#suguru my darling

[dawnbreakerluna]

i hold geto suguru very dearly to my heart because his story is genuinely devastating. as someone whose own depression got so severe throughout these past few months and has always been a prevalent obstacle in my life, seeing the way his livelihood deteriorated was eye-opening to my own struggles and kind of offered this lens as to what i looked like dealing with what i was. (especially in the context that i am not surrounded by people who understand the depths of mental health, no matter how much i could explain it)

the worst part about it all is that in the end, he knew what he was becoming and accepted it, not wanting to be saved no matter how hard his loved ones wanted to. in the end, i find his story can be a cautionary tale to some degree, yet... suguru could have made it. he had the potential all the way through.

:(

[teddybeartoji]

hello micjey 😊 i just wanted to tell you thst i love the way you write suguru it makes me genuinely so hsppy!!!!!!!!! i love it I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!

NONNIEEEEE🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT THIS MAKES ME GENUINELY SO HAPPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HAVE SO MUCH LOVE FOR HIM HE HAS A VEEERY VERY SPECIAL PLACE IN MY HEART AND IT'S ALWAYS SO EXCITING TO SEE OTHERS SHOW LOVE FOR THE LOVE I HAVE FOR HIM IDK IF THAT MAKES SENSE BUT I JUST KNOW THAT I LOVE YOU OKAY???!?!????

[slttygeto]

SO, YOU GOT A BOYFRIEND? | GETO S.

synopsis: when watching a certain scary movie gives your husband, suguru, the perfect idea on how to ruin you.

c.w: p0rn with plot, fem!reader, reader is referred to as “good girl” “pretty girl”, mask kink (hehe<3), slight fear play, fingering, cunnilingus, dirty talk, suguru talks you through it, praise kink, strength kink if you squint, im obsessed with suguru's arms, clit smack, multiple orgasms.

word count: 2,1k

note: i am BRICKED after writing this. happy halloween hehe.

ghostface suguru! ( @aurelianamu )

In a dimly lit room, at around 10PM—it was a bit cold outside, the perfect weather to snuggle up and watch some movies. Romance movies? No, you did that last week. Action movie? Eh, you were not in the mood for that—oh, Scream. Your thumb presses on the movie before you put the remote control down and walk towards the kitchen to grab some snacks.

“Sugu, I picked a movie!” you announce as you make your way out of the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn and two drinks. Your husband marches down the stairs in a lazy manner, his long strands messily sticking out of his ponytail that he has to stop and tie it up again. He sees what movie you picked and he stands behind you on the couch.

“Scream?” he questions, hands resting on your shoulders.

“First movie, pretty iconic.”

“I don’t think it’s that scary though,” he doesn’t really say that he would rather watch something else, simply joins you on the couch and pulls you towards him with the bowl of popcorn resting on your lap.

The movie is indeed not that scary, you kept quoting some of the lines here and there, which earned you a chuckle from Suguru every time.

“No, please don’t kill me Mr. Ghostface I wanna be in the sequel,” you say in the same voice and attitude and your husband runs a hand through your hair.

“I think you’d easily outsmart him,” your husband is very supportive of you, but instead of making fun of his statement, your heart thrums in your chest when you picture Suguru in the ghostface mask.

“Really?” you look up at him through your eyelashes but Suguru is staring ahead and doesn’t notice the eyes you’re giving him.

“Yeah, they’re all pretty stupid—minus Sidney, I mean the fact that—“ your husband goes on a three minute ramble about the plot, how he appreciates the intelligence of the main character all while saying that the choice of the ghostface killers was nice. Unbeknownst to him, you were thinking of something else. Something far dirtier than intended.

“Baby,” you cut him off from his ramble and he hums in response.

“You’d be pretty hot as ghostface.” Suguru looks down on you when you say that and raises both eyebrows knowingly.

“Are you insinuating something?” To which you shrug your shoulders before staring back at the big screen in your living room, playing innocent.

“Just saying.”

You weren’t just saying, you knew exactly what you were doing. The next day, you’re sat on your bed folding laundry while watching the newest episode to your favorite podcast. You liked keeping your brain stimulated, and it distracted you from the fact that your husband was always gone for long hours during the day. But when you hear the keys rustling and the front door opening, you raise an eyebrow but don’t question it. Today’s mission must’ve been quick, you think to yourself.

“Welcome home!” you call out from your bedroom but don’t bother to get up, you knew he would come to your bedroom immediately so you keep your eyes on your computer and go back to folding the laundry.

A couple of minutes pass and Suguru doesn’t walk inside the bedroom, so you start getting a little suspicious and decide to go check on him.

“Sugu?” you walk out of the bedroom and notice how the lights downstairs are turned off. You remember leaving them on for him, so he must’ve turned them off on his way upstairs—but where was he?

“Baby, are you in the shower?” the lights in the bathroom were on but the door was closed. Suguru never walked to the bathroom first without greeting you—unless something was wrong. You put your hand on the door handle, but before you could twist the knob, a warm and rough hand covers your mouth and your blood runs cold when you’re being pulled into a different room.

You don’t have time to scream or panic, because when you’re being pinned to the wall by a rather familiar set of hands, your eyes almost bulge out of your skull when you notice the ghostface mask. You’re breathing heavily, cheeks flushed but there’s no sign of panic because you know who this is—the dragon tattoo peeking out of his shirt and the wedding band on his ring finger are enough evidence.

“Do you like scary movies?” Suguru’s voice sounds silky smooth, but the flirting connotation to it has your heart leaping out of your chest.

“Sugu—“

“Wrong,” he pins both hands above your head and his body is so close to yours that you feel the heat radiating off of it. “Let’s try again, I know my girl is smart.”

Your breath is caught in your throat, but you play along and nod sheepishly.

“Do you like scary movies?”

“Mhm,”

“What’s your favorite scary movie?” He traces a finger over your cheek, and the arousal slowly starts pooling between your legs.

“Hm, I don’t know,” you reply in a similar flirtatious tone, nervousness long gone. The realization that you didn’t have to explicitly tell your husband about the ghostface mask and him buying it for your pleasure made all of this very thrilling.

“You have to have a favorite, what comes to mind?”

“Hm, Halloween,” you stick to the same script of the movie, you buck your hips towards him but he pushes a knee between your legs and pins you again to the wall. “Y’know, the one with the guy with the white mask that walks around and stalks baby sitters?”

“Yeah,” Suguru breathes out and takes in how gorgeous you look like this—how he should’ve thought of doing this a long time ago. Your eyes were blown out with lust, chest heaving in excitement all while allowing him to play with you like this. He could feel his pants tighten and his cock was slowly getting hard from knowing exactly what was coming.

“What’s yours?” you bring him out of his thoughts and although you can’t see his face, you know that he was giving you that signature charming smile that always won over your heart.

“Guess.” He purrs out and you subconsciously start grinding against his knee before giving him a reply.

“Nightmare on Elm Street,”

“Wrong,” Suguru goes off script and your lips part for a moment. You’re about to complain, tell him that this wasn’t in the movie—he lets go of your wrists and throws you over his shoulder, delivering a harsh smack to your ass, his rough hand kneads the skin as he makes his way towards your bedroom.

“Better luck next time,” he throws you on the bed and you let out a gasp when your back hits the mattress. You try to sit up, but your husband grabs your ankles and pulls you down towards the end of the bed. “Now let’s see just how fucking filthy you are,”

He parts your legs with his big hands covering the plush skin of your thighs, and you whine out when he removes your shorts to reveal your panties that had an obvious wet patch on them.

“Fuuuck,” he breathes out and lifts up the mask enough for his mouth and nose to be visible. He presses his nose against your panties and takes a whiff of your arousal, the sight is obscene and your face turns red at how pussy drunk he sounds. “Fuck, fuck—should’ve done this sooner baby, you smell so fucking good,” he gives your pussy a kiss through the fabric of your panties before his fingers remove them so messily that you let out a startled noise.

Suguru dives in between your legs and the wet sounds are dirty and make you feel even more turned on. His tongue laps at your clit, fingers pulling the hood back before spitting on it and your eyes roll to the back of your head when he sucks. Two of his thick fingers prod at your entrance, gathering some of the slick that’s pooled there before pushing a single finger inside.

“Thaaaat’s it, good girl,” he breathes out against your clit before giving it a kiss as he pushes the second finger inside. “Yeah, this pussy loves being stuffed by me—fuck, you’re so wet for me. All because of this mask baby girl?” his tone is playful but you’re far too gone to complain and just mindlessly nod.

“So drunk off of me and I haven’t even given you my cock,” he pumps his fingers in and out of you all while curling them to find that one spot inside you. He licks, sucks and spits on your clit with so much passion and when he finds that one spot, you let him know pretty quickly.

“Oh!” you gasp and your thighs shake. “S-Suguru, oh fuck--!” his wrist is burning as he keeps pumping his fingers in and out of you, and the veins in his forearm are bulging out from the sheer strength he is using to finger fuck you until you see white. His free hand comes down and presses against your stomach to apply pressure and keep you pinned down.

You make the mistake of opening your eyes to stare at him. His hand is covered in your arousal, but what truly pushes you over the edge is the fact that his mask had come down and was covering his face entirely. So when he decides to talk you through it, give you that one final push—the ghostface mask seems to intensify the orgasm tenfold.

“I know you’re a good girl, but I’m gonna need you to get dirty for me baby—there it is, theeere it is,” he sounds proud when you finally cum, and you’re loud. You whine and let out soft cries, your hands weakly push at his arm when he keeps fingering you through your orgasm.

“Suguru—too much!” you cry out and gasp when he pulls his fingers out of your soaking pussy to slap your clit.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he quickly starts to unbuckle his belt and pushes his pants enough to free his cock. The tip nudges at your folds and your husband hovers over you with his lean stature. Big broad shoulders cover your entire frame and you’re fucked out from your previous orgasm.

“I’m going in baby, let me in,” your legs spread instinctively to welcome him inside of you and you groan when you feel the sheer size of him inside you. Your hands grip at the back of his shirt, but Suguru holds himself up on his forearms so that you look at his mask.

“Yeah, that’s right—look at me baby, filthy fucking girl,” his strokes were slow but hard. His hands grab at the back of your thighs and push them before fucking into you harder. “You like it, huh?” you couldn’t even give a proper response, only mindlessly nodding when you could feel him even deeper inside you.

He pushes your knees to your chest before setting a dizzying pace. You feel so full of him, so full of his thick cock and Suguru’s eyes roll to the back of his head behind his mask every time he felt your pussy squeeze around him. His finger rubs at your clit the same way that you’ve shown him you like it, and the tip of his cock repeatedly nudges against that one spot that has you falling apart underneath him with a loud cry.

Your orgasm hits you hard and Suguru can’t hold it in any longer—he fucks into you for another minute, head buried in your neck as he groans out your name. Your pussy milks him dry, and he fills you up to the brim—to the point where you could feel him leak out of you.

You lay there breathing heavily, and you weakly reach for the ghostface mask and remove it off of your husband to reveal his sweaty forehead and flushed cheeks. He looks gorgeous like that, and you lock eyes for the first time since the entire night and you’re immediately pulled in towards one another.

Suguru kisses you with so much passion, dick still buried deep inside you and your legs stay wrapped around him as you two make out heavily under your sheets that stuck to your sweaty bodies. You pull away for a moment to kiss his forehead and Suguru closes his eyes as he melts at your touch.

“Thank you for that,” you say, so love struck that the man can’t help but chuckle at how breathless you sound.

“Let’s do it again, yeah?”

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Gojo "Touch Starved" Satoru

[saintashes]

THE FOOL'S JOURNEY. || a satosugu poem. text below. feel free to reblog :)

CONCEPT: the sun sets and the sky looks like raspberries. we reach up and take one from a bush, bursting and juicy. the clouds touch our fingers shyly and we laugh and laugh until our stomachs hurt in the best way.

CONCEPT: we are becoming dull with age. we are still alive. i tell you about the raspberries and you tell me we are too old to believe in magic. i ask, is it the growing up that leaves us empty? you stay silent. the next morning there is a note on the counter. fear, it says. fear. i wonder how much courage it took to write it down.

CONCEPT: a home in which fear is an invite only guest. and we do not send an invitation. do not even throw a party.

CONCEPT: the day ends and you barge into our dorm room. yell and yell. grab my arm. chase me out into the night. you say, look at the sky. it is all cranberry and red. look, see how the wind grows strawberries? see the fields? how they breathe on indefinitely? and, lord, the look on your face. it is breathtaking. your mouth twisting up in joy.

CONCEPT: we eat from the vine. the stars wink their little eyes at us. the moon listens as we weave her a story. nothing stills until dawn.

CONCEPT: we stay here forever. fear does not reach us in this place. it is only our front yard but it is wild. it is brim filled with dreams. it is an accomplishment. to grow and still believe. it is magic. it is ours. in the best way, it is ours.

[bigheartlittlelies]

I have a type, I just don’t know what that type is

IK VALENTINO IS A HORRIBLE PERSON BUT IN MY AU THEY’RE ALL ACTORS AND HE ISNT ACTUALLY SCUM

[everythingseasoning]

So excited to do an oil painting of Suguru Geto

…not saying it’ll be good, but it’s going to happen

[tiiramisu-cake]

gojo blasting death metal every night til 5 in the morning after his break-up with geto until one night shoko gets fed up. she goes to his room with a tub of icecream, skin care and a box of taylor swift cds.

"let me teach you how to process breakups like a normal human being, satoru"

[animehouse-moe]

Jujutsu Kaisen X Souta Yamazaki

This man, hardly what you could call an industry veteran, is carrying my favorite JJK S2 cuts on his back. So I though I'd talk about him a little.

So, what'd Yamazaki do in this episode? Oh, just all the incredibly cool looking Nanami shots.

Yes, I do know and acknowledge the fact that these drawings are pretty far away from Nanami character's design, and that they sorta basterdize his whole sequence. But man, they're so cool? I'm alright with uber angry Nanami rather than cold and deadly Nanami considering what we got from Yamazaki, but I do really wish the other pieces of the fight could have been somewhat better animated.

Anyways, Yamazaki isn't a one hit wonder, he actually did a really great cut on episode 9 as well: Gojo ripping Jogo's arm off. Between those two you can really see the style that Yamazaki has been carving out for themselves as of late, and while with their older work they didn't have quite the same style, the most certainly had the same quality.

Yamazaki would get their start on anime with doing inbetweens on movies, namely Ride Your Wave and Weathering With You. From there they quickly migrated to Cloverworks to do some second key animation on Fate/Grand Order Absolute Demonic Front: Babylonia.

It was then that the first of their two home studios was found, followed up by the first season of Jujutsu Kaisen not long after. Since then, Yamazaki has been putting out some really crazy cuts.

Just look at the work they did for Wonder Egg Priority.

Or what they've done with My Dress Up Darling.

It's crazy, but Souta Yamazaki is only 4 years into the industry at this point. But they're delivering cuts like it's been 20, such an insane talent. I can count the number of series they've worked on with my own hands. This is 100% an animator people should be looking for on future projects. Maybe not for their ability to provide incredible adaptations, but to provide insane style and detail in their cuts.

[gothsuguru]

in terms of personality & style i’m thinking of a fic about morticia!suguru & gomez!reader… yeah……… YEAH

[hiraethwrote]

you feed me with that suguru matching jewelry :((( being his gf would cure my depression 😔

you’re so real for that 😩 he would treat us so right

[nyxowl16]

Bouns:

A Gojo Catoru collection

[hestarsia]

sometimes it is just a girl and her 18 unread satosugu fics against the world

[sugurusprettygf]

Diet Mountain Dew is Satoru’s song for Suguru 🖤

[eepygeto]

He thinks it's ridiculous. The implication that he has no self control is insulting. He isn't a child.

"It's just so you don't peek and ruin the surprise" is what you had said before slipping the blindfold over his eyes. You spin him around a few times and you can feel him rolling his eyes at your antics but the grumbles die in his throat as you lace your fingers through his to lead him to this surprise of yours.

Suguru has a better internal compass than you realise so your plan of leading him to the car, driving around the block a few times, then returning home had failed before it even began. Not that he would tell you, of course. You'd been chattering happily the entire time and he had no intention of ruining your mood.

He's been instructed to sit (on what he discerns is the couch you both picked out together) while you scramble to get something else. He listens to your footsteps fade towards the kitchen, calling out "don't peek!" over your shoulder. There's the striking of a match and then you're padding over to him.

The couch dips under your weight and finally finally he gets to remove the blindfold.

"Happy birthday!"

Your light is contagious and he feels his mouth stretching into a matching grin as he surveys the living room. The lights are turned down low and you've strung up balloons from the ceiling. The low centre table is buckling under the weight of sheer volume of plates and bottles lining it. There's a plush new blanket draped over the back of the couch and wrapped boxes litter the floor at his feet.

And Suguru looks at you again. Takes a moment to appreciate the sparkle in your eyes and the way your nose is all crinkled up from how widely you're smiling.

"Make a wish." You're holding out the cake to him, a simple thing that you made yourself. A short breathy laugh escapes him before he humours you, leaning in to blow against the flickering flame of the solitary candle stationed in the centre of the cake.

As he watches the trails of smoke swirl in the air, he knows he made the right wish, knows that there was really only one option anyway.

"So what'd you wish for?" You're practically buzzing with excitement.

He leans in to press a kiss to your cheek, "Can't tell or it won't come true."

Geto Suguru may not be superstitious but he isn't doing anything that could jeopardise spending every lifetime with you.

you know me so well cher 🤧 how did you know I did all this for him? he looked so pretty when I held the cake up to him cher 🥺 you should have seen him blow the candle out!! he looked adorableeee!!! I wanted to throw the cake away and just kiss him 😚

👆🏼 me after he takes the blindfold off 🥺🤧

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