#Muse: Geto

[kuraikyu]

The emotional prison of his face horrendously overcrowded and expresionally betrayed at its best, '' There's not a day without monkeys being noisy. "

[kuraikyu]

@kuroyrii

[hinamie]

not my usual lineup

[nxlozni]

"Id appreciate a proper kiss, baby,"

Despite the grip he's got your face in so he can guide you to look at him, Suguru's voice remains gentle.

It doesn't match the quick snap of his hips mixing your guts, and all you manage to do is whine at him, cockdrunk and dizzy off him.

You couldn't kiss him if you wanted to, and he knows as much, sighing like he's been inconvenienced even if his pace doesn't slow.

His grip shifts, fingers pressing into the soft give of your cheeks hard to force a pout he can plant gentle kisses against.

"Don't tell me i've broken you already.."

[magicalmutants]

Need a man to smile fondly at me while I throw a dramatic hissy fit over a minor inconvenience

[kuraikyu]

@digenvez

Sorry for picturing you covered in blood. It will happen again.

[monoiing]

it’s been a while since i rlly savored the sketch phase

[blargberries]

having visions of surfer suguru

[prncessjaeger]

husband 🎀

prncessnote: i made another one…personal favorite ✊🏽

“hey babes, so today me and my friend are gonna go out of town for the week, and we got-…” your boyfriend looked around for this said, “friend” as you continued talking, nudging you to get your attention, “candied bacon…looks weird but-.”

“who’s the- where’s the friend?” he cut you off, making a pout form on your mouth, “huh?”

“nah don’t, ‘huh?’ me, who’s your friend?” you could see his temper rise the minute you giggled, trying your hardest not to laugh, “what? yeah nah, nah let’s restart the fucking video, talking about “my friend,” fuck outta here.” he reached for the phone and pressed the big red button and watched you set up for the intro again, fixing yourself up,

“anyways, hi guys, so me and my friend are going out tonight-” you heard your boyfriend sigh and let out an “you motherfucker” while blowing his arms up in irritation, “hey what’s wrong? you don’t wanna go out no more?” you feigned to seem more concerned, trying not to blow your cover, “nah don’t i wanna go out no more, the fuck? stop saying that shit”, he mocked you per usual and looked at you more sternly, irritation written all over his face, “what’s the issueeeeee-?”

“the issue, is that you keep on saying “friend”, like who the fuck is your friend baby?” a grin appears on your face when you say, “well, you’re my friend, aren’t you?” it took him some deep breaths to calm himself down, “but i’m not your friend-” he stopped himself, knowing sometimes you could get a lil ditzy in certain situations and instead he mumbled out, “just restart the video baby,”

so, you went ahead to click the button again to restart for the third time, yet this time you watched him hold your hand in a “couple-y” way, showing off the beautiful promis ring he gifted you, hoping you wouldn’t try that “friend” bullshit again…

…but in your true fashion, you continued with the act and was met with the response, “aht! again.” you sighed and rolled your eyes yet this time you didn’t stop the recording, “bro, why do you keep stoppingggg?!”

“causeeee, i’m not one of your fuck ass friends! like damn, stop saying that shit forreal,” watching him blow up in your face almost made you cackle aloud, seeing you finally got his ass all riled up, but your boyfriend continued on with his ranting rampage, “…and not your bro either. i’m your boyfriend practically your husband, so get it right or we gon keep doing it over and over again until it’s right,” you watched him inch closer to your face and you nodded slowly, “so baby, can you please do it again? and do it right?”

“y-yeah, mhm,” you watched his lips form into a smirk, watching you restart the video hopefully for the last time, and this time, your boyfriend began kissing all over your hands, and when you looked at him in confusion he ushered his hand in a, “as you were” type of motion, “hi my loves, today me and my boyfriend are gonna go out and try gonna try candied bacon with my boyfriend-”

“nope, do it,” he chuckled, hearing your groans and shielding away from your small slaps, “what now?”

“you didn’t say, husband-” you rolled your eyes hard, “oh my goodness…”

[kuraikyu]

@zangyo

" And this is how you accomplish a very good catch. ~ "

How to catch Nanami 😂😂😂

@mrskenmakozume 😂😂

[hiraethwrote]

the hands that cradled your face and tilted it upward to kiss your forehead is soaked in unfathomable quantities of blood

but they cradled me, yes?

this is the most suguru coded thing i have ever seen in my life, and i will die on this hill

he loves so deeply and so selfishly, where he showers you with nothing but utmost devotion. with you, he is always tender, careful almost. one could only ever describe him with positives — kind, warm, caring, considerate. suguru always embodied those words

but he defect with no remorse, leaving bloodied scenes in his wake. the same man who showed you what it’s like to be loved the way everyone deserves to be loved; unconditionally.

and when crossing paths again, his hands will remember how to treat you. the hands that has now caused such unimaginable death and destruction, will caress your skin with the delicate affection you’re used to.

[kuraikyu]

@fallesto : "This can go the easy way or the hard way, it is down to you." (Gojo)

Contrived myths persisted as mortals tend to hold to the cliches of forebears. And while a certain Cultist busied himself with rather sightful observation of over-crowded metropolitan and less enthusiastic gourmet tasting his refinement had better scale of cynical diversity to offer while brow would hardly mop in his turn around.

Detail gives the novel some verisimilitude, so vocally he advanced to root around odds and probabilities of clash, " What if I refuse both? If I'm not mistaken, old friend, you cannot threaten me in public without threatening everyone around ... "

[misdeliria]

FAKE YOU OUT; SUGURU GETO

[08:34 PM]

The world stops when Suguru notices you're lying on the ground. Your body is contorted in a bone-chilling sight, and you don't face him, so he can only assume you're dead.

You're in the same outfit he saw you in last when you were leaving for your class. He thinks he sees blood, which makes him nauseous, but some higher power is compelling him to walk toward you.

Suguru is confident he'll break his trance to throw up if he gets a look at your face. He's kneeling before taking your shoulders and carefully turning you to face him, but your body melts into tar when his fingers find purchase.

The rest of the area around him melts into the same substance, and Suguru feels like an idiot for falling into such an obvious trap.

"Oi, need a hand?" Satoru's irritating chirp arrives at the worst moment, as his giggle is followed by a sinister laugh bouncing off the room wall. "How the hell did you fall into this?" Suguru can hear the smile in Satoru's voice, but his attention is grabbed by the tar, sucking him into the floor like quicksand.

"Satoru, quit messing around and get me out of this," Suguru scolds him, catching movement in the corner of his eyes. Following the shadow, a curse crawled the walls into view.

Satoru pouts, but in a moment, he's in the air with his legs crossed and staring face-to-face with the curse.

Suguru doesn't care to watch Satoru finish the job but sighs in relief when he quickly climbs out of the tar after the exorcism.

"Thank you," he murmurs to his friend, nodding.

"Hey, anytime," Satoru waves off, but the air is tense. It's their first mission after Riko's failed rescue, and Suguru feels the weight of the tension pushing down on his shoulders.

"Let's keep going," he says, turning to continue their route. "We're bound to reach a nest at this point."

-

[03:47 AM]

Suguru feels like an asshole standing outside your apartment in the middle of the night, but his heart is twisting painfully, and it won't rest until he sees you.

"Dude, what the hell?" You're rightfully upset, bumping into the door on the other side before you manage to pull it open.

"I gave you a key," you say lowly, eyeing him on your doorstep.

Suguru is tired too, and he nods in embarrassment.

"I needed you to wake up."

You're silent momentarily before taking his hand and pulling him inside.

"’m sorry,” he hears you murmur, wiping your palm over your face roughly. “Bet you’re tired too.”

You bring him to your quaint living area, shepherding him into sitting on one end of the couch before grabbing a throw blanket and wrapping him up around his legs and middle.

“Did you want to talk about it?” You ask with a clearer voice, more awake, and Suguru is overwhelmed with regret for ruining your night with his intrusion. “Suguru, look at me.”

He blinks a few times and you’re kneeling in front of him, resting your hands on his knees and giving them a soft squeeze.

“We don’t have to talk about it, whatever it is,” you promise him. “We don’t have to talk at all. We can just hang out, or sleep, or- Fuck, I think I have Jenga in the closet?” Suguru can’t stop himself from moving when you adjust your feet to stand. You rise halfway before he brushes his fingers over your knuckles, the space between his brows twitching uncomfortably.

“We don’t- I don’t want to play Jenga,” Suguru answers quickly, eliciting a bright laugh paired with a gentle smile on your lips.

“I won’t bring it out then,” you tell him before a look of concern washes over your face. “How about food? Have you eaten?”

“Thank you, but I’m not hungry,” he says, ringing some truth as his dinner with Satoru was still sitting in his stomach like a rock.

You huff, apparently frustrated with his answer, but lean up to press a hard kiss on his cheekbone.

“Fine, then sleep. I can see your eyebags even in this lighting.”

Suguru frowns when you crawl up the couch and pull the throw blanket back enough for you to squeeze into his side.

“Why aren’t we in your bed?” He lifts his arm as you solidify against his body, nuzzling your face into his chest. Suguru can feel some relief from the weight in his chest as you rest heavier on him.

“So I can be closer to you.”

"I hold you in bed, too, don't I?"

"Yeah, well," she starts to mumble off. "This makes sure you stick with me all night."

Suguru can't help the laugh bubbling from his stomach, spilling out his lips, squeezing you a little closer to him.

After a moment of silence passes over the couple, Suguru decides he's feeling selfish and wants to relieve himself just a little more.

"I thought I saw you today," he whispers, mind flashing to you facing away from him on the ground. When you don't react, anxiety spikes in his chest. In a brief panic, Suguru reaches for your face and gently pulls your cheeks. He needs to see your eyes.

"You know when you do things like that," you mumble tiredly, rubbing circles over his chest, "it doesn't convince me you're okay."

Suguru hums softly, pulling his eyes away from yours and curling into you more. "Sometimes, I'm not."

He feels you nod your head against him, decidedly against addressing it now.

"Don't go far from me, Sugu," you whisper so quietly, but Suguru hears the harmony of your voice like your lips are at his ear. "You deserve to come home."

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[nxlozni]

Best Friend's Brother ! Suguru who you know you shouldn't be attracted to. It's a train wreck waiting to happen if you've ever seen one.

it'd be weird, is what you tell yourself. his sister is your best friend ! you've known her for years ! she's practically your sister ! you feel terrible for even entertaining the idea.

it's hard to remember all that with your face pressed deep into sheets that reek of him, his big body draped over yours, a warm hand pressed flat against the delicate dip of your spine as his hips snap against the curve of your ass—a heady mix of hair product and that expensive cologne that has your head spinning and your cunt clamping off just a whiff.

faintly, you can hear him talking, lips moving against the nape of your neck as if he isn't repositioning your insides to his liking, teeth nipping as if he expects an answer.

it's cruel mockery to fuel his own satisfaction watching you struggle, and if you could grasp cognizance long enough to focus, you'd catch the self satisfied little smirk that flits across his pretty face.

[semi-otaku]

Sad boi Suguru still has my heart. 💜

[kuraikyu]

'' Oh, yeah about that it ea-. '' But Geto relinquished his answer in the twinkling of an eye. Wait a minute ... what did he just say?

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!!! '' You -- , '' ashen 'brows slightly creased thanks to deeper inhale and internalized perplexion, Ramune bottle in his clutch now pointing its front accusingly right at the tip of merchant's nose, '' --can see. '' It? This guy had quite an interesting ways to handle the prospect of imminent unknown beyond reason. Rummaging thoughts moored to the pier, wakefulness demands to stomp on one, un-CHOKE on narrative, part lips, and speak. With a pinch of nose-bridge that went very seldom a disbelieving bark of laughter thundered. But of course ... his gut proved to be right once again! He knew there was something peculiar about him. It was pointless to play pretense, the man stretched the piece exactly to where the being in considerable need of refinement resided. " It's a curse, '' it wasn't for the sake of interesting trade but he sure poked the chain of what could be rewarding future knowledge to be expanded, '' cursed spirit. Considering how calm you are I don't believe this is the first being you see. "

'' In fact, I'm not quite sure what happens if it eats normal food. '' Come what may - he allowed the inventory curse to lean lower on his shoulder; moreso it captured the piece of waffle from him and happily nomed on it as if nothing. Another Sorcerer? No, this guy makes no sense, if he was he wouldn't ask. Secondly, there was no cursed energy or feeling of any energy at all like if he spoke to ... [...] Still, he waited to read through his other reaction while trying to maintain his calm.

And he would have been a perfect merchant, a seller like none other, if not for that tiny little - someone? he would go with that - now creeping over his esteemed client's shoulder, looking at him almost too interested. The man in his vicinity had little to no regard towards the sudden 'intruder', making it almost instantly obvious that, by elimination, he either is or is not aware [ should he go with 'is'? ]. A moment passed to blink in surprise, eyes following the pointer towards the newest interest to purchase, collecting himself just for as long as he deemed it necessary. 

" Hm~ Price? Oh! Let's make a trade. " Sudden was that little switch, perhaps. Nonetheless fitting for just - how - he was. Thus, when only those words had been announced, he would reach for the aforementioned Matcha waffles, and open them up in just a few well-practised tugs and tears. 

And as if on cue, the little - caterpillar? - would slowly creep a bit closer, as if being awfully smitten by what the shopkeeper now had to offer, knowing that it was to be offered to them of all people. So he does, slowly moving to hold a tinted green bit of baked good out towards something that would reach for it with small 'paws'. Adorable, truly, but now was the question: " You tell me what this is and I will give you an assortment of treats for free~ "