#I think aesthetically suguru and I would fit

[hiraethwrote]

when i say i don’t dress for men, i mean real men because i would 100% slut myself out for my fictional men

poof it’s gone

[saeslove]

LOVE COMPATIBILITY… 98%

synopsis in which you fall in love with satoru gojo while pairing up with him to get your dream crush.

note: # slight(lillll to no) angst, fluff! flirty satoru omg. listen to lover ! YOU WON’T REGRET. you’ll know why later on ;) wc 3k.

divider by @cafekitsune <3

“So, Kento Nanami, huh?”

You could feel two bright cerulean eyes burning at the back of your head. Who else if none other than Satoru Gojo? 

“What? Utahime Isn't here, nor is Nanami. If that’s what you wanted to know.” You said, eyes still perched on your books. 

Annoyed, he made his way around the table and took a seat in front of you. He lifted your chin and finally, your eyes met his bright cerulean ones with a shit-eating grin of his. “I see the way you look at him. I’d say you have a crush on him.”

“Fuck you. So what if I do? Can you disturb Utahime instead?” You swatted his hands away from your chin and went back to your book. 

He scoffed at your feisty actions. “I have a proposal. You help me get Utahime and I’ll help you with Nanami. Deal?”

One sentence from him made you lose all focus on your book. And he knows. From the way you slowly drift your attention from the book to his eyes. He has finally caught your attention. If it wasn’t for your crush on Nanami, maybe you would have swooned at the sight.

You sighed, grabbing your book and shoving it into your bag. “It’s a deal, Gojo.”

Kento Nanami. The vice-president of the student council, Utahime as president. He’s quoted as the perfect student, he’s got the looks, along, with straight A’s. But to you, he’s just Nanami. Not that you know him personally. You disregarded his existence over a year, until your very first meeting with him. The same one that made you fall in love with him.

Utahime Iori. President of the student council. She’s quoted as the ‘school belle’. Her calm and gentle demeanour. The ribbons tied around her long black-purplish hair, her bangs resting on her forehead. To you, it was as if you saw an angel fall from the sky. No wonder Gojo had a crush on her.

“So, Suguru and I heard you got yourself into a deal with Satoru? Care to explain? ” Shoko nudged your elbow, with her signature smirk to pry the information out of you.

Like a normal best friend, you whole-heartedly explain the situation you got yourself into. Only to be met with a laugh, “Best wishes to you, YN. Don’t catch yourself falling in love with Gojo!”

You rolled your eyes in disgust. Ugh, as if!

Kento Nanami, whom you only shared 1 conversation with. But now, it’s going to change. With the help of Satoru Gojo. Well only if you help him with Utahime Iori, Of course!

“You know, you should start talking to him, instead of gawking your eyes out at him. He’s going to think you’re creepy that’s all.” Gojo says, with both his arms supporting his head, aware of the deadly glare you send his way. 

“Instead of striking up a conversation, which you suck at. Try asking him to tutor you in Mathematics. Although I can probably do it better though.” 

When it comes to Mathematics, Gojo(surprisingly) and Nanami are always the top students. 

Embarrassed, that you were caught staring. “W-Well! Look at you! How about you and Utahime? Try asking her out to a cafe! Maybe a cat cafe! Girls like her love taking aesthetic pictures in a cat cafe…!” 

It took you more than a day to gather up the courage to ask Nanami to be your tutor. Honestly, you weren’t that bad at Math, but if this is the only way to get closer to Nanami, this is all you had to take. 

On the other hand, Gojo took more than a week to ask Utahime out. She’s the president, of course, and she has her other admirers! You made slight remarks about ‘The Satoru Gojo’ being able to get whatever he wants except the girl he wants. It hurt his pride, but boy, it was worth it when she finally said yes.

You two were getting somewhere. And this? Is only the beginning!

“YN!!! HELP ME!! This is an urgent matter!” Gojo whined, throwing a fit, like a kid who didn’t get candy from his mother in the mall he dragged you into. 

“What? Why can’t you just throw yourself into anything? Suguru said your closet was filled with branded clothes.” You mumbled softly but loud enough for him to hear.

You were thrown off guard when he suddenly bent down, matching both your heights to close up the gap between you, throwing the smirk that girls in your school swooned over. 

He booped your nose. “Hey, don’t forget the deal we made. You’re here to help me pick out an outfit for my date with Utahime this Saturday.” 

You took a step back, you could feel your cheeks heating up. Haha! Maybe you could lie your way out, telling him you have a fever? Your bubble of thoughts burst when you heard him call out ‘Utahime’. 

Right. You were supposed to help him. Plus you had a crush on Nanami! Right?..

He chuckled at your reaction, going back to his original height. You were just adorable to tease! “Plus you could’ve told me if you had an eye for my branded clothes. Say the word and they’re all yours.”

You spent half the day helping Gojo with his outfit. He wasn’t that picky with style and fashion but you wanted to make sure he looked his best with the girl he liked. To say he isn’t gorgeous-looking is a lie. He is gorgeous. The shirt you picked out hugged his broad shoulders perfectly. You could almost see his six-pack abs. You knew he was fit, but not this ripped. God damn-

“Like what you see, sweetheart?” He teased. 

He ended up not getting that shirt because you claimed it was ‘too fitting’ and would only scare Utahime out. Lies. You wanted to be selfish and be the only one to see his body and that part of him.

“It’s late. I’ll send you home. A reward for helping me today!” 

It’s not that you hated Satoru Gojo, he’s just a pain in the neck to deal with but you don’t mind.

Here you are, sitting next to him on the bus. You brushed off his offer but he insisted on sending you home so you gave up arguing. Satoru Gojo gets whatever he wants except the girl he wants.

You decided to break the awkward tension when you realised he stopped talking. It was too quiet for your liking. You offered him the right side of your earpiece. He looked at you, confused.

“Wanna, um- share earpiece and listen to my songs? It’s quite a ride. 15 stops heh. Don’t want you to get bored and regret your decision, then you’ll leave me alone at a random stop” You said sheepishly.

He smiled, taking his side of your earpiece and slotting in his ear. “Don’t be ridiculous. I’d never leave you.”

As if it was right on cue, your playlist started playing ‘Lover’ by Taylor Swift. It was just embarrassing to change now. You just let it be.

 Oh Spotify, the wingman you are. 

It was a regular day, you needed help with a Math question, not wanting to call Nanami, you didn’t want him to think you’re that dumb. Is that really the reason? Instead, you called Gojo. 

Of course he teased you into calling him. 

After two hours, you decided to take a break. While Gojo used your bathroom, you played on your phone, stumbling on a love calculator. Completely unaware that Gojo was out of the bathroom. 

You felt your phone being snatched away. “Ooh what’s this sweetheart? A love compatibility calculator? You and Nanami 35% HAHA aww poor you. Lemme type in me and Utahime.. WHAT! 21% Damn…”

“Give my phone back Gojo!” You stood on your tippy toes, stretching your arms to reach for it.

He wriggled your phone on top of his head, grabbing both your wrist with his free hand and pinned it in the air. Now your faces were really close, you could feel his breath on yours. “Call me Satoru, sweetheart.”

“Why did you call me out here on a friday night sweetheart? You miss me?”

You tsked at the man towering over you. “Me and Nanami are going out! We’re going ice skating tomorrow but I don’t know how to. And I know you have a date with Utahime tomorrow but you’re the first and only person I could think of. It’s okay if you don’t want to though! I underst-”

You were rambling. A habit of yours. It’s cute. Satoru thinks but sorry, he just had to cut you off! 

He took your hand, placing it on his shoulders while getting on his knees. “Tie your laces properly sweetheart, don’t want you to fall now. I’m honoured that you thought of me and of course I’ll teach you! I’m the best skater in all of Japan!” (not really..)

Throughout the whole time, he held your hands gently, like you’re made of glass. “Bend your knees sweetheart. I got you. You won’t fall as long as I’m here. I’ll be behind you, kay? I’ll let go when I think you’re ready.” He moves his blades backward, letting you stride forward in return.

With him behind you, you felt better. You attempted to skate forward when you felt the loss of a pair of hands. You started to panic, causing you to lose your balance on the ice. You were going to fall. You closed your eyes expecting to land face flat but luckily, it never happened. You opened your eyes, you were met with his charming cerulean eyes. You were caught by Satoru’s strong grip. You feel his muscular arms resting at your waist. 

“Shit I’m sorry sweetheart you were doing so well. I thought you’d be fine on your own.”

The space between you was so close that you just wanted to lean in and kiss him. To know what his lips tasted like but you remember the date with Utahime and Nanami. Tomorrow.

You squirmed out of his grasp, brushing off the wrinkles of your shirt. “I’m alright but you! Almost dropped me!” 

You wanted to tease him some more when you saw the tears pooling up in his eyes. You felt bad for him. After all he did catch you, did he not?

You ran your hand through his soft snow white hair. You melted at the sight of him tilting his head to see you better. He looks like a cat. You think. 

You softly said “I’m not hurt. After all, you did catch me. Thank you for that”

You felt him chuckling. He removed your hands from his hair to kiss your knuckles. “HAHA GOT YOU! JUST SAY YOU LOVE ME- OW!”

Kento Nanami, the vice president of the student council, the one whom you shared 1 conversation with, is out on a date with you. You two had recently been much closer, thanks to the tuition he gave you. Not like you needed it. You insisted on paying him but he rejected. Instead repay him by going on a date with him.

 Shoko congratulated you, ‘He’s finally liked you back YN!!’ But do you? Aren’t you happy?

It was also the day of Utahime’s date with Satoru. The day he awaited ever since he striked that deal with you. That also meant him, wearing the outfit you picked out. You sighed.

But weren’t you getting what you’ve always wanted? Kento Nanami and you. Satoru Gojo with Utahime Iori? Will this end your friendship? 

Thanks to Satoru, you’ve become a better skater. Better than before. At least. Your mind flew to the night before, caught in your dreamworld till you tripped over your own blade. You were caught by a strong grip at your waist. But it wasn’t the grip you were familiar with.

 It wasn’t Satoru Gojo’s. 

“Are you okay YN?” Nanami asked with concern written all over him.

You had to lie your way out. Said you weren’t feeling well so he concluded to wrap the day up and send you home. You also lied about your address, giving Shoko’s address instead. Once he waved you goodbye and out of your sight, you knocked on Shoko’s door and immediately broke down in her arms

God, you felt awful lying to Kento Nanami, after all he’s nothing but sweet to you. 

Shoko spent an hour comforting you. You explained your situation in between your broken cries and hiccups. “I’m in love with Satoru Gojo!!! Shoko!!”.

Shoko was dumbfounded. Did she perhaps jinxed it? 

You felt terrible. For liking someone you shouldn’t. You didn’t bother asking Satoru how his date went. Him and Utahime probably got together. There was no way he needed you now. So for the next few days, you decided to absent yourself from school and reality. You decided it was too early to face the truth. 

satoru gojo. 

Hey sweet thing, you okay? How was your date yesterday? Did he hurt you? Are you unwell? Text me after you see this okay?:(((((((

shoko 💕 

Come to school bff, I’ll treat you to lunch? 

SUGURU 🫡🫡

Hey YN. You alright? We’re worried about you. Text us when you’re ready.

You groaned in displeasure, wrapping yourself in your blanket. If there’s one thing that you hate, it has to be ignoring your friends. 200 miscalls from the group chat. It hurt your heart when you decided to mute them. 

Ding! One new notification. Now you were really furious. Didn’t you muted them all? Do you have to go that far by blocking them? You checked your phone ready to burst, until it’s not your usual friend group.

Nanami Kento

Hey YN. Can we meet for a while? If that’s okay with you.

You

Sure. Can I send you my address? I don’t want my friends to catch me outside right now.

Nanami Kento

I hope it’s your real address this time. But of course, anything for you YN.

Ugh. You cringed, he wasn’t supposed to find out. You forced your butt out of bed to tidy yourself up before he arrives. 

Minutes later, he arrived at your doorstep, pulling something out from the side. “Hey. Got you these flowers.” 

You accepted the flowers— a pretty baby’s breath bouquet wrapped in cerulean fabric wrap, the same colour as Satoru's eyes. “How did you know I like these? I never told you.”

You shifted your gaze from the flowers to him. You could tell that he was nervous as he rubbed the back of his while avoiding eye contact with you.

“I had to ask Satoru Gojo. You like him, don’t you? That night, you left your earpiece in the car, and I know how important it is to lose something so I made a U-turn. I knocked on the door but no one answered. I didn’t mean to overhear you confessing your feelings for him to.. Shoko? You were quite loud, YN. Still got your earpiece though. Here.”

You felt the world crumbling beneath you, and another problem arise. “Nanami.”

You had no excuse. You had to come clean eventually but fate wanted you to right your wrongs right here and now.

He cut you off with a smile. “It’s alright YN, please don’t ever apologise about your feelings. I know you were sincere about being friends with me. To be honest, I liked you too, from the very first day we met. Go find Satoru Gojo. He’s the man who can truly make you happy. I shall take my leave YN, just letting you know that I’m always here for you.”

Tears stained down your cheeks but you could only mutter out “Thank you, Nanami.”

It was there when you realise, you no longer had a crush on Kento Nanami.

‘Go find Satoru Gojo’ His words repeatedly ring in your head. You stared at the earpiece and bouquet in your hands. The same earpiece that you shared with Satoru that night. The flowers you told him you loved. 

Despite your lack of stamina, you decided to run, as fast as your legs could take you. And it led you to Satoru Gojo’s house. You were panting by now. Your mind told you to leave. To turn back and go home. But your legs betrayed you. You walked to his front door, about to knock until the door swung open. You lost your balance as you were leaning on the door.

You were instantly greeted by a familiar pair of arms around your waist. The arms who fit your waist perfectly. Your eyes meet ceruleans ones, matching the bouquet Nanami had given you.

“Sweetheart?”

“Satoru.”

The two of you stayed in that position, not wanting to move. After all, you haven’t seen him in almost a week! He begged Shoko to tell him what was going on but you knew she would never break girl code.

You and Satoru sat in silence on his porch, staying silent. “Wna tell me what’s bothering you sweetheart?”

“Stop calling me that! Nanami and I aren’t a thing by the way. But! You! You have a girlfriend!”

Oh. So that was what’s going on.

He wraps his hands around your waist, pulling you closer till there’s no space left between you. You could feel his eyes dart from your mouth to your eyes. Not that you mind. You did the same. 

“I don’t have a girlfriend.” That was your cue.

He was taking too long to kiss you.

You tugged his collar and next thing you knew, his lips were on yours. You finally knew what he tasted like —and now, you can’t get enough of it.

The deal between you two, was long forgotten.

In a daze, you reluctantly pull away, trying to catch your breath, finding yourself smiling at the sight of Satoru chasing your lips. Your lips found his once more and this continues for a long time.

“I’ve been wanting to kiss you for a while,” Satoru confessed.

“About Utahime, she cancelled off the date a week before, just didn’t tell ya. She’s moving to Kyoto and I realised that the only girl I wanted to go on a cat cafe date is with you YN.”

Your lips begin to tremble slightly. You wrapped your arms around his torso, burying your head in his chest. “I’m in love with you Satoru.”

“I love you too, YN. Please be mine and don’t ever ignore me again. Told you I’d never leave you.” He whispers, giving soft kisses in your hair.

You pulled away looking up at him. Even with tears all over your face, he thinks you’re the prettiest mess he’s ever seen. You reached out your hand offering him the right side of your earpiece. “Wna listen to some songs?"

He flashes you a smile “Only if you play Lover.”

BONUS!

"Oooo baby look! We got 98% on the love compatibility calculator!" Satoru beamed happily.

"It better be" You whispered.

lily → based on a drama i watched + kinda rushed ending, sorry to all nanami lovers. but if u like it, pls check my other works! tysm 🥹❤️ love u all and happy holidays my loves !

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[elsecrytt]

do you have any daddy suguru thoughts to spare....

(this is me indoctrinating you into the dilf fuckers cult <3)

tw: aphrodisiacs, yandere!geto, kink shaming (sexy?), humiliation, daddy kink, captivity, public-ish sex.

disclaimer... i'm not an old man fucker, geto just happened to adopt two children and became a teen father. but i can admit that that makes him more attractive, not less,

but yes. suguru is SO. paternal coded. almost maternal, as your omega!suguru thoughts have expressed. he is the type who absolutely believes he knows what's best for you and that confidence empowers him to do whatever he wants.

consider the humble daddy kink. it is exceptionally popular, and it's also considered "cringe" by many (as many kinks stereotypically associated with women are).

i don't think suguru has a particular interest in being called daddy. however. if you had a daddy kink, or more specifically, if you found it humiliating...

well. suguru does have an interest in that.

he would love getting you to call him daddy. during sex or outside of it, doesn't matter.

usually, to suguru, the magic word is "please" - he loves when you beg - but now there's a new magic word, and it's "daddy".

you don't feel like sitting on his lap for dinner today? "what's that, my sweet girl?" "hmm? what did you call me?" "well, if you can't ask correctly, then you take the seat your daddy gives you."

(he says the word with 0 shame in front of all his inner circle if they're present. suguru isn't ashamed of anything he does with you, ever.)

the absolute euphoric surge he gets when you grind out, "please, let me sit in my own chair, daddy."

watching you debase yourself for him is the ultimate high. he's walking on air the whole rest of the night, and you don't have to do anything but sit pretty and stew in your humiliation.

it's hotter to him, even if you're not into it. he would get this sick pleasure out of forcing you into dd/lg aesthetics, and it doesn't hurt that a lot of that goes along with what he wants to do with you, anyways.

all sorts of protective coddling, of unbelievable condescension. you are helpless and he takes great pleasure in showing you that.

you need him, and he loves to watch you struggle.

come now, you really didn't think daddy would let you leave the safety of your home, would you? sweetheart, he works so hard to make it comfortable and safe for you in here.

his curses are always watching, ready to drag you back in after an instant, it's really not a fair contest. he doesn't need to be fair. he needs to be right.

and what's right for you is whatever he says it is.

naughty girl needs a time out, doesn't she? if you don't appreciate what daddy gives you, maybe he can just lock you outside for the night, in the cold, until you're finally honest enough to beg daddy to let you back in.

baby girl, you know you're not supposed to touch yourself. that's daddy's pussy, he says when it can get attention, he says when it can cum.

he could tie your hands behind your back, but what's the fun in that? your wrists would get sore, and daddy can't have that, can he?

no. instead he feeds you something - maybe his curses produce it, maybe not - but he feeds you to it with every drink, every meal, to keep daddy's pussy all wet and ready for him, all the time.

and then he takes you out, like you keep asking him to. out in town, out to restaurants and corner shops. out to his congregations, in his business meetings.

he takes you everywhere, doesn't give you a single opportunity to be alone, to touch yourself.

no. instead he tsks and swats your hands away when you get antsy and shift in his lap. smiles his awful, terrible smile and hushes you when you whimper out daddy, please help me.

oh, you want help, baby girl? daddy's busy right now, you know that. you asked to come outside like this, and what did he do? he brought you. you're a big girl, aren't you? don't throw a fit now.

and isn't that so easy for him to say, balancing you on his lap, an arm wrapped around your tightening, hot core, legs squeezing together for any amount of friction.

he's probably hard underneath those robes but he won't let you grind against him, won't let you change your position at all. it's completely intentional and you know it.

there's another complain, another hiss, maybe, and his hand tightens on you before he tells you what he wants, but not in so many words.

well, daddy always take care of you, doesn't he? don't you agree? even when it's difficult, even when you huff and fuss that you don't want him to, he always gives you what you need, now, doesn't he?

and you hate it, you really hate it, but you've been dripping and aching and your cunt is throbbing at this point, it's all you can think about.

(and deep down, you know, you hate that you know, once geto decides to fuck you it's going to feel so, so good and you want that so bad right now.)

so when you finally do break down and admit it, tell him everything he wants to hear, how right he is and how you want it please please please -

well, you can't say you're disappointed. deep down, you knew geto couldn't resist an opportunity to make you demean yourself.

what's wrong, he coos as he slots you over his thigh. your one saving grace is that you're facing him now, your flushed face visible only to him, and not the others in this meeting.

it's only because these are people he doesn't respect - people he'll kill before the hour is over, probably - that he even allows you this much, the chance to grind yourself to an orgasm on his leg.

oh come now, darling, don't make that face. daddy's providing, isn't he? and if you're a good girl, he'll give you a treat when you're back home, how's that?

you try not to think it, as you hump and cling to him, biting your lip, tears of shame that you're sure geto wishes he could lick up.

you try not to think it, shoving the thought down, the product of your over-aroused, drugged-out brain, but it still comes to mind -

you can't wait to get back.

[anystalker707]

Stop playing

Pairing: Suguru Geto x [male, amab] Reader Summary: Halloween night. Suguru has been teasing you for a while, but this is the last straw - he dressed up as your new fictional crush, König. That's personal. Tags: Bottom suguru / light choking / in the club's restroom / he thinks he's cool

Requested by @josukeslefttitty

Shibuya, October 31st

          Thankfully, everyone was as invested in their Halloween costumes as you, so you didn’t feel out of place as your friends walked down the streets, sometimes attracting curious eyes. Other people also wore costumes, attracting your attention instead. The streets of Shibuya slowly got more agitated, even if you were still in the first hours of the night of Halloween. The chilly air of autumn didn’t seem to bother anyone too much, only contributing to the more intricate costumes, if anything, though some people defied the temperature anyway.

Satoru and Ieiri had decided it would be best to go for a pre-party—which everyone agreed with—to grab drinks and snacks at a convenience store before going to the real destination. Ieiri had a hand on Yu’s shoulder as she talked about something that made him blush a little; Kento walked beside them, ignoring Yu’s attempts to push him into the conversation and Satoru’s annoying comments. You had tried to get Utahime to come along, but she had spilled a lot of things about not hanging out with kids, so…

You and Suguru walked a few steps behind them, your attention focused on Satoru’s banter until you just snapped out of it and sighed, looking around the streets that kept lightened up by the glowing billboards and signs despite the darkening sky.

“You know,” Suguru’s voice pulled you away from your thoughts, attracting your gaze to his. His brown irises stood out with the black makeup around his eyes—you wondered how he’d look with that mask on, but he’d only been carrying it along with the helmet under his arm, so far. “We need to take a picture together later. Just the two of us. You’re looking really nice.”

A smile spread across your face at Suguru’s words, at the same time a warm feeling fluttered in your chest. “Of course, yeah, that’d be fantastic.”

It was difficult to ignore how Suguru looked in those clothes. He had dressed as your new fictional heartthrob for Halloween, rocking the military aesthetic and the feral air it had. Did he see the posts you’d made about König or something? Was it intentional? Damn. It was mostly accurate, missing some gear around the torso, but it was understandable, given the mobility. The beige cargo pants were a little tight, probably borrowed from someone else, leaving a nice space for imagination whenever you observed him a little too much. The outfit fit him so well that it was hard not to pull him closer and…

“Do you think my costume looks nice? I did my best to make it as accurate as I could.” Suguru asked, looking down at himself and then back at you with those charming eyes, as if he knew something you didn’t. Fucker.

“Yeah,” you muttered with a hum, glancing down at his outfit without checking him out that much, even if he’d potentially caught you staring earlier. It was difficult to determine whether you were being discreet or not while so immersed in thoughts. “Looks pretty good, though I haven’t seen you with the mask yet.”

Suguru raised his eyebrows as the smile on his lips widened, and he hummed. “Oh, right. Satoru and Shoko were bothering me about it earlier, so I ended up taking it off and forgot to put it back on. It’s not that great, just some shirt I cut holes in and tried to make it more accurate.” He stopped walking for a little just to put on the helmet and adjust the mask, doing it quickly, in a way you didn’t need to rush a lot to catch up with the others. “So?” His brown eyes blinked a couple of times through the holes in the mask, and your heart skipped a beat just at that.

“Oh,” you muttered, trying to keep your thoughts on track, and not about how hot he’d look… “Yeah, amazing,” you said with a nod. Suguru had to be doing that on purpose, no matter how you couldn’t find the familiar air of tease in his eyes when he looked at you.

At some point, Satoru had the helmet on instead as he walked around the convenience store, but Suguru kept the mask. He stood by Shoko with his arms crossed under his chest and weight over one of his legs in a way his hip popped out a little, talking with her absentmindedly, while she looked at cigarette boxes displayed behind a glass. How did he manage to be so hot while he wasn’t even trying?

Whatever Shoko said, it resulted in Suguru chuckling as he grabbed her hand and turned her palm up, tracing something on it. You wondered how it’d feel on you instead.

It made your thoughts race again, taking another turn as you forgot about what you were doing until Satoru shoved another glass of beer into your hand.

“Heh, what’s in your mind, (y/n)? I hope it doesn’t have to do with Suguru’s thighs.” He paused as he looked toward Suguru and sighed, shaking his head as if he longed for them. Maybe he did. Motherfucker.

“Just thinking,” you quickly excused, adjusting the beer bottles and cans of energy drink in your arms. “Shoko looks good,” you averted the subject, hoping he would buy it, and thankfully, Satoru seemed to be only using one brain cell right now, as usual.

“Oh, wait, we also need some candies. I want to make a drink with sour candies,” he muttered, pulling you along to the other side of the convenience store, but your eyes lingered on Suguru, meeting his gaze for a second.

          Suguru dismissed your company on the way to the club, instead letting Satoru link arms with him while ranting about god knows what. Why did he decide to leave you? Had you become boring? Was he playing more games? A sigh escaped your lips as you shook your thoughts away.

“So…” Ieiri suddenly showed up next to you with a grin, rolling a lollipop around her mouth, one she’d grabbed from the counter at the convenience store. She read you very well. Just the way she looked at you compelled you to look away, shaking your head again; she giggled. “Yeah, there we go again.”

“Don’t say anything,” you told her with a playful pout, holding back a smile that threatened to grow even more at how she giggled again.

Shoko opened her mouth a couple of times, but whatever she pondered saying, was replaced by a simple shrug as she patted your arm lightly. Alright. Well, you had other things to focus on right now, and one of them was absolutely how Suguru’s ass looked in those tight cargos. If only you had the chance to squeeze it. Your hand ached just at the thought—just like your cock threatened to come to life.

Things only got more difficult as you arrived at the club. Despite the great number of people, the place wasn’t cramped up. It was a nice, clean club with cool Halloween decorations hanging around, selling themed drinks, as also themed songs played in the background. The smell of artificial fog lingered in the air as it rose, making the colorful lights more visible.

Kento sat with you on the same couch in a calmer area, absentmindedly scrolling through his phone or taking pictures of the others when requested. He talked to you a bit, but the conversation quickly dissipated.

Your mind couldn’t keep track of a chat while Suguru walked around like that, like a piece of meat waiting to be eaten. One that was supposed to be yours and not be touched by everyone like that. What was Suguru even trying to do? He didn’t like being touched that much, so there was no reason to keep a hand around Shoko’s waist like that or let Satoru keep resting a hand on his chest. Why couldn’t you do it, though? Only you. It made something burn in your chest, stiffening your muscles as you tried your best not to get up and do something. Hopefully, the glass of cocktail covered part of your annoyed expression.

It was, however, when you saw Suguru allow Satoru to pull his shirt up to take a look at his bare skin that you almost crushed the glass you held. Kento even glanced at you when you inhaled sharply, setting the glass down on the small table nearby before you stood up, eyes trained on the side of Suguru’s head.

Maybe you should focus on something else. You put the glass away and shook your head, trying to shake away the feeling and the thoughts as well. There was a nice song playing, so you moved over to the dance floor, squeezing past people to get on there with them—in contrast to the other areas of the club, the dance floor was crowded, full of people wanting to party the night away.

A couple of minutes passed by when you noticed the familiar costume, and your eyes widened a little noticing, Suguru there also dancing with you—no helmet again, which led you to presume Satoru had stolen it once more. It was okay, at first, but then he started pressing close, glued to you until his ass was practically grinding against your crotch. You gently pushed him away, but he stepped back again. Fucking hell…

“Suguru?” You talked into his ear, loud enough for him to hear over the loud music. “What are you—”

“It’s too cramped here,” he replied immediately, naturally, “what else am I supposed to do while it’s this crowded?”

What was he supposed to do? What were you supposed to do while he tortured you all night long? Fuck it.

Your hand wrapped around Suguru’s wrist to drag him with you without caring who was in the way.

You walked into the restroom with Suguru right behind you, the music becoming muffled as you walked into the space. It was well-kept, really, with no strong smells, black walls, and red-tinted LEDs above the mirror that stretched itself along the wall, over the silver taps on the black marble counter, and the doors to the stalls were also black. Only one person was in there, already leaving after washing their hands. Suguru stepped aside and watched them leave, about to say something when you closed the door and locked it.

Suguru’s eyes widened a little through the holes of the mask, and you imagined if he already presumed what would happen. Either way, he didn’t have time to speak anything—you pinned him to the counter first, a hand by each side of his hips as you looked at him in the eyes.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Your voice didn’t carry the same light tone from before, now with a tone that matched your serious look.

Suguru didn’t know where to put his hands, letting them hand in the air before they slowly settled down on the edge of the counter as well, beside yours. His breath was caught in his throat as his wide eyes watched you, blinking a couple of times as if it would help him think properly, but it didn’t do much. He gulped and was thankful he had his face covered. “What do you—”

“Come on, don’t play dumb,” you exhaled, placing a hand on Suguru’s chest, right in the middle, almost feeling his racing heart under your palm. Your fingers ran up and settled under his chin through the mask, keeping his gaze on you. “You know exactly what you are doing, and I can’t take it anymore.”

You wanted to kiss Suguru on the lips, but the mask was in the way, and he looked so hot wearing it… It could stay on for now.

“If you tell me to stop, I’ll stop.” Your eyes held Suguru’s gaze to prove the seriousness of your words, before your hands sneaked under his shirt to hold his waist, rubbing soft circles into his warm skin.

It almost felt unreal to finally be touching Suguru like that, with something buzzing under your skin as you tried to figure out what to do with him now that you had the opportunity. The list was long, that was the problem. It went from just playing with his nipples to pulling his hair back to watch the face he would make when your cock still bullied his prostate after an orgasm. What were you supposed to choose? If only you had all the time and privacy you wanted…

You pressed your lips together to contain the will to kiss Suguru, making him face the other way and looking at him through the mirror instead. Tension laced Suguru’s actions as well, but it was similar to the one you felt, with blood hammering in your ears while the arousal rushed through your veins and spread a warm feeling in your lower stomach. A bulge was visible in Suguru’s pants, struggling in the tight fabric of the beige cargos.

“Fuck, you must be sadistic or something, with the way you kept doing that…” You exhaled, hands returning to the marble edge by each of Suguru’s hips. Your eyes fell to Suguru’s hands, observing them curled into fists as their heels pressed to the marble, growing tenser when your hips pressed to his ass.

Suguru’s breath faltered a little, eventually growing heavier as you started grinding your erection against his ass. The silence that came from him gave you doubts that were quickly dismissed when he adjusted his position and moved his hips in sync, eventually snatching a moan from you as your cock got completely hard. Just the dry humping felt so good when it wasn’t with something like a pillow or someone you actually desired.

Eventually, though, Suguru cracked a breathy chuckle—it was hard to identify it without a full view of his face, but you could imagine a smirk tugging on his lips. “Please,” Suguru moaned, and his eyes were closed when you looked at him in the mirror, even if it was a little difficult to tell that. Hearing him ask for more made your skin rise in shivers as a wave of excitement ran down your spine, irises turning into thin rings around your blown pupils. He leaned forward until his elbows met the marble, pressing his ass back against your crotch with it.

“Oh, now you’re talking,” you muttered, much to his amusement, hooking your thumbs around his waistband to trail along it until both your hands met the buckle of the belt and started to undo it, and then the buttons, making it possible to lower his pants to about the middle of his thighs. Your tented-up pants pressed to his bare ass, and it was such a sight, compelling your cock to twitch in demand for attention.

You fished the packet of lube and the condom from your pocket before also lowering your pants and underwear, letting your cock rest heavily against his ass. Damn, you wished you could take a picture of it right now. Suguru even arched his back a little more, pressing himself back against your cock.

Suguru’s eyes observed you through the mirror, with anticipation and a shared need. His eyes narrowed lightly when you raised your eyebrows, sighing as you unpacked the condom and rolled it in before squeezing the lube over your cock, letting some drip on Suguru’s hole. Your thumb pressed to his hole, feeling it flutter under your touch until the ring of muscles gave in under your touch, and you could slip your finger in.

Not a lot of resistance greeted your thumb as it slowly dived deeper into Suguru’s walls, spreading the lube nicely. He groaned a little, walls clenching around your finger; his hips threatened to move, but you held him still with a hand around his waist.

“Feel good?” You tried to snatch more words from him, to get more of the feeling that stirred in your lower stomach with that attitude of his. “Come on, Suguru, I want you to tell me more about what you want.”

Once again, Suguru looked at you through the mirror. A weak sound escaped his throat when your finger pushed in deeper, slowly starting to thrust in and out of him. “I want you, idiot,” he breathed with a whimper, clenching around your finger. You limited yourself to smirking to prevent a chuckle. His voice was quiet, almost unintelligible under the muffled, beating song that came from outside, making you wish you’d find another opportunity to have him like that just to appreciate his sounds properly. “I— Damn it, fuck me already,” he breathed sharply and let his head hang in defeat, drawing a chuckle from you. Alright, alright.

“Now, we’re getting somewhere,” you said with a pleased sigh, with a new boost of arousal.

Your hand held the base of your cock, guiding it to Suguru’s entrance and pushing just the tip in at first, testing the waters. Suguru groaned, back arching as he pushed his hips back, so you continued. “Fuck,” you breathed, taking a deep breath to get through the sensation of his walls slowly accommodating around your cock. One of his hands reached back, holding on firmly to the forearm of the hand you’d pressed to his waist.

“Fucking finally,” Suguru said with a whiny moan, relaxing more over the counter. Of course, he’d let you do all the job.

The sensation of finally being inside Suguru like you’d daydreamed about so many times before was intoxicating, in a way that you needed to take a few deep breaths while thrusting in and out of him, slowly, watching your cock disappear in his ass a couple of times before looking at him through the mirror again. He looked so hot with that mask on, really.

A quiet curse fell incoherent under a moan as you settled down for a steady pace, slowly filling the room with the sound of skin slapping against skin. He felt so good around you, clenching around your cock so deliciously.

“How long have you been playing this game?” You breathed to Suguru, hooking an arm around his torso to press a hand to his chest, with his collarbones right under your index finger and thumb. A little pressure there was enough to have him leaning up enough for your head to be right next to his while you still thrust into him with the same intensity. “I almost believed I was making things up until you gave me no choice,” you said through a groan, tightening your grip around his waist, and letting your fingers sink into the soft skin.

Suguru gasped, a higher-pitched moan spilling from his lips as he arched his back, squeezing your forearm in some sort of response. “You’re just too slow, mmph— Fuckin’ took you forever.” His other hand pressed to the surface of the marble to help support himself up, even more so after your thrusts started getting faster. “It was s—so fun watching your desperate face whenever I did something, so st—stupid— Ahhh—” Suguru interrupted himself with a moan when you started thrusting sharply, moving your hand from his waist to grasp the base of his cock tightly. He hissed, holding on to the edge of the counter instead.

“Fuck off, I’m still gonna make you regret that,” you groaned. Your hand slipped under the mask, taking firm hold of Suguru’s neck; his skin was warm and sweaty, and his throat moved against your palm as he swallowed thickly. “I should’ve done this before,” you groaned, squeezing Suguru’s neck before he could make any funny comment again. “Did you think it was funny to dress up as my game crush and go around with those tight pants, letting everyone feel you up? Are you that desperate? Fucking shameful.”

“Well,” Suguru breathed, and you imagined he was smirking again. Motherfucker. “Maybe if you weren’t so slow… Nngh…” His back arched, cock twitching on your palm.

Was he making those remarks on purpose? Did he make them just for the way you responded? Damn it. Your hand tightened around his neck—not enough to cut off his air—, and you fucked him hard enough for his body to start rocking every time your hips met his ass.

The thought of Suguru teasing you all this time just to play clueless when you approached the subject, looking at you with that mischievous gaze… Your cock twitched, balls tightening as you could feel your orgasm in the distance, so you invested in fucking Suguru in that angle that made his ass milk your cock so deliciously, making him bend down forward a little more.

Suguru’s arms were trembling from holding himself up like that, but he knew better than to give up to the weakness that slowly crept up his muscles, fighting against it as he focused on the pleasure you made him feel. He could barely contain his moans, and the fact you were at a club vanished in the back of your mind.

“There’s still so much stuff I wanna do to you,” you breathed, observing Suguru’s eyes rolling back through the mirror.

Whatever he said in response fell incoherent through moans that only grew breathier and longer as you ran your hand up and down his cock slowly, and it was all it took for him to finally cum. His ass squeezed around your cock, driving you to the edge at the same time; shivers ran up your thighs before your balls tightened, and you finally came, thrusts stuttering as you rode through your orgasm.

A soft, last cry of pleasure escaped Suguru’s lips before your movements finally ceased. The tiredness became more evident after the urgency wore out, with blood hammering in your ears while your chest heaved up and down with your pants, but it didn’t stop you from lifting Suguru’s mask and pulling him for a kiss. The position wasn’t the best, all awkward and difficult, but both of you needed that kiss to the same extreme levels, groaning into each other’s mouth while trying your best to take as much as you could from the kiss, including tongues and teeth here and there.

“This is security,” the sudden voice cut sharply through the whole mood, making both of you freeze as a heavy banging came from the door. “Is anyone in there?”

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[slut4sugu]

❝DOPE AND DIAMONDS ! ❞

! 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ [ ft! ] geto suguru x black!femreader ! 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ [ content warnings ! ] college!au, black!fem reader, mentions of weed, plug!geto, mutual pining, reader has an earthy aesthetic

PLUG!GETO who saw you leaning against a wall sipping on something in a red solo cup, with a long pink ruffled skirt resting low in your hips. Accompanied by a a white lettuce long sleeve crop top, which complimented your ebony skin. That glowed as you effortlessly captivated everyone who met your gaze. “You’re staringggg suguruuuu, she’s hot but you migh scare her off like that.” “she doesn’t look like one to be scared easily, if she was do you think I’d be interested?”

PLUG!GETO who made his way over to you at the bar after you had ordered another drink, “You seem quite bored here despite looking stunning for a college party.” The deep yet gentle voice caught you off guard, looking over to your left side you saw him. Long dark hair, half lidded eyes, a gentle smile graced on his handsome features. The faint smell of weed and cologne made your heart flutter. “Well I like dolling myself up from time to time even if the place I’m going to isn’t worth my presence.”

PLUG!GETO who let out an airy laugh at this, “really then? Well do you wanna get out of here?” Your interested peaked in this guy, his calm reassuring voice, and his alluring aura was strangely comforting. Unlike many other guys who had attempted to hit on you, “maybe, what’s your name stranger?” You asked with a slightly flirtatious tone, as a smile tugged at the corners of your lips. “Suguru geto.”

PLUG!GETO who led you to his dorm, which was nice and clean • before shutting the door behind him and calmly asking you if you smoked weed and told you it was more than okay if you didn’t. but when you did the slight smirk that crept into his face was so attractive. “Wanna try something pretty?”

PLUG!GETO who helped you through your coughing fit after your took a hit • rubbing your back in small circles “this isn’t normal stuff yknow, are you sure you can handle it pretty?” You hummed in response, as you leaned on his shoulder. Feeling small next to him as you felt his eyes scan you over, your pretty knitted top exposing the top of your breasts which looked so delicious. The sweet and natural smell of shea butter and strawberries on your skin was intoxicating, you were a dangerous thing. It would be so easy to take you like this, to hear your pretty voice moan out in pleasure as he sucked and nibbled on your nipples- “what made you wanna come talk to me?” You asked in a soft voice as you sat up, squeezing your thighs together underneath your skirt. Looking up at him with those big pretty brown doe eyes was unfair. “To be honest—“ he ran this thumb across your bottom lip “—I thought you were too pretty to be left alone.” His low eyes locked down on yours, you felt the atmosphere grow thick as your heart thumped in your chest. You felt everything slow and your body grow warm, eyes flickered from his lips back up to his pretty eyes. “Really? I think you’re pretty too.” You slurred, before closing the gap between you two.

PLUG!GETO who was surprised that you made the first move • he was normally used to girls wanting him to be the dominant one and take the lead, which wasn’t a problem but it was a bit boring. You however weren’t in the slightest, everything about you had geto wanting to know more. The weed in his system started to take effect right after you kissed him, almost as if your kisses were acting as a drug.

PLUG!GETO who was shocked that a groan almost left his lips • who was shocked that a groan almost left his lips when you pulled back from the heated make out session to answer your ringing phone. The feeling of your soft lips mashed into his was almost euphoric? He blamed it on he drugs for the moment but seeing your pink tinted lipgloss ruined was adorable. “Sorry, it’s yuki. She’s prolly too drunk to think Straight and i gotta order a her ride back to her boyfriends place.” You explained to Geto, who for some reason couldn’t get enough of your sweet voice talking to him so softly. “Alright, I’ll come with you. Satoru most likely had more than enough drinks tonight as well.”

PLUG!GETO who walked you out of his dorm and back to the party downstairs • watching how your hips would sway when you walk, your pretty curled micro braids styled in a two low buns, you were enchanting. How had he not noticed you before? As you opened the doors to the vacant longue where the party was being held you saw yuki chugging a whiskey a booth bottle. “Oh my god- Yuki what the hell?” You quickly said sorry and excused yourself from geto before swiping the bottle from your friends hand and setting it on the nearby bar table. “I’m gonna ban you from going to parties if you keep getting hammered like this.” You scolded her, who whined and groaned at your lecture. “You’re such a mommmm.”

PLUG!GETO who was amused to see you be so caring and motherly around your friends • as he saw you pull out your phone to order your friend an Uber, you heard his voice say, “I’ll order the Uber, something tells me you’ve done this before.” As you turn to look to your right, you saw geto look at you with a small sincere smile and it made your heart flutter. So you smiles back, “thank you..suguru.” Your eyes flickered from his lips briefly to his eyes, “Of course, now..do you still plan on staying a bit longer?

[grasslesss]

Suguru Geto Playlist

Our sad princess with a disorder :( Geto is another one of my favorite characters of all time (which tracks because I am, in fact, a Gojo kin.) This playlists was a little sad to construct, a curation for an incredibly sensitive soul.

Never has a musician talked about regretting what feels inevitable more than Mitski, a theme that suits Suguru very well. A handful of tracks by her are on this playlist.

As you may be able to tell from earlier posts, I have incredibly strong opinions when it comes to the music I HC characters would listen to. One of my strongest is that the Hidden Inventory trio listened to Radiohead together. Not only do I think the somber, dead-end-feeling lyricism would resonate with them, but sonically I think it also just fits the entire aesthetic of Hidden Inventory well. All three of them have a few tracks I think suit them on their playlists. Geto's are Let Down, Where I End and You Begin, and Just, though a few more may be added overtime. These playlists are always being tweaked.

Enchanting Ghost by Sufjan Stevens makes an appearance on here. Think of Satosugu while you listen to this one. That is all.

A lot of sad girl music on here, but some highlights include: thousand eyes by FKA twigs (think about Gojo keeping an eye on Geto after he defected... yeah), Vampire Empire by Big Thief, listen before i go by Billie Eilish, Mirror Forever and Picture Me Better off of Titanic Rising (a very Geto album) by Weyes Blood, and Morning Dew by Kelsey Lu.

I hope someone enjoys this playlist :)

[haeryna]

hi!! i bingeread your satosugu fic and omg it's amazing !! you really nailed their dynamic, i love how complex the relationship got and the AU overall !! do you have any hcs for how Suguru's and Satoru's music sound? I cant wait to read more, good poly fics are hard to find !!

hi mila! i'm glad you liked it, i get oddly paranoid that i'm either overcomplicating or undercomplicating things in my au lol. suguru will often play rock music (which i personally don't listen to) but that's because his managers really like pushing his "image," with the long hair and piercings. in reality, suguru's biggest hits come from the acoustic songs he writes on his own, and performed on the guitar that reader gave him. thinking mitski and other assorted indie artists i listen to. deeper, gentle voice; when he sings, you can feel the way he almost seems to breathe around the cadence of the song, weaving himself into it seamlessly. he's well established though, a walking contradiction between the "indie" music he plays and the fact he's so mainstream. for good reason; the emotions from his heart bleed into his voice, and his fans delude themselves into believing the love songs he writes and performs for you are for themselves instead.

too bad you've shut off his music any time it's come on.

satoru on the other hand is just an eclectic blend of boy groups; the group is composed of five members (choso, sukuna, gojo, nanami, and haibara) so i've paired them with txt in my mind, but like every group, gojo has some solo songs. guilty by taemin, rover by kai, sugar rush ride by txt, and stray kids are definitely some things that i think they would perform, but since they're such an diverse group (so different in style, aesthetic, and mannerisms) that i think each comeback is wildly different as well and therefore most, if not all, kpop boy group songs fit. he has a higher vocal range, but is trained to perfection in the way that most idols are. a technical perfectionist; often praised for how his live vocals match the studio recordings.

thank you for your ask and support though !! i'm glad you've been enjoying the series so far <3

[violetsaffron5]

Infinity

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10 | Incorrigible

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x f!Reader

Ceremony for your grade assignment has arrived and you find out Gojo's been keeping a secret

words: 3564

cw: angst

Fun fact: I started writing this story in April of 2022. I left off at 363 pages (159,666 words), decided I hated all of it and started over. Chapters 1, 2 and what will be 13 are from the original story (with very slight modifications)

During your short time acting as a sorcerer, you’ve learned there’s very little to celebrate, so when someone makes Grade 1 rank, they throw a celebratory party in their honor, since most don’t tend to make it this far alive. You’re just lucky, apparently.

From what Satoru told you, the clans will send gifts as an acknowledgment of your success, a lot of people will show up just to drink, let loose and socialize and expect plenty of people to show up just to meet you.

Speaking of Satoru, you haven’t spoken to him since the weekend you went shopping with Shoko and Utahime. He’s reached out to you a few times, sending his normal messages asking you to hang out, all have gone unanswered.

At the school, you’ve done your best to avoid him, picking up missions with Nanami rather than resuming training with Satoru. You’re trying not to let Suguru’s words weigh you down, and to not think too hard about the conversation you had with Shoko and Utahime either. 

Satoru was right, a plethora of people have shown up to meet and greet you, or to check in and see those they know but haven’t seen in some time. Nanami told you this was a great way to network and meet others within their community, more faces to names and people to call, should you ever run into trouble. He arrived with you, pointed out those who work for the school, and those who are within the clans who just ogle you as if you were about to sprout a second head just because they don’t understand what you are

Whoever planned this event really outdid themselves - it’s held in one of the nicer traditional style buildings, in the dining hall with a view out to a lantern lit garden. There’s more food out on trays and platters than you’ve ever seen in your life, more deserts than you ever thought you would lay eyes on too. That part was most likely organized by Satoru, judging by the decadent options, all with little gold flakes in them just for the aesthetic.

And the fact that you’re not speaking with him certainly didn’t deter him from sending someone to your place to pick you up and take you to a day spa hours before the ceremony so you could relax and get your hair and nails done. It was a sweet gesture. You’re trying to not think too much about it.

You’ve been here for hours, in the dining hall, getting gifts from the clans, mainly various types of weapons, and chatting with Nanami, Shoko and Utahime. Suguru arrived a while ago, alone from what you could tell. He hasn’t said much to you, but he did tell you congratulations with that smile that makes his eyes close. Since the night of the mission, you haven’t been able to see him in the same light. Where before you always thought he had a calming aura, now all you can feel is his obvious distaste towards you.

His best friend is nowhere to be seen. You may be currently avoiding him, but you were still hoping to see him here tonight, even if it’s an unfair expectation.

Currently, you’re in the dining hall, listening to two old women from clans you’ve never heard of drone on and on about the best, most eligible bachelors (and a few bachelorette’s) they have to offer. You’re in the black dress you bought from your weekend shopping trip. It didn’t fit quite right when you finally tried it on, so you did end up getting it tailored. Now, it sits on your hips and pinches your waist in the most alluring way, paired with the black strappy heels Satoru found.

When the two ladies first approached you, Nanami came to your side, handing you a drink saying “you’ll need this,” before adjusting his tie and walking away, clearly wanting to have no part in the conversation they were about to put you in.

Plenty of people have been watching you, even more have spoken to you, some with kind smiles and a shake of their hand, others leering at you and eyeing you in ways you’d rather forget. But none have been quite as pushy as these clan matrons.

You silently thank Nanami as they try to one up each other, each showing photos of generic young looking men. They’re attractive, sure, and you probably would have been drooling over one or two of them if you weren’t mentally comparing them to a certain jackass, which you’re kicking yourself for.

One’s hair is too dark, another the wrong shade. Hair too long, too short. Eyes are green rather than blue. With each thought you have, you groan and take a deep drink of your cocktail, pursing your lips when you realize it’s almost finished.

A month ago, you would have been excited for these offers, at the chance to go out, a chance to not worry and let the chips fall where they may with another sorcerer. But now you’re just hurt and confused.

“Sooooo, what’s going on over here?” Satoru asks, interrupting one of the women’s speeches about the blonde haired man with too many piercings and too much eyeliner she’s just shown you. You half expect Satoru to snake his arm around your waist and pull you into him, but he doesn’t. He stands, close still, hands in his pocket with a small smirk spread across his lips. 

He’s in a suit tonight, with a silky black tie to match, obviously tailored to fit him perfectly.

“They’re trying to tell me who’s best to knock me up from their clans, because apparently breeding is all I’m good for.” You answer a little too honestly, courtesy of the cocktails.

Satoru throws his head back in a boisterous laugh catching the attention of too many people, causing the room you’re in to grow just a little quieter, “so, what’s the best offer so far?”

“This conversation does not include you, Gojo-”

“Really? You don’t you think it’s fair for the Gojo's to be able to make an offer as well?” He says slyly, giving his best smile which you can see is making the two women's blood boil, “I mean, given her abilities, you’d want to make sure it’s someone who can fully satisfy her, and keep up with her in the bedroom, yeah? And I can really only think of one person who fits that description.” He says low, but loud enough so they can hear, right in your ear causing shivers down your spine and you wonder if it’s possible to actually die of embarrassment.

The matrons look like they would kill him if they could as one of them clears their throat, “you’ve had plenty of time to try and persuade her yourself but it’s common knowledge she hasn’t chosen you.” Satoru clicks his tongue at their remark. “So we thought it was only fair we offered her our most eligible as well.”

“I thought this was supposed to be a party to celebrate my accomplishments,” You say quietly, gaining their attention, “instead, all anybody has done is try to marry me off or leer at me.”

“I’m surprised they’re even making these offers to you, honestly” Satoru states, “considering the other two clans don’t value those without cursed energy, or really, anyone who doesn’t come from one of the clans.”

“Right, well, you know what?” You turn to look at the matrons, “this whole experience has been terrible and I’m leaving now. Good luck with— whatever this was supposed to be.”

Satoru’s next to you, his long legs easily keeping up with your pace as you walk away from the conversation.

“Everything okay, babe?” He asks casually and you know he means more than just the conversation that was just happening.

You stop walking, groaning in frustration, pinching the bridge of your nose, “I thought you were coming over to save me from that ridiculous conversation they were forcing on me, but instead you just contributed to it. I just- I just want to enjoy my party now, okay? And stop calling me babe.”

He purses his lips together, but he doesn’t follow you when you walk away.

You do appreciate him coming over, even if that was a piss poor attempt at mocking the matrons, but it left you feeling more embarrassed and unwanted than you’ve felt in a long time, not to mention all of your other mixed emotions around Satoru swirling around inside. You’re not sure what you want in life right now, but you sure as hell know you need another drink.

“Nanami. We’re doing shots.” You tell him, taking a seat at the makeshift bar set up for tonight's occasion.

“No.” He’s stern as usual, swirling the dark liquid in his glass around the circular ice cube before drinking the rest as he side-eyes you. Your shoulders are slumped slightly, eyes not as bright as usual.

Nanami surprises you by ordering two shots of whiskey, even though he’s just told you no. He doesn’t ask why, he doesn’t ask what’s wrong, which you appreciate. He clinks his little glass to yours and downs it quickly and you scrunch your nose from the flavor, even if you don’t mean to.

“Can we do another?” You ask after the liquid from the first has had a little time to warm you up, loosen you up and calm you down.

“I suppose. If you deem it necessary.”

You’re not sure how many shots you’ve taken, let alone the number of mixed drinks that have been handed to you since your argument with Satoru, all you know is when he joined in on the last few, you were no longer mad at him.

You know you will be later, but you can’t bring yourself to stay pissed at him now. Not when your body is feeling warm, and fuzzy, feeling more free in this moment than you’ve let yourself be in a long time.

It’s easily been years since you’ve let yourself get drunk, always one to have been careful on how much you have to drink, lest you lose control and wake up surrounded by a pile of bodies on accident.

Luckily, that’s not something you have to worry about right now in a room full of sorcerers.

Shoko’s able to keep up with Nanami’s drinking better than you, but that didn’t stop her from getting drunk herself, coming to you wanting to know what it feels like when you feed, if it’s as intoxicating as Satoru has described.

And you’re drunk enough to oblige, which is why Shoko’s lips are currently latched to yours, tasting an odd combination of coffee, cigarettes and alcohol on her tongue before pulling away with her bottom lip between your teeth.

A small sigh escapes her as your hands roam from her shoulders to her hips, gripping onto the smooth fabric on her dress, pulling your bodies closer together.

Licking a strip up her neck, you latch your lips to hers again, pulling away, draining her in the process. Her eyes widen at the feeling, a shiver running down her spine as your body thrums with electricity.

“That’s enough of that,” you hear Satoru, before you feel his hands on your waist pulling you away from Shoko’s embrace. 

You’re at his place now, him having warped you there when he was pulling you into him, the change of scenery taking you by surprise, “why did you bring me here?”

“Because, not everyone needs to see what you can do.” He says, still holding you close to him as you try to steady your feet, “people get weird about sex curses, couldn’t imagine how they would act around you.”

You look up to him, furrowing your brows to see him grinning down at you, “pretty sure I can handle myself. Been doing it for years before coming here.”

“Yeah, but not all sorcerers can heal themselves, and they certainly won’t be as nice to you as I am, so it’s not safe.”

“Shoko would have been fine.”

His grip on your waist tightens, “it would be weird for you to fuck my friend, and all she wants to do is to use you as her guinea pig.”

“You know, it’s hypocritical of you to get upset when you’re running off with every woman in the city.” You drunkenly slur, poking your finger to his chest, annoyed that he can find a way to cockblock you every chance he gets.

“I’m not running around with anyone.” His brows are furrowed in confusion, words slurred too, having taken several of his own shots, wincing through the taste just as you did, “I just want you to myself, you know?”

“That’s not fair, Satoru. Why do you get to have me to yourself, but I don’t get to have you?” You’re raising your voice, getting upset again, so he puts his hands on your shoulders, eyes flickering between yours.

“You do,” he says quietly, and even though you’re drunk you can feel your heart flutter “can’t even get it up for other women.”

“That’s really embarrassing for you.” You giggle, unable to help yourself at his admission.

He juts out his lower lip dramatically before wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you into him, grinning again, “you’re so pretty.”

“Stop that,” your whisper is barely audible as you finally push away from him, walking towards his door.

“Where are you going?” He asks, gently grabbing your bicep.

“Home. I’m tired and you’re confusing.”

“Mm, stay here tonight, you’re drunk, I’ll take you back in the morning.”

“Why don’t you just take me home now?”

He shrugs, not giving an answer, it’s a bad idea, you know it, but also fuck it, you’re tired and have no desire to get a cab if he won’t take you back himself. It won't hurt to stay one night, live in the moment for once, even if it’s with someone who’s hurt you. So you kick off your heels and make your way upstairs.

“How do you give a lemon an orgasm?” Satoru asks as the two of you are drunkenly giggling and tripping your way down the hall to his bedroom.

“Oh my god, how? I have to know.” You’re smiling, stumbling into the wall next to the closed door. He never closes the door to his bedroom, but you don’t think too much of it, especially when he wraps his hands around your waist and murmurs in your ear.

“You tickle it’s citrus.” You can feel the way he’s grinning next to the shell of your ear, listening to your laugh as you open the door to a room that is distinctively not his bedroom.

It is a bedroom, set up for two young children, and neat ones judging by the way the room is cleaner than Satoru’s. Each toy is in its place, in the bins against the wall, books put away neatly on a bookshelf, several completed lego sets sit on shelves around the room, laundry near the dressers. Two end tables and lamps next to a small blue bed and slightly larger pink bed which both house several stuffed animals.

You close the door quickly, and quietly before wandering down the hall to his room, wondering why he’s never mentioned them before, but you’re too drunk and too tired to care right now. That’s an argument for another day.

“Normally you’re undressing me, not putting me in more clothes,” you say pressed up against him in his closet on wobbly legs as he helps you out of your dress and into one of his shirts.

He doesn’t answer, just hums with a smile as he holds one hand on your elbow to steady you as his others deftly finishes the last few buttons.

“Are you gonna sleep next to me?” You ask, biting your lip as Satoru helps you get under the silky sheets of his bed.

“No, I’m gonna sleep on the couch.”

“Why?”

“Because we’re drunk and I don’t need you tempting me with your womanly wiles.”

You snort out a laugh, sinking into his plush bed, “you’re an idiot.”

He does climb in bed behind you, wrapping his arm around your waist as you push your body back against his. He runs his hand up and down the length of your arm until you’re asleep before he climbs out of his bed, kisses your forehead and leaves the room.

You’re woken by light filtering through your apartment curtains, which is odd because you know you always close them when going to sleep. Your head is pounding right behind your eyes, which you can hardly open due to the overwhelming exhaustion you feel.

Sitting up in bed, you realize you’re far from your own apartment. You’re in Satoru’s bedroom and he’s nowhere to be seen.

Good.

You’re not at his place very often. He’s typically at yours on the nights you hang out, but his looks just the same as the few times you’ve been over. Minimal decorations, clothes and books strewn across the room laying wherever he let them fall.

Except during those past experiences, you’ve woken up feeling great, refreshed and better than ever and right now, you just feel like absolute shit. The churning in your stomach has you out of the bed and in the bathroom in record time, so you can add dizziness to your list of symptoms.

It’s the kind of morning where you throw up three or four times before you’re ready to even consider brushing your teeth, but you eventually get there. While doing so, you notice you’re in one of Satoru’s silky button ups.

“Why am I here?” You groan, walking into Satoru’s kitchen, rubbing your eyes with the sleeve of his shirt. He’s pulling takeout from a bag, setting each container out on the marble counter, the smell making your stomach churn again.

“You look good in my clothes, babe,” he grins, looking at you with tired eyes, “you were pretty drunk, thought it was better for you to stay so I could keep an eye on you.”

“I– did we…?” You close your eyes, taking a deep breath, trying to settle your stomach. There’s not a lot you remember about last night. Last thing you do remember is getting upset with Satoru and talking Nanami into taking several shots with you, only to learn the hard way he can drink you under the table.

“Nope.”

He slides you a plate of food before taking a seat at the stool next to you, his own breakfast in front of him. The nausea doesn’t dissipate with the food so close, so you push it away, folding your arms on the counter and resting your head on them.

“What happened last night?”

Satoru chuckles, taking a bite of his pancakes, “you drank enough to drown a horse. It was impressive to watch, really. You tried draining Shoko, so I brought you back here.”

You look at him confused before bits and pieces of last night come back to you, mainly the memory of walking into the wrong room and the tiny beds that occupy that space.

“You have kids?” You ask quietly, watching his reaction.

“Yeah.” He answers easily before sighing, clearly hoping you wouldn’t remember that part.

“This is too much. You’re too much.”

“It wasn’t a big deal last night, why is it a big deal now?” He questions.

“If it wasn’t a big deal, then why didn’t you just tell me? I thought your clan valued kids, no matter the circumstance, hiding them is just as bad as what you accused the other clans of last night.”

“That’s the stupidest argument to make, you know? Megumi has a cursed technique that rivals my own, and I-”

“I don’t know how you expect me to know any of this without you telling me.”

Suguru was right, you really don’t know anything about Satoru. You let him in, let him become someone you care about, and suddenly the weight of your own decisions are hitting you like a ton of bricks.

Trying to ignore and push past what Suguru told you, still not entirely sure that what he said is the whole truth, but clearly Satoru isn’t forthcoming with information about his life. So why couldn’t what Suguru said be true?

“Oh, come on,” he says as you’re putting on your shoes, already having gotten changed back into last night's dress, gently grabbing your arm “you’re mad because I didn’t tell you I have kids, that’s a pretty big thing to drop on someone, don’t you think?”

“I’m mad for so much more than just that, Satoru. I’m mad because I don’t get to have normal relationships and every time an opportunity has presented itself for me to try, you’ve put yourself between me and them because you haven’t taken the time to understand what it’s like to be me. And yes, I’m mad that I’ve let you into every aspect of my life, but I don’t get to know the basics of yours.”

Maybe Utahime is right, you shouldn’t let yourself be tethered to him any longer.

“So, as for this,” you point between the two of you, “this is over. I just can’t anymore.”

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Appearance Match-Up For @rengokuspinkytoe

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Quick A/N: Hi hi there, I just wanted to quickly say I’m super super sorry this took me so long to post! I intended to get a lot of my upcoming posts out so much earlier, but this summer quickly got super chaotic and I found myself in a bit of a burn-out, which I’m only just now coming out of. Again I’m so so sorry for the wait, I hope you still enjoy your match-ups! :D

For your JJK appearance match-up, I’d match you with…

Suguru Geto! :)

I think Suguru would find your eyes beautiful, and your glasses too! He thinks they frame your face very nicely and loves how they highlight your eyes, as they’re his absolute favorite feature of yours - and you often catch him just staring into your eyes :>

For your AOT appearance match-up, I’d match you with…

Eren Jaeger! :)

Eren would be absolutely infatuated with your style, he loves the cozy vibes and the aesthetic you’ve created for yourself and he just thinks you look so good all of the time

For your Demon Slayer appearance match-up, I’d match you with…

Tomioka Giyuu!

Okay I just know Giyuu would find your hair so so stunning. He thinks the bangs fit your face so well, and he loves the deep color. He just finds it so beautiful and he can't really explain it in words, so when he’s feeling extra affectionate, you’ll catch him twirling it around his fingers and playing with your hair with his hands :]

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Nothing but the Best

Author’s notes: hello, and thank you so much for all your reblogs, likes and comments. I absolutely adore reading all your reviews. Thank you for taking a minute to comment. It motivates me to write and have a better understanding of how you see the characters and story development. Please know the tag lists are still open! Let me know if you would like to be added!

XI.

Suguru woke up around 6am. He figured you would be already out for your morning run and coming back soon for a shower and breakfast.

After making his bed and taking a shower himself, Suguru put on a pair of grey sweat pants and a black fitted t-shirt. His sleeve of tattoos partially exposed, his right arm covered in carefully designed Chinese, Japanese symbols, Nordic runes and dragons. Aside from the pleasant although chaotic aesthetic, the art work etched on his skin served as a form of seal or an amulet. Something to keep the darkness within in check.

He decided something simple was in order, knowing you, there wasn’t much that he could get away with making and expecting you to eat with your rigorous diet requirements. Scrambled egg whites with some parsley, cherry tomatoes, salt and pepper. For a drink he prepared a blend of that green juice you liked: with green apples, pineapple and celery.

The raven haired sorcerer set everything on the table and looked at his phone. I was 6:45am. You were already late. You usually were back home by 6:30am. Maybe you went out later and decided to extend your run. It was your free day after all.

Although… you usually made sure Suguru knew so he wouldn’t worry.

Grabbing his phone he texted you

***From: Sugu

To: Kitten 🐱

Breakfast is ready!***

Immediately he heard your phone go off in your room. Now, that was weird. You always took your phone with you to listen to music while working out. Did you perhaps sleep in?

Knocking at your door Suguru called “hey doll face! Are you awake?” No answer came back from the inside. He could not hear the shower running either. “Hey! I’m coming in” he announced but when he opened the door he found your room empty, your bed was still made and cold. Your phone on the night stand along with your apartment keys.

Fear coursed through his veins when he tried to check for your energy trail and found it long gone. You have been gone since last night.

“Fuck!” One didn’t need to be a genius to know Satoru had something to do with your disappearance.

Putting on his shoes he ran out the door. He had to find you before something bad happened. Gojo had not been in a good state of mind back in Japan, he didn’t even want to imagine what was going on in his head now that he had you so close. So stupid! Suguru should have kept a close eye on you instead of trusting that just because you were in the same apartment you would be safe from Satoru.

-

Your mouth was dry, your body overheated and sore. The sun hitting your face made you groan softly, you tried to turn around and continue sleeping but you couldn’t. Your body was trapped by heavy and strong limbs wrapped around you.

One pale and strong arm around your waist, the other supporting your head. Legs intertwined with Satoru’s. The platinum haired man laid behind you spooning you. He had you on a death grip.

Panic.

Last night came rushing altogether, with the frenzied memories of the passionate sexual encounter you and Satoru shared. And of course that had not been it, in the middle of the night he woke you up with tender kisses on your thighs and his head between your legs, setting aflame your senses over and over again; he wanted to have you once more. Second round lead to third and soon the sun was rising by the time your sweaty and exhausted bodies curled together to fall asleep in each other’s arms.

You moved as softly as possible, trying not to wake up the sleeping sorcerer who snored slightly on your ear. Removing his arm from your middle section was first, then you proceeded to try and detangle your legs from his.He groaned and you stopped moving, looking behind you Satoru merely adjusted in his sleep and continued snoring lightly, allowing you enough time to leave the bed. Your clothes laid destroyed and scattered all over the floor.

Swallowing thickly you decided to grab a pair of sweatpants and a long sleeved shirt out of Satoru’s closet. You had to get out of there. NOW!

Barefooted you left the suite and walked down the main hall hurriedly receiving weird stares from the people you crossed on your way out. Taking the elevator down your hands trembled. ‘Come on! Come on! Faster!’ mentally hurrying the elevator until you reached the lobby. As soon as that door opened you sprinted towards the main entrance where the hotel taxis lined up. You got in one and gave him your address.

The drive wasn’t long, when you made it home you told the cab to charge the ride to Gojo Satoru’s room. You didn’t have anything on you to pay. The kind looking old cab driver agreed and left.

You were about to walk in when Suguru came rushing out with a frantic look in his eyes. The moment he saw you his stomach tightened, you were dressed in Satoru’s clothes, barefooted, with your h/c hair disheveled and all the marks that covered your neck, visible through the collar of the shirt you wore. Your e/c eyes looked at him, rimmed with tears when you ran into his arms. Geto held you tightly for a moment giving you the solace you needed.

“Come on y/n… let’s go inside” he whispered on your ear guiding you back into the building and towards the elevator.

As soon as you made it up to your apartment you broke down. Suguru had to pick you up and take you to the couch where he held you in his arms

“What happened Y/N?” He asked dreading the answer. Had Satoru forced himself on you? He didn’t even want to think about it. If his best friend had done that… Suguru would find a way to kill him.

You shook your head and tried to calm down enough to speak but that didn’t happen for the longest time.

Finally when it seemed you cried a river you avoided Suguru’s eyes, looking down you said “I… fucked up… “ it was a small whisper “I slept with him” you admitted “he showed up here last night and warped us back to his hotel and then… everything got out of control” you avoided saying that Satoru had tried to force himself on you at the beginning. You didn’t want to make things worse than they already were.

“I’m sorry…” you mumbled before you broke in tears once more. Suguru and you were not in a relationship but a part of you felt you had betrayed the possibility of a future with him last night.

Suguru swallowed hard, he had no right to demand anything from you, it wasn’t your fault you were in love with Satoru and not with him. He still chose to remain by your side because he didn’t have the heart to leave you alone when you needed him the most.

-

Crystalline blue eyes opened, he stared at the ceiling of his hotel room before a hand searched the spot on the bed next to him. It was cold and empty. He sat up like a spring, you were gone “Y/N!…” he yelled but you were not there anymore “fuck!” When did you leave? You didn’t even give him the chance to explain, to talk to you about what he felt and what he was willing to do to get you back. He didn’t want you to think last night had been a one time thing nor an ‘exes fling’.

It seemed he couldn’t do anything right. Last night had been… magical for a lack of a better word. He felt your love in your kisses, your tender and passionate touch, in your arms he felt redeemed, when you allowed him to have you Satoru thought…. he hoped to be on the way to get you back. Despite his mistakes and his guilt you welcomed him inside you once more and gave him everything.

He didn’t want all those hours of love making and love promises to mean nothing. He had to talk to you and he had to be ready to accept whatever it is you were going to say.

Grabbing the shreds of your clothing from the floor he inhaled deeply finding your lingering scent on them. Once more, the fact he almost forced you stabbed his chest with a piercing pang of guilt. Last night had been fueled by his jealousy. But when he realized what he was doing he changed his behavior and instead chose to show you how much he loved you, how much he needed you in his life.

Something in him was changing. Last night he opened his eyes to the monstrosity he was capable of committing. It wasn’t right to do this to you. He was inadvertently destroying the shards of your relationship.

A revelation washed over him like a bucket of cold water

He had to be willing to lose you if he wanted a chance to get you back. It had to be your choice. He couldn’t rob you of your autonomy just because he was going to lose his shit if you chose to leave him for good.

It took a few hours of getting ready mentally and preparing himself for what he was going to say to you. He wanted to talk to you and explain that what happened last night meant everything to him, he wanted to open his heart and lay it at your feet. He was afraid of what he was going to encounter. Will you reject him and tell him it was a mistake? Will you still push to go through with the divorce?…. Will you give him a chance to prove to you he was truly remorseful and willing to make changes to get you back?

He warped outside of the door of your apartment and rang the bell.

-

Suguru opened the door to see Satoru standing on the other side. His anger and frustration got the best out of him so he threw a punch that incredibly connected with Satoru’s cheek. The white haired sorcerer tumbled backwards but didn’t fall on the floor. He chose not to use his infinity on purpose, he owed that one to Suguru.

“What do you want now Satoru?” Asked his best friend while standing in front of the door, his frame blocking the access.

“Can I… talk to her?” Gojo asked in a tame tone, he didn’t come here to make demands, he wanted to fix things once and for all.

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“I’ll talk to him Sugu” Your voice came from behind. Geto turned around to look into your eyes, doubt plagued his expression. He wasn’t certain it was the best thing right now. But before he could protest you continued “I’ll be alright… I have to do this…” squeezing his arm trying to comfort him Suguru sighed and nodded “I’ll be in my room if you need me” shooting Satoru a last warning glance he left walking down the hall.

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See you've been changing, baby

In good ways and bad ways

Can't say what I say, it's far too late

And I think you made me, baby

Made me too nervous

Crying and this hurt and I gotta tell you why

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“Come in…” Satoru followed you into your living room “y/n… I… I am sorry…. “ you were about to interrupt him but he lifted one hand asking you to wait “please let me say this..” agreeing you let him continue.

“I am sorry for all the pain I put you through, it was selfish and stupid. I never loved Sookie, it was always you. The only woman in my heart. And I know this sounds like a stupid excuse but it’s the truth. “ taking a deep breath he steeled himself for the next part. You were going to hate him but he had to come clean

“I was an idiot… I thought, before Sookie… I thought that maybe I was not really in love with you…. That… if I met someone else I wouldn’t feel this need… this terrifying addiction I feel for you… I was wrong. Everything intensified tenfold, I realized I love you more than anything in the world… more than myself. I wanted to fix everything but… it was too late because the damage had been done” swallowing hard Gojo continued “I failed you… as a husband, I know it has no forgiveness and yet… I cannot even start to think of a life without you in it. My days are miserable without you. I can’t sleep, I can’t think, I can’t function like a fucking normal person without you Y/N.

It hurt so much to hear his words. It made you feel like all the promises, all the love confessions he made before convincing you to marry him were lies. Why did he ask you to marry him in the first place if he wasn’t sure he loved you? What kind of sick game were you to him?!. You had to make a conscious effort to not sob. Biting your lower lip, forcing the tears to remain contained.

Almost as if he was listening to your thoughts Satoru continued “I fell in love with you the first moment I saw you Y/N. When I held you in my arms that night outside of the ballet studio in Tokyo, when I pulled you away from that car… I loved you. I just…. Was too stupid and too selfish to admit that to myself” he took a step closer and held one of your hands “I’m sorry it took so long for me to realize you were… you are all I need. Please Y/N, please forgive me. I can’t live like this anymore. The guilt and despair are consuming me alive” he said in a broken whisper. “last night meant the world to me… baby, I love you so much…” continued looking into your eyes with his azure orbs while he held your hand.

This was too much to handle…

It was one thing to think Satoru fell out of love and that’s why he found someone else. But it was another completely different to hear he had not even been sure of his feelings for you in the first place.

Pulling your hand away you couldn’t control the tears that escaped your eyes, like translucent cascades, pouring the pain you felt “leave….” You whispered looking at the floor.

“Y/N…. Please don-…”

You cut him “LEAVE!” A firm yell came out; half broken, half desperate. “You… you lied to me! All these years! Y… you lied to me! “ the statement was like a dagger straight to his heart. Spoken in a painful tone. He wanted to explain further but you cut him “I heard what you had to say now let me be…” the glacial tone in your voice froze the blood in Satoru’s veins. Your eyes hardened inclemently as you regarded this man who you once thought was the beginning and end of your life. You really couldn’t see the man you fell in love with in him. Not anymore.

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Said I can do this all night, baby

Said I was actin' out of line, maybe

Can't put my trauma to the side

When you told me I was lyin'

Had me feelin' like I died, baby

I seen a grown man cry, baby

Just see you do it, ain't special, no

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“Y/N..” absolute terror transfixed Gojo’s handsome features. Tears of despair running down his handsome pale face. Your aura was so cold and distant. He had never seen you like this before. “Please Y/N… I-…”

“I said… leave! And don’t come back. I am done with you. Good bye Satoru…” you turned around and walked away, disappearing behind the door of your room.

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And I know it might mess you up

Hatin' me ain't gon' get you love

Ain't nobody gon' set you up

I ain't even gon' sweat you, love

And we'll never be friends like this

God couldn't forgive like this

Way I really went in like this

Thank God I ain't been like this

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Suguru heard the loud exchange and came out. He couldn’t help but feel conflicted about his best friend. On one hand he was mad at him and wanted to kick him out himself, but seeing his desolate face as he stared at the closed door of your room made him feel bad for him. ‘You dug yourself in this hole my friend’ was all he could think “I think it’s best if you leave now Satoru..”

Gojo’s eyes were stuck on the door behind which you disappeared, his lower lip trembled, his hands shaking with anxiety, his heart contracting painfully in his chest, suffocating him. He needed.. he needed you but… you didn’t want him there. He wanted to say fuck it and steal you once more but he couldn’t solve things that way. No, you deserved more… better.

Without another word he warped away.

————-> Chapter 12

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Now It's an Entire Swap

Characters: Niragi Suguru, Chishiya Shuntaro, Kuina Hikari, Mira Kano (Briefly), Hatter, Morizono Aguni

Genre: Crack. Somehow even worse (better?) than the last one. They're really going for it now.

1.4k words

AKA Part 2 of Hair Day. It's just gotten way more weirder than ever, and it was just on my mind the entire time. Just.... ' How far would these two get?'

Well apparently it meant stealing each other's clothes and being them for a day. There were probably a whole lot more interactions I could have done for the day, but alas.

Niragi watches as Chishiya approaches him, carrying a bag in his left hand. Since two days ago, Niragi’s been keeping an eye on the man as Chishiya went around with his old hairstyle, his own still delightfully bleached blond and kept in the same style as Chishiya’s usual hair. People still did double takes upon seeing him, and maybe it held true for Chishiya as well, but Niragi didn’t care what anyone thought of the sudden change. All he cared about was making sure Chishiya didn’t go ahead and re-dye his hair so soon, keeping a careful eye on him.

Sure, it was a little stalkerish, but it was for a good reason.

Chishiya dumps the bag at Niragi’s feet, Niragi looking down to look at the small opening the bag allowed. “ What’s this?”

“ Well if you’re going to steal my hair, I might as well steal your life for a day.” Chishiya briefly explains, and he walks away without any further explanation, Niragi raising an eyebrow. He kneels down and opens the opaque bag some more, his lips curling at the white mass chilling inside.

“ Is this a joke…?” Niragi reaches in and pulls out the outfit, recognizing it as Chishiya’s favourite jacket, or at the very least copy of it, as well as swimming shorts that matched Chishiya’s. Niragi looks back towards where Chishiya had disappeared towards, and scoffs. “ So be it then.”

He puts the clothes back inside the bag and stands up, taking it and heading back up to his room. He starts stripping once he gets inside, unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it aside. Next came his shoes and pants, and he pulls out the two articles of clothing back out of the bag. There were sandals included inside, Niragi leaving those for last as he slips on the shorts. They were somehow a perfect fit on him, not at all as small as Niragi was expecting them to be. “ So the mayo man got me accurately fitting clothing, hm?” Niragi pulls on the jacket and quickly retracts his earlier statement, staring at his exposed wrist. Curse him for not bothering to get a proper jacket for him.

Still, Niragi wasn’t about to back down from the supposed life swap challenge, slipping on the other sleeve and zipping it up. It definitely was just some spare jacket, the bottom barely meeting with the shorts with his arms extending outwards. Niragi drops his arms and tugs the jacket down as far as he could before moving to the sandals and sliding them on. They were also about the correct size, if not just slightly smaller but still manageable. Humming, Niragi walks around to make sure, catching sight of his rifle.

“ Well…. as much as I’d like to….” Niragi sighs, and tucks the thing into his bed. “ If Chishiya wants whatever this weird role-play shit, then he’s gonna get it.”

Niragi spots Chishiya by the militants a few minutes later, a few loudly questioning and gesturing to Chishiya. Or, from the back, a much smaller him. Niragi couldn’t help but snort at the obvious sheer size of his shirt on Chishiya’s much smaller frame, or the fact that Chishiya was toting around a massive super soaker instead of the real deal, as if he was still semi-aware that he could be killed despite taking on Niragi’s aesthetics.

Niragi didn’t think this was much of a punishment for his hair thievery in the slightest, sauntering away. Just his face still kept people from coming too close, and the talk about him was near pleasurable for him. His reputation continues to precede him at least.

“ Hey! You, slow down, geez-“ A female voice catches Niragi’s attention, and he turns his head to see that lady Chishiya was occasionally by every so often, although Niragi didn’t bother with her too much, down to her name. She catches up to him, her eyes quickly scanning him before she lets out a sigh. “ I really can’t believe you agreed.”

“ Yeah? What’s it to you, huh?”

The lady folds her arms, letting out a sigh and chews on the stick hanging out of her mouth for a bit. Niragi was about to turn and leave her there when her hand reaches out and grabs him by the shoulder, Niragi whipping around and slapping the hand off. She recoils, but otherwise was unperturbed, looking at him with a hint of displeasure. “ Okay listen. Chishiya told me that since you stole his hair he was going to….. apparently take over a day of just being you, saying that…” She pauses. “ Well, that’s not important right now. What is important is to ’sell’ this, is that I have to follow you.”

Niragi blinks, raising his eyebrow and unconsciously flicking his tongue across his lips, leaning onto one leg. “ Why, does the toilet bowl not trust me?”

“ I wouldn’t trust you with a barrel of green tea left in your care, so you can figure out what Chishiya’s opinion is. Look, we can do this peacefully, no violence required, okay?” She extends a hand as if it were a peace offering, Niragi staring down at the hand.

“ Yeah, uh….. no. I do what I want, cinnamon stick.” He turns and walks away, said cinnamon stick’s footsteps coming up behind him.

“ Rude, but I really can’t expect anything else from you, wig snatcher.”

Niragi ignores her, although he didn’t bother to push her away today either. She was at least mindful of their positions, and kept her distance as she should.

It wasn’t long until she invited him to at least watch a movie with her, Niragi agreeing since he was technically absolved from doing his patrols for the day.

( Niragi wasn’t allowed to in any way touch her, and the one time he tried he got his toes crushed by her foot, so he had to behave the rest of the movie. Not worth it, in his opinion.)

Even at the meeting nobody really mentioned the sudden switch, although Niragi swore he thought he saw Mira’s smile become a little wider, and her eyes glitter in interest at the two. Hatter had to do a double take at the two, before sidetracking into what they were up to this time. Chishiya, surprisingly enough, just sticks his tongue out at Hatter like Niragi would’ve done, and Niragi had to suppress a laugh when he caught a glimpse of a stain on Chishiya’s tongue.

“ Oh my fucking goodness, did you seriously eat a fruit roll-up with those tongue tattoos before this?!” Niragi howls, bursting into uncontrolled laughter. Chishiya slips his tongue back in and just smirks. Aguni shakes his head slowly, pinching the bridge of his nose, Hatter just watching and waiting with amusement.

It takes a while before Niragi finally reins in his laugh, and that was only because one of Hatter’s pretty boy kimono men handed him water to calm the fuck down. Hatter grins, clapping his hands together.

“ Well, either way, this is an absolute rollercoaster that we’re all seeing today, aren’t we. One day I’m greeted with a hair swap, and the next you two are becoming each other! Aren’t you just… two peas in a pod?”

“ Tch, no. I’d rather burn.”

Chishiya glances at Niragi for a second, his lips curling ever so slightly in disgust. “ Not to be rude, but I decline that as well. I’d rather be shot instead. This is merely payback.”

“… How though.” Aguni questions. Chishiya turns his attention to the man, and leans back casually.

“ Because it leaves him practically defenceless in order to be me. Me, on the other hand….” Chishiya gestures to the super soaker lain on the table. “ Have temporary access. Even if this is merely a substitute.”

“ I will strangle you in your sleep anyways, you naked chicken nugget.”

Chishiya doesn’t react to the threat, Niragi glaring at him. Hatter looks between the two of them, then smacks his hand against the table a few times to get the meeting back to focus on him.

“ Like I said last time, grab a martini or something you two. Now, as much as I love a good drama and an enemies to lovers trope, we have to get back to real matters-“

Niragi huffs, leaning back slightly as Hatter starts his usual spiel. His glances couldn’t help but look towards Chishiya every so often, just glaring him down. Occasionally he’d lock eyes with him, Niragi smirking and miming random ways that Niragi could murder him with his bare hands.

If anyone else was watching their little act, they certainly didn’t bring it up. At the very least it kept Niragi occupied long enough.

The moment it was done, Hatter simply watches the two leave the meeting with a little more haste than he’s ever seen, and he leans towards Aguni. “ Think they’re gonna fuck it out with a nice martini?”

“…. Beats me.”

[bestiesenpai]

I have a thot

You know twitch streamer geto suguru but have you heard of toxic YouTuber Ryomen Sukuna😂

He mainly posts workout videos and his channel and comments section is like STRICT hetero men and pick me bitches all hyping up his workouts and the man is seriously fit, he posts little training videos that always somehow manage to get like millions of views mostly because besides being fit he's also hot.

How is he toxic you might ask well he’s a straight man so that’s all the answer you need lol he’s like Gaston from beauty and the beast he doesn’t eat breakfast but he does eat raw eggs like a weirdo. He also just FLAMES anyone that’s not already at his level and he just has no respect for anyone😂

And sometimes he plays games and makes vids on that and he’s always shirtless with a headset on and raging fucking hard. He’s not a good gamer like Geto is, he sucks at games and the only games he gets good at are like COD or GTA but not the story mode just killing random people.

And sometimes he gets recommended other gaming videos and he’ll watch them but most of the time he’s like ‘games are lame fuck that’ until a pretty in pink aesthetic youtuber comes on his recommended list and he’s a shallow man, he clicks because you’re pretty. And you’re not even playing a game he’s interested in but he watches because he’s slowly getting a crush on you and soon he’s subbed to your channel and following you on all socials

And then his and your followers see that he’s following you and they beg for a collab, and at first you’re hesitant because he’s a toxic man😂 like sweetie...what?? But with enough thousands of comments you eventually message him asking if he would like to collab on something, it doesn’t have to be a video game it can be something he likes. He posts cooking videos sometimes, why not that?

And mister Ryomen Sukuna, in all his glory, is quite nervous. He accepts the offer and suggests a studio kitchen you two can use(because he films in his house for his cooking videos but he doesn’t want you to see where he lives with his lack of furniture and not a single fucking rug anywhere on the ground).

When the day comes, you’re there and of course you’re even prettier in person. Of course you are. Sukuna can’t believe his luck! You start out the video all bubbly in your intro and Sukuna is there like a dumb fuck rock saying boring ‘hi’ ‘im sukuna’ ‘yeah I work out ha ha’

You’re carrying the video lol and he’s so awkward he burns whatever the two of you are cooking and he’s cracking hella self deprecating jokes(so unlike him usually he’s making fun of others) and he can’t even look you in the eye most of the time. You think he hates you, but at the end when you’re filming the outro he slings an arm around your shoulder and tells everyone in that shithead confident voice of his that he loved the video and that he can’t wait to make another collab and post it on his channel(he’s not worried about losing followers over something like collabing with a pink aesthetic youtuber, you just suggested having the first vid on your channel)

And he genuinely thanks you at the end of your time together and even pays for your uber home and gets your number(although he’s too nervous to text you). And life goes on, he posts more videos while you edit the collab and the moment it goes live he’s watching the comments like a hawk and all of them are saying how cute it is that sukuna is so nervous around you and that everyone can see the blush on his cheeks when you smile at him and they aren’t talking about wanting to check out his videos or how hot he is no they’re fucking going on and on about how cute his reactions are and how they wish they could be in the same spot as him and be with you.

He can’t refute the comments either because it’s fucking true and all his subs are like ‘gross never (insert incel joke here)’ and for once sukuna goes and deletes those comments because rude! You are not going to diss his boo that doesn’t know they’re his boo because they barely know him but damnit they go together!

He’s more prepared for the next video, a gaming video on his channel. He’s picked the game, it’s some shooter game, and you’re both at home filming yourselves and having a video call so you can talk to each other and it’s so cute, so wholesome the way Sukuna carries you for the game because it’s one of those scary horror shooters with zombies and he doesn’t want you to get overwhelmed <3 what a sweet not boyfriend <3

And just like last time he deletes any comments talking bad about you and before you know it the video goes viral because he forgot to edit out all the parts where he complimented you on your playing skills and gave you words of encouragement when you were failing.

And now he suddenly has a ship name with you, there’s Kpop fancam style edits of you and him together and there’s even a petition for you two to film a vlog together out in the ✨real world✨. And he would love to do it all, he really would. But he just has to text you first about a topic that’s not YouTube.

hi if you made it this far lol you loser(im also a loser cuz I wrote this don’t worry we’re losers together) why’d you read all of this? n00b!

[mortedeveles]

Hola hola! Im here for the event 💪🏼

Type: Biography 🤷🏻

Anime: Haikyuu 💪🏼

Im around 5’0 5’1ish, dark brown hair that reaches my shoulders and like a grown out wolf cut, dark brown almond shaped eyes, i have a straight nose with a slight nose bump, freckles, glasses, and i am mexican 👍, ivoryish skin tone. Fashion i wear pretty much anything but it’s usually baggy jeans and like a shirt and sweater, docs or converse. Dating preference: any gender

Personality

•i have a kind of mean sense of humor

•i can be really shy but then all of a sudden im all over the place

•im a lot. Cats over dogs any day 🙌🏼. Muchas graciassss! Que tengas un buen dia/noche :3

HEYY!! I'm so glad to see a fellow Mexican!! here's your biography, sorry for the delay and hope you enjoy!!

your life in....haikyuu!!

your s/o: kei tsukishima! i had a hard time choosing your s/o LOL i couldn't decide, but i think tsukishima would be a good fit! i was going to go with kuroo, but i recently matched another person with him so i didn't want it to feel repetitive. anyway, aesthetic wise; y'all would be the hottest couple ever. 10/10. i feel like you both could manage each other with your snarky humor, but both of you know your boundaries so no one ends up hurt, and it's just playful banter. tsukishima isn't exactly outgoing, but when you're feeling more shy or introverted he'll definitely step up and talk if you're feeling nervous or just drained. cats over dogs makes me think you like being in more relaxed, quiet and chill environments, which tsukishima would definitely agree with. y'all would go on so many library and coffee dates 😩 and at a cat cafe at least once!

other suitable options: kiyoko shimizu, kuroo tetsuro or daishou suguru!

your ex + what terms are you on: i feel like doing angst HUEHUE so we're going with yachi hitoka!! she was your first love, your first kiss; almost your first everything, and you were her first everything as well. loving her was like a rollercoaster of emotions, always with warm cheeks and nervous smiles. but unfortunately, you two weren't mean to be. it might've been the timing, the place or all the things that were happening at once, but you two ended up breaking up- she broke up with you. yachi said she was stressed, exhausted and needed some time for herself. it hurt like a bitch, but you understood. while you two ended on "good terms", it took you a while to get over her. sometimes you'd pass by her in the hallways and she'd smile at you, but just looking at her made your heart ache. but eventually, you're able to get over her; and later on, you start dating tsukishima. when she becomes the manager of the volleyball team, things get a bit awkward but nothing too major. and while you're off with tsukishima (or whoever you choose!) yachi doesn't like the way her stomach twists at the sight of you with someone else. it takes her a while to realize it, but she's still in love with you; and you aren't. you're not hers anymore, and it hurts. so instead, she's resigned to watch you fall in love with someone else while she wonders if she'll be able to make you hers in another life. maybe, if the timing was better, you would still be in her arms.

your best friend(s): yamaguchi tadashi! i went with him based on tsukishima being your s/o. they're both practically bound at the hip, so if you date tsukishima you're naturally going to hang out with yaamguchi a lot. surprisingly, he's a very good wingman and even helps you ask out tsukishima hehe 😌😌

other suitable options: if you're not interested in dating tsukishima, here's some other options of who would be your bff instead- futakuchi kenji, matsukawa issei or sugawara koshi!

what school you're in: this is a bit tricky. but i'm going with Karasuno! Mostly based on my previous answers, it would only make sense for you to go to Karasuno.

other suitable options: nekoma, date tech or nohebi academy!

random fact about your life: when you were still dating yachi, you two went to a park once and had a picnic. it was the sweetest thing ever, a red plaid blanket spread over the soft grass and a basket that held a dozen of carefully prepared meals; made by yachi just for you! while the two of you ate, you slowly became aware of the numerous amount of squirrels that began to surround you two. confused, you told yachi about this. you two barely had time to pick yourself up and race off as a group of squirrels raced towards your basket, diving straight towards the basket of food. the two of you laughed it off, but secretly you've grown a fear of squirrels LMFAO

i hope you enjoyed your biography! thanks for requesting <3

[sunshinetoshi]

Hi hi! I already requested a photobooth match up but your event is so cute and fun I just had to come back for more. Can I have an aesthetic matchup?

My most loved aesthetic is a weird mix of cottage core and royal core!

What I associate most with this aesthetic is wandering through the castle garden in a pretty dress while thinking of my forbidden lover

A quote I associate with this aesthetic and my soul would probably be “and continually, continually let love in and let love stay”

Here’s some photos! Thank you!!

welcome to THE HOME DECOR STORE

let’s find something - or someone - who fits your style

you have been matched with.. KITA SHINSUKE

other contenders.. OIKAWA TOORU + DAISHOU SUGURU

a note from the manager: WAIT THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVORITES TOO!! like i just want to wear a pretty dress and run through a meadow w the love of my life before we return to the estate heheh (also stairs plus flowy dresses is the dream omg). the quote!! it’s beautiful (and makes you think deeply wow). kita + oikawa were so hard to choose between for this one lol!! but the touch of cottage core swayed me heheh. tysm for sending this in bb 💓💓

EVENT CLOSED <33

[shxtodxroki]

Match-Up Exchange

These are some match-ups done for @frostfall-matches as part of a match-up exchange we agreed to! Thank you again for agreeing to this exchange with me, I absolutely loved the match-ups you did for me so I hope you will enjoy these in return :D Please let me know what you think if you get a chance, you were so kind throughout this whole exchange and feel free to hop back over to my blog with any requests you may have or if you just wanna chat in the future :] Also apologies for any typos or spelling mistakes in this as it hasn't been proofread!

For Jujutsu Kaisen, I’d Match You With:

Suguru Geto! :)

Reasoning:

This is the fastest I’ve ever made my mind up on a match for a match-up honestly before I even finished reading your ask I got the vibe that you and Suguru would fit perfectly together, reading your description of yourself you just seemed like the kind of person he’d admire and absolutely adore. And when I read further and saw your description of your type and the kind of partner you want/things you don’t want in a partner, that just cemented my decision and I knew Suguru would be perfect for you because he just meets all of those qualities to a t in my mind <3

Headcanons About Your Relationship:

- Starting off, Suguru’s definitely the one to approach you first, and he doesn’t mind being persistent and moving the relationship at your pace, from a developing friendship into a romantic relationship. He thinks you’re stunning which is why he approaches you in the first place, and though you’re not quick to open up, something just… draws him to you. He feels a connection, and can already see that the two of you are quite similar in several ways, so he continues to seek you out and pursue you (without being too pushy or crossing boundaries, of course) as your relationship develops and you grow more comfortable around him over time. He’s patient, and willing to wait until you feel the same commection with him that he does to you before making any major moves

- As mentioned above, Suguru would think you’re absolutely stunning. As someone with a few piercings himself (and he often thinks about potentially getting more at some point) he adores all of your piercings, and he’s particularly partial to the navel piercing when he gets the chance to see it as he loves how it looks on you and is considering one for himself as well :) He also loves how much you change your hair, there’s never been a single cut or color that he thought didn’t look amazing on you, he loves them all and really enjoys if you’ll let him help you in some way when you dye it fun colors when you do it at home :> He’s very skilled at dyeing hair so you’re in good hands, I promise! 

- I feel like he’d also really enjoy your more creative hobbies. He loves watching you drawing or painting, and he often asks you questions when he notices differences in how you use each of the mediums. He also loves your passion for DIYing and home decor, as he’s a very aesthetic person and loves being able to live in a beautiful, personalized house with his favorite person. He’s definitely especially partial to your writing, though. He’s very interested in all types of literature, and though he knows you can be closed off and take a while to open up (and this, may not be open to sharing your writing with him, at least for a while) he would absolutely love to read your writing someday if you ever feel open to sharing. And if you do, he gives you such thoughtful commentary and praise on the writing you do share, he really takes his time reading through every word and taking it all in as he really values you trusting him with your writing and creativity like this

- The fact that you don’t particularly like cooking doesn’t bother him at all, as he’s more than happy to take on the lion’s share of the cooking in your relationship if/when you two end up spending most of your time together or moving in together. Suguru, in my opinion at least, would definitely be quite a good cook, and he loves making food from different regions or cultures and hearing your thoughts on his recipes. He also keeps track of favorite recipes of yours, and brings them out if you ever decide to confide in him that you’re having a hard time (as he knows you don’t typically like being vulnerable in that way), or if you have an anniversary or holiday celebration coming up. And in return, he’s happy to enjoy the fruits of your labor whenever you bake, he really enjoys getting to have a sweet treat from you after a nice meal from him

- Though he may seem calm and composed on the outside, I feel like he’d really enjoy participating in some of your more thrill-seeking activities with you every now and then. He starts off with mild activities, like asking if he can join you on a somewhat similar hike, but eventually advances into other, more serious risk-taking activities with you. Though he is typically a more careful and cautious person, sometimes he gets overwhelmed if life feels too monotonous or organized for him, and that boost of adrenaline is something he enjoys joining you in from time to time even if he doesn’t go with you on every single adventure of yours

- I think skin-care and hair-care are interests of yours that Suguru would definitely enjoy trying with you. He enjoys taking care of himself and his appearance (he knows he’s a very pretty man), and he also enjoys getting to stay up late into the night and enjoy this time where things feel most relaxed and peaceful with you. He would be more than willing to purchase expensive products, those fluffy hairbands to hold back your hair, fancy face and/or hair masks, etc. for both of you, he enjoys going all out when you two have self-care evenings. It’s especially a favorite occasion of his when he finds himself starting to struggle and spiral mentally, as it helps ground him and make him feel connected with you once more. And he especially loves it if you play with and/or comb through his hair, it melts away all his stress instantly and just feels like pure heaven to him <3

- Sometimes, when you’re open to it, I think he’d really enjoy studying with you, as he finds both of your majors and minors absolutely fascinating. He’d pick up a delicious pastry for each of you and two cups of chai on his way over to your house, and just quietly watch and absorb what he can while you study. Psychology and medieval history both particularly draw him in, and while he usually lets you study independently and does his best not to interrupt you as he observes and learns the information alongside you, he’s more than happy to help you study by quizzing you or using flashcards or however else you’d like him to help if you ask for his assistance. It even occasionally leads to impromptu philosophical discussions when one or both of you gets particularly enthralled in one of the topics you’re studying and you have some time to spare

- Suguru’s also definitely not someone who’s overly jealous or possessive, so I believe the two of you would work well in that way. The way you two are able to banter with one another and the way that he feels secure both in himself thanks to his self-sufficiency and in your relationship makes it so that he feels no need to be jealous. He knows you, he knows you’re loyal to him, and he knows that you don’t often open up to people and that he’s one of the people who you’ve opened up to the most. So because of this I don’t think he’d really ever get jealous or possessive, he trusts you and fully respects your autonomy and ability to make your own choices.

- Suguru is absolutely a cat person, I think you both would be fully in agreement on that. You’re both similar to cats in many ways, and I think that once both of you were ready to move in with each other and felt that you were able to commit to the shared commitment of getting a pet and all the responsibilities it entails, he’d absolutely love to get a cat with you. He’s partial to black cats in particular, though if you’d prefer a different kind of cat, he doesn’t feel a need to argue. And he’d definitely do his share of the work when owning the cat, he doesn’t shy away from his responsibilities and always makes sure that it’s fully taken care of

- In general, I think he’d also really enjoy getting to see your more playful and mischievous side. He tends to gravitate towards those sorts of people anyways, and he can easily tease you back and keep that energy going in return. And he doesn’t mind that you can sometimes be a bit of a troublemaker either, in fact, occasionally he finds himself involved in your schemes as he can be a bit mischievous himself when he’s in a particular mood. It’s easy for the two of you to laugh the situation off after the fact, though, and with his luck you always manage to escape with minimal backlash, but he enjoys those moments where he feels like he can just let loose and have fun with you without being so concerned about other people or what they think <3

Second Choice:

Honestly Suguru felt like such a perfect choice for you that I didn’t even really have anyone else in mind while deciding or writing your match-up, but if I had to choose someone else and he wasn’t an option, I think I’d probably go with either Nanami or Sukuna. Neither of them feel quite as fitting as Suguru does, and I think Nanami would probably fit a little better than Sukuna overall, but I feel that both of them could meet most if not all of your described needs in a relationship and partner and would still be able to fit well with you overall. Suguru would just be able to understand you in a unique way I feel, and he’s more independent and also more teasing and humorous than the other two, which is part of why he felt like the best pick overall.

Song For Your Relationship:

Lucky People by Waterparks <3

For Haikyuu, I’d Match You With:

Hajime Iwaizumi! :)

Reasoning:

This one I went back and forth on a bit, but when I thought about Iwaizumi in particular, I realized that I think he also meets a lot of your ideals and needs in a partner/relationship and would fit very well with you and your personality. Though he may not totally fit your physical type, he’s obviously still very handsome and as you mentioned personality came first for you over looks, his personality seemed to be like a pretty perfect fit with yours and I think the two of you would make a very good, healthy couple :)

Headcanons About Your Relationship:

- I think Iwa may feel a bit nervous about initiating conversation at first if you don’t seem very interested in him, but he grows more comfortable in time and is willing to pursue you and give you time to decide that he’s the one you want to be with. He’s not… shy, per se, he’s just a bit hesitant to risk pushing your boundaries and risk making you uncomfortable as the last thing he wants is to seem pushy or disrespectful. So it takes some time for him to feel out how you feel and if you’re comfortable around him as he slowly starts spending more time with you and eventually introducing romantic intentions into the mix, but when he’s able to test the waters and see you slowly open up to him, he grows more comfortable in time and doesn’t mind taking his time in pursuing you in order to give you time to feel comfortable in this new relationship

- He would also fully be respectful of your desire for some independence and self-sufficiency within your relationship, and I believe he’s also a person who deeply values still being able to be independent and himself even when in a relationship with someone. He absolutely loves and adores you, but he also acknowledges that that doesn’t mean you two have to do everything together or share all the same interests or agree on every small thing. He never wants to undermine you or make it seem like he doesn’t respect your autonomy, so even though he does enjoy acts of service and helping you, he typically waits for you to ask him before assisting, or asks if you’d like help on something (and respects your answer either way) if you seem to be struggling, because he wants to be a supportive partner while still respecting your boundaries

- I also think that Hajime would really like going on hikes with you! He’s not particularly interested in some of the thrill-seeking activities you do (and he thinks it’s good for both of you to have some hobbies you’re able to enjoy on your own) but he absolutely really enjoys hiking with you. He’s obviously super athletic and it’s a great work-out for him, plus hiking can be a really beautiful, scenic and even peaceful date if it’s done right and the right hiking path is chosen

- I think one of his love languages would also be physical touch, so the two of you work really well together in that aspect. He’s not super clingy or hanging on to you all the time or anything, both of you would prefer having some space sometimes. But he enjoys casual touches, he really likes holding your hand or absently running his fingers through your hair while watching a movie together or something. And whenever you’re both in the mood, he really enjoys holding you in his arms, and he’s a very warm, cozy cuddle partner so cuddles are super relaxing for both of you when you’re feeling up to it <3 

- He’s also great at giving gifts! He knows you’re not overly big on sentimentality, so instead, he’s the kind of boyfriend who’d keep a list of things you like and/or have mentioned wanting, and uses this list for inspiration for anniversaries, holidays, or times when he just feels like getting you a gift to show his love

- Honestly I can also see him being the type of person to enjoy taking care of plants with you, if/when you end up living together. His schedule as an athletic trainer can be busy and rigorous at times, so he’s a bit on the fence when it comes to committing to a pet or something similar as he worries that he may not have the time or energy needed to give the animal the life it deserves at this stage in his life. Plants, however, require less care, so he feels more capable of taking on the required responsibilities with you beside him, and he feels a bit of pride whenever one of the plants you two have been cultivating grows into something beautiful

- I feel like video games may also be a hobby of yours he really enjoys joining you in from time to time. It works pretty perfectly for the two of you, as you can easily game by yourself and have plenty of fun when the two of you aren’t physically together or just want some time alone, but it’s also easy to jump in together and find something to play when you’re both in the mood. He doesn’t have a whole lot of free time, but oftentimes on days you both have off, you enjoy just having lazy days relaxing together on the couch in your pajamas and picking out a video game to try out together

- I feel like the two of you would also have similar ways of managing your emotions. He’s also the kind of person who generally prefers to work through his issues himself and is able to feel his feelings and let them go without bottling them up or needing to share most of the time, and he only opens up when he feels like there’s an issue in the relationship that needs to be considered or when he’s really struggling. And he never presses you to share how you’re feeling during hard times either, he understands that you have your own coping mechanisms and ways to work through your feelings. He just makes it known that he’s always available and not going to judge if you do decide to open up about something that’s bothering you, either with physical affection/comfort or just a listening ear

- I think he’d also find you very beautiful as well :> He loves your more alternative style, from your piercings to the many different hair colors and styles you manage to rock (which he always compliments whenever you decide to switch things up) to your fishnets and combat boots. He’s not possessive at all, though he does enjoy the opportunity to show you off and is proud to call you his when you go out together or when you’re with him and his friends, because he genuinely thinks you’re gorgeous and that your style is one of the coolest things he’s ever seen

- I also think he’d really enjoy your sense of humor :D He really enjoys getting to watch you slowly open up and share that side of yourself with him as you grow more comfortable in your relationship, and your witty and offbeat humor almost always gets a laugh out of him as he has a pretty similar sense of humor. And the puns in particular are a guilty pleasure of his, he’d never admit it to anyone aside from you as he finds it pretty ridiculous but puns often crack him up and he likes to make some of his own with you from time to time, it’s his way of letting go a bit every now and then :)

Second Choice:

In contrast to the last match-up, I considered several different characters before settling on one for you this time. Kenma, Akaashi, and Suna were all considerations in my mind. However, none of them felt quite right for one reason or another. I feel like Kenma may be a bit un-ambitious or possibly clingy for your tases, and Suna similarly felt like he may not have as big of a drive or ambition for new experiences (though they do both meet a lot of your other desired qualities as well). Akaashi felt like a pretty close fit as well, but in the end, I simply felt that Iwaizumi fit your desires for a partner better and would be the kind of boyfriend who would work very well with you, moreso than all the other possible characters I considered.

Song For Your Relationship:

Somewhere Only We Know by Keane <3