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ST★RS IN HER EYES ♰ ria 9teen jjk centric sfw

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my love, my profound love, my angel-minded sweetheart

˗ˋˏ ❤︎ ˎˊ˗ in which you fall in-love with your childhood bestfriend, suguru geto, a beautifully curated timeline!

the rain is pouring so heavily against the windowpane that it completely drowns out the sound of the television, but neither of you is paying attention to it anyway.

suguru is sitting on the floor of your living room, his back resting against the base of the couch, carefully threading a thin piece of red string through a collection of small silver beads. his long hair is tied up in a loose, messy bun, a few dark strands framing his face as he concentrates with an intensity that seems entirely too serious for a simple friendship bracelet.

you watch him from your spot on the sofa, a soft, helpless smile pulling at your lips. you’ve known the exact shape of his hands, the specific rumble of his laugh, and the quiet kindness of his heart for as long as you can remember.

❤︎ CHILDHOOD: THE BOY NEXT DOOR!

it was a sweltering afternoon in july, where the air feels thick and heavy right before a summer storm drops out of nowhere. suguru’s family had just moved into the traditional house at the end of the cul-de-sac the weekend before. you had only caught glimpses of him—a quiet, lanky boy helping his mother carry light cardboard boxes on the porch, his dark hair already long enough to tuck behind his ears.

you were sitting on the concrete edge of the neighborhood park's sandbox, entirely engrossed in organizing a brand-new, sixty-four-pack of crayons into perfect color gradients. it was your most prized possession.

then, the sky turned a bruised, heavy shade of purple, and a massive crack of thunder echoed across the playground.

startled, you jumped, your elbow catching the side of the plastic box. in a split second, dozens of bright wax sticks went tumbling into the dirt, rolling into the grass and scattering across the gravel path. before a single tear could even well up in your eyes, the clouds opened up, heavy, fat raindrops smacking against the concrete.

you scrambled on your hands and knees, desperately trying to scoop up the wax before the water ruined the paper labels. shadow suddenly fell over your small frame, shielding you from the downpour.

you looked up, blinking through the gray rain.

it was the new boy from down the street. suguru was holding a bright, ridiculously oversized yellow umbrella. he didn't say a single word. instead, he carefully tilted the umbrella completely over your head, leaving his own right shoulder and arm entirely exposed to the pouring rain as he dropped to his knees beside you in the mud.

with deliberate, quiet patience, his small hands began gathering your scattered crayons. he picked up the cerulean, the burnt sienna, the carnation pink, wiping the wet dirt off each one with the hem of his own t-shirt before placing them gently back into your box.

once the last crayon was safely returned, he looked at you through his damp bangs, his dark, narrow eyes curving into a tiny, incredibly gentle smile. he reached into his pocket and pulled out a slightly crinkled, foil-wrapped package of strawberry biscuits, snapping it perfectly in half and offering the larger piece to you.

"i'm geto," he said, his voice small but remarkably steady against the sound of the rain. "do you want to walk home together?"

from that afternoon on, you were entirely inseparable.

childhood became a beautiful, sun-drenched blur of scraped knees, climbing the giant oak tree that connected your backyards, and riding bicycles until the streetlights flickered on. suguru was always the steady anchor in your universe. if you climbed too high up the branches, he was always waiting at the bottom with open arms and a reassuring look. if you had a nightmare, he would walk over to your house in his pajamas, sitting on your porch steps to talk about nothing at all until the sky turned pale blue and you felt safe enough to go back to sleep. you knew him in his purest, quietest form, long before the rest of the world realized how incredible he was.

❤︎ HIGHSCHOOL: DON'T CATCH A COLD!

high school brought changes—different classes, new circles of friends, and the inevitable growth that comes with turning sixteen. but suguru never moved an inch from your side. he grew taller, his shoulders broadening out, and his quiet demeanor sharpened into a confidence that drew people in. yet, no matter how crowded the school hallways were, his eyes always found yours the second you walked into a room.

you realized you were completely, irrevocably in love with him on a cold tuesday in november during your junior year.

you had stayed late in the library to study for a history exam, entirely losing track of time. when the building closed, you walked out into the freezing night air, shivering in your thin sweater because you had forgotten your jacket in your locker.

you didn't even have to look up to know he was waiting by the school gates. suguru stepped out from under the streetlamp, already unzipping his heavy winter coat. without a word, he draped it over your shoulders, wrapping you in his familiar, comforting warmth. as he reached down to gently tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear, his thumb brushed against your freezing cheek.

"you're going to catch a cold," he murmured, his voice incredibly soft, his dark eyes looking down at you with an intensity that made your breath catch in your throat.

in that split second, looking at the gentle curve of his smile under the amber streetlight, you knew. he wasn't just your best friend anymore. he was everything.

❤︎ SWEETHEARTS: YOU'RE MY CONSTANT

dating suguru felt less like stepping into a new relationship and more like finally coming home.

there were no grand, loud declarations. instead, it happened on his bedroom floor during senior year, surrounded by graduation pamphlets and old college applications. you had been venting about the overwhelming fear of the future, of things changing too fast, when suguru reached out and caught your hand.

his grip was warm, and entirely steady.

"things can change all they want," he had said softly, his thumb tracing the back of your knuckles. "but i'm not going anywhere. i want to be wherever you are. always."

when he leaned in to kiss you for the first time, it was hesitant, as if he was giving you the space to back away if you wanted to. it tasted like sweet tea and felt like the culmination of ten years of shared secrets, late-night phone calls, and just . . love. when you melted into it, a soft, relieved sigh left his lips, his hand moving to gently cradle the back of your neck.

❤︎ THE FUTURE: IF I WERE TO LIVE A THOUSAND LIVES, I'D MAKE YOU MINE IN EACH ONE

back in the present, suguru finally snips the end of the red string with a pair of scissors. he turns around on the floor, resting his forearms on your knees as he looks up at you, a soft, incredibly tender smile playing on his lips.

"finished," he murmurs, taking your left wrist and gently tying the bracelet around it. the silver beads catch the warm light of the living room lamp. "a reminder for your desk at college next semester."

you look down at the bracelet, then up into his dark eyes. the future used to terrify you, but looking at him now—with his hair falling loosely around his shoulders and his heart completely open to you—the years ahead feel like a beautiful, unwritten adventure.

"i love it," you whisper, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his forehead, then down to his nose, before finally resting your lips against his.

suguru lets out a contented rumble, his hands coming up to rest on your waist, pulling you just a little bit closer into his space. "i love you," he says against your lips, his voice steady, sure, and filled with a warmth that has never changed since you were seven years old. "every version of you, in every chapter."

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how sukuna cuddles < 3 ft. trueform!sukuna

it’s the middle of winter with the kind of cold afternoon that practically begs you to stay under the blankets forever, and fortunately for you, you have absolutely no intention of moving.

mostly because you physically can’t.

wrapped securely in the center of the bed, you are currently acting as the anchor for four massive, heavily tattooed arms. true form sukuna is, by all definitions of the word, an absolute mountain of a being. to the rest of the world, his four-armed, towering stature is a legendary symbol of horror, but right now, in the quiet sanctuary of your room, he is nothing more than a giant space heater who refuses to let you go.

you shift slightly, trying to pull the heavy duvet up over your shoulders, and the subtle movement instantly triggers a deep, gravelly rumble from the chest pressed against your back. it’s a low, vibrating purr of a sound that you can feel right through your spine.

"stop squirming, woman," sukuna mutters, his voice thick with sleep, the rough edge of it completely softened by his drowsy state.

before you can even respond, his upper right arm tightens securely around your waist, pulling you back flush against his broad, solid torso until there isn't a single millimeter of space left between you. his upper left hand comes up to gently rest over your hip, his long, sharp-clawed fingers splaying wide across your fabric, completely dwarfing your frame. his hands are huge, but he moves them with a gentleness that completely contradicts his intimidating appearance.

you smile into the dim room, reaching down to intertwine your fingers with his lower left hand, which is resting lazily near your stomach. his second set of arms is located lower on his torso. his lower right hand is currently hooked casually over your thigh, anchoring you to the mattress like a warm weighted blanket.

"i'm just trying to get comfortable," you whisper, tilting your head back to look up at him.

sukuna slowly opens his primary set of eyes, the crimson depths blinking down at you with lazy affection. his secondary set of eyes, positioned just below the first, remain shut, completely relaxed. a slow, soft smirk tugs at the corner of his marked lips as he leans down, burying his face directly into the crook of your neck. his short, spiky hair tickles your jawline, and you let out a soft giggle as he plants a warm, lingering kiss right against your pulse point.

"you're already comfortable," he rumbles against your skin, his breath hot and soothing. "you're right where you belong."

sleeping next to someone with four arms means that standard cuddling rules do not exist. there is no awkward repositioning, no limbs falling asleep, and absolutely no way for the cold air to seep under the blankets. he can hold you completely secure against his chest with one set of arms while using his other set to stroke your hair, pull the blankets higher, or trace lazy, intricate patterns along your arms.

his upper left hand leaves your hip, his large fingers gently tangling into your hair. he starts taking long, slow strokes from the crown of your head down to your shoulders, something he only ever indulges in when the two of you are completely alone. the repetitive, gentle motion makes your own eyes start to feel heavy, the pure, unadulterated comfort of his presence completely washing over you.

"you're like a giant furnace," you murmur, shifting your head to rest comfortably on his massive bicep, which serves as the perfect, solid pillow.

"hmpf. you complain about the cold every winter, so consider yourself lucky," he teases, though the sheer fondness in his gravelly voice entirely ruins his tough words. to emphasize his point, his lower arms tighten their grip just a fraction, pulling your lower half even closer into his massive lap, completely cocooning you in his radiating heat.

he is vast, covered in dark, ancient markings, and possesses a presence that could easily command a room, but here, he uses his massive size solely to shield you from the chilly afternoon. you turn around completely within his grasp, shifting so you are facing him. it takes a bit of maneuvering given the sheer volume of limbs involved, but sukuna accommodates you effortlessly, his arms shifting like fluid shadows to open up space before closing right back around you.

now face-to-face, you rest your smaller hands against his broad chest, feeling the steady, powerful thumping of his heart beneath his tattoos. sukuna looks down at you, his sharp features completely softened by the quiet intimacy of the moment. he reaches up with one of his right hands, his thumb gently smoothing over your cheekbone, wiping away a stray strand of hair.

"still cold?" he asks softly, his eyes searching yours.

"not at all," you smile, leaning into his warm palm.

you lean up just a fraction, pressing a soft, sweet kiss directly to his jawline, right over one of his dark markings. sukuna’s eyes darken with an incredibly tender, possessive warmth. he lets out another low, satisfied rumble, leaning down to press his lips firmly against yours in a slow, deep kiss that feels entirely like adoration.

when he pulls back, he shifts his weight slightly, burying his face back into your hair and pulling the thick duvet all the way up to your ears with his free hand. all four of his massive arms lock securely around you once more, forming an impenetrable, incredibly cozy fortress against the rest of the world.

outside, the rain continues to fall, but inside the safety of his arms, you are completely warm, completely safe, and utterly loved.

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my love, my profound love, my angel-minded sweetheart

˗ˋˏ ❤︎ ˎˊ˗ in which you fall in-love with your childhood bestfriend, suguru geto, a beautifully curated timeline!

the rain is pouring so heavily against the windowpane that it completely drowns out the sound of the television, but neither of you is paying attention to it anyway.

suguru is sitting on the floor of your living room, his back resting against the base of the couch, carefully threading a thin piece of red string through a collection of small silver beads. his long hair is tied up in a loose, messy bun, a few dark strands framing his face as he concentrates with an intensity that seems entirely too serious for a simple friendship bracelet.

you watch him from your spot on the sofa, a soft, helpless smile pulling at your lips. you’ve known the exact shape of his hands, the specific rumble of his laugh, and the quiet kindness of his heart for as long as you can remember.

❤︎ CHILDHOOD: THE BOY NEXT DOOR!

it was a sweltering afternoon in july, where the air feels thick and heavy right before a summer storm drops out of nowhere. suguru’s family had just moved into the traditional house at the end of the cul-de-sac the weekend before. you had only caught glimpses of him—a quiet, lanky boy helping his mother carry light cardboard boxes on the porch, his dark hair already long enough to tuck behind his ears.

you were sitting on the concrete edge of the neighborhood park's sandbox, entirely engrossed in organizing a brand-new, sixty-four-pack of crayons into perfect color gradients. it was your most prized possession.

then, the sky turned a bruised, heavy shade of purple, and a massive crack of thunder echoed across the playground.

startled, you jumped, your elbow catching the side of the plastic box. in a split second, dozens of bright wax sticks went tumbling into the dirt, rolling into the grass and scattering across the gravel path. before a single tear could even well up in your eyes, the clouds opened up, heavy, fat raindrops smacking against the concrete.

you scrambled on your hands and knees, desperately trying to scoop up the wax before the water ruined the paper labels. shadow suddenly fell over your small frame, shielding you from the downpour.

you looked up, blinking through the gray rain.

it was the new boy from down the street. suguru was holding a bright, ridiculously oversized yellow umbrella. he didn't say a single word. instead, he carefully tilted the umbrella completely over your head, leaving his own right shoulder and arm entirely exposed to the pouring rain as he dropped to his knees beside you in the mud.

with deliberate, quiet patience, his small hands began gathering your scattered crayons. he picked up the cerulean, the burnt sienna, the carnation pink, wiping the wet dirt off each one with the hem of his own t-shirt before placing them gently back into your box.

once the last crayon was safely returned, he looked at you through his damp bangs, his dark, narrow eyes curving into a tiny, incredibly gentle smile. he reached into his pocket and pulled out a slightly crinkled, foil-wrapped package of strawberry biscuits, snapping it perfectly in half and offering the larger piece to you.

"i'm geto," he said, his voice small but remarkably steady against the sound of the rain. "do you want to walk home together?"

from that afternoon on, you were entirely inseparable.

childhood became a beautiful, sun-drenched blur of scraped knees, climbing the giant oak tree that connected your backyards, and riding bicycles until the streetlights flickered on. suguru was always the steady anchor in your universe. if you climbed too high up the branches, he was always waiting at the bottom with open arms and a reassuring look. if you had a nightmare, he would walk over to your house in his pajamas, sitting on your porch steps to talk about nothing at all until the sky turned pale blue and you felt safe enough to go back to sleep. you knew him in his purest, quietest form, long before the rest of the world realized how incredible he was.

❤︎ HIGHSCHOOL: DON'T CATCH A COLD!

high school brought changes—different classes, new circles of friends, and the inevitable growth that comes with turning sixteen. but suguru never moved an inch from your side. he grew taller, his shoulders broadening out, and his quiet demeanor sharpened into a confidence that drew people in. yet, no matter how crowded the school hallways were, his eyes always found yours the second you walked into a room.

you realized you were completely, irrevocably in love with him on a cold tuesday in november during your junior year.

you had stayed late in the library to study for a history exam, entirely losing track of time. when the building closed, you walked out into the freezing night air, shivering in your thin sweater because you had forgotten your jacket in your locker.

you didn't even have to look up to know he was waiting by the school gates. suguru stepped out from under the streetlamp, already unzipping his heavy winter coat. without a word, he draped it over your shoulders, wrapping you in his familiar, comforting warmth. as he reached down to gently tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear, his thumb brushed against your freezing cheek.

"you're going to catch a cold," he murmured, his voice incredibly soft, his dark eyes looking down at you with an intensity that made your breath catch in your throat.

in that split second, looking at the gentle curve of his smile under the amber streetlight, you knew. he wasn't just your best friend anymore. he was everything.

❤︎ SWEETHEARTS: YOU'RE MY CONSTANT

dating suguru felt less like stepping into a new relationship and more like finally coming home.

there were no grand, loud declarations. instead, it happened on his bedroom floor during senior year, surrounded by graduation pamphlets and old college applications. you had been venting about the overwhelming fear of the future, of things changing too fast, when suguru reached out and caught your hand.

his grip was warm, and entirely steady.

"things can change all they want," he had said softly, his thumb tracing the back of your knuckles. "but i'm not going anywhere. i want to be wherever you are. always."

when he leaned in to kiss you for the first time, it was hesitant, as if he was giving you the space to back away if you wanted to. it tasted like sweet tea and felt like the culmination of ten years of shared secrets, late-night phone calls, and just . . love. when you melted into it, a soft, relieved sigh left his lips, his hand moving to gently cradle the back of your neck.

❤︎ THE FUTURE: IF I WERE TO LIVE A THOUSAND LIVES, I'D MAKE YOU MINE IN EACH ONE

back in the present, suguru finally snips the end of the red string with a pair of scissors. he turns around on the floor, resting his forearms on your knees as he looks up at you, a soft, incredibly tender smile playing on his lips.

"finished," he murmurs, taking your left wrist and gently tying the bracelet around it. the silver beads catch the warm light of the living room lamp. "a reminder for your desk at college next semester."

you look down at the bracelet, then up into his dark eyes. the future used to terrify you, but looking at him now—with his hair falling loosely around his shoulders and his heart completely open to you—the years ahead feel like a beautiful, unwritten adventure.

"i love it," you whisper, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his forehead, then down to his nose, before finally resting your lips against his.

suguru lets out a contented rumble, his hands coming up to rest on your waist, pulling you just a little bit closer into his space. "i love you," he says against your lips, his voice steady, sure, and filled with a warmth that has never changed since you were seven years old. "every version of you, in every chapter."

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the kitchen counter was an absolute disaster. flour coated the countrs, a rogue eggshell was sitting in the sink, and gojo satoru, the guy who usually solved every problem with a swipe of his credit card—was currently staring down a mixing bowl with a look of life or death concentration.

he was wearing a ridiculous, frilly pastel pink apron you bought him as a joke, tied tightly over his usual black hoodie. his white hair was pushed back with a soft headband, and there was a prominent smudge of cocoa powder right across the bridge of his nose.

"satoru," you laughed softly, leaning against the kitchen doorway with your arms crossed. "what are you doing? it's eleven p.m."

he snapped his head toward you, his bright blue eyes wide as they found yours. "don't look yet! it's a work in progress!" he tried to block the bowl with his broad shoulders, though his massive frame made it completely impossible to hide anything. "you said this afternoon that the bakery down the street ran out of those strawberry tarts you wanted. so, obviously, i had to intervene."

"you're baking? from scratch?" you walked over, your fuzzy slippers padding softly against the floor.

"how hard can it be? it's just chemistry," he muttered, though he looked incredibly stressed as he glanced between a crumpled recipe printout on his phone and a measuring cup. "but the dough is sticky. why is it so sticky? it's clinging to my fingers like crazy."

you chuckled, stepping right into his space. you reached up, using the pad of your thumb to gently wipe the cocoa powder off his nose. gojo instantly froze, his tall frame leaning down into your touch. the frantic, chaotic energy melted out of his shoulders, replaced by a soft, ridiculously fond look as he stared down at you.

"you have to chill the dough first, satoru," you explained gently, your hand lingering on his cheek. "and you used way too much butter."

"i wanted them to taste rich," he complained, a playful pout forming on his lips. he dropped his mixing spoon back into the bowl and wrapped his hands around your waist, pulling you close against him. "fine. if my baking skills are flawed, you have to help me fix it. but i get a taste test of the frosting right now."

before you could answer, he dipped a finger into a bowl of sweet pink buttercream and gently dabbed it onto the tip of your nose. his eyes brightened with pure affection, a soft, breathless laugh escaping him as he leaned down to press a warm, lingering kiss to it, his thumb tracing a slow circle against your hip.

"see?" satoru murmured, resting his chin on top of your head as he held you close. "perfectly sweet. the tarts don't stand a chance."

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MASTERLIST ♡ᵎ

this is the main masterlist for my blog , consisting of all drabbles headcanons long fics oneshots smau etc WANNA REQUEST? READ HERE!

MULTI

their favourite place to kiss u

SATORU GOJO

friends 2 lovers with fratjo weekends with bf gojo

streamer!jo introduces u 2 his chat

+ streamerjo as ur bf [hcs]

gojo LOVES spoiling his pretty wife texts w bestfriend!fratjo

gojo lovez kissing ur face

SUGURU GETO

suguru takes care of his sick girl

childhood bestfriends 2 lovers

RYOMEN SUKUNA

picking flowers with husband!sukuna

biting boyfriend!fratkuna's bicep

fratkuna realizes he's inlove with u (1) . . . his confession (2)

heian era sukuna adores you!

athelete!sukuna au

unckuna's soft side boxer!sukuna x medic!reader

cheer!reader x fratkuna

TOJI FUSHIGURO

hickey prank painter!toji x rich!reader

neighbor!toji [hcs]

HIROMI HIGURUMA

taking care of his overworked wife texts as his law assistant

making u and higuruma fall in luv in tomodachi life !?

NANAMI KENTO

. . . tba

CHOSO KAMO

ROCKST✶R!choso as your boyfriend

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1k follower special ‪(♥︎) jjk men react to you surprising them on their birthday! 🎉

starring: satoru gojo suguru geto ryomen sukuna nanami kento megumi fushiguro yuji itadori hiromi higuruma choso kamo

satoru gojo . . . he already knows it’s his birthday because he’s been dropping hints for three months, but he absolutely does not expect you to be waiting inside his dark apartment with a tiny, candlelit strawberry shortcake. the exact second he unlocks the door and you start singing, his jaw drops so fast it's a miracle it doesn't detach.

his glasses slide down the bridge of his nose as he stares at you, completely frozen in the doorway while the little flame flickers in the dark. "sweets! oh my god, you actually did this?!" he instantly turns into a giant, over-excited kid, dropping his bags on the floor and practically lunging across the room to wrap his long arms around you. he doesn't even care about blowing out the candles first; he just buries his face in your shoulder, squeezing you so tight your toes leave the floor while letting out a muffled, giddy laugh. once he finally blows out the candle, he immediately swipes a massive dollop of frosting with his finger and puts it on your nose, grinning like the biggest idiot on campus. "best birthday ever. now you have to feed me the whole thing."

suguru geto . . . suguru comes home expecting a quiet, completely mundane evening because he purposefully told you not to make a big deal out of his birthday. but the moment he walks into the kitchen and sees the warm, soft string lights you hung up, along with a table full of his favorite home-cooked comfort foods, his entire exhausted posture just melts. he stops dead in his tracks, his dark eyes widening slightly before a soft, deeply emotional smile breaks across his face.

you walk over to take his coat, wishing him a happy birthday, and he just lets out a quiet, contented sigh, wrapping his arms securely around your waist and pulling you flush against his chest. he buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling the familiar scent of you, his large hands gently rubbing soothing circles into your back. "i told you not to go through all this trouble, sweetheart," he murmurs, his deep voice incredibly low, warm, and thick with affection. "but... i'm really glad you did. thank you. this is exactly what i needed."

ryomen sukuna . . . he acts like he completely forgot it was even his birthday, so when you surprise him with a small, neatly wrapped box containing that specific, high-end leather wallet or tool set he’d been casually looking at weeks ago, he genuinely freezes. he stares at the box in your hands, then up at your face, his sharp eyes narrowing with a mix of suspicion and utter disbelief that you actually remembered such a passing detail. an incredibly fond smirk spreads across his face as he effortlessly snatches the box from you, tossin’ it lightly in his palm.

"you really think you're clever, don't you, sweetheart?" he rumbles, his voice dropping into a deep, gravelly register that vibrates right through you. he rips the paper open carelessly, but the moment he sees the gift, his eyes soften completely. he sets it down, immediately grabbing your wrist and pulling you straight onto his lap on the couch, his massive, tattooed arms locking around you so you can't escape. "you're stuck with me for the rest of the night now. that's your real punishment for being so cute."

nanami kento . . . kento walks into his apartment after a grueling, exhausting day at the office, fully prepared to just make a quick dinner and sleep. instead, he finds the entryway dimly lit, a jazz playlist softly humming in the background, and you standing there in a cozy sweater holding a perfectly baked apple tart. he stops, his hand lingering on the doorknob as he takes off his glasses, his expression entirely stunned. you can visibly see the stress lines on his forehead completely smooth out as he looks at you.

"y/n... you did all of this for me?" he asks, his deep voice carrying a wave of pure, quiet gratitude. he sets his briefcase down with deliberate care, stepping into your space to gently take the dessert from your hands and set it on the counter. before you can even say anything else, he reaches out, his large, warm palms gently framing your face as he leans down to press a soft, deeply lingering kiss to your lips. "you are entirely too good to me. thank you for making this day worth celebrating."

megumi fushiguro . . . megumi is notoriously terrible at celebrating himself, so he tries to just treat his birthday like any other tuesday. but when he walks into your room and finds a small pile of wrapped books he’s been wanting, alongside a giant plate of fresh, warm ginger cookies, his entire face instantly turns a beautiful, bright shade of pink. he pulls the collar of his dark sweater up over his mouth, his dark eyes looking completely flustered as he stubbornly stares at the floor to avoid your teasing gaze. "you didn't have to do this," he mutters, his voice all small and muffled, though his fingers are already nervous-twitching against his side.

you just laugh, stepping closer to pull his hands away his face and whispering a soft happy birthday. megumi lets out a quiet, defeated little huff, but a tiny, incredibly sweet smile finally breaks through his defenses. he reaches out, shyly wrapping his arms around your shoulders and hiding his burning face in your hair. "thanks, y/n. ...the cookies smell really good."

yuji itadori . . . this absolute sunbeam of a boy has zero patience when it comes to surprises. you hide behind the kitchen counter and jump out with a bunch of confetti poppers and a homemade cake, and yuji literally lets out the loudest, most joyful gasp you've ever heard in your life. his wide brown eyes light up like a stadium, a massive, face-splitting grin taking over his face instantly. "no way!! baby! did you make this for me?! look at the frosting!!" he doesn't even wait—he literally jumps forward, catching you around the waist and lifting you completely off your feet, spinning you around the kitchen while laughing hysterically.

the sheer, unadulterated happiness radiating off him is completely contagious. he sets you down just enough to plant a million messy, rapid-fire kisses all over your cheeks and forehead until you're gasping for air. "you're the absolute best in the whole world! i'm never eating another cake unless you make it! let's eat it right now!"

hiromi higuruma . . . hiromi is so used to his birthday being just another blur of endless legal paperwork and cold coffee that he completely loses track of the date. when he comes over to your place and you open the door wearing a silly little paper birthday hat, holding a single cupcake with a glowing candle, he genuinely blinks in total confusion for three seconds. then, the realization hits him, and he lets out a quiet, incredibly breathless laugh, rubbing the back of his neck as a rare, gentle warmth colorizes his cheeks.

"ah... i completely forgot," he murmurs, his deep, mature voice softening into something incredibly tender. he steps inside, his eyes locked entirely on the tiny candle flame and then on your smiling face. he carefully blows out the candle, setting the cupcake down before reaching out to gently pull you into his space. hiromi wraps his arms around you tightly, resting his chin on the top of your head with a long, relaxed exhale. "thank you, honey. i don't remember the last time someone made me feel this looked after."

choso kamo . . . choso takes his role as a protector and older brother so seriously that he never, ever expects anyone to do anything for him, let alone celebrate his birthday. when you surprise him with a small, handmade scrapbook filled with polaroids of the two of you, alongside a batch of sweet pastries, his brain completely shorts out. he holds the book in his large, slightly trembling hands, his dark eyes wide and completely glossed over with immediate, overwhelming emotion. "you... you made this for me? to celebrate the day i was born?"

he asks, his voice cracking slightly as he looks at a photo of you two at a festival. you have to quickly assure him that yes, it's a happy day, before he actually starts crying. he carefully sets the book down like it's made of fragile glass, and then he immediately collapses into you, burying his face in your shoulder and holding onto you with a desperate, incredibly fierce hug. "thank you, sweetheart," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion as he squeezes you close. "i will cherish this forever. i'm so glad i get to be here with you."

A/N THANK YOU GUYS FOR THE OVERWHELMING SUPPORT ON MY BLOG! this hobby gave me such a cute little community. i will keep spoiling you guys with fluff as long as i can while i experiment with more themes <3

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my love, my profound love, my angel-minded sweetheart

˗ˋˏ ❤︎ ˎˊ˗ in which you fall in-love with your childhood bestfriend, suguru geto, a beautifully curated timeline!

the rain is pouring so heavily against the windowpane that it completely drowns out the sound of the television, but neither of you is paying attention to it anyway.

suguru is sitting on the floor of your living room, his back resting against the base of the couch, carefully threading a thin piece of red string through a collection of small silver beads. his long hair is tied up in a loose, messy bun, a few dark strands framing his face as he concentrates with an intensity that seems entirely too serious for a simple friendship bracelet.

you watch him from your spot on the sofa, a soft, helpless smile pulling at your lips. you’ve known the exact shape of his hands, the specific rumble of his laugh, and the quiet kindness of his heart for as long as you can remember.

❤︎ CHILDHOOD: THE BOY NEXT DOOR!

it was a sweltering afternoon in july, where the air feels thick and heavy right before a summer storm drops out of nowhere. suguru’s family had just moved into the traditional house at the end of the cul-de-sac the weekend before. you had only caught glimpses of him—a quiet, lanky boy helping his mother carry light cardboard boxes on the porch, his dark hair already long enough to tuck behind his ears.

you were sitting on the concrete edge of the neighborhood park's sandbox, entirely engrossed in organizing a brand-new, sixty-four-pack of crayons into perfect color gradients. it was your most prized possession.

then, the sky turned a bruised, heavy shade of purple, and a massive crack of thunder echoed across the playground.

startled, you jumped, your elbow catching the side of the plastic box. in a split second, dozens of bright wax sticks went tumbling into the dirt, rolling into the grass and scattering across the gravel path. before a single tear could even well up in your eyes, the clouds opened up, heavy, fat raindrops smacking against the concrete.

you scrambled on your hands and knees, desperately trying to scoop up the wax before the water ruined the paper labels. shadow suddenly fell over your small frame, shielding you from the downpour.

you looked up, blinking through the gray rain.

it was the new boy from down the street. suguru was holding a bright, ridiculously oversized yellow umbrella. he didn't say a single word. instead, he carefully tilted the umbrella completely over your head, leaving his own right shoulder and arm entirely exposed to the pouring rain as he dropped to his knees beside you in the mud.

with deliberate, quiet patience, his small hands began gathering your scattered crayons. he picked up the cerulean, the burnt sienna, the carnation pink, wiping the wet dirt off each one with the hem of his own t-shirt before placing them gently back into your box.

once the last crayon was safely returned, he looked at you through his damp bangs, his dark, narrow eyes curving into a tiny, incredibly gentle smile. he reached into his pocket and pulled out a slightly crinkled, foil-wrapped package of strawberry biscuits, snapping it perfectly in half and offering the larger piece to you.

"i'm geto," he said, his voice small but remarkably steady against the sound of the rain. "do you want to walk home together?"

from that afternoon on, you were entirely inseparable.

childhood became a beautiful, sun-drenched blur of scraped knees, climbing the giant oak tree that connected your backyards, and riding bicycles until the streetlights flickered on. suguru was always the steady anchor in your universe. if you climbed too high up the branches, he was always waiting at the bottom with open arms and a reassuring look. if you had a nightmare, he would walk over to your house in his pajamas, sitting on your porch steps to talk about nothing at all until the sky turned pale blue and you felt safe enough to go back to sleep. you knew him in his purest, quietest form, long before the rest of the world realized how incredible he was.

❤︎ HIGHSCHOOL: DON'T CATCH A COLD!

high school brought changes—different classes, new circles of friends, and the inevitable growth that comes with turning sixteen. but suguru never moved an inch from your side. he grew taller, his shoulders broadening out, and his quiet demeanor sharpened into a confidence that drew people in. yet, no matter how crowded the school hallways were, his eyes always found yours the second you walked into a room.

you realized you were completely, irrevocably in love with him on a cold tuesday in november during your junior year.

you had stayed late in the library to study for a history exam, entirely losing track of time. when the building closed, you walked out into the freezing night air, shivering in your thin sweater because you had forgotten your jacket in your locker.

you didn't even have to look up to know he was waiting by the school gates. suguru stepped out from under the streetlamp, already unzipping his heavy winter coat. without a word, he draped it over your shoulders, wrapping you in his familiar, comforting warmth. as he reached down to gently tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear, his thumb brushed against your freezing cheek.

"you're going to catch a cold," he murmured, his voice incredibly soft, his dark eyes looking down at you with an intensity that made your breath catch in your throat.

in that split second, looking at the gentle curve of his smile under the amber streetlight, you knew. he wasn't just your best friend anymore. he was everything.

❤︎ SWEETHEARTS: YOU'RE MY CONSTANT

dating suguru felt less like stepping into a new relationship and more like finally coming home.

there were no grand, loud declarations. instead, it happened on his bedroom floor during senior year, surrounded by graduation pamphlets and old college applications. you had been venting about the overwhelming fear of the future, of things changing too fast, when suguru reached out and caught your hand.

his grip was warm, and entirely steady.

"things can change all they want," he had said softly, his thumb tracing the back of your knuckles. "but i'm not going anywhere. i want to be wherever you are. always."

when he leaned in to kiss you for the first time, it was hesitant, as if he was giving you the space to back away if you wanted to. it tasted like sweet tea and felt like the culmination of ten years of shared secrets, late-night phone calls, and just . . love. when you melted into it, a soft, relieved sigh left his lips, his hand moving to gently cradle the back of your neck.

❤︎ THE FUTURE: IF I WERE TO LIVE A THOUSAND LIVES, I'D MAKE YOU MINE IN EACH ONE

back in the present, suguru finally snips the end of the red string with a pair of scissors. he turns around on the floor, resting his forearms on your knees as he looks up at you, a soft, incredibly tender smile playing on his lips.

"finished," he murmurs, taking your left wrist and gently tying the bracelet around it. the silver beads catch the warm light of the living room lamp. "a reminder for your desk at college next semester."

you look down at the bracelet, then up into his dark eyes. the future used to terrify you, but looking at him now—with his hair falling loosely around his shoulders and his heart completely open to you—the years ahead feel like a beautiful, unwritten adventure.

"i love it," you whisper, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his forehead, then down to his nose, before finally resting your lips against his.

suguru lets out a contented rumble, his hands coming up to rest on your waist, pulling you just a little bit closer into his space. "i love you," he says against your lips, his voice steady, sure, and filled with a warmth that has never changed since you were seven years old. "every version of you, in every chapter."

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Ong I love your last Geto fluff Fanfic...Can we get another one[:

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gojo loves peppering your face with kisses!

the soft click of the front door closing is the only warning you get before satoru is instantly making his presence known.

you’re sitting on the living room rug, leaning against the edge of the couch with a notebook open in your lap, when a massive, heavy weight suddenly drops down right behind you. two long, familiar arms wrap securely around your waist, pulling you backward until your back is pressed firmly against his broad chest.

"you're home early," you murmur, leaning your head back against his shoulder with a soft smile.

"i missed you," satoru groans into the crook of your neck, his voice a deep, lazy rumble that vibrates right through you. his sunglasses are already discarded somewhere on the entryway table, leaving his striking blue eyes completely uncovered. "the meetings ran short, and all i could think about was getting back to you. look at me."

you twist slightly in his embrace, turning your head to look at him. the moment you do, satoru leans down and immediately captures your lips in a soft, lingering kiss. it’s warm and slow, tasting faintly of the sweet iced coffee he always buys on his way home, and it instantly melts away whatever stress you had accumulated throughout the day.

when he finally pulls back a fraction of an inch, his eyes are crinkled at the corners, filled with a gentle, affectionate warmth that he only ever saves for you.

"satoru," you laugh softly, reaching up to frame his face with your hands. "let me finish this page first."

"nope," he says simply, a playful grin tugging at his lips. "the page can wait. i haven't seen you in eight hours. that's basically a lifetime."

before you can argue, he leans in again, but instead of going for your lips, he shifts his target. he plants a soft kiss right on the center of your forehead, his soft white hair brushing against your skin. then, he moves down, peppering light, rapid-fire kisses across your eyelids, the bridge of your nose, and the apples of your cheeks until you’re giggling out loud, trying to swat his hands away.

"hold still," he murmurs against your skin, his voice muffled by your cheek as he kisses his way down to your jawline. "i'm making up for lost time."

his hands move from your waist to gently cup your face, his long, warm fingers stroking your cheekbones with immense gentleness. satoru can be loud & entirely dramatic to the rest of the world, but in the quiet space of your apartment, he is nothing but incredibly soft. he kisses you with a quiet & patient devotion, taking his time as if there’s nowhere else in the world he’d rather be.

he presses a warm kiss to the corner of your mouth, then another one right on your chin, before finally pulling back just enough to look into your eyes. his gaze wanders over your face, completely captivated, a tender, soft smile resting on his lips.

"there," he whispers, his thumb gently wiping away a stray speck of ink from your thumb. "now you have my full permission to finish your page. as long as i get to stay right here."

you let out a quiet sigh of contentment, leaning your head back against his chest as his arms wrap tightly around you once more, anchoring you in place. "deal."

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neighbor!toji who always seems to step out onto his balcony the exact second you go out to water your pink petunias, lazily leaning over the railing in his worn-out gray sweatpants just to watch you chat with your plants.

neighbor!toji who effortlessly carries all your heavy grocery bags up three flights of stairs in one trip, holding them easily with his fingers while using his free arm to keep you steady against his side when you trip over your own long cardigan.

neighbor!toji who lets you use his massive, worn-out leather jacket when the radiator in your apartment breaks down, smirking when it looks like a literal dress on your small frame and pulling the hood up over your eyes to gently tease you.

neighbor!toji who notices when a creepy delivery driver stays a little too long at your door, suddenly appearing in the hallway looking absolutely massive and intimidating until the guy scampers off, only to turn to you and completely soften, asking if you're okay in his low, quiet voice.

neighbor!toji who holds your umbrella for you when it rains, tilting the entire thing over to your side so not a single drop hits your outfit, completely ignoring the fact that his own broad shoulder is getting soaked in the process.

neighbor!toji who always mutes his TV the second he hears you fumbling with your keys in the hallway late at night, cracking his door open just an inch to make sure you get inside your apartment safely before he locks up his own

neighbor!toji who always takes out your trash bags for you because he claims they're "too heavy for someone your size," leaving a little note or a piece of candy on your welcome mat afterward just to make you smile.

neighbor!tojiwho notices your favorite pastel mug sitting on his counter from the last time you visited, carefully washing it by hand and putting it away in a special spot so it's ready for you the next time you come over for coffee.

neighbor!toji who lets you drag him into the local craft store to help you carry big bins of yarn and fabric, standing patiently in the middle of the pink aisle looking completely out of place but carrying everything with an amused look.

neighbor!toji who pretends he hates the sweet, flowery perfume you always wear, but you notice he always leans in just a little bit closer whenever he takes a package from your hands at the door.

neighbor!toji who notices you shivering on the balcony one chilly evening and steps over the low divider separating your apartments, wrapping his giant arms around you from behind to pull you against his chest to warm you up, his heart beating loud and steady against your back.

neighbor!toji who starts finding excuses to come over every single night, whether it's bringing you a sweet treat he "accidentally" bought too much of or asking to borrow a cup of sugar he definitely doesn't need, just so he can sit on your couch and watch you talk.

neighbor!toji who blocks your doorway with his massive frame when you try to say goodnight, trapping you against the wall with his arms on either side of your head. he looks down at you, completely breathless, and whispers that he can't keep pretending he's just your neighbor when he's completely in love with you.

neighbor!toji who finally cups your face, his palms warm as he pulls you into his space, his green eyes completely dark and serious. he whispers that he's tired of just being the guy next door and wants to be your boyfriend.

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HI GUYS unfortunately ill have to scrap the nerdjo fic :( i've completely lost motivation for it, plus my engangement on fhe fics is VERY LOW. ++ maybe more long fics (e.g fratkuna) coming vv soon! soo stay tuned 4 that and thanks for the support u've given me

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suguru geto takes care of his sweet girl when she's sick :(

the rain is absolute misery against the bedroom window, that matches exactly how your head feels. your throat is scratchy, your limbs feel like lead, and the fever has left you trapped in that horrible, shivering limbo where you’re simultaneously too hot and too cold. you’ve buried yourself under three different blankets, trying to shrink away from your misery.

you hear the front door click open and closed, followed by the soft, familiar thud of suguru’s boots being kicked off in the entryway. usually, he’d call out a quiet greeting, but the house stays entirely silent. he already knows you're sick; you had texted him a weak, barely coherent message hours ago before passing out.

the bedroom door creaks open, letting in a sliver of warm hallway light. suguru stands in the doorway, already wearing his comfortable sweatpants and a soft, worn-out black t-shirt. his long dark hair is pulled up into a loose, messy ponytail with a few stray strands framing his face. his expression instantly softens the second his eyes land on the pathetic bundle of blankets on the bed.

"oh, my poor girl," he murmurs, his voice dropping into that incredibly low, honey-sweet tone he only uses when it’s just the two of you.

he doesn't immediately climb into bed. instead, he pads softly over to the side of the mattress, kneeling down so he’s at eye level with you. he reaches out a hand, his long, elegant fingers brushing a few damp strands of hair away from your forehead. his palm is cool against your burning skin, and you instinctively lean into his touch, letting out a weak & pathetic sigh.

"you're burning up a bit, sweetheart," he says gently, his thumb tracing a comforting line over your cheekbone. "have you taken anything yet?"

you shake your head under the blanket, blinking heavily up at him.

"alright. stay right here. i'll be right back, okay?"

he disappears back down the hallway, and you can hear the distant, comforting sounds of him moving around the kitchen. the soft clink of a ceramic mug, the low rumble of the electric kettle, and the opening of the medicine cabinet. even though you feel terrible, the sheer routine of him taking care of you makes you feel a hundred times better.

when suguru returns, he’s carrying a small tray. on it is a glass of ice water, a steaming mug of honey-lemon tea, and two small pills. he sets it down on the nightstand and sits on the edge of the mattress, the bed dipping under his weight.

"come here, let me help you up," he whispers. his large hands slide under your armpits, effortlessly lifting you up against the headboard so you can sit upright. you complain weakly about the cold air hitting your shoulders, but he just chuckles softly, pulling one of the thickest blankets up around your chin like a cocoon.

he holds the glass of water to your lips, letting you take a few small sips before handing you the medicine. once you’ve swallowed it, he guides the warm mug of tea into your hands, keeping his own hands wrapped around yours to keep them steady as you drink. the warm liquid instantly soothes the scratchiness in your throat.

"good job," he murmurs, taking the empty mug and setting it aside. "c'mere, sweet girl."

finally, suguru lifts the heavy blankets and slides onto the bed right beside you. he pulls you straight against his side, tucking your head securely into the dip where his neck meets his shoulder. one of his long arms wraps around your waist, pulling you so close that you can hear the steady, rhythmic beat of his heart. his other hand goes straight to your head, his long fingers gently massaging your scalp in slow, repetitive motions that instantly start to dull the pounding headache behind your eyes.

"close your eyes," he whispers against your hair.

you twist your fingers into the fabric of his shirt, shivering slightly as another wave of fever-chills hits you. suguru notices immediately. he shifts, pulling the blankets all the way up over both of your shoulders and pressing his entire, warm body against your back to act as a human radiator.

"don't come any closer," you mumble, your voice thick and stuffed up as you try to pull the blanket higher over your face. "you're going to get sick if you kiss me."

suguru just lets out a soft, amused huff, completely ignoring your warning as he sits down on the edge of the bed. he reaches out, gently tugging the edge of the blanket down just enough to reveal your eyes and your flushed, pink nose.

"i don't care," he murmurs softly, a tender smile playing on his lips.

before you can protest again, he leans down and presses a warm, lingering kiss right to the center of your forehead, then another one to the tip of your nose. he lingers there for a second, his thumb gently wiping away a stray tear from your watery eyes.

"if i get sick, then we can just stay in bed and look after each other," he whispers, sliding under the covers to pull you close against his chest. "now stop worrying and close your eyes, baby."

with suguru holding you like you're the most precious, fragile thing in the world, the misery of being sick starts to fade into the background. surrounded by his scent, his warmth, and the steady rhythm of his breathing, your eyelids grow impossibly heavy, and you finally drift off into a deep, healing sleep.

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jjk mens favourite place to kiss you

sukuna . . . the soft & sensitive dip where your neck meets your shoulder. he has a habit of stalking up behind you when you’re distracted—cooking, reading, or working—and wrapping his massive arms around your waist to anchor you against his chest. he’ll bury his face in your hair first, letting out a deep, rumbling sigh that vibrates right against your spine, before planting heavy, lingering kisses along your collarbone. it’s a slow display of complete affection, a reminder that out of everything in his world, this quiet space with you is the only place he actually wants to be

gojo . . . the very tip of your nose or right between your eyebrows. because of his ridiculous height, he absolutely loves looming over you just to make you look up. he’ll slide his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose, give you a bright grin, and lean in to press an exaggeratedly loud kiss right on your face. if you try to swat him away or complain about him ruining your focus, it only encourages him; he’ll just laugh, cup your face in his large hands, and shower your cheeks with quick, bubbly kisses until you’re completely giggling and giving up on whatever you were doing.

toji . . . the crown of your head or your temple. affection with him is always grounded, and deeply comforting, usually happening at the very end of an exhausting day. he’ll sit on the couch and pull you straight into his lap, burying his face into the side of your head while his large arms lock securely around your middle. he doesn't say much, but the way he rests his chin on your hair and leaves soft, slow kisses against your temple speaks volumes. it’s his way of unwinding, letting go of his usual guarded demeanor, and finding a moment of absolute peace with you and only you!

nanami . . . the inside of your wrist or the palm of your hand. his style of romance is incredibly classic, deliberate, and respectful. when the two of you are sitting together after dinner, winding down from a long day, he’ll quietly reach over and take your hand in his. his thumb will trace the back of your knuckles for a moment before he lifts your hand to his lips, pressing a soft, lingering kiss right against your pulse point. it’s a deeply grounding gesture that feels incredibly intimate, because he dosen't need grand actions to show his love for you.

geto . . . the corner of your mouth or along your jawline. he is extremely attentive and tender, always making sure to fully connect with you before he even leans in. he’ll gently slide his fingers through your hair, tucking a stray strand behind your ear while looking down at you with a soft, adoring smile. his kisses are always slow and warm, lingering right at the edge of your lips as if he's trying to memorize the exact feeling of the moment. it carries a beautiful & quite intensity that instantly makes you feel like the center of his entire universe.

higuruma . . . your forehead or the space right beside your eye. because his mind is constantly running a mile a minute with legal cases and heavy thoughts, being with you is his only true escape. he’ll come home, loosen his tie with a weary sigh, and immediately seek you out. he likes to cup your face gently, closing his eyes as he presses a long, deeply affectionate kiss to your forehead. it feels incredibly reverent—like a silent thank you for being his calm in the storm, a safe harbor where he can finally turn off his brain and just exist in your warmth.

choso . . . your cheeks or the knuckles of your hands. because he takes his role as a protector so seriously, his affection is fiercely sweet and entirely gentle. he gets a little flustered if you catch him staring, but he loves holding your hands in his. he’ll carefully lift your fingers to his face, kissing each of your knuckles one by one with an earnest, intense devotion that can make your heart skip a beat. if you smile at him, his expression melts completely, and he’ll lean down to press soft, tentative kisses all over your cheeks, looking incredibly proud and happy just to be near you.