#I have an idea for this but like...

[mrsoharaa]

❥Ꮺ 𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖

characters: Geto Suguru x Reader

content warnings: ☠️'ing (unaliving) mention, stalking, slight suggestiveness. lmk if I missed anything!

⁺ ₊ ⊹ 一 ❥ a/n: this was totally random but I had an idea for this so I thought I should share it with y'all! a wee bit of a tease, I know lol! (also, sorry for any mistakes! I wrote this like half awake lmaooo)

Night has turned over and sleep had long abandoned you to your plundering, running thoughts.

"As of today and on going, Suguru Geto is too be terminated by any means necessary...regardless to certain past history connection with any of you, this is a direct order"

Your teeth firmly grits at the sheer irrational thought, you could still feel the unwavering, ruthless glare of the old man's eyes peering strictly onto you and Gojo.

Kill your ex best friend? your ex lover? someone you had actually spiritually, mentally and physically connected with?

Shifting beneath the comforting warmth that wrapped around your body, you exhale a heavy puff. Anger boiling through your pumping veins as distraught quickly sheathes under your bare skin.

So lost in your own thoughts, you couldn't pick up the ominous aura seeping into the shrouded darkness of your dim room. Your eyes finally flutter wide as your blood runs cold to the sudden realization that you were no longer alone. Your muscles immediately stiffens, as you feel long, cool fingers glide up along the back of your neck. Pushing away the loosen strands that lingered onto your flesh, as throttling chills tremored down the arch of your spine with every graze to your tense skin.

You stilled instantly, dilated irises hardly swaying to the corners of your eyes to peek over your shoulder. Only to notice thin, dark raven strands of hair trickling down and over your bare shoulder.

Your breath hitches sharply at the back of your throat as your heart plummets wildly against your tightening rib cage.

"You seem lost in thought love..." the pure silk in his calming, luring familiar voice woos into your ringing ear, fingers still drawing up and down the stride of your neck, delicately playing with the loose strands of your hair within his prying digits.

"Long day...angel?" your heart sputtered wildly at the mundane nickname your once long, lost ex love had given you. Your mind molding into a pile of mush, as your body stifles under his lingering touches that always knew how to meld you to his every whim.

Geto.

The resonating heat from his breath permeates into the flesh of your beating ear, velvety lips barely pursing into the soften tender of your skin, as he chuckles lowly under his warm breath.

"Suguru..." you finally mutter with a soft undertone, heart still frantically pile driving against your heaving chest. His fingers slowly slide down the base of your neck, gradually panning over the slant of your right shoulder, slyly toying with the thin strap of your tank top.

"Mm, how I've missed hearing that sweet voice of yours, sweetheart" he tilts his head down into the crook of your neck and shoulder, placing a gentle, chaste kiss to your open welcoming skin. His languid fingers still tangling with the flimsy fabric that barely clung onto your shoulder.

You haven't budged an inch since his foreboding aura had entered your room ever so uninvitingly.

It was almost overwhelming to feel his sudden presence leer over you from behind. Grazing you with such tender touches and somber tones.

You finally nudged your stifled body a bit, glimpsing over your shoulder to meet those bright, lidded eyes of darken honey. Face still ever so perfect, but those eyes tinted with nothing but plaguing menace and bloodlust. A slight tinge of endearment as he gazes down upon you, meeting your own scurrying irises.

"You shouldn't be here, Suguru" you breathe as you maintain eye contact with him, watching the ends of his lips curl into a dreary, slanted smile.

"No? why is that, love?...were you ordered to kill me?" his eyes immediately churned into a strict glare, but still coyly withhold that small tint of longing within his intent stare.

His fingers freeze beneath the loosen strap dangling down from your shoulder, as nothing but the crisp air that surrounded the both of you echos into your ears.

You bite your lip, turning your head back down into your pillow, avoiding his intense glare.

Suguru was many things.

But a fool was not one of them.

He knew that he was to be executed on sight when spotted.

He knew that he was being personally targeted by the higher ups (and his ex former best friend).

He knew the moment he kept his greedy, leering eyes on you from the moment he left the god forsaken school一 to "keep an eye" on you.

Since that day, he had never once deter his sight from you.

Always watching you from the shadows.

From the deepest depths of his gnawing depravity and anguish, from afar.

He had always kept his eyes on you. Always.

He had too, otherwise who knows what would have happened to you if he hadn't.

His lips purse closer into the shell of your ear, torrid breaths fan across the lush of your supple flesh as he delicately runs his wide, strong palm down the plain of your arm. Creating invisible shapes and his name into the soften plush of your stilled limb.

"Will you kill me, angel?" his voice bellows ever so twistedly sweetly, hotly into the depths of your ear. Stimulating those warm, familiar buzzing sensations all throughout your body.

He shifts his face into the nook of your clenched jawline, lips ghosting over the silk of your skin, gently motioning your head to tilt to his degree.

His towering built moderately adjusting to hovering above you, large hands guiding your own body to shrivel beneath him.

A low gasp strips from your agape lips, eyes blown out to meet his once again, as the feel of his long, beautiful inky hair placidly caresses your sweltering face.

Draws his left hand to subtly cup your left cheek, keeps your head still as your eyes keep contact, directly. His right hand taking yours and spotting it directly onto his chest, where his heart lied.

The feel of his steady heart beat reverberating against the palm of your small hand.

"Could you kill me right here?...right now?..."

[inkskinned]

please i love you i'm begging you bring back suspension of disbelief bring back trusting the audience like. i cannot handle any more dialogue that sounds like a legal document. "hello, i am here to talk to you about the incident from a few minutes ago, because i feel you might be unwell, and i am invested in your personal wellbeing." "thank you, i am unwell because the incident was hurtful to me due to my childhood, which was bad." I CANT!!!!

do you know how many people are mad that authors use "growled" as a word for "said"? it's just poetics! they do not literally mean "growled," it's just a common replacement for "said with force but in a low tone." it's normal! do you hear me!! help me i love you please let me out of here!!!

[malwarechips]

yknow i never noticed the sheer rareness of images having ids or alt text on this website until i started adding alt text to my art (and trying to remember to add it to any images i post in general, especially text screenshots) and that makes me kinda sad

[mountainshroom]

If she has no fans call the ambulance cause I am dead

[shrubsparrow]

It's in the eye of the beholder

[etakeh]

[arunneronthird]

he will use every chance he gets to be a drama queen and if he doesnt have one he will create one

[youthofpandas]

What’s up with how the dunmeshi fandom just lies about this kind of stuff all the time. It is easily confirmable information that it was a monthly series, something incredibly common in the industry.

A not weekly magazine schedule is literally common !! Especially in the seinen shoujo and josei demographics, sometimes monthly, sometimes biweekly, sometimes every two months, sometimes seasonal! Please stop lying about how Dunmeshi was some special unique creation that defies all standards of manga just to hype it up because it is so clear that every single one of these comparisons is centered around Weekly Shonen Jump (and understand that SJ has many magazines under its brand that are monthly or semimonthly). Not everything is WSJ and it needs to stop being the only point of reference in conversations like this 🤧

[yeepof]

Local PHD student at wizard school HARRASSED!! FOR SHAME!!

[liquidstar]

If my mom sees a significant amount of blood she gets lightheaded, and has fainted on some occasions. Once it happened when we were kids, I wasn't there to witness it but I heard the story from my dad. Basically my brothers, around 7 or 8 at the time, were playing outside while my mom was making their lunch, and she accidentally cut her finger. It wasn't anything serious, but it drew a fair bit of blood and she passed out. My dad saw this and rushed over, but he didn't really know what to do so he just sort of started slapping her to wake her up (not recommended, but he had no idea and panicked)

At that exact moment my brothers both came in from playing, and all they saw was our mom unconscious on the floor and our dad slapping her. So, like, without even saying a word to each other they both just INSTANTLY start whaling on him, like, full blown attack mode to defend our mom. Which obviously didn't help the situation, but she did wake up and everything was fine.

Now our dad says that he's actually really glad they attacked him over what they thought was going on, because it means he raised good boys. And I still think that's true, they're very good boys.

[the-gayest-sky-kid]

god i love my friends. shout out to people who love their friends. this is a post for friend lovers

[dr11ft]

chicana miku 🤎

[ruushes]

sleeping arrangements (not sure tara would ever actually deign to sleep in the same 20ft radius as shovel but who can resist those big shiny insectoid black eyes 🥺)

plus:

[uncanny-tranny]

I think so many people are so deeply alienated from themselves that they have no clue how to exercise their free will and autonomy. For some, this alienation runs so deep that they are afraid of their own autonomy and humanity. It is completely understandable why one would have those feelings, but it can be worrisome.

I want to help others who feel this way, so here are small things I have done to exercise my free will:

Add "guilty pleasure" songs to playlists and actually listen to them (I have a ton of late 1990s-early 2000s music I listen to now proudly that I never listened to in the past out of shame)

Getting the décor item, bath set, bed spread, ect. in the patterns you like, even if it's "childish" (I got a dinosaur-themed wastebasket from the kids' décor section and I adore it)

Taking a new route to get to a place you go to often

Eat dessert first

Celebrate well, and often

Collect things that are "odd" or don't seem like an "acceptable" thing to collect (somebody on my "for you" page collects dandelion crayola crayons and it was so cool!!!!!!)

Incorporate one new piece in an outfit you wear frequently (e.g., a new chain, a necklace, ribbons, bracelets, ect.). Challenge yourself to add onto the outfits if you feel up for it.

Sing along to songs without worrying that you sound "good" or your intonation is completely accurate

Read a book from a genre you weren't allowed to read as a kid (comics, thrillers, mysteries, anything!)

Walk without having a specific destination or goal

Pick up a new craft without expecting yourself to master it or to ever be "good" enough. Get your hands messy.

I don't want to shame anybody for not feeling as though they have free will or that they are exempt from exercising it. However, I wanted to give ideas so that you might read this list and find your own ways to express your intrinsic autonomy and will. You deserve to be a person, to feel alive, not just living. That is what our lives are for.

[valtsv]

are we still doing this because i have a late submission

[corviiids]

my top bit of advice going into the new year: compliment people. especially strangers. literally everyone you interact with if you can. when you buy coffee in the morning compliment the barista's tattoos. when you're chatting with a coworker tell them that by the way you like their outfit. always find something they've chosen to do on purpose. nail polish, jewellery, tattoos, hair colour/style, statement accessory, outfit, etc are all good bets. things people hope will be noticed. things that aren't too personal so it doesn't make them uncomfortable (eg probably not their physical features). i've gotten into the habit of scanning everyone i talk to for something about them that i think is cool so i can tell them. it's a great habit because it makes me notice people and realise just how many neat little details there are in people's presentation of themselves that might pass me by if i wasn't paying attention. and it brings out so much joy. you'd be surprised how much it disarms people to receive an unexpected compliment from someone they don't know. it is the most sincere smile you will see all day long. it feels nice to make people happy but it also means you win the social interaction. establish dominance by complimenting a stranger's earrings and disappearing into the fog