#suguru.

[dearose]

he's got those siren eyes :( 🤍 I'm sobbing

[mrsoharaa]

"You're not getting nervous now are you, love?" he qwhims seductively into your ear, hot breaths fanning across your skin as his left hand slowly guides your own down the rigged solidity of his abdomen, until you feel the little trail of hair ruffle against your palm.

[qrjung]

geto suguru is doomed by the narrative and i would like to make it worse

[aqricus]

smth about those who are too strong/powerful for their own good and could snap you like a wishbone on a malnourished turkey without breaking a sweat but treat you so sweetly/gently, like you’ll shatter if their hands press down on you even a bit harder, and you have to ASK them to be rougher. but, when you ask, it hardly takes much convincing for them to agree. as long as you’re sure, they’ll deliver. and they deliver well.

OR slightly to the left, where they’re sickly sweet about the way they treat you softly because they’re certain you can’t handle it if they decided to go all out. sickly sweet, but so sweet there’s a tinge of sour beneath, just a hint of patronization. they tease you, even if you don’t quite catch their words or their hidden meaning. intent on reducing you to a shivering, overstimulated puddle on their strap or cock that doesn’t have to think and should just let them handle everything.

[liberotm]

[liberotm]

👫 gimme daishou siblings thx

HEADCANONS.

FOOD. there’s daily disputes about how much aiko snacks . usually , because it’s suguru’s stuff she’s snacking out of , and their mother put suguru on snack duty to make sure she doesn’t fill up before dinner . aiko is a speed demon though and still sometimes slip through suguru’s senses and snacks anyways . they don’t get in trouble ( maybe a scolding on not to eat ) but if aiko does get caught by suguru , then it’s a lot of her stamping her feet on the ground and negotiating .

ROMANTIC RELATIONS. aiko has hated every single one of suguru’s significant other’s or crushes and has only had a MILD interest in mika and kuroo . all the other people he’s brought home , introduced her to or spoke of she grimaces and basically makes it painfully obvious that she doesn’t like them one bit . for kuroo and mika , it was like that in the beginning but she warmed up to them !

that being said: if you ship with suguru there’s a 99% chance she already doesn’t like you .

BUNK BEDS. for the first couple of years when they were just kids , aiko slept in the same room as suguru with a bunk bed because she couldn’t sleep without the presence of someone she trusted in her room . when she was fully & legally adopted by the daishou family , she moved into the old guest room ( which is now her room ) .

EARLIER. when aiko had been a child , and first arrived to the daishou family , she had been completely silent , only speaking when spoken to , and almost robotic like . it fucking FREAKED him out , but he still tried to make her laugh and smile ; before she smiled once at a restaurant because he stuck a fry up his nose , even though she tried to hide it . ( it was after this he realized that she just wasn’t as emotive as others he knew ) his go to to make her smile especially after a particularly bad day is sticking fries up his nose .

send in 👫for four headcanons on our muses’ relationship ! accepting. @courtgame !

[darkbets]

‘you are destroying yourself. you will not be loved for this, you will be hated, and cursed.’ ( gojo to geto)

Satoru says it like it’s the truth and despite the animosity leveled at him Suguru is rather inclined to agree. He was cursed. It was as elementary as that. Looking at it through a lens of despondent grey allowed him the sort of clarity those with steadfast morals might neglect. But they had never been like that, had they ― not really. Someone else might justify their suffering by saying it was for the good of others but with each fetid curse Suguru swallowed he became less and less convinced. Rot curdles behind his teeth, viscous black coating his teeth, smearing itself evenly across his tongue. He wonders if Satoru knew how that tasted, the vile coalescence of sin and salvation as he retched up mouthfuls of bitter saliva. If he did, could he stand before him like this, steadfast in his accusations, telling Suguru something he already knew with such fervour that he could have almost acquiesced to it, begrudgingly yielding before his best friend’s resolve. He doesn’t. Suguru’s dark eyes narrow, churning seas of stygian black seething at the naked provocation. It’s enough to cause his mouth to lift at the corners. Once, that smile had been sincere, inexplicably fond, but now it too had become perverse, corrupted by the sickness that infected the entire world, the very sickness that they perpetuated with each assignment they undertook, each person they claimed to save. “ How compelling, Satoru.” Mirth crinkles at the corners of his eyes, applauding him with a decisive clap, mocking, because how else could he view those worthless morals of theirs now that his own lay in tatters, entirely irreparable. “ Have I not already been cursed ?” The tips of his gracile fingers trace an intimate line down his throat, lingering at the base for a prolonged moment to allow the truth of it to sink in, all the way down to the marrow. “ I truly believe that if you knew how they tasted you would be far more inclined to agree.” Their antithetical paths had diverged long ago, it was far too late to rectify that now, acknowledging it was accepting the finality of it, knowing that they could never return from the respective paths they had chosen. “ Ah, but you were always stubborn, so perhaps not.”