synopsis. men who's brains have been reshaped by the explicit videos they watch
pt i here
ִֶָ. .་༘࿐ pervy men who take a picture of you bending over when you're not looking. a zoomed in close up of your puffy hole pressing against your tight pants.
ִֶָ. .་༘࿐ instead of jerking off to the picture like a regular pervert, they go the full way, finding an online website to make an exact copy of your hole based on the details of the picture, and their imagination. they tailor it to an exact shape, color, size, plumpness, and depth that they predict your hole can accommodate. they pick the max option for tightness, knowing that a virgin like you must be too tight to imagine.
ִֶָ. .་༘࿐ when they're satisfied, they press submit for an order and wait eagerly for the delivery to be made so they can fuck the closest thing he can get to you. don't be mistaken, though. he will fuck you. but he knows stuck up virgins like you need time to break. his cock doesn't want to wait for you, though, so he'll need a substitute while he waits.
ִֶָ. .་༘࿐ he refreshes the shipping page every couple of hours, fingers twitching with impatience. the thought that a box is on its way with you inside of it makes his stomach churn with anticipation. he’s already cleared a space on his nightstand for it. he’s already laid out the lube, the tissues, the towel. he’s rehearsed what he’ll do the first time he sinks into it.
ִֶָ. .་༘࿐ when the box arrives, his hands shake as he pulls the packaging apart, foam bits scattering across the floor. and there it is sitting in his lap, soft and pliant and obscene, molded to match the shape he’s memorized from that stolen picture.
ִֶָ. .་༘࿐ he drags it out of the plastic wrap, strokes his thumb over the lips, presses them apart just enough to see the soft insides waiting for him. he groans loudly. it looks too real.
ִֶָ. .་༘࿐ “fuck me…” he mutters. his cock is throbbing and slick has begun to bead up on his tip, smearing against his boxers. tugging both his underwear and pj pants down in one smooth swoop, he spits on his hand, pumping his cock with his slick saliva, mixing in the precum drooling down his shaft. he's not even bothering with the lube he bought special for this, and shoves himself inside.
ִֶָ. .་༘࿐ it's tight at first, hard to get his thick head inside. with a wince, he pushes through, panting as he shoves it inside the silicone toy until he bottoms out, filling it as much as it'll go. it bulges in the soft tummy portion, his head squishing upwards to make an indent in the belly.
ִֶָ. .་༘࿐ his head tips back, a raw sound scraping out of his throat. “oh my gosh, that’s it, your hole squeezing- oh fuck.” he pumps into it desperately, the way he’s imagined doing to you a hundred times. every thrust drags sticky and wet.
ִֶָ. .་༘࿐ he’s rutting into it like a starved animal, drool at the corner of his mouth, heavy balls slapping against the base as he fucks it into his desk.
ִֶָ. .་༘࿐ he talks the whole time. tells it how sweet you are, how he knew you’d feel this way, how you’re made for him. he apologizes, too. for using a copy instead of the real thing and for not waiting like a gentleman, even while he ruts harder, slamming it down to the base because his body doesn’t care about apologies.
ִֶָ. .་༘࿐ he moans your name. cries it, actually. loud and messy, hands clutched into the hips of the toy as he slams his cock forward, walls hugging him tight, squeezing the way he swears your hole would if you’d just let him in. “oh god, fuck, that’s you, that’s you,” he babbles, hips jerking, losing rhythm.
ִֶָ. .་༘࿐ but it’s not enough. no matter how good it grips him, no matter how much his cock pulses at the way it hugs his shaft, he knows it’s not real. it’s not warm and wet and trembling. it’s not you clenching helplessly around him. he cums hard anyway, spilling thick ropes inside the toy while imagining he’s painting your insides, filling you until it drips out. he’s shaking, spilling deep into the toy, stuffing it full until his cum leaks out the bottom.
ִֶָ. .་༘࿐ he doesn’t stop there. he uses it again and again, every night. he cleans it obsessively, oils it, warms it before use, treats it like it is you. every orgasm just makes him crazier for the real thing.
ִֶָ. .་༘࿐ he starts bringing it everywhere. even in the bathroom during work breaks. he jerks into it with the same shaky desperation every time, never satisfied, always finishing with a promise under his breath: “soon. i’ll have the real thing soon.”
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series summary. dank ain't the only thing you suckin' up like a slurpee. but sweet bunny bae—you've been fucking up the money lately. so this year for 420 you're gonna need more cash than '5 on it' from your customers (𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐜𝐡!𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢, 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐛𝐨𝐲!𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚, 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐠!𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨, 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐧!𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐚, 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧!𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 & 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐣𝐨)—or face the consequences from your supplier: 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐝!𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 (main pairing)
cw. 𝓶𝓭𝓷𝓲. college au. jjk men x plug!reader. bimbo!reader. reader is for the ~streets~. drugs. reader pet names: bunny. age gaps. inappropriate relationships. very casual sex and situationships—separate pairings but one cohesive story. an overall crack fic, so enjoy!
an. happy new years babes! this is so late as I meant to release for 420 before my account got nuked temporarily. but its been sitting with 11k and getting pretty long since last 420 so I want to break it up and it's my goal to clear out my drafts this year! i already have the first 4 parts written!
♬.ᐟ luniz - i got 5 on it
𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓰𝓮𝓭 (𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐧. 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐜)
✨PART 1 OUT NOW!✨
✺ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞┆the wager — druglord!suguru
✺ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨┆tba — coach!toji
✺ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞┆tba — fratboy!sukuna
✺ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫┆tba — retired plug!choso
✺ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞┆tba — dean!higuruma
✺ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐱┆tba — librarian!nanami
✺ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧┆tba — nerdjo
✺ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭┆tba — (bonus! surprise)
an. will update this between other works, first 4 chapters are already done though. ;)
𝐬𝐮𝐦. poor Housecat!Reader, Gojo and Sukuna left you all alone today—but Exotic Pet Owner!Geto is still home and if you ask him nicely, surely he'll play with you! ♡ 𝓂𝒹𝓃𝒾.𝟣𝟪 𝐰𝐜: 3286
ᨐฅ : this is left overs from pt.2 i never finished so that's why it's only Geto, but I did add a bit more to make up for only mentioning Gojo and just a bit of Sukuna, hope y'all enjoy!
Caracal!Sukuna who thinks his only problem when it comes to you is Gojo, which he has since solved for the most part by building you a nest. So whenever Gojo is away, Sukuna sees it as an opportune time for him to go for a nice long romp in the forest.
The other hybrids are becoming much too complacent with him indoors now, he needs to keep them on their toes.
Sukuna thinks you should be perfectly content in the nest he dutifully made and re-scents with you daily, making sure to pamper his mate lots of his attention.
Yet Sukuna will soon realize the silent killer is usually the deadliest. Not only are you far more spoiled and needy than he originally imagined—but he learns the real threat is Geto.
Appearances are certainly deceiving when it comes to Geto as it's pretty clear from the start he only tolerates all the hybrids and animals to appease Gojo's whimsy.
Geto Suguru is anything but a pet person.
Yet despite his indifference to pets, he finds himself rather enjoying your sweet lil presence. There’s something endearing about you, much like his equally needy and attention seeking husband and the two of you can keep each other company so Geto can have a moment to himself.
And above all else?
Geto still is a man.
As such he is also not immune to your sugary demeanor nor the sensual appeal of your fluffy tail swishing behind your cute perky bottom that's always peaking out of something much too short or tight for you thanks to Gojo.
However, Geto has a certain couth about him that doesn’t bind him to chase after you—unlike Sukuna with his acute mating instinct or Gojo with his severely debased perversions.
As a result, it’s you dear Housecat!Reader, that seeks him out.
You solicit Geto’s indulgences only during the times of perfect chaos—when Gojo's clan responsibilities distract him and Sukuna, keeping track of only Gojo, thinks you are still asleep in your nest while he is out terrorizing the reserve.
So of course you’d paw at Geto’s door this time as well, not ever wanting to be alone.
Exotic Pet Owner!Geto who doesn't acknowledge you at first when you pop your head into his office. With Gojo out of everyone's hair, Geto has a chance to catch up on all the extensive paperwork and licensing that comes with owning a nature reserve with both private and public donors. Not to mention any organizational delegation with keeping the mansion in one piece, fell to him.
The Gojo estate would swiftly spiral into shame as a crazy neighborhood hoarder house overrun with frivolously expensive junk and unkempt hybrids—who would all multiply carelessly and run amok—if it wasn't for Geto keeping things in check.
You don't know any of this of course—no room for boring procedures nor responsibilities with all the fluff and rainbows always dancing in your cute furry lil’ head.
However, you do know Geto is almost always busy and you really don't want to be a bother—but you can't help yourself this time!
You're really bored, plus you really do miss him~♡!
It’s been too long since you didn’t have either Sukuna or Gojo to keep you company.
Standing in the doorway, you fidget with your tail. You know, he knows you’re there but Geto doesn’t cater or baby you like Sukuna or Gojo. If you wanted his attention you had to go to him and ask for it nicely like a big girl kitty.
However, that doesn’t mean you can’t have a lil fun with it.
With a coy glint in your eye, you slink to the floor and begin a slow, teasing crawl towards Geto. On all fours, your short white slip pushes up past your bare hips, swaying as your fluffy tail swishes. Slipping beneath his broad cypress-wood desk, you settle at Geto’s feet. Your tail curls around his legs as you brush against him with soft affectionate purrs.
Geto only hums, not looking up from his papers but his skillful fingers don't need to. He knows the exact spot to scratch behind your ears that sends a jolt down of dopamine down your spine and has you purring even louder, tilted fully into his touch.
Yet with Suguru's main focus elsewhere you easily grow restless for more attention, nudging at his hand when his fingers slow to mere half-hearted pets that leave you yearning for more. It's not long after that you find yourself nosing your head between his robes. Your cheek smooshes innocently on his bulge as you gaze up with adoring, pleading eyes.
"Suguuuu... pet me more—jus' for a bit… Everyone else left me all alone n’ m’bored…pretty please~♡?"
Geto sighs, pushing up his reading glasses to massage the bridge of his nose as he knows he'll have to pay you a good deal of attention now so you'd let him be.
Reclining, elbow propped up on the leather chair, Geto rests his head in his hand. His focus is drawn down to the adorably pathetic way you've further attached yourself to his leg.
"Hmm, such a troublesome lil kitty..."
Geto closes his eyes, savoring the swampy heat of your pantyless cunt shamelessly sliding up and down his shin. You might be a ditzy little feline, but your seductive charms were unmatched between any hybrid or human he knew.
“...spoiled too. You only come to me now as a last resort. That hurts my feelings, you know…”
The dark look on Geto’s features now says he’s anything but wounded but you don’t care, nuzzling your face into his covered cock all the more, feeling it harden beneath you—you missed having his smell on you too.
You mewl, body already too sensitive from your lust feeling your sensitive clit scrape against his robes, fully humping his muscular leg.
Geto will let you work yourself up into a tizzy too, panting, you're cute lil tongue peeking between your fangs—using him to rut against until your pussy leaves a honeyed slime trail on his robes. The more sweet cream your cunny spills on him the more of an excuse he has to reprimand you later.
“Suguuu, m’sorry let me make it up to you, I promise I’ll drink up all your milk this time, kay?~♡”
Of course, Geto pretends like it’s a bother but he’s faintly smirking as he unties his robes. Someone had to be a responsible owner around here—and what kind of owner would he be to deny you nutrition?
Exotic Pet Owner!Geto who finds that sweet spot behind your ears again as you suck down every inch of his long thick length down your throat. You can barely breathe but the sweet release of endorphins from his heavy hands caressing your soft fur, has your head swimming and trachea loosening to take him deeper.
The pleasant sensations of being pet by Geto are so heavenly you don’t even mind the contrast of him savagely fucking your throat like his personal fleshlight as you go completely slack in his hold—save for your hips still rocking, albeit lazily, against his drenched robes.
So debased and animalistic, it’s times like these Geto can see the appeal of hybrids, so willing to be diluted to the rawest form of pleasure.
“Good kitty, my sweet persian… opening up so wide for me, hm? Now if you swallow every drop, I’ll pet you just the way you like it…” Geto sucks in air through his teeth, his praises making your throat all the more complacent. “…as much as you can handle.”
Geto teeters on the brink, the wet chorus of your gulps, gurgles, and desperate groans around his cock shoves him straight over the edge—your hunger for his release feeding your own aching need leaking out of your core and soaking your thighs along with his robes. His growl rumbles low and feral as his fingers dig harder into the fur at your skull. The vigorous vibrations of your gags, paired with the sharp, euphoric sting of your fangs grazing his base, tear the last bits of restraint from him. With a deep shudder, Geto floods your throat, spraying your vocal cords white. Geto he keeps you pinned there, choking and swallowing until every drop of his viscous milk is gone, sinking heavily into your belly.
Once he finally calms enough to dislodge his hefty length from your throat, you’re left hiccoughing, dizzy—your lungs strain from finally being refilled with air after being forced to breathe nothing but cock for so long. You’re a mess—panting, throat fucked out, with remenants of his ‘milk’ seeping from the corners of your puffy lips—but you’re not done.
Cheek pressed against his bare thigh you look up at him with the cutest drooly lil pout. Your body trembles with want, your eyes begging for more as you languidly grab Geto’s length, giving it a few more firm pumps. You tongue wantonly at tiny droplets that dribble out like you still haven’t had enough of his milk yet after completely draining him dry. Hips jerking, Geto grits his teeth, cursing. He’s still too sensitive from just coming for more of your teasing.
“Yummy, oishii Suguuu~♡”
Smacking your lips ‘ahhhh’ you smile up at him with a giggle, making for sure to get ‘every last drop’ as you promised.
“Now, may I have my pets, pretty please~♡?”
Exotic Pet Owner!Geto who has you laid over his lap, your soft stomach resting on his knees. Bare ass in air you shiver, exposed to the chill of the A/C from your flimsy panties being pushed down and bunched at your knees. Pen in Geto's right hand, still filling out documents—all while his left is lodged three long fingers deep into your creamy core.
"You already have one foolishly doting owner—not to mention a psychotically possessive alpha as a mate—but that isn't nearly enough to sate the boredom of our greedy princess persian, now is it?"
You try to answer but you can't do anything but let your pussy do the talking for you. With your well-fucked throat out of commision, her squelches becoming louder than the wordless croaky moans that spill out of you.
Geto tuts at you, setting down his pen.
Your continued disobedience is now deserving of his full attention.
"Such a shame, this spoiled lil' pussy has no manners."
SMACK!
"First she ruins my robes with her sticky filth—"
SMACK!
"—now, she insists on answering for you, when it's not her turn to speak yet—"
SMACK!
"—you can't even get a word in, can you, princess?"
SMACK!
Your walls contract around his digits dragging along your insides, stirring up your guts and all thoughts in your head. Boredom is the last thing concerning you now with Suguru probing this deeply inside you, and raining delicious punishment on your bottom.
The way he pets you, igniting just the right toxic mixture of pleasure and pain leaves you reeling—Suguru always gives you the best pets.
"Although, I suppose your mouth has worked hard enough today and deserves a break...”
Babbling meows and whimpers, your ass jiggles from the feverish way you rock back on his fingers, wanting him to pet your insides even deeper until they feel like they might even breach your womb.
“Let’s see what this hole has to say then, hm little kitty?”
Geto doesn't hesitate to stick his thumb fully past the tight ring of muscle into your twitchy asshole. You're mewling out soft lil moans so nicely for him, as you pull desperately on his robes, claws extended.
You know he will punish you even harder if you rip them, but alas you can't control your body. Geto's fingers mold into your cunt like she was his fitted glove, keeping all of your lower holes entertained and plugged for hours if need be. Your pretty manicured claws rake down the fibers tearing into Geto’s robe, kneading biscuits into his thighs as his fingers liquify your doughy core.
Too much~too good! ♡
Geto easily pulls two toe curing orgasms out of you as you spray your fluids all down his forearm, sprinkling puddles onto the floor. Your body trembles with pleasure, the flimsy slip rucked high around your hips, its straps fall down your arms until the fabric hangs around your waist like a belt. Your tits spill free, heavy and aching, nipples hardened and swollen, smashed against hard thighs as you squirm restlessly in his lap.
Geto gives you a small recoverly, hurriedly swirling his fingers over your clit, thumb still lodged firmly in your ass, but you’re too worked up—you need more.
“Suguuu… m’more! A-Again!~♡”
What a greedy girl. Geto ascertains from your shameless begging even though he’s already made you cum twice.
You need patience and the discipline that neither Gojo nor Sukuna gives you.
Seemingly appeasing you Geto’s fingers suddenly piston into your sloppy cunt faster, your lewd squelching loudly echoing throughout the office and likely down the halls of the mansion by now.
Yet Geto pointedly denies you the one thing you’re aching for.
Every thrust of his digits skims just shy of your sweet spot, keeping you thrashing on his lap, grinding down harder, desperate to chase the angle he withholds. Your mewls climb higher, broken and desperate, tail lashing and swishing in frantic frustration—until it whips too sharply in your own pleasure, smacking across Geto’s face and nearly knocking his reading glasses askew.
Geto jaw tightens, irritation flashing across his features as he amps up his punishment.
With a growl Geto nips down hard on your tail, the sting is well timed with the brutal slam of his fingers ramming right into your achy spongy spot at long last.
"MMM—SUGUUUU NNNGH ♡~~!"
You gush once more on his thick fingers, the intense mix of pleasure and pain sizzling your nerves down to nothing. Geto doesn't stop though, he won't. Not until your legs become utter jello. Not until your entire body is a mess of slick, drool and goo.
You’re sure at one point you might have passed out, too much pleasure overloading your lil kitty brain, you’d die from this much. Willingly yourself to move you force your shaky useless limbs to work enough to slide completely off of him and onto the floor. Even the ‘thud’ as you hit the ground feels pleasurable as every nerve is still buzzing from Geto’s ‘pets’.
Exotic Pet Owner!Geto who is very true to his word that he’d give you as many ‘pets’ as you could handle, he wouldn’t stop—as long as you remained in his lap his fingers would remain patrolling in your creamy cunt, on duty for as long as you needed to be ‘entertained’.
As a responsible hybrid owner Geto knows he has to sufficiently tire out a rowdy pet and he accomplishes this task well, quelling your hyperactive drive—for now.
Shaking his head, Geto tuts down at you, an utterly fucked-out pile of fur curling around his feet once again, a dazed content grin on your face this time.
“Tsk, tsk and here I thought you missed me…”
This was ultimately good though, he could finally get some more work done now.
“I-I doooo♡~”
You purr softly from the floor, so drowsy now from pleasure you could fall asleep right here.
Geto smirks, such a good persian you are—so willing to please.
“Then you aren’t quite done yet, princess. Time to clean up your mess.”
Caracal!Sukuna who knows something is a miss when he comes back in and the perfume of your decadent cunny is saturating the halls. You touching yourself while he wasn’t away, wasn’t to be unexpected (although he told you many times not to touch his pussy without his permission)—this much was unusual.
Easily overstimulated and your own stamina for work low, you’d easily be drifting off to sleep from a minor orgasms, this much though?
Sukuna tracks down your scent until he reaches Geto’s wing of the house, instantly seeing red.
This motherfucker.
Sukuna has to chain down the savage impulse that bubbles up to disfigure Geto’s face the moment he steps inside. Absolutely murderous at the sight of you, slack on your knees, body drooping limply against Geto’s leg like a spent lil’ toy. You’re half-asleep, dazed, yet still loyally obedient as you lap at your own creamy slick smeared along Geto’s fingers. Each digit disappears between your swollen lips, sucked down like his cock, tongue curling around the knuckles before you drag them free with a wet pop.
Geto doesn’t even spare a glance at Sukuna.
His gaze remains fixed on the stack of papers in his other hand, reviewing calmly, as if your ruined body worshiping him on the floor were nothing but background noise.
It makes Sukuna’s claws itch to carve the sly smirk off Geto’s face.
And yet—watching you so pliant, so fucked-out and messy, your mouth working like you were born to swallow—it makes his cock twitch with a hunger no amount of rage can burn away, which in turn makes Sukuna all the more frustrated.
Sukuna underestimated Geto, the stoic no-nonsense man that seemed to think everyone but Gojo was beneath him—that won’t happen again.
Locking eyes with Sukuna, Geto takes much pleasure in his furry, his lips spreading to a wide grin as his words hit like a dagger.
"It was up to me to play with the little kitty today, so I had tired her out myself—seeing as you cannot control your own mate's wild desires."
Caracal!Sukuna who hasn’t forgotten and openly hisses at his own words being thrown back at him, hell raging in him as his pupils dilate dangerously. Geto is unaffected though, going back to his work and requesting Sukuna to shut the door behind him when he leaves—to which Sukuna gives him the finger.
Sukuna swoops in, scooping you up with the same rough ease he always uses when prying you off Gojo—ready to sling you over his shoulder like a sack. But he halts mid-motion, grip shifting as the sudden jolt has you hiccoughing roughly.
For a beat, he cradles you awkwardly in his arms, almost princess-style.
“Oh, and you might want to get her some tea. Her throat’s especially tired,” Geto drawls without looking up.
Sukuna doesn’t answer—only snarls out damnation under his breath.
Unfortunately for Sukuna, you love your owners and your cushy pampered lifestyle so mauling them bloody and kidnapping you to escape to the actual wilderness with him was simply out of the question.
Sukuna knows this well by now.
Yet the fact still remains Sukuna frankly needs to instill some basic fitness and outdoor survival skills into your floofly lil head so you could at least somewhat keep up with him on his runs in the forest. Now that he knows he cannot leave you alone for a single second indoors.
Perhaps he could teach you how to climb a tree and stay there for a while so he could watch you while he preys on the other hybrids?
Easier said than done though.
Training you would take time and as spoiled as you are, you definitely will be resistant to any bit of cold, dirt or excretion that comes with being outside.
Sukuna laments that his muscles will likely grow weak and atrophy—unless he could find a way to break you from your posh 24/7 sedentary lifestyle.
Caracal!Sukuna surely has his work cut out for him turning you, Housecat!Reader into an ‘outdoor kitty’ if he wants to keep you away from Exotic Pet Owners!Satosugu's —especially with your next heat just around the corner.
ᨐฅ: tysm for reading! there is a p4 planned where reader goes into a full heat and is just caracal!sukuna x housecat!reader, he finally gonna breed a l. buuuuut i have to focus on kinktober now, so will pick this back up sometime afterwards!
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Suguru Geto is your bully, your boss, and now your...baby daddy?
pairings: baby daddy!Geto x f!reader x coworker!Nanami
content: MDNI, angst and fluff and smut, coworker AU, rivals-to-coparents, toxic relationship dynamics, bullying, Geto and reader HATE each other (for now), unplanned pregnancy, hidden baby trope (sorta), hatefucking, piv sex, oral (m! receiving), reader is incredibly petty, descriptions of pregnancy symptoms, more tags to be added
art creds: @/Bom61487782 on x for suguru + @/Neconi_o0 for nanami I believe !!
chapter index
plucked | picking petals | thorns | ripping out the roots | yours, mine, his | in bloom | overgrown garden | new seeds | clipped
You guys won’t believe the amount of sadness I feel because Suguru Geto is not real and I can’t kiss him. Like I need him and every time I see an edit of him I mourn what could’ve happened. 🥲
If I ever write I would write about him cause that man is FINEEEEE!!!!
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