairing: Shoko Ieiri x reader

Synopsis: ‘And they were roommates’ is something you’ve heard so many times, you’ve lost count of how many people began to assume that you and Shoko were secretly together under the guise of being purely friends, as if two women can’t live together without having to be with each other romantically, there’s no way you’d ever be with Shoko romantically but to Shoko that’s all she ever dreams about. Being with you, kissing you and so much more.

Content warning: wlw, reader experiences comphet (compulsory heterosexuality), ‘and they were roommates’ trope, heavy angst, miscommunication, inability to confess, a bit of fluff, swearing, fighting, kissing, drinking & smoking, implication of nanami x reader and utahime x Shoko, mentions of satosugu/satoru/suguru, doctor shoko, reader and shoko live together & sleep together sometimes, shoko just being a yearner, not apart of the canon timeline.

credit: art- @/verazpberry & divider- @/bhavihelps

Chapters:

1950

midnight love

girls like girls

good luck, babe!

Jennifer’s body

be like a women

A/N: I love Shoko, I hope this story does her justice because the drought of fanfics with Shoko feels like a crime.

[ursiday]

Pajama shark I have grown quite fond of you

[juthemagicalclown]

i don't know who needs to hear this but in the official fanbook gege stressed that suguru really loved his family and deeply cared for them. he always made sure to provide nanako and mimiko with food, clothes, a roof and some entertainment. he never imposed his beliefs on them, neither directly nor indirectly like in a manipulative way (which he surely would have been able to). we know he didn't for a fact, which is nanako and mimiko wanting to go eat crepes in jjk0 : it implies unnecessary contact with non-sorcerers and eating something they made, and suguru found it indeed disgusting, yet nanako and mimiko weren't bothered in the slightest at the idea. and not only suguru made sure to bring them there, but he never showed his disgust to them, going as far as eating the crepe he was offered by the twins, when he had basically chosen to lead his new life trying to avoid where possible any contact with or reliance on non-sorcerers whatsoever.